dom!reader x sub!character, praise kink, tie pulling, LOTS of teasing, edging, power loss, mean!reader, secret relationship, punishment, degradation, humiliation, professor x student, handjob, finger sucking, hair pulling, college au, ooc nanami
note: reader is in their early/mid 20s, nanami is late 20’s/early 30’s
i was supposed to post this a long time ago...
“Mx [Name]?” A sudden knock on your desk jolts you out of your thoughts, and you immediately look up to see the stern look of your professor, Nanami Kento, staring down at you in disapproval.
Cheeks burning with shame, you notice your classmates’ eyes are on you.
Fuck, what’s happening?
Your professor must’ve read your mind as he answers the question for you.
“We’re on page 394, [Name]. In the book that I said was for classwork? The class was wondering about your thoughts on the chapter that we all just read just now. Care to share your thoughts?”
Your breath catches in your throat as you stumble for words. Your professor only looks at you in amusement, an eyebrow slowly raising up as you continue to embarrass yourself.
Right as you see him open his mouth to surely make another comment, the bell rings, signalling the end of the class.
Fucking finally.
Gathering your bag and materials, you’re wishing to be the first one out, but of course, nothing ever goes your way, does it?
“Mx [Name], please stay after class.”
Begrudgingly, you drop your stuff back down and watch as your friends give you looks of pity as they leave the room.
Before long, the door shuts, and you’re left standing near his desk, awkwardly. Glancing at it, you notice the lack of any speck of dust or mess.
You watch as he silently sits, separating his folders and papers into different piles, and as much as the silence annoys you, you know better than to speak first.
Fortunately, he finishes quickly and glances at you with a small frown.
“Come here,” he says, but you can’t make out the tone in his words. Silently, you walk around his desk and up to him, noticing the furrow in his eyebrow.
“You were staring at the football players outside again, [Name].”
You have to force yourself not to roll your eyes. He’s fucking jealous, that’s what’s happening. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought that from that tone, he would be pouting right now.
However long ago, you and Nanami had been in a secret relationship where you two only showed feelings behind closed doors.
Not only is his career and reputation on the line, but so is your education.
Despite being older than you, you’ve come to realise just how much he acts like a child sometimes.
He must’ve seen the annoyance on your face because he quickly tries to correct himself.
“You know I don’t like it when you stare at them during their practice, not when I’m up here teaching. Why stare at a bunch of foolish football players when your dear professor is right in front of you?”
When he still sees the annoyance on your face, his face slowly turns to slight panic.
“[Name], talk to me. Why are you being so quiet?”
“What was that earlier?” You mutter, your jaw slightly tense from replaying the embarrassing scene over and over again in your head. The confusion on his face only spurs the anger in you.
“You embarrassed me back there, in front of all my classmates.” You practically scowl, fists clenching when you realise that now your peers may think of you as some air-headed dreamer who doesn’t care to pay attention during class.
Realisation dawns on his face, but instead of apologising, he only smirks.
“You’re mad about that, [Name]?” He lets out a chuckle, almost as if he couldn’t believe your words. “I did it for your own good; there were rumours going around about us. Would you have wanted that on your reputation?”
There’s a small smirk on his face that makes you want to slap it right off. Does he think it's funny that you just endured public embarrassment?
“I practically helped you. You know, instead of getting mad at me like this, I feel like you should owe me an apology for—”
Suddenly, you grab his tie and tug it sharply towards you and slightly into the air. His breath gets knocked out of his lungs as his hands reach for your waist to steady himself.
The scene is the total opposite of what was happening just seconds earlier. With his tie gripped tightly in your grasp, and anger and annoyance written clearly on your face, he can only stay seated at his desk, face lifted up as he reveals his neck for you.
You swear you hear him let out a small groan and a quiet curse.
“Owe you an apology? Don’t make me fucking laugh, Nanami.” Watching as his Adam’s apple bobs, your grip on his tie only tightens.
“What? You got jealous that I wasn’t paying attention to you, and you decided to embarrass me?” Annoyance laces your tongue, and Nanami only watches you with widened eyes as you continue to practically scold him.
You don’t notice how he’s gone quiet and how you’re now right up in front of him until you hear his breath hitch in his throat, which makes you pause.
Breathing heavily, you can only stare at him and his now flushed face.
“That’s honestly embarrassing for you, Nanami, getting jealous of guys younger than you.” You raise an eyebrow as you spit out more than what you were planning to.
“Now my classmates think I’m fucking stupid because you decided that you wanted to bitch and be a brat. You think that’s amusing?”
You finally register his silence, and your hand wrapped around his tie loosens as you try to slow down your quickened breath. Tensing your jaw, you eye him up and down in annoyance and displeasure before it lands on a particular spot on his pants.
Fucking hell.
“Don’t you dare tell me you’re seriously hard right now, Nanami,” you sneer, nose scrunching up as your eyes stay put staring at the tent in his pants.
Nanami widens his eyes before trying to cover his crotch with his hands, but it's too late, you’ve already seen it, and you’re not about to let it go.
You glance back up at his face as he tries to avoid eye contact, the cogwheels turning in your mind as you try to make sense of this situation.
“You got hard from me yelling at you.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. You know he did, of course, he would.
And you swear you see something twitch inside his pants, and you quickly grab his chin to force him to face you.
“Say it, say you got hard from my yelling, Nanami.”
By this point, Nanami is bright red as a shiver runs down his spine. Is it fear? Pleasure? He doesn’t even know himself, but shit, does it feel good when you use that tone on him.
The tone that makes his knees weak, mind fuzzy, mouth dry, but his dick throb in his pants, knowing that he’ll do whatever you say if you order him around like that.
