[ After he pulls the painting down from the wall and gives the hook it was previously suspended from a firm tug, Nami can piece together an answer to her own question. At that dawning realization, something like uncertainty yet not quite sits on her chest; but the word doesn't suit the knot of interest and budding want that plays over her thoughts over the idea of exploring this. It's that fascination that keeps her acquiescent when he guides first one arm, and then the other to stretch out in front of her body, before the feel of velvet being wound and knotted around them draws her gaze down.
A strange heat runs up her spine as every twist and tie limits her movement, her chest rising and falling with the deepening force of her breath. Almost experimentally, she tenses against the ribbon, as he works the remaining length into something resembling a leash, her eyes following his movements until Dabi’s done with his handiwork.
He tugs her forward, drawing a breathy chuckle out of her as Nami moves as she’s guided, the look in her eyes growing darker as a rush of heat sweeps up her back, leaving the back of her neck flushed, and her nipples pebbling against the lace of her still concealed bra while she’s herded back towards the wall. Pointedly not letting herself be rushed, she fights back another low, stunned laugh when her shoulders press back against the wall below the hook. ]
Yeah. Sir really doesn’t work for you.
[ One corner of her mouth twitches in what would have become a smirk had he not made her breath catch with the swift, decisive way he guides her arms up and ensnares the ribbon on the hook above her head, sending a searing jolt of want straight to her core that leaves her clit throbbing. Drawn up onto the balls of her feet, that cool amusement that’s been settled so confidently on her face since the wall between them lowered is finally beat out by exhilaration. Nami remembers to breathe a bit too long for the lapse to be overlooked that easily, and because of it, the same flush that’s been clinging to her shoulder blades spills across the apples of her cheeks as well. ]
Never said anything about wanting you to go easy. [ Again, that slight smirk returns, as she shifts her weight enough to lean towards him, experimenting with the range of motion she’s got while bound like this, while her eyes narrow, lust-dark as she studies his face and tries to remember to breathe in spite of the anticipation threatening to blot out all else. ]
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A strange heat runs up her spine as every twist and tie limits her movement, her chest rising and falling with the deepening force of her breath. Almost experimentally, she tenses against the ribbon, as he works the remaining length into something resembling a leash, her eyes following his movements until Dabi’s done with his handiwork.
He tugs her forward, drawing a breathy chuckle out of her as Nami moves as she’s guided, the look in her eyes growing darker as a rush of heat sweeps up her back, leaving the back of her neck flushed, and her nipples pebbling against the lace of her still concealed bra while she’s herded back towards the wall. Pointedly not letting herself be rushed, she fights back another low, stunned laugh when her shoulders press back against the wall below the hook. ]
Yeah. Sir really doesn’t work for you.
[ One corner of her mouth twitches in what would have become a smirk had he not made her breath catch with the swift, decisive way he guides her arms up and ensnares the ribbon on the hook above her head, sending a searing jolt of want straight to her core that leaves her clit throbbing. Drawn up onto the balls of her feet, that cool amusement that’s been settled so confidently on her face since the wall between them lowered is finally beat out by exhilaration. Nami remembers to breathe a bit too long for the lapse to be overlooked that easily, and because of it, the same flush that’s been clinging to her shoulder blades spills across the apples of her cheeks as well. ]
Never said anything about wanting you to go easy. [ Again, that slight smirk returns, as she shifts her weight enough to lean towards him, experimenting with the range of motion she’s got while bound like this, while her eyes narrow, lust-dark as she studies his face and tries to remember to breathe in spite of the anticipation threatening to blot out all else. ]