#gojo satoru
Everybody wants to be my enemy
teacher Geto and full-time sorcerer Gojo
Годжо
Nobara Kugisaki
Gojo Satoru
S-sugar daddy
Credit : mineco000 on twitter
Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem!reader
Chapter 3 Summary: You start on some freelance work and Nanami is less than pleased with the fact that your not always available to him anymore. It sparks a very interesting agreement.
Warnings: Porn with plot, NSFW, Minors do not interact, Dom/Sub dynamics, vaginal sex, orgasm control, light dacryphilia
A/N: I am working on a playlist for this series. It’s not done yet, so I’ll be adding stuff at random but here’s a link
“Nanamin! I knocked and you didn’t answer,” Gojo complained as he opened the office door.
“Maybe it’s because I didn’t want visitors.” Nanami responded without looking away from his computer screen.
“I also texted you this weekend and you didn’t answer.”
“I was busy.”
Gojo came around to be on the same side of the desk as Nanami before sitting on top of it, “Reading on your sofa is not busy; it’s boring.”
Nanami didn’t dignify him with a response, it wasn’t worth the trouble. Nanami was already annoyed. You were busy and would be for the better part of the week as you dealt with your case against your former employer and interviewing for jobs. It meant that he wasn’t likely to see you at all until the weekend which was simply unacceptable, but he would have to accept it anyway.
“How was the date on Friday?” Gojo asked, noticing Nanami’s crabbiness.
“Went very well.”
Gojo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Oh so the sex was life changing.” He nodded to himself, but still didn’t understand how Nanami could possibly be in a bad mood if the sex was that good. Try as he might, Gojo could never fully understand Nanami.
“I didn’t even mention sex.”
“Yes, but you said ‘very’ well. If it was just fine you wouldn’t have answered at all. If it was fun you would have just said fine and if it was fun but the sex was underwhelming you would have said it went well. But this went very well. Hold on. Is that why you ignored me all weekend?”
“I ignored you because I didn’t want to talk to you.”
“And you were laying the pipe on some a hot woman with kind eyes and a dazzling smile?”
Nanami looked away from the screen wondering how Gojo knew that. Gojo grinned as he always did before laughing loudly in delight.
“I’m right, huh? All weekend? She must be something special. Are you willing to share?”
If Nanami was annoyed before he didn’t know what he was now, “Don’t you have work to do?”
“So that’s a no. You two aren’t exclusive though, right?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“So I can let her decide if she wants to be shared. I’m a feminist you know?”
“That is not-“
“So you’re not exclusive. Interesting,” Gojo interrupted him.
Nanami realized that he was doing more damage than good talking to Gojo. Gojo had the uncanny ability to jump to the right conclusion and then explain his reasoning retroactively once someone already proved he was right. It made him a renowned lawyer, and an absolutely aggravating friend.
“Is it the return of the player or just a one-off thing and you’ll be back to your boring ways? How entertaining is this going to be? You know last time you were this secretive about a woman I thought for sure she was going to key your car and break your windows when you were done.”
“Hm, that’s what good security is for. I was never in any danger of that.” Nanami considered that situation for a moment, before deciding that it was completely different and you weren’t of that temperament at all.
“Keep ‘em on a short leash even when you’re done with ‘em huh? Ugh, how do you do it? Don’t you get the paragraph texts and the voicemails-“
“I block people when I’m done with them and I don’t read paragraphs. Gojo, your desire to bask in the mess you’ve made is the reason people act the way they do with you.”
“It’s so funny to see people get all riled up over nothing. But you’re not the only one with a new woman. That woman from the party? I thought she’d be a one and done situation, but then she didn’t call me the morning after, or text, or anything. It’s like she was completely satisfied with one night. And then I texted her Saturday and we hooked up and now it’s Monday. No call, no text, I don’t get her deal.”
“Hm, maybe you’re losing your touch,” Nanami said in a bored tone. You and Nanami texted because Nanami wanted to text you. If he didn’t care to engage that way he wouldn’t. You just so happened to be funny and insightful. At any rate, this is what Gojo really wanted to talk about it seemed. He was only inquiring about Nanami’s dating life to talk about his own.
Gojo scoffed, “Don’t be stupid. She always answers when I ask her to come over.”