His tongue darts out of his lips to lick them wet, and he almost groans when he sees your eyes follow the movement.
“I-I got hard from your yelling,” he mumbles, but your grip on his chin tightens, and he winces before repeating it clearly.
A moment of silence passes by, and Nanami wonders if he had truly messed up.
“Take your pants off and get on the desk.” Nanami clenches his jaw before immediately following your order, standing up and getting rid of his tailored pants.
Leaving the rest of his clothes on, he quickly sits on the edge of his desk facing you. Immediately, embarrassment hits him because he knows you can see the wet stain on his boxers, exactly where the tip of his dick is. The thought only makes him spread his legs wider for you, and you notice.
What a whore.
Standing between his legs, your hands land on his upper thighs, rubbing circles on the inside, and he has to bite back a low groan. Suddenly, your hand on his crotch has him moan out loud, and his hand quickly slaps to his mouth in horror.
But you only grin in amusement as your hand continues to squeeze and rub the spot, your thumb rubbing circles on the wet spot as you feel his tip underneath.
“F-Fuckk w-wait shit! [Name]!” Nanami cries out in pleasure when you squeeze firmer, and you feel his thighs start to shake, his hips bucking up to your hand. Eyes glazing over and drool already escaping at the side of his mouth, the sight only drives you to want to ruin him even more.
Having been busy recently due to your other classes, you know Nanami hasn’t been getting as much attention and touch from you, and it’s only gotten him pent up. You also know that because of that, he’ll be quick to cum, and the way his whimpers continue to rise in pitch only proves your point. However, you can’t help but tease him.
“Don’t tell me you’re close already, Nanami.” He opens his mouth to reply, but only lets out a moan when you tug his boxers down and expose the sticky mess of his dick to you.
With his dick already slick with pre cum, you wrap your hand around it, and the most sinful, wet sound you’ve ever heard is made when you start to pump slowly. Along with the sound of his whines and whimpers, the wet sounds of your hand on his dick fill the room.
“O-Oh fuckkk mngh i-im gonna- ima-” But before Nanami can moan out whatever words he was going to say next, your hand already leaves his dick and your free hand reaches up to tug his hair backwards. The pricks of pain on his scalp paired with the pain of his hard dick only make him cry out in both pain and pleasure. His eyes roll back to his skull as he babbles out pleas and other words too slurred for you to understand most of it.
Though what you can make out are whiny “no’s” and curses as you watch more beads of pre-cum leak out from the tip of his dick to slide down to drip on his desk. There’s now a small puddle of his pre-cum on the desk underneath his dick, and you can only bite your lip in satisfaction as you watch it grow larger.
Your finger reaches down to swipe some of the mess on your fingers before lifting it to his lips and shoving two fingers in his mouth, watching as he gags lightly at the sudden intrusion. His eyes water slightly as you feel his tongue slide against your fingers and start to lick the pre-cum off your fingers.
You coo as he almost instinctively sucks on your fingers as he gazes at you with glossy eyes and a flushed face. Slowly, you pull your fingers out, and he whines as he watches his saliva connect them with his lips.
You swear you see his dick twitch hard at that.
“Ah, I-I was so close, [Name],” he whines out, and you almost take pity on him. Almost. But you know you don’t have much time left anyway, not when students may be coming back for other classes.
“How about this, I’ll make you cum as long as you don’t make too much noise. Wouldn’t want someone to pass by and hear how much of a slut you are, do you?”
Your hand returns to his dick and wraps around it, though you don’t start moving it yet.
“What if someone were to walk in here? A student, one of your coworkers?” Raising your eyebrow, a grin slowly makes its way onto your face as you see him remember how his door isn’t even locked.
But he doesn’t even care about that anymore. He’s too focused on the need to cum and the fact that the pain in his dick is too much to bear.
He only nods eagerly, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he eyes your hand when it starts moving again.
This time, the speed you choose is absolute torture. Too fast, too firm, that it knocks the breath out of his lungs and makes him groan in pleasure as his hands fly to your shoulders.
“F-fuck fuck nghh f-feels good,” he pants out, hips bucking into your hand eagerly, clearly too fucked out by the pleasure already.
Though clearly still pent up from your lack of attention combined with the earlier edge, he quickly feels the heat rush to his dick as he feels himself getting closer.
Grabbing his tie firmly again, you tug him closer to you as you pump even faster, wanting to hear all his pretty, lewd noises.
“Close, I-I’m close fuck! C-Can I cum, p-please?”
“Go on, make a mess of yourself,” you order, and seconds later, you hear him moan even louder as he throws his head back, eyes rolling back as he cums hard.
Cum shoots out of his dick and onto your hand and drips onto the desk underneath him as you slow down your pace to prolong his pleasure.
Ironically, the very same desk that was so pristine and clean at the beginning of your class beforehand is now stained and covered in his cum.
Soon enough, his breath slows down, and he leans onto you for support, his hands tightening on your shoulder. The sight of your usual stern, stoic, and serious professor, leaning on you after you pumped him dry and turned him into a whining mess, makes you bite back a laugh.
When your hand grazes back against his dick, he whines out pitifully. “Round two, Nanami?”
He only groans at you, his breath shaky. “Oh fuck me,” he mutters under his breath.
