Bad Girl

A/N: For delbor. This is my first Nana fic and also my first attempt at yuri. >_> I realize that there is probably a lot of oocness…sorry about that. X-x I think it only made Heavy R, sorry delbor
Word Count: 1346

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Maybe she was being ridiculous. No, she definitely was. She hated other girls that would become like this, but…Reira burned her the wrong way. She hated how Ren talked about Reira; she hated Reira’s voice and most of all she hated the sweet, childish personality. In short, Reira got under Nana’s skin.

Nana couldn’t honestly say she hated Reira or even that she truthfully didn’t like her; that fact served to piss Nana off to the core. So, why had she come over when Reira had called her? “This is ridiculous,” she muttered to herself, staring at Reira’s door as she had been for the past ten minutes. She finally knocked.

Reira opened the door and smiled brightly at Nana. “Nana-chan!” she exclaimed, almost pouncing the other as she hugged her around the neck. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

Nana blinked and reached to pull Reira off of her, ignoring how soft Reira’s arms were. “What’d you want?” she asked, brushing past her and pulling off her shoes. Why had she come? More than likely Reira didn’t even have a good reason. Again Nana asked herself why she had come.

Reira simply giggled and nearly bounced into the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink or eat?” she asked, taking out a beer for herself.

Nana nodded. “Sure, why not,” she said, moving into the living room, sitting on the couch and making herself at home. She crossed her legs and let her body sink down into what had to be an expensive designer couch, arms folded across her chest. A few minutes later when Reira came in, it dawned on her the other singer was wearing nothing but a towel. How hadn’t she noted that before?

Reira handed Nana her beer and sat down in a comfy looking chair across from her. In that position the towel didn’t hide as much as it should and Reira keeping her legs slightly parted didn’t help.

Nana’s eyes were inadvertently drawn between Reira’s thighs before she looked up, ignoring a few dirty thoughts that entered her mind. “So, why did you ask me out here?” Nana said with a bored tone, staring at some random picture on Reira’s wall to keep her eyes from checking out Reira’s privates again.

Reira giggled yet again and shook her head, curly hair falling forward. “I just wanted to see you Nana!” Reira said, taking a drink of her beer.

Nana blinked and then scowled. “Baka. Don’t waste my time like this,” she said, setting her beer down and standing to leave. “Goodbye, Reira.”

Reira’s eyes widened and she leapt to catch Nana’s arm, pressing her soft body to Nana. “Reira’s been bad?” she purred in Nana’s ear. “Then you should punish her for being a naughty girl.” Soft breasts pressed into Nana as Reira moved closer, pouting slightly.

Nana blinked and felt a warm coiling feeling begin in her stomach. “Bad girl,” she murmured, her lips twisting into a snarl. She pulled Reira’s towel off to expose her body fully. “Get on your hands and knees she commanded, waiting for Reira’s compliance.

A slight gasp escaped Reira’s pouty mouth when the towel was stolen away. “Nana…” she protested, trying to cover herself. She pouted at Nana’s order and hesitated before obeying. “What are you doing?” she asked, a hint of fear and apprehension in her voice. There was a mischievous glint in Reira’s eyes as shift again.

Nana’s eyes raked over Reira’s pale ivory skin, taking in her soft curves, now shamelessly. “Quiet,” she commanded, eyes hardening slightly. When she was sure Reira wasn’t going to say anything more she pulled a small chair closer to the other woman, sitting on it. Her long fingers caressed lightly over Reira’s buttocks, almost giving an audible moan at the silky feel.

Reira shivered and pressed into Nana’s hand. Her body heated and slightly and she wiggled a little. “Nana…what are you doing,” she said, curiosity was not something Trapnest’s singer and tame.

Nana brought her hand back, slapping Reira’s rear harshly. A soft gasp and the sharp crack of the slap were the only sounds in the room. Several more slaps fell on Reira’s pert ass, increasing in power and frequency. Nana reached forward her free hand, wrapping tightly in the soft, long hair. She jerked Reira’s head up. “You’ve been a bad little girl,” she sneered, beginning to rain down slaps on Reira’s rear again.

Reira whimpered with each smack, fingers curling into the ground. Her rear was burning and was a bright red color. Regardless of the she felt a sticky wet feeling in between her legs. Each slap sent a mixed shock of pleasure and pain through her.

Nana finally tired of spanking Reira and used her hair to jerk her around. She scooted up so that she was sitting on the edge of the chair. Reira’s direct line of sight would be up Nana’s skirt. “Do you understand you’re a bad girl and you deserved that?” Nana asked, leaning over Reira her breast brushing the other’s cheek. Her hand caressed the woman’s hip, before moving to her inner thigh. She felt the wetness there and brushed her hand against Reira’s damp heat. “You little wet slut. Did you enjoy that?” Nana asked scornfully. Maybe she -did- have some hard feelings; actually, forget the maybe.

Reira cried out when she was pulled around, trying to pull her head back. “I understand,” she whispered. Her cheeks flamed when she saw Nana’s skirt, looking to the side. When fingers brushed her heat a soft melodious moan passed her full lips. Why was Nana doing this to her and why did it have to feel so good? She tensed at Nana’s coarse words, trying to pull back. “I’m not…” she whispered.

Nana jerked Reira’s head again, using her free hand to push up her skirt, pushing down her underwear, getting them off with minimal trouble. “You are a slut,” she said, parting her legs and pulling Reira’s head, closer to her heat. “Pleasure me, whore,” Nana said, whispering the words hotly against Reira’s ear.

Reira tried to protest again but she couldn’t deny that she desired this, but she was not a whore. Another tug her head prompted her to brush her lips along the slit of Nana’s heat. Her tongue flicked out against Nana, pressing the slit open slightly.

A soft moan escaped Nana’s mouth when she felt the tentative tongue flick against her clit. She shivered slightly, pressing Reira’s head closer. “That’s it, slut,” she moaned, hips moving towards the sweet torture of Reira’s tongue.

Reira doubled her efforts to pleasure Nana, hearing her moans. In truth, Reira enjoyed submitting. She almost got more pleasure from giving to others than when another set out to pleasure her. She mewled softly against Nana’s heat, sending vibrations through the sensitive area. Her tongue ventured hesitantly deeper into Nana, hands moving to rest on Nana’s thighs, giving herself a better balance. The taste and smell of Nana invaded her senses, bitter and tangy, a lot like Nana.

Nana continued to grip Reira’s hair not letting up even when Reira was obviously not going to pull away. Nana liked control, liked the pleasure that came from, making Reira do this to her. “Just a little more,” she panted, feeling the orgasm start to swell. After a few more minutes of Reira’s tortuous licks she found her pleasure.

When the tumultuous waves subsided she slumped into the chair, pulling Reira up. Lips met each other in a harsh, passionate kiss as Nana’s hand slipped between Reira’s leg, pushing the Trapnest singer over the edge.

Reira cried out loudly against Nana’s lisp, hip bucking slightly into Nana’s hand. Her body fell limp against Nana’s, panting softly. “Nana…” she mumbled.

Nana showed Reira off of her, standing up and wiping her fingers off. Unceremoniously Nana pulled her underwear on, moving to the door. After getting her shoes on she turned to Reira. “If you’re ever a bad girl again, call me.” With that she left.

THE END

Author’s Notes: Well there it is…I hope it’s not to bad… Feedback is appreciated.