“Ah so maybe she’s rational and finds you annoying.” That was a little intriguing. He’d never heard of a woman who took the smart option of keeping Gojo as a night time activity and nothing more. Women always made the horrible mistake of loving him, and wanting to be loved by him. In all of his time knowing Gojo that man had truly loved one person and when that fell through it seemed like nothing in the world could make him love again.
“But at least I’m a good lay.”
“Or just always available.”
“Nanamin! You’re being so hurtful.”
“You refuse to take a hint and I don’t want to talk to you.”
“You don’t want me anymore?” Gojo crooned as if his feelings were really hurt. While it was possible to hurt Gojo’s feelings, it was not likely. The man was a stone wall decorated with a larger than life personality and an annoying laugh. In the middle of Gojo talking you texted Nanami.
- Another shitty interview :/ I really think I’ll have to move out of the damn state for work.
Nanami did not like the thought of that at all. Gojo was still wrapped up in talking about himself and so with that background noise going on he searched up your case with Maki just to see how it was coming along. He read what was uploaded in the system and then decided to go visit Maki himself and see if she needed help with the case. He didn’t have anything lined up for this evening anyway.
Gojo followed him naturally, still talking about the woman he was seeing that he couldn’t get a read on. Nanami found it confounding that Gojo enjoyed that game. Nanami always took disinterest at face value… but maybe that was because he didn’t feign indifference. Either he cared or he didn’t and the difference between the two was obvious. So when other people were disinterested he didn’t assume that they were playing a game. However, this logic seemed to work for Gojo so what did Nanami know really?
“Hey where are we going?”
“Checking in with Maki on her latest case.”
“She’s my mentee! Why are you checking in on her?!”
“Because she’s your mentee. You shouldn’t be left in charge of a goldfish let alone someone’s career.”
“Rude!”
You wound up busy on your next weekend. While all of your attempts at securing a steady job were fruitless you did land a couple of freelance projects that you needed to spend your time on. When you had to break the news that you were working over the weekend you’d thrown your own mini tantrum about it. It just wasn’t fair. You wanted to get your back blown out again. None of your problems seemed all that burdensome after getting dick that felt like it was literally realigning you towards your cosmic purpose. Life wasn’t fair and you were upset about it. The only person who was really up for hearing you whine was Katrina.
“I am not God’s strongest soldier, Kat. I will fold every single time!”
“This freelance job should set you up really nicely for the next few months,” She was being the reasonable one for once, which you were sure was weird for her. You were usually the steadfast voice of reason, telling her not to get too upset about the trivial necessities of the world.
Still, you were inconsolable, “I wanna be dicked down.”
“Think about it this way, babe. Big dick is actually kind of annoying, because why are you in my lungs you know?” She tried a new angle of consoling you that wasn’t going to work at all. Big dick was not annoying at all when the person wielding it knew what they were doing and Nanami knew what he was doing.
“I don’t mind it at all. Kat, the things I would let this man do to me. The things he’s already done to me,” your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you thought about it all.
“It must be good. You don’t usually go on and on about guys like this.”
“I just wanted to get my soul snatched by that angel-faced man!! I just want the most disrespectful dick from the respectful man I’ve ever met!”
“Uh huh, let it all out.”
You moved the phone, grabbed one of your throw pillows and screamed into it. Kat could, of course, hear this but it wasn’t as loud as if you’d done it without muffling yourself.
“Bitch, get a grip! You spent your whole weekend with him last week!” She snapped at you, finally fed up with your pining. While Kat could be dramatic, she never in her life was pressed over a man. You didn’t think there was a man alive that could press her. As far as she was concerned dick was a dime a dozen so what was there to be upset about. However, she had never had Nanami, and you would be sure she never had Nanami because you weren’t trying to share.
“He wanted to go wine tasting with me! You know I get nasty when I’m wine drunk! It was gonna be so good!”
“Handle your business and you’ll have all next week to bounce on your boo-thang’s dick. The money’s got to come first.”
“You don’t miss your guy when you’re not talking?” you asked, hoping she could relate a little.
She paused, “No.”
“Damn. Is he annoying?”
“A little, but honestly I just have my own shit going on, I can’t really think about it. You know I’m not really one to be tied down. I don’t care how handsome or rich he is.”