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a/n: a little something something bc ykw i'm pissed off at not having a valentine the other day.
warnings: dom!reader, sub!character, gn!reader (words like dick and cock used but can be read as a strap-on), gags, blindfold, headphones, sensory deprivation, handcuffs, anal sex, praise, dacryphillia, hickeys, mentions of vibrators, spankings, ignoring(?), and overstimulation, what if i start sending you guys in blind
"you know..." you started to murmur despite knowing he couldn't hear you. how could he? his ears were covered with noise cancelling headphones, his eyes covered by a blindfold, his mouth gagged, and his arms handcuffed above his head. he couldn't sense a damn thing but your presence looming over him.
your hand lifted up one side of the headphones, leaning close to whisper, "i could keep you like this forever and you wouldn't be able to do a thing. you'd just have to take whatever i gave you."
it was mean, of course, but he had been so fucking annoying it was making you want to ruin him beyond belief. your words made him tremble and something between a gag and a whine pushed past the ball between his lips.
"don’t complain. it's your fault for being away for a week. you're mine, remember that? you aren't anyone else's and yet you were off with someone else for valentine's day." you kiss your teeth instead of his lips and it makes him squirm beneath you.
he's trying to apologize. you know that, but it doesn't mean you have any sympathy or desire to hear his pathetic excuses. your hand returns the headphones to his ear and once again he's left floating in a void of nothing except the vague sensation of you nearby.
he wants to reach to you so badly, his arms flexing against the handcuffs to no avail. he didn’t mean to make you so upset. but, then again, what was he expecting leaving for a week because of whatever reason he had?
"breathe, baby." you whisper to the air, knowing he probably feels your words inside him anyways. gentle fingers travel up his sides, along his ribcage and up to his chest with featherlight touches that make him tremble. regardless of how rude your darling was, he sure did know how to obey. watching him take slow, deep breaths around his gag as drool began to slip past his lips made you smile fondly at him.
he wishes so dearly that he could see it. the break in your well-deserved agitation with him was all he was thinking of in his mind--along with how much he'd worship you afterwards to show he was sorry.
his arms flexed yet again against the metal handcuffs, making them clink against your headboard so sweetly to your ears. taking his senses away was a blessing and a curse in your mind. on one hand, it was a good punishment for your darling. though, it was equally torturous for you to not be able to see and hear the wonderful reactions you loved so truly.
inch by inch, you took your time thrusting back into your beloved's waiting hole. it was gaping and sloppy--having already been stretched and filled with lube. you weren't giving him pain. instead, you were making sure he felt as little as possible so that everything he did feel was miles more intense than usual.
"mmmng..." he whined around the rubber, back arching off the mattress as he attempted to meet your hips halfway. somehow, the slowness of your actions, each so strategically thought out, was worse than the feeling of you roughly pounding into him and spanking his ass when he did something bad.
your hands met his wandering hips, pushing them gently but firmly back down to the bed and pinning them there. "ah ah, no. bad boy." you cooed, lightly flicking the angry red tip of his dick with a finger.
the motion made his whole body jerk, drops of pre-cum immediately coating the head of his cock as his whining got louder. his breathing picked up and he squirmed upon feeling you continue to gradually bottom out in his needy ass. he'd take anything you gave him, really he would. he just wished he could apologize to you properly and get his senses back.
it wasn't the vibrator, or the spankings, or the multiple orgasms that he hated most as punishment, it was the ones that restricted him from having you.
when you had left him alone to ride a dildo mounted to the floor and only returned after he had cum twice, he had been sobbing and begging you to forgive him. this was no different, though at least you were still here with him. despite your touch, he could feel the tears building up behind the blindfold from nothing other than pure unbridled desire to see you and hear you and touch you.
with each long drag of your dick along his walls as you pull out only to push back in at a similar agonizing pace, he started to feel his breaking point. he could feel his orgasm building, the heat in his tummy coiling up, and his thighs clenching. but, fuck, he wanted to cum while holding you. he wanted to see you and hear your sweet words as you talked him through it.
"mmmmm~!" he moaned louder, his squirming becoming more frequent as he pulled against the cuffs. it was only when you saw the first tear slip through his blindfold that you smirked and lifted a hand to the ball between his lips.
even a mere lean forward had him writhing beneath you, trying ever so desperately to ward off his own orgasm that was teetering over the edge from the feeling of you being so deep inside him. as the ball was slowly pulled away from his sore mouth, he quickly shut it, swallowing his own drool and attempting to compose himself.
"is there something you wanna say, baby?" your voice was honey to his ear as you lifted one side of the headphones to speak to him. he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out--his legs clenching together in fear of summing on the spot.
"p-please, i'm hic i'm sorry! i'm so sorry, i'll make it up to you, i promise. i-ngh~! i'm only yours... i swear i wasn't with anyone else. please let me h-hold you. i wanna..." your poor darling can't even finish his adorable begging as he dissolves into pathetic panting, doing his hardest to hold back on summing even as you continue to slowly fuck into his pulsing hole.
"i wanna see you..." he finally manages to get out, sounding so whiny and miserable that it makes you sigh. "please?"
there was the cherry on top. even if you would never deny yourself the pleasure of watching your sweetheart cling to you as he cums--accompanied by tears falling down his eyes and incoherent blabbers falling out of his mouth--you feign reluctance as you undo his blindfold and handcuffs.
the second he can see you again, it's like an angel in front of him. he can't help but instantly wrap his arms around your neck and pull you down on top of him with a surprising burst of energy despite feeling so weak.
"shhhh, it's okay. i forgive you... i guess. you gonna cum for me now? show me who you belong to?" you purr into his ears, freshly free from the headphones and swimming in all the noises they'd missed.
"nghh... mhmmm. you..." he mumbles, clenching tightly around you as he feels you speed up, fucking his leaking hole with more vigour now that you can see how desperate he's become. your pretty little thing has gone dumb with how much he missed you.
