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#I DONT DO DRABBLES OR THIRSTS TBH BUT FOR NAOYA I SURE WOULD!!!
sukirichi · 3 years
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I was reading your good stuff 😳
And I got an idea for you (if you haven’t heard it yet)
You call yourself trophy right? Well imagine being punished and you have to stay still like a little beautiful figurine for him to show at reunion. And he would purposely tease you to see how much you can handle it until he can just go rough with you 🥰
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ABSOLUTELY SCREAMING RN. ALSO I CHANGED IT A LIL BIT, I can’t imagine Naoya punishing his pretty trophy wife when she’s been a good girl for him 🥺 THANK YOU NONNIE FOR THIS A BIG MWAH
# cw. overstimulation, vibrating panties, sexy husband naoya, teasing, REALLY SUB READER
# part of the trophy wife collection 
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naoya would actually do that. he loves to see you squirm and clutch onto his bicep, trying to keep a smile that doesn’t waver in front of his relatives. naoya is more than proud of his wife, he flaunts you off like the trophy wife you are, and the fact you’re submissive and always letting him do as he pleases with you? it’s safe to say that naoya cherishes you. and on top of cherishing you, he also deeply enjoys teasing you just to see if you really mean it when you once promised, “anything for you, naoya-sama.”
so when he gifts you a set of vibrating panties on the exact day there’s a huge family reunion in the zen’in estate, he peers at you with narrowed, predatory eyes, daring you to say no. you’ve always been sensitive, always been whiny and unable to hold back those sweet, little moans that can make him untouched.
but you’re his beloved trophy wife — the pride of the clan leader — of course you’re going to wear it.
with a smug smile, naoya pockets the wireless remote down his black slacks. you wear the panties without shame and hide it beneath your robes, breath already labored even though he hasn’t turned it on. naoya lets you dangle off his arm as he leads you into the lobby to welcome his guests, bowing and voice as meek as ever to greet his relatives that are still left in awe how you gaze at your husband with so much adoration despite his crudeness. you understand it doesn’t make sense to most, but does it have to? with the promise you do your duties as his trophy wife to sit still and be pretty, naoya doesn’t fail to keep his vow of fulfilling his role as man and your husband.
and when one of those roles implemented bringing pleasure — with a little bit of sweet torture — then naoya zen’in would be more than glad to do so. 
you’re entertaining the guests, head tipped back in honey laughter and gentle hands placed over your heart like you’re every form of an angel that shone in comparison to your husband who couldn’t be attributed to the same league. he loves it, loves that you’d do anything for him, loves that your giggles turn choked and stuttered the moment he turns the vibrating panties on.
your reaction is every bit gratuitous as he expected. a slight falter in your steps, innocent and helpless eyes immediately searching for him in the crowd. he feels a little bad and places himself right beside you, allowing you to cling onto him like a little koala staring up at him with quivering lips.
he knows that face all too well.
you’re pleading, begging, hoping — but you’d never vocalize it. naoya smirks down at you and cups your cheeks with one large hand, swiping a thumb over those soft lips that may look so demure right now, but would eventually string out the dirtiest moans along with his name falling like a prayer. and he’s addicted, obsessed that you worship him this much that he can’t help but increase the power in your panties.
zaps of pleasure course through you until you’re panting, eyes shut tight and nails digging through his suit. your cheeks falls on his shoulder, legs trembling and sweat beginning to form on your hairline. 
your chest heaves up and down from the shockwaves of the intensity that blooms right at your pussy. you’re wet, dripping wet, rubbing your thighs together in desperation to feel more. and oh, you wanted more? you really shouldn’t be so transparent all the time because your husband watches you with amusement clear all over his eyes, palming the object inside his pockets to reach max power.
it’s too much, way too much, and you’re minutes away from cumming. 
the sensation of having your wet pussy lips teased and shaken, the little sparks of vibration hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves. the static pleasure makes you bite down on your lip to muffle the little whimpers naoya’s effortlessly elicited from you. 
you look so pretty — mouth falling open in a desperate attempt to call for him, tell him your needs, beg for him, moan for him. but you’re surrounded by his entire clan that you know you need to behave, and naoya raises a brow challengingly, prompting if you have the temerity to act out. he already knows you won’t, you’re too good for him, after all, but he’s enjoying seeing you like this. so wanton, so helpless, so needy for his cock even with everyone around. he’ll reward you later — you just need to wait.
“too much?” he rasps in your ear, disguising his evil smirk by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “you know i won’t stop, right? this reunion will last until midnight. think you can be a good girl and hold on for me?”
“y-yes.”
“you sure, angel?”
“yes.”
“yes, what?” his gaze hardens at the same moment his hands clasp at the back of your neck, his grip tight enough to remind you he isn’t keen of you slipping away from the behavior he expects of you.
“yes, sir.”
“good.” naoya rarely praises you with words, but every time he does, it never fails to make your panties soaked a little more. he can tell you’re pleased with the smoothness of his suave manners and words, hopelessly and madly in love with him just as you did the first time you met him. 
which is why he knows, you’ll take this like a good girl, and naoya ducks down to hover his lips right beside your ear. “keep them on for me the whole time and don’t cum until i say so. if you succeed, i might just reward you.”
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