You huffed. Between Kat and your other friend, Ness, Ness was the romantic one. Granted she was single, and constantly getting her heart broken so maybe you couldn’t really look to her as a kindred spirit either. No one could really understand your predicament, because no one else was missing out on Nanami’s dick, and his thoughtful dates! He didn’t even have to take you on dates at this point! He could just start sending “wyd” texts and you would happily be at his door ready to open your legs.
“Who would have thought you’d be a needy slut? You’ve literally never acted like this before.”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t. Get your work done, call me when you’re done whining.”
“You’re so mean to me.”
“Mmhm, love you bye.”
“Buh-bye, love you too.”
You got to work. It took you a long time to get focused on your writing but once you did the words flowed easily. It was as Kat said, you would handle business and then you would be free to fuck Nanami for another whole weekend, and perhaps a few days out of the week if he was obliging. It was a great plan, a beautiful plan… if your client didn’t promise to pay you double for in-office work as well as leading workshop meetings with their in-house creative team. Before you knew it, you were up to your tits in work. The payout was sexy as hell but more often than not you found yourself coming home to write while eating take out, and then promptly fall asleep. Maybe two weeks of this passed by before you got a weird text from Nanami.
- Are we done then?
- Done? No?
- Ok.
You looked at your phone, then your laptop, then your phone again. You were a good stopping point for the night. This bore some looking into. Because what the hell was he talking about. You tapped the phone icon to just call him. It was late enough that he shouldn’t be at work any longer. It took more rings than you thought was logical considering he just sent you that weird ass text but you were willing to ignore that slight when he answered.
“Hello?” he answered as if nothing was weird.
“Hi. What do you mean are we done?”
“… What I said?”
“Is there someone else you want to fuck? I’m just trying to figure out where this came from?”
“Well, you seem busy,” he said it, but he obviously didn’t seem to believe that you were busy.
“Oh… so this is the catch. I’d been wondering what was wrong with you, this is it,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Kento, if you pay for my way of life, I will never have to work another weekend again. Otherwise, drop the attitude. I don’t want to be doing this shit. Do you think I’m happy to choose work over getting fucked?”
“I don’t know what you prefer,” he said petulantly.
You groaned, “For such a serious looking man, you are ridiculous, you know that? Pay my commission rates next weekend and I’m all yours.”
“Fine…” there was a beat of silence before he continued, “so, you’re really not over me.”
You rolled your eyes, “Of course not, genius. There are too many positions you haven’t fucked me in yet. And season 2 of Planet Earth is waiting on us!”
“Do you have to be in the office on the weekends?”
“No, I mostly work from home-”
“Then come out with me. We’ll go some place you can work.”
“Kento, I actually have to work. I can’t just sleep with you all weekend.”
“I can be respectful of your work. I won’t bother you at all during regular work hours.”
You paused, thinking it over. You should probably agree, lest he take it personally. It was amusing to see such a composed man behave like this, but you had no desire to push him. Truth be told, you were more than a little upset about the passing time without seeing him as well.
“Alright, let me get some of my stuff together.”
“I’ll pick you up,” he said, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
“Sounds good. Bye”
“Bye.”
Deep down, Nanami knew he was being unreasonable, but he’d only been able to stomach driving you back home all those weeks ago, because he was sure you would be right back in his bed sooner rather than later. He was beyond annoyed that you’d canceled. Worse still, he believed that you were actually working. So what was his problem? It was simple really, he thought you might be entirely willing to drop him in favor of your work… which wouldn’t be unreasonable on your part which is why he’d simply asked the question out right instead of stewing in resentment. Besides, if you weren’t around then he wouldn’t have a worthwhile excuse for why he couldn’t be bothered with that idiot, Gojo. A simple no no longer sufficed for Gojo when it came to Nanami.
He pulled up and sent you a text to tell you he was outside. Not long after, you were coming out of your apartment. You were wearing a casual sundress with a cute little crochet bandana on your head to keep your hair out of your face. As you hurried down the steps Nanami definitely noticed the steady bounce of your chest and had to turn away. He said that he would let you get work done while you were with him. He had to keep his word.
Nanami got out of the car and grabbed your bags. One was obviously your work bag, the other he assumed were clothes. He was internally pleased that that back was a bit heavy. Maybe that meant you intended to stay a while. He had no complaints.