"i know, baby. that's right, you do belong to me. can you cum for me, sweetheart? can you do that?" you ask, a trace of mockery dripping into your tone. your self restraint isn't strong enough when all he can do is moan without a thought in the world.
he answers you with nodding, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, before latching onto your precious skin to sloppily suck on it--his mouth feeling suddenly empty without the gag. as much as he tries to wrap his legs around your waist and keep you pressed even closer against him, he's shaking too badly. all they can do is fall open and give you better access to his warm, spongey walls.
your hands roam his body, making him sigh dreamily at the sensation he had been craving. whoever said taking away all the senses made touch more intense was a liar, because the feeling of having them back made your hands feel like heaven. each touch of your lips against the side of his face and head made him tighten his hold on you from both his arms and his ass. he needed you taking care of him. he needed to experience every bit of you. forget nulling his senses, he wanted them to be overwhelmed with your being.
with a gasp, he cums, biting down on your neck and whimpering loud. he holds you so tightly you almost think he's upset until you see the blissed out look on his face.
"easy baby, good boy. you did so well. did that feel good?" you coo softly, grinning as you watch him nod with tears streaming down his face and hiccups making his body shake. "yeah? awww, what a darling i have. can you tell me what 2 + 2 is?"
you just can't help it, not when your darling is so adorable and fucked out that he can't even think. after your question processes, he pouts, hiding his face in your shoulder and pretending he's annoyed you'd be so mean as to belittle him like that when he's still around your dick. really, he can't understand what you're asking him even though he knows it's easy, and it's making his dick hard again.
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Guys I’m so sorry I know I disappeared forever ago but I am back! I updated my page, and I look forward to writing for all you lovely people again! I’m back on my same old shit (absolutely vile dom!reader smut) so I hope you’re ready >:) This one's a little softer because I think Nanami deserves a bit of a soft!dom...I hope you enjoy! Feeling a little rusty so sorry if this isn't my best work :/
Summary: Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.
Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has a vagina, p in said v, subby!nanami, sex pollen/sex curse, semi-breeding kink, nanami gets his shit rocked, begging, overstimulation (reader and nanami receiving), unsafe sex (wrap your wee-wee please), a bit praise, nanami calls reader wife once
Let me know if you think I missed anything!!
All characters are over 18 :)
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Bzzt, Bzzt!
You groan, eyes tearing away from the screen in front of you. Life had been in a bit of a slog recently - with your boyfriend constantly away on missions and you trapped at your boring desk job, a phone call was a welcome reprieve. What was odd was the fact that your phone was ringing at all - the only calls that can get through when your phone is silenced is your parents, Nanami, and -
Shoko.
Bright letters flash at the top of your screen as you scramble away in a hurry, phone in hand. You mumble some half-assed excuse as you fly out the doors of the office, keys already in hand, and shakily answer the call.
“Shoko? Is everything okay?” you force out, nearly slipping as you speed-walk to the car. “Is he okay?”
“It’s Nanami,” she says, panic evident in her voice. “He came back from a mission today, won’t stop asking for you. I can’t quite get a read on what he got hit with yet, and I’ve never seen him like this, is there any chance you-”
“I’m already in the car, I’m on my way,” you confirm. “He’s okay, though? No obvious signs of injury?”
“Nothing physical, no,” she says, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “But something’s still clearly wrong, and having you here might help me analyse it. Clearly he’s been hit by some effect of the curse, I’ve never seen this man frantic like this in my life.”
“I’ll be there soon as I can. Call me if you have any updates.”
Shoko hums a confirmation and hangs up, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, and you take in a shaky breath. What could possibly be wrong? Why did your boyfriend need you, right this instant? At the very least, Shoko didn’t seem to think it was life threatening, but what relief was that? Being a sorcerer was dangerous, hell, that was why you and Nanami had quit in the first place, but you always knew he couldn’t avoid the call of it for long. You prayed that whatever this was would be out of his system in no time.
You take the turn into Jujutsu Tech far faster than you should, haphazardly parking your car. You think you hear the beep! of your car locking, but all you can really hear in your head is the pounding of your heart. Weaving across the grounds, you rush to Shoko’s office, almost barreling into her when you throw the door open.
“Where is he? Is he okay? You didn’t call me again so I assume it’s fine, but-”
“Hey, breath,” she says, oddly calm considering her call earlier. “I figured out the issue.”
“You did?” you exclaim, a little frustrated she didn’t call you. It must not be serious if she didn’t call, but still! She could’ve at least sent a text…
She wiggles her eyebrows at you, a smirk growing on her face. “You guys have to bang.”
“What??” you flush, throwing your arms up. “S-shoko, this isn’t the time for jokes-”
“Not a joke,” she says with a grin, making crude gestures with her hand. “You guys have to bang it out of his system. Fuck. Two-man tango. ‘Make love’, or whatever. Not the worst curse to get hit by, huh?”
“You had me all worried for nothing!” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “I thought he was injured, or worse, dying! I could be at work right now, I didn’t even clock out! God, I’m going to be in so much shit when I get back.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. He needs your help,” she explains with a sigh. “The gas that the curse released from its body works as an aphrodisiac, a deadly one. If he doesn’t, uhm…‘mate’ any time soon it could be lethal.”
You flush deeper, blinking at her owlishly. You waited, hoping she was joking, but she was clearly dead serious. “Where is he?”
“He’s got his own room, all the way down on the left,” she sighed, rubbing her temples. “Don’t ruin my equipment, you hear me?”
You salute, grinning at her, “Aye aye, captain!”
She rolls her eyes, watching you go. It’s going to be a long shift, she thought, rubbing her temples once again. They don’t pay me nearly enough for this.