“Hi,” you greeted as he took the bags.
“Hello.”
“Were you mad at me?” you asked with a little smile, watching him put your bags on the backseat.
“… I wasn’t mad, persay…’’ his words dragged as he fought against admitting that up until very recently he was feeling quite resentful.
“But you weren’t happy with me,” you summarized, “You know friends talk to one another.”
He closed the back door and opened up the passenger side door for you. You thanked him before getting in. You waited for him to get back in the car.
“You can ask my best friend, I was completely inconsolable that I had to cancel one weekend, but two?! Oh I was sick.” You said with a little smile, heaping on the flattery so he could squash whatever residual attitude he had.
“Working on the weekend should be illegal,” he grumbled.
“And you would know, huh, Mr. Lawyer?”
He huffed a little laugh that came out through his nose. You let the quiet in the car exist for a moment. You spoke again as he got ready to pull off.
“When’s your birthday, Kento,” you asked.
“July 3rd.”
“Ooooooh you’re a cancer. It all makes sense now.”
“Well what is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.
“Nothing, nothing,” you smiled to yourself before quietly adding, “crybaby.”
“I have not left his parking lot yet. You can go back up to your apartment if that’s how you’re going to treat me.” There was no real conviction behind his words so you just laughed.
“It’s okay, now I know you’re a man who has feelings. I’ll be more careful with you,” you cooed, reaching over to pinch his cheek. You washed him flush in embarrassment but he still remained composed.
“I’ll make you eat those words.”
“I believe you,” you agreed easily.
The two of you wound up at a cute cafe that smelled like baked goods. The woman behind the counter waved at Nanami and you could only guess that he was a regular here. It was a nice place, you decided as you looked around, nicer than you expected from the humble outside.
“And for you, Mr. Nanami, your usual?” the woman behind the counter said as the two of you stepped up.
“Yes, and whatever she’s having.”
The cashier turned from Nanami to you; her eyes were wide. Had she not noticed you standing right here? It occurred to you now that maybe she’d been purposefully ignoring your presence. It didn’t really matter to you at all. In fact it was a little funny. You ordered a few things that looked good on the menu. Nanami paid for it and let you pick out a table to sit at. You pulled out your laptop and got to work.
Nanami did the same, but his “work” was… recreational. However, he was distracted by you. You, obviously, weren’t smiling, but the look of concentration on your face was so graceful. The little crochet bandana was white, and fashioned out of crochet daisy granny squares. It was beautiful. Your dress was a sage green and it looked as comfortable as it was adorable, not to mention the view of your cleavage. He wondered if you meant to make him suffer by dressing so beautifully. He just wanted to get you somewhere private so he could pull up the skirt of that dress and-
“Kento, you good?” you asked.
Nanami took a deep breath and reminded himself that he promised you could work, “Just fine. You look very beautiful today.”
You smiled and it crinkled your nose, “Thank you. You’re pretty beautiful too, you know? Is blue your favorite color?”
“It’s a good color. It’s not my favorite.”
“Oh? What’s your favorite?”
“Black.”
You paused and narrowed your eyes at him trying to decide if he was being funny or if black was really his favorite color. If this turned out to be a corny joke you were going to dock points from his overall tolerability score.
“What? It’s a versatile color,” he continued and you decided that he was being serious.
“Well I guess you know what they say,” you mused putting your eyes on your screen. You were fighting for your life trying not laugh as you set up this joke.
“I… don’t.”
“Once you go black-”
“Alright,” he sighed, cutting you off and you devolved into childish giggles. He couldn’t even help the smile on his face as he listened to you laugh. It took you a while to recover and get back to work but when you did, you would giggle at random still thinking about your joke. He could only roll his eyes at you and do his best to concentrate now that you were smiling.
The cashier from before came over with your drinks and baked treats. She set everything in front of Nanami… oddly enough, but you made a point to thank her. It was a nice way of reminding her that you were still there. She just looked at you before walking away. You huffed a little laugh before you grabbed your coffee from across the table. It was pretty obvious which one was yours. Nanami had black coffee.