You make your way down the hall, fluorescent lights flickering above your head. It smelled like chemicals and death down her, a terrible combo. You wrinkle your nose. How does Shoko put up with this all day, every day?
Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even realise that you’re at the end of the hall until you hear it. Frantic, almost manic, heavy breathing from the door on your left. You gulp, rubbing your thighs together. Fuck, in all your time with your boyfriend, you’ve never heard him this desperate before. Like the world was going to end if he didn’t get his dick wet. Lord, you haven’t even seen him yet, and you’re already soaking through your underwear, you can feel it. Tugging on the hem of your sleeve, you nervously raise a hand to knock on the door.
“Kento…?” you startle at the sound he lets out at the sound of your voice. It sounded like…a whine?
“Darling, ooh, darling,” he groans, pitchier than you’ve ever heard him. “You shouldn’t be here, love, get out of here.”
“Ken, honey, I can’t just leave you like this-”
“Please, before I do something I regret, you have to go- hngh!”
There’s a wet splatter on the other side of the door, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. You freeze momentarily, not wanting to believe it.
“Ken, did you just…?”
“Fuck, darling, you don’t know what you do to me,” he groans out. You can hear it now - how he’s rutting into his hand on the other side of the door. The wet shlick of dick sliding in his hand, the way he didn’t stop, even after he came. And he’s certainly never swore this early on, before he’s had your hands on you.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” you say, fingers finding the buttons of your shirt frantically. You don’t care that you’re in the hallway, you don’t care that Shoko’s just down the hall - there’s nothing in your head but the needy sounds of your boyfriend on the other side of the door.
“Please, you have to leave-”
“Open the door, honey,” you say, voice syrupy and sweet. “Want you to fill me up so good, can you do that? For me?”
You hear a quiet “Fuck!” from behind the door and the door handle rattles as he struggles to open it in his haze. At this point, you’re dripping, and you reach a hand out to help him. Easing the door open, you can feel the heat coming off of Nanami in waves. There’s a heady scent of pure sex in the air, and you don’t get a chance to take him in before he’s closing the door and trapping you against it.
“You shouldn’t be here, love,” he murmurs against your neck, hot breath tickling your ear. “Please, go before I lose control.”
Without hesitating, you pull him back by the hair and smash your lips to his. He’s motionless against you, for a moment, before his lips slot against you frantically. His hands come to grope your sides, mean and careless with his touch. He slots his legs between yours almost absentmindedly, and his hips begin to cant against you.
You separate, panting. “So desperate you’re already humping my leg like a slut?”
He flushes, slowing his hips down. You could feel his cock twitch against you, and you grin up at his dishevelled state. He’s a wreck - his tie pulled loose from his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, his pants not even off, just hanging loosely around his ankles - and you’re grateful, for a moment, for the curse that hit him.
“S-sorry, love,” he breathes, barely more than a whisper. “Can’t control it, please, need you, need you so bad- mngh, fuck!”
You grin, lazily palming his angry cock. “Oh, honey, I’ll help you out. Think you can get on the bed for me?”
He nods, whining softly when he pulls away from your hand. He stumbles over to the bed, losing his pants along the way. He sits and looks at you expectantly, flushed all the way down his neck. His hands are shaking from how much he’s holding back, and he bites his lip so hard it bleeds as you walk over, stripping as you approach. Ever the gentleman, he doesn’t reach out and touch, though it’s clear that he wants to. But right now, you’re in control, and even with the heat coursing through his veins, he lets you take what you want from him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, voice thick with need. “Gonna let me ride your cock? Let you fill me up, breed me?”
“God, darling,” he says with a groan, a bead of precum running down his angry cock. “Want to fill your pussy up, put my kids in you, make you nice and round- mmph!”
You slam your lips to his, guiding him to lay back on the bed. You throw your legs on either side of his and grind down hard, smiling against his lips at the way his hips twitch up against yours. You reach back, fumbling to grip his cock and guide it to your waiting hole. You’re soaking, and there’s a wet shlick as sink down to the base of his cock.
“Shit, fuck, sorry, honey-” His hands find the plush of your hips, and he holds you down as he cums, hot and warm inside you. Your surprised laugh quickly morphs into a moan as you feel him fill you. It’s neverending - you’re certain he’s never come this much in one go before - and you quickly regain your senses, grinding your hips in slow circles, riding him through his orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his back is arched as he twitches, but he never softens inside you.
“Already came again?” you mock, looking down at him condescendingly as he blinks back into reality. “Some curse you got hit with, must feel so good to let go, huh, baby?”
“C-couldn’t help it, fuck!” he stammers out, hips bucking into your slow grinding. “Need it, need to cum again, need to feel you cum around me as I fuck you full, please, darling, can I?”
His eyes flick up to yours, desperation evident in his gaze. Your boyfriend, who rarely swears during sex, begging you to cum? You were certainly in no place to say no!
Without warning, you pick up the roll of your hips, holding his hips down so he can’t buck into you. He moans, flush spreading all the way down his chest. His thighs are flexing below yours, aching to buck up into you, but you won’t let him.
“If you want my help, you let me control the pace,” you bluff, trying your best to keep your head with how his tip is brushing against your sweet spot oh so sweetly. “Keep trying to buck up and I’ll leave you here to take care of your little predicament yourself.”
“No!” he pants out, frenzied. “No, please, darling, don’t go, I’ll do anything, I’ll be good for you, please-”
“Yeah?” you say, grin feral as you pick up your pace even more. You’re barely able to get words out anymore, but he’s certainly not faring any better. “G-Gonna be good for me? Gonna- hngh, fuck! - fill up my pretty pussy, give me your- ahn- give me your babies?”