You stayed in the cafe diligently working on edits and emailing back and forth with your editor. You were done after another 2 hours. You closed your laptop and looked at Nanami expectantly. He’d been working on something as well, but you couldn’t imagine him doing his actual job on the weekends. You were curious but you wanted to respect his privacy
“Are you done?” he asked.
“Yep, at least for today. I’m sure there will be new things bright and early tomorrow morning.”
He hummed as he nodded, “What’s your personal email?”
You cocked your head to the side in confusion but you gave him your email.
“I am sending a document to you. It’s a… proposal. We’ll talk it over more at my place.”
“Oh. Okay,” you agreed slowly, confused but intrigued by his words. You packed up your laptop and waited for Nanami to come back from sitting the mugs and saucers with the dirty dishes. When you got in the car you checked your email sure enough there was a link to a document. You opened it only for your eyes to go wide. It was a dominant/submissive contract.
“What in the Christian Grey?” you mumbled. However, further reading let you know it wasn’t as wild as you expected… it was actually kind of nice. Nanami didn’t seem to be a hard dom… something you supposed you knew. You only knew about this kind of stuff because Ness coordinated these things for the rich people who were into it all the time and she used to do sex work before she started working at an almost corporate level.
The contract detailed your proposed responsibilities, public conduct, private conduct, punishments, limits, safety, and a place for signatures. The information inside was thorough. He already had both your and his hard limits, and soft limits, and his asks were not burdensome at all. There was a very interesting section beneath dress codes named “Allowance”. He didn’t desire to hand pick everything you wore, he requested the ability to buy clothes and have you wear them when the two of your were together. There were added safety systems that you hadn’t used before as a safety net for another ask of his which included gags and ropes. Yes, you knew going in that Nanami was a freak but he was turning up the heat now.
“Um… allowance?” you asked.
“I’m sure you’re on a contract for this gig, and you would finish this out, but from then on I would pay your bills, and grant you a weekly allowance.”
“… Okay Mr. Moneybags.”
“I have an estimated living expense budget attached. Is that satisfactory?”
You looked at your phone and went to the original email only to see that there was an attached excel sheet with financials set up. You stared at the gross salary for this “position” and it was higher than your last job.
“Uh… you’re asking me to be your sugarbaby?”
“I guess you can call it that. I realized I don’t like it when you’re not available and the best way to keep you available is to meet your financial needs.”
It was pretty sound logic, you couldn’t knock it even if you wanted to. You did say that exact thing to him over the phone. If he wanted to have an opinion about what you were doing, paying for your time was a good way to do it.
“Let me think about this aspect.”
“Naturally.”
“Um but I see you’ve imported all of our answers from that questionnaire. Have you been thinking about this the entire time.”
“Yes and no. We did start off there, but I genuinely had no expectations until… well until I was annoyed that you weren’t available.”
“And this is restricted to the bedroom right. You don’t expect me to call you sir, and come when you snap your fingers at me when we’re out.”
“I don’t expect you to come when I snap my fingers at you ever, but yes. Barring the occasional request to wear something I bought you while we’re out I don’t want our dynamic to leave the bedroom.”
“And our exclusivity is still there we’re only having sex with each other.”
“Correct. I do have a talking point that can be added if you’re interested.”
“Oh?”
“Given our clause of exclusivity… and some of our matching interest I wanted to know if you were on birth control and if you would consider getting on birth control.”
“Oh so you can stuff me like a twinkie?” you realized where he was going and decided to save you both the embarrassment.
He sighed but you could read the amusement on his face, “I guess.”
“I’m on birth control, already. I’d want us to get regular check ups then.”
“Of course. We’ll modify the agreement when we get in.”
It was almost laughable, the two of you sitting beside each other on his couch, each with your laptops open modifying and negotiating things on the doc until you were both satisfied with the stipulations and protection provided. You sent the contract to Ness, who was far more well versed in these kind of agreements than you. After a few minutes, Ness called you.
“GIRL! A six figure expense package! Bitch! Teach me your ways!”
“I don’t even know what I did, Ness,” you breathed laying across the sofa while Nanami was in his office, “Did you look over everything else?”
“I’m reading it now. Oh, he’s obviously a service dom. He’s paying you to be treated like a princess. What’s his temperament? Do you like him as a person?”
“He’s sweet, a little aggy sometimes. This all started because he was upset I had to cancel my weekends because I had to work.”