He nods, hand fumbling to rub at your clit. His fingers are mean, out of control, but the rough feel of his fingers against your clit is delicious nonetheless. Your head falls forward, and your hips get frantic, pace inconsistent as heat coils in your belly.
“Close, ‘m getting close-” you moan out. “Need you to cum with me, make me full, can you do that for me?”
“Mhmm, anything for you, love,” he says, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the feeling of your gummy walls around him. “Love you, love you so much, please, can’t hold on much longer, need to cum- oogh, fuck!”
With a soft ahn, ahn, ahn, you’re cumming around him, grinding your clit down into his hands as he cums, shooting his seed deep into you. You can’t help but keep grinding down, dragging your orgasm out as long as possible. You shakily drag your hips to a stop, head falling forward to knock with his. You let out a soft breathy laugh as you swoop down to kiss him again, his cock finally starting to flag inside you. As you move to get up, he grabs your waist, wincing as he holds you on his cock.
“Sorry honey, ‘m still sensitive,” he whimpers, twitching out a few more spurts of gooey cum into you. “Can- can you sit here, for a little longer?”
“Of course, Ken,” you say, smile soft as you place a kiss against his temple. “Whatever you need. Are you feeling better?”
“A little sore, for sure,” he notes, eyes roaming up your body. “Though you’re probably hurting too, is there anything I can do for you?”
You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. Really is such a gentleman, you think as you struggle to control your face. After all that, he’s worried about me?
“I’m okay, Ken, I wasn’t the one hit with a curse, after all,” you note, hands absentmindedly running up his sides. He smiles up at you, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and pulls you down into him.
“Hey, we need to clean up-”
“Just a second, darling,” he says, yawning as he speaks. “Just need a second to hold you, that’s all.”
You melt against him, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. As his breath steadies and he drifts under you, you trace circles on his chest, letting your heavy eyes fall closed, too. He’s right, just a second…
– – –
You wake up with a jolt to a banging on the door, a chorus of voices on the other side.
“Nanamin, I heard you got hit by a curse, are you okay??”
“Be quiet, Itadori, he’s probably trying to rest.”
“Shut up, Fushiguro, you don’t know that-”
“Will both of you shut up?? Either way, he’s definitely awake from all the racket you’re causing-”
You groan, tuning them out as you rub the sleep from your eyes. You glance up at your boyfriend, disagreeing with Nobara - Nanami was still asleep, a little bit of drool coming out of his open mouth. You cringe as you sit up, every muscle in your body burning in protest as you disentangle yourself from Nanami. You wince as you slide off his cock, his release trickling down your leg as you make an attempt to gather dress yourself. Nanami finally stirs awake, groaning softly as his bleary eyes peel open. His eyes find yours as your fumble through the clothes on the floor, throwing his pants to him. He rubs his eyes and rolls to sit on the edge of the bed, watching you intently.
“We need to get dressed,” you say, voice scratchy with sleep. “The kids want to see you.”
“Mm, they can’t wait a little longer? I want some alone time with my wife now that I’m feeling better.”
“Your wife?” you say, grinning at him. “I know I gave you a good time, but you gotta put a ring on it first, mister.”
He laughs, pulling you against him and burying his head into your stomach. Your fingers come up to play with his hair, and he breathes you in, for a second.
Soon, he thinks. Soon I’ll put a ring on that finger.
I know I know we love hard daddy Kento who puts us in our place, but I just can’t stop thinking of Nanami who can’t help but giving him woman all the power.
CW- sub Nanami rhetoric, dom!gn!reader, hair pulling (kento rec.), a lil degrading but he likes it so :), will elaborate more on this subject later go sub Nanami go!!!!
A/N- this went on longer than it should have lol, but I want to make a full fledged version of sub!nan before I get down and dirty but hope you guys like has been on my mind the last couple days
This was meant to be a short Drabble
You and Kento knew of each other when both of you were in school, merely peers among peers. Then he left the Jujutsu world for good., I mean you couldn’t blame him. You never really did pay any mind to him, he was just a classmate, right? Wrong.
He came back, different and he was nothing like the Kento you remember, he was all man now: but something lay hidden behind those eyes of his.
you definitely are not what he remembers, but his stomach still turns in knots when he stands next to you; he would have thought the schoolboy crush would have died out by now.
But, evidently not.
He tried his hardest to push it away, his usual nonchalant demeanor turning into a cool exterior. You passed it off as him being an asshole just passing him by in any school related activities. You couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t an attraction to Kento but, anytime you did try to interact with him, he would act standoffish as if being in your presence was affecting him somehow.
So then you started acting the same and god, did people notice it.
You would act sweet one second and then if Nanami were to walk into the room your attitude would do a complete 180.
Then, you got paired up as partners on his first mission back. Great.
You don’t really remember how the two of you came to be what you are today, maybe it was one too many missions together, possibly the one maybe two accidental passing touches hat set a spark in both of you, maybe it was the countless nights you spent in a cheap hotel after a mission; both too tired to go home. But, something still set unspoken between the two of you and you just couldn’t place your finger on it.
You don’t remember how the two of you came to be what you are now. But you do remember something. A mission. It was a simple one. Go into the abandoned building, exorcise the supposedly low-grade curse, all done, hands mostly clean, and home before dark. But this mission was different. Kento almost died, trying to save you. You were so angry, angry at him for putting himself in harm's way for you, angry at the higher ups who lied about the strength of the curse you exorcized, barely with your lives.
You don’t really remember how you two came to be. But you do remember all that anger boiled up to a certain point and after you got done stitching him up in the first cheap motel you could find you just started hounding him.