“Oh, service forreal. I think that’s perfect for you. I got a little worried when I saw a two page contract but it seems like the bulk of it is protections for you. That’s sweet. You’d never get along with a hard dom, you play too much.”
You snorted, “Tell me about it.”
“God, what is he a fucking lawyer?” she asked as she kept reading.
“Yes.”
“Oh, well that’s why this is such a nice contract. I think it’s reasonable. Be smart, have him give you checks in hand or you can work through cashapp, venmo, hell paypal. Keep him out of your personal bank account. And if he suggests a secondary account for you, have your name on the card but not the account, and be sure the account doesn’t do overdraft. All major assets like apartments and cars should be in your name. He just writes the check.”
“Wow, have you done this before?”
“Once,” she agreed.
“Ness, we need a memoir on your life, because I swear I learn something new about you every day.”
“Please, I’m boring. You’re about to be a full blown sugar baby! The girls need to learn a thing or to from you. I’ll be waiting on your book. Now, go handle your boo thang. Call me later give me all the details.”
“Will do, love you.”
“Love you too, babe, bye.”
You hung up and looked at the document on your computer again. A few minutes later you heard Nanami’s voice and you sat up to peek over the couch at him. He had a few sheets of paper in his hands. He gave one to you and then a pen. You recognized the papers as the contracts, he printed them out. You read over them again, just to be sure nothing had changed, all the while listening to his conversation.
“Gojo, just because we’ve come to an agreement does not mean that I want her around you. It’s cruel and unusual punishment. She’s a nice person and she doesn’t deserve that… yes you are that bad…” Nanami sighed heavily before moving the phone away from his ear. He addressed you now, “Do you want to go on a double date tomorrow night?”
“I wanted you to fuck me seven ways from Sunday,” you answered without looking up. You heard a loud laugh over the phone and you were startled to hear it so close. Nanami had ventured closer to you to collect his laptop off of the coffee table.
“There’s a clause in the contract about that mouth of yours,” he quipped back in a low voice.
“I’m sorry,” you winced, “I didn’t know he could hear me.”
He kissed your forehead, “You’re forgiven, just this once.”
“Well, I can move back the reservation an hour or two,” Gojo continued on the phone.
“No, I don’t want to be out all night with you.”
“Where are we going?” you asked curiously.
“I didn’t think you wanted to go.”
“I do, I just want that other thing too. Do they have Italian?”
“They do have Italian,” Gojo answered.
“I wanna go if there’s Italian involved.”
“Fine,” Nanami sighed, “You’re paying for the inconvenience, Gojo.”
“I was gonna pay anyway for the pleasure of dinner with you, Nanamin.”
Your eyebrows raised at that and Nanami just rolled his eyes.
“Goodbye,” Nanami said firmly before hanging up. He turned his gaze to you, obviously meaning to continue your previous conversation. You grabbed the pen he gave you and signed the contract.
“I agree to your terms, Mr. Nanami.”
“Great, and if you have any concerns or modifications later we can always revisit it,” he answered, taking a seat beside you again. He signed his own copy and then the two of you switched copies and signed, that way you both had physical and digital copies. When that was done Nanami relaxed back against the sofa.
“You know… I’ve never done like a proper full on agreement like this before,” you admitted as you looked at him, “You’ll have to be patient.”
“I can be patient. Especially for a sweet thing like you. Come here,” he crooked his finger towards you and you stood lifting the long skirt of your sundress so you could straddle his lap. His hands immediately went to your hips, seemingly pressing you down against him more, or maybe you were just hyper aware of the weight of his hands.
“I’m going to take my time with you. We’ve got a while together, don’t we?”
You nodded quickly, feeling your own excitement grow as his warm palms rubbed over your ass. He licked his lips as he looked up at you.
“We’ll start with the simplest rules. You don’t cum unless I give you permission, and you take what I give you. One rule you’re familiar with, one that’s all new.”
You nodded again.
“Use your words,” he instructed.
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he looped his finger in one of the shoulder straps of your sundress and tugged it down, baring your bra, “take your arm out.”