How could he be so reckless?
How could the higher ups be so stupid?
How could he be so stupid?
That you could have handled it.
And that if he ever tried to do something like that again you’d—
You looked at Kento in the middle of your scolding, Kento looking down with shame? embarrassment? you don’t know what but it made you mad; Why wasn’t he looking at you?
Something took over you as your nose twitched and your lips formed a snarl, your hands found his hair; tugging on his gold strands, soft against your fingers. You couldn’t help the sadistic look that took over your face when you saw the pink tinge of blush staining his slender cheeks, and you definitely couldn’t miss the way his hand covered his crotch; pathetically trying to cover the massive hard on that strains against his pants.
“Are you serious?” Was all you said voice condescending and light, chuckling to your own devices, pulling his hair again, he tries to keep the moan at bay; but the way he gropes himself through his pants tells you otherwise. You lick your bottom lip watching the way he tries to suppress his own pleasure.
You do it again and again until his lips break and the most horribly erotic sound breaks in the air. Kento Nanami whimpered. Your mouth was in a wide smile, teeth showing like a hyena, you couldn’t help but laugh tugging at the strands once more before making him look at you.
“You’re a little fucking freak aren’t ya’?” You asked. And you want to know what that motherfucker said—no what he did, he moaned, fucking moaned. his eyes trailing off of you all dazed out. Your nose twitches again like a demented bunny, you grip his jaw harshly, not to cause pain but to remind him to look at you.
“I asked you a question, Kento? It’s not nice to not answer people.” You toy with him gripping his scalp even tighter, making him wince. He opens his mouth, saliva strands spreading with them, he nods his head rapidly.
“Yes,” he speaks desperately “yes I am.” He says through squished cheeks, his glasses were beginning to fog up and you could see the embarrassment taint his fair skin and it just makes you burn with anticipation.
“Yes you are….” Your tongue prodes the inside of your cheek, debating on what to do with him.
An unhumorous laugh that comes out more like a pathetic huff, his eyes shooting back towards you teetering on the edge of every move you make.
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subby nanami being fucked, making him dumb and brainrot for you, in amazon position, completely mating pressing him. his thick cum leaking from your inside down over the bed as you're leading him to his nth orgasms. his eyes can't be opened anymore and he's just a whimpering and shaking mess, drooling and begging you to fuck him harder as his voice cracks with every "thank you, please keep going... please don't stop, please, please!.. i want you, i want more of you... i want you to feel good, cum for me? please" . his voice shouting pleasure moans from the top of his lungs, even overshadowed the sound of your bodies hitting against each other, getting faster and faster until he's crying and cumming all over again.
"We're taking a break from sex," you yelled out from your home office as soon as you heard Nanami come home from work. You snickered to yourself, imagining his shoulders stiffen after hearing your words. He didn't respond to you right away. 'He must be annoyed. I bet I could see that vein pop out on his temple,' you thought.
"That's not," you heard his voice from behind you, "...exactly what any husband would want to hear after coming home from a long day." You swiveled around on your office chair to face him. Nanami was leaned against the door frame with his muscular arms crossed around his broad chest. He looked delicious. Was he trying to tempt you?
You swiveled back to type on your laptop. "Well, last night I noticed that I wasn't as sensitive to your touch, and I want that feeling back."
Nanami raised a brow. "Are you not satisfied?"
"It's not that...I...I guess I just like the feeling better when I'm not used to it. I mean, we have been doing it a lot lately." You continued replying to an email that was sent hours ago.
"Are you saying you're too familiar with my touch?" Nanami whispered in your ear.
Your face jerked to face him - the hairs on your back standing on end, your pupils dilated. 'How did he get across the room so fast and so quietly?!' you thought. Before you could regain your composure, he pulled you off your chair, his hands hastily grabbing at your backside as he crushed his lips on yours. He tasted buttery. 'Bread. It must be.'
Groaning, you pushed him away. He looked slightly surprised. You hadn't rejected his advances since...since your third date with him.
"I mean it. One week," you said, wiping his taste off your lips with the back of your hand. "Oh, and...no masturbating."
It was an agonizing week without sex. Even you had to admit it was difficult. The mornings were especially hard. Waking up next to that man and not being able to mount him right then and there was incredibly frustrating.
It was the end of the seventh day. Nanami would be coming home soon. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wondering if Nanami would like you in your new peach-colored mesh bra and panty set. You ran your fingers over the embroidered flowers on the sides of your panties.
You heard the door creak open - your excitement at his arrival almost made you squeal. Spinning on your heel, you nearly ran to the hallway where he would leave his shoes and briefcase. Nanami was already taking his tie off. Your hands stopped him.
Nanami froze in place, shocked at what you were wearing. Even though the mesh covered what needed covering, he could see through it all. You might as well have been naked. You tugged at his tie like a leash, and led him into your bedroom. You could feel his gaze boring into your nearly exposed ass and you were glad you decided to wear your heels - they helped plump it up. You arrived at the foot of the bed, and his hands grabbed you, one calloused palm grinding against your chest and the other making its way to your mound.
"Stop that," you commanded, turning to grab him by the arms. You shoved him onto the bed. "I'm doing something different today."
The dirty smirk on your face spurred wild thoughts in Nanami's mind. You climbed on top of him and started stripping his clothes off. You loosened his tie but kept it looped around his neck. Then, you ripped his collared shirt open, not caring that he'd have to sew the buttons back on later. You pulled his belt off before using it to bind his left arm to the headboard.
Before you scooted back down on the bed, you took a second to look at Nanami. His face looked ferocious.
Nanami was only holding himself back because he knew you wanted to do this. It had been a LONG and dragged out week of denying himself any sort of sexual relief, and now that he was allowed to, he was being restrained? He wanted to rip through the belt - and you knew he could - tear that poor excuse for underwear off of you and plow his throbbing dick into your defenseless pussy so hard that you forget how to even think.
A kiss on the forehead broke through his thoughts.
"Hey, relax," you said gently. "You'll be seeing stars soon enough."
You pulled his pants and boxers off and threw them aside. You took his dick in your hands, emboldened by the hitching of his breath. Precum was oozing out of the tip. You ran your palms down his shaft, spreading the pre like butter on toast. You could feel him twitch against your movements.
Nanami watched as your face inched closer to his excited member. Your eyes met as you rubbed your cheek against his shaft. Nanami wanted more, but he knew he'd have to wait patiently. You moved behind his dick, licking him from his base up to his tip. Nanami saw you open you mouth as if to engulf his length, the anticipation welling up inside him, but then you pulled your face away.
"There's the look I wanted!" you exclaimed, "That look of utter desperation!" Your grin was that of a villain's. You were getting so turned on, you hardly needed your fingers to get wet.
Nanami was speechless, unable to express how awful it was that you were denying him the pleasure of your mouth around his cock. He was so desperate for you to touch him, and couldn't believe that you were really leaning into your play. But he couldn't deny that you were right about giving yourselves a break from sex; whatever this was, it was hot. He closed his eyes, only opening them again when he felt his tie tighten around his neck. You were pulling his face towards you.
You craned your neck to whisper in his ear as you choked him with his favorite tie (which you, yourself hated). The lack of air had Nanami edging. "Tell me what you want."
His free hand found the back of your neck, and he forced you into a kiss. He wasn't going to give in that easily. You pulled back, swatting away his hand.
"You're being bad..." you purred, "You'll need to be punished for that.
Nanami had never felt so turned on in his life. You were looking down on him like he was an insect about to be squashed. And it was arousing. Where was this side of you all this time? Where was this side of him all this time?
"Don't touch yourself," you commanded.
To his dismay, you loosened the tie around his neck and left the room. You smiled to yourself once the door was closed. You wanted to see how much of a mess you could make of him before riding that dick to nirvana.
You returned to Nanami after a few minutes. He was a panting mess, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His hips were thrusting against the air, his free hand gripping the sheets so that he wouldn't rub one out while you were gone. His eyes were glossed over.
"What a good little slut," you cooed, sitting beside him on the bed. You wrapped your fingers around his dick and start pumping. Nanami's mouth gaped, his eyes rolling back.
"Yes, cum for me, Kento. Cum for me."
Nanami's hips bucked, and you squeezed just a little tighter. He groaned loudly as you picked up the tempo. Soon, hot ropes of cum shot out of his cute little slit. Nanami was gasping for air, but you didn't stop your assault.
"Please, Y/N...this is too much," Nanami begged once he caught on to what you were doing. You felt a burning desire in your pussy.
You straddled his hips and pulled your panties away from your hole, positioning his tip at your entrance. You looked in his eyes as you lowered yourself, taking his length in little by little. He groaned. You had tightened up after abstaining for the week. Nanami's free hand grabbed your hip, wanting to slap your ass. Alas, he couldn't reach it. He opted to dig his fingers into the thick of your thighs instead.
"Get hard again - you can do it. This is your reward for being good all week. Don't you want to please this pussy?" you teased. It took a minute, but you felt him stiffening up.
A smirk formed on your face and you quickened your pace.
"Yes, yes!" you moaned, your hands grabbing your tits, "Fuck me."
Nanami grunted, his muscles flexing under you. He wanted to break free from his restraint. He wanted to touch you properly. He had just came, but you were on a mission to wring him dry. The way your pussy clenched around his overstimulated dick was driving him crazy.
You could tell that Nanami was close in the way he was moaning. You were too - the wait was definitely worth it. Wanting to play a little longer, you pulled yourself up and away from his dick.
Nanami threw his head back, tears forming at the corner of his eyes in complete frustration.
You grabbed his face in your hand, pulling him forward again to look at you at eye level. "Beg me like the scum you are."
"Please, Y/N."
"Please what?"
"Please let me cum."
"Where?"
"Inside you! I'm begging you, please let this pathetic man cum inside you. I'm unworthy but I want to feel your hot pussy around this dick and paint your walls white. Please, please, please..."
Holy shit. You weren't expecting that. You licked your lips.
"You're nothing without me."
"I'm nothing without you," Nanami confirmed, sobbing in frustration.
You smirked, leaning over his face to lick a tear that fell under his jawline.
"That's a good slut."
You straddled his hips again, but this time your ass was facing him. You bounced on his dick. You couldn't help but moan, the pleasure from the new angle was about to reach its peak.
"Please let me cum, Y/N."
You gave him a few more bounces before answering. You wanted his cum too. "Do it then. Give me all your disgusting, dirty cum."
As Nanami erupted into you, he reflexively pulled against the belt. His free hand wrapped around your ankle, needing to feel your skin. You fucked him into the bed, wanting to feel him pour his seed into your deepest parts. You keeled over, the sensation of his hot cum making a mess in your tight pussy was sending you over the edge. You gripped at his legs for support.
You could hear Nanami trying to catch his breath behind you.
Still dizzy and panting from the high, you heard a strange snapping noise. You turned your head, but not before Nanami used both his arms to hoist you off him and slam you onto the bed. He ripped your feeble panties off, fully exposing your cunt.
Through his sheer strength alone, he broke away from your makeshift bind.
"You're going to pay for this Y/N. I'm nowhere near satisfied."
To be continued...
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