You did as he said for both straps. When he was done with that he was unclasping your bra. You kept your eyes on him and the way the blush on his cheeks deepened as he tossed your bra carelessly. He cupped one of your breasts, before opening his mouth to close his lips around your nipple. You gasped quietly at the sensation. He sucked them, flicking his tongue against your nipple.
“Sir, can I- Can I touch you?” you asked as he kept sucking your nipple.
“Mmhm.”
You threaded your fingers through his soft blonde hair, nails scraping against his scalp lightly, as he delicately used his teeth. He began to worry your other breast with his hand, hefting it and kneading it in a slow firm movements. Your jaw dropped for a moment before you were clenching your teeth trying not to rock in his lap without permission. He switched breasts letting your titty drop from his mouth with a poignant pop.
“Sir,” you whined and he grabbed your hips, setting a slow hard pace against him, “Mm thank you.”
His mouth was a problem and yet also the solution to just about everything wrong in your life, or at least that’s how it felt. The pace he set for your hips was excruciating. It was slow, making you feel every bit of him in the process. Maybe it was just the heavy knowledge that you wouldn’t be cumming until Nanami granted your permission but everything felt so much more intense. He was definitely going to leave marks on your chest, a few of them would be impossible to cover without a turtleneck, but it was also warm out so why the hell would you wear a turtleneck.
You felt him get hard under the steady weight of your body, which only added more friction to your sex. Was this probably the craziest engagement you ever put yourself in? Broadly, yes but then again no. It wasn’t uncommon for men to want you to be submissive, and you could be if you trusted them, but more often than not they just threw you into the deep end of whatever fantasy they had going through their heads. Nanami was easing you in, something that was extremely important, but also pretty rare in your experience.
He didn’t move on from kissing and sucking your body until you started making soft but desperate sounds. He could feel you begin to move your hips, just a bit earlier than when his hands began moving. He gripped your sundress that was bunched up around your waist and just in the way now. He pulled it over your head sharply before leaning back against the sofa to look at you. His sudden distance made your hands fall from his hair and they fell useless to your sides. You drew them into fists resting against your thighs in order to keep yourself from covering your chest.
He was admiring his work, the collection of little marks on your chest and neck. He wouldn’t have you cover them, no not even close. He was sure they’d be out and proud for dinner tomorrow. You bit your lip, obviously trying to keep from urging him to do something. That was good, he thought, you were a quick learner. He really had no intention of introducing you to any punishments today.
“What do you want?” he asked you gently, stroking your thigh soothingly.
“I want you inside of me, sir.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“…Please?”
“There we go. Don’t forget your manners.”
If he allowed it, and he wouldn’t not right now, you would suck the soul out of this man’s dick. He encouraged you to unbuckle his belt, and he in turn helped you get out of your underwear. Before long you were bouncing in his lap, with his hands deftly controlling your pace. He kept up his constant affection for your breasts, lavishing them with sloppy kisses and gentle bites that hurt only for a second before another wave of pleasure came. Your hands were wrinkling his nice shirt but you couldn’t help it. He was deep inside of you, and meeting the end of you every single time. It was maddening as it was, and then he pulled away from your chest to wet his fingers before bringing them between the two of you to rub your clit.
“Sir,” you whimpered, feeling your thighs start to tremble with the telltale signs of your coming release.
“Not until I say. I know you’re a good girl. Be good for me. Don’t cum until I say.”
You bit your lip and whined trying to calm yourself down so you wouldn’t cum quickly. That didn’t mean he let up at all. In fact he planted his feet and started meeting you as you bounced in his lap. You let out a sobbing moan as you went to bury your face into his neck. He caught you by the throat before you could even lean forward too much.
“Sit up straight, pretty,” he instructed, calm as ever but the breathy quality of his voice betrayed the effect you had on him. You gripped his wrist, needing to hold on to something as he kept upping the ante.
His gaze was glued between your legs, watching himself disappear inside of you and the ring of your arousal collecting at the base of his cock. You were wet and the sound of your desperate moans was all he could hear aside from the slap of flesh hitting flesh. You were just so pretty, he didn’t want to miss a single moment like this. But the truth was, the feeling of being inside of you, raw without the thin barrier of a condom to dull the sensation of your wet walls. The fit was snug, not overly tight which was the sign of an ill prepared partner, but the two of you just fit together.
You whined for him again before long, a long drawn out sound that was pure music to his ears. He could feel your moans vibrating against the palm wrapped around your throat. His gaze snapped up to look at your face. You were open mouthed, panting, and your brows were knitted together in concentration. But the icing on that cake were the few tears running down your cheeks.
“Can you take it? Is it too much for you to handle? I thought you were my good girl.”
“I am,” you whined, only for your breath to catch on a gasp as he thrust up into you harder.
“Who’s the crybaby now, hm, sweet thing?”
You couldn’t give him a response. You just moaned and leaned into his hand a bit more, surrendering to the relentless waves of pleasure.
“That’s it, give in to me, and maybe if you beg I’ll let you come.”
“Please, sir,” you whined, “Please let me cum. I wanna cum so badly. Please, please, please,” you said, not even thinking about what the hell you were saying. Your brain was caught on the steady pressure of his thumb against your clit. He didn’t really have to put much thought into moving it, the constant movement of your body did it for you. You were going to cum. It was inevitable and if Nanami didn’t say the words you were going to break his rule on the very first use of it.
“Sir, please,” you whined on top of a sobbing, “I wanna be good. Please let me cum.”
Nanami knew how close you were. He spent a whole weekend fucking you, he knew your tells, he just wanted to see you squirm a little. He waited until you were just on the edge before he granted you permission.
“Cum for me,” he said simply and he watched you fall apart. You felt heavily into his lap, unable to keep riding him as your muscles spasmed. He grit his teeth against the heavy onslaught of pleasure that your pulsing sex unleashed upon him. He set his resolve to fuck your through your orgasm. However he let you fall forward, letting you go in favor of grabbing you by the waist and bouncing you on his cock.
“That’s it, you’re so perfect, baby. You feel so good around me. Fuck, you did so well.”
You really thought finally being allowed to cum would save you, but here you were in more dire straits than before. Hearing him say such sweet things, mixed with some of the nastiest things you ever heard had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Can’t wait to fill up that pretty little pussy… watch me leak out of you… make a mess of such a sweet thing.”
You sat up as best as you could with your hands on his shoulders, “Can I- Ah Can I have-”
He seemed to know what you wanted in spite of your inability to finish your sentence. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you fiercely, and messily (a byproduct of the fact that he hadn’t stopped fucking you). The sound of his pleasure was the only thing that kept you in the moment, doing your best to move with him. When he came, it was with a low moan of deep satisfaction. You squeaked with the force at which he pushed you down his dick before coaxing you to simply grinding in his lap. He felt hot inside of you, sinfully wet as his cum leaked out of you. Every slow grind against him was impossibly wet. When he’d had enough he gripped your hips to keep you from moving. You finally let all of your weight fall forward, burying your face in his neck as you fought to get your breath back. The sound of his racing heartbeat lulled you into a state of complete relaxation. You weren’t exactly asleep but your eyes were too heavy to open easily.
At length, Nanami rubbed your back, “How do you feel?”
“Sleepy, but good. So good.”
He smirked at your words, “Alright, crybaby, I’m going to pull out of you so we can get cleaned up.”
“Mmkay,” you said, lifting your head. You were too out of it to even address his dig about you being a crybaby. There were bigger things to address, like his cum leaking down your thighs and how weak your legs felt. It was more than a little embarrassing, but you laughed it off as you clung to him for support.
“Gahtdamn. Yeah, I can’t work if you insist upon fucking me like that. I am going to feel this later.”
He laughed too before simply throwing you over his shoulder, “So you don’t ruin the rug,” he explained.
“Okay,” you complained, “You didn’t come that much.” As if to immediately make you a liar you felt more of his cum leaking out of you.
Next Chapter
ok so u know that one juju stroll where megumi is getting hit on? so i was thinking what other formations there might be aside from formation b… anyways these drawings suck but it’s funny
bonus:
Quick: Fuck, marry, kill.
That brother GONE
The whole squad pulled up for this one
My loins cannot handle this man.
I wasn’t made aware that my boy Itadori had a 2 for 1 sale on ASS WHOOPIN
GET CAUGHT SLIPPIN HOE
gojo taking a drunk shoko back home
(i saw a funny pic in this pose and immediately thought of these two lol)
not a single braincell in sight
yuta and gojo doodles
