It was the better part of two weeks before you saw Kat again. You’d chatted on the phone to tell her the result of things so she wouldn’t worry, but you were too busy letting Nanami fawn over you to be bothered leaving the penthouse. Then he sweet talked you into moving in with him. You don’t really know how he did it but all of Nanami’s ideas just sounded so heavenly when he was cradling your face, and speaking to you in that calm, sure voice of his. You’d agreed without a second thought. You basically lived there anyway. You told Kat this much and she laughed.
“You two move fast,” she chuckled, sipping her mimosa.
“Do you think I’m making a mistake?”
“Absolutely not. Kento seems like a very steadfast man, it makes sense to me that he would choose to take you completely off the market quickly. I’m surprised he hasn’t proposed already. And you? You’re a romantic. I always knew you needed someone to come and just sweep you off of your feet. I’m glad he didn’t draw it out, because I thought I was going to have to beat his ass at that party.”
You frowned, remembering the way Kat had gotten up to go straight over to Nanami and Gojo when she saw Nanami with another woman. You were glad it turned out to be a false alarm. Kat was kinda crazy.
“It wouldn’t have really been his fault-”
“Yes it would have,” she cut you off with her definitive answer.
All you could do was chuckle. Nanami had made up for any hurt he might have caused ten times over. It felt like he spent hours between your legs one day, just bringing you to orgasm any time the desire struck you. He was a humble servant to you pleasure, and wouldn’t hear anything about taking any for himself.
“Can I ask you a favor?” Kat said suddenly and you blinked, abandoning the mental image of Nanami between your legs.
‘What’s up?”
“Well, Satoru has been on his best behavior. I think he knows that I’ve been busy with work and he’s not trying to ask much of me- Stop smiling like that.” she snapped at you when a knowing smile spread across your face.
“I can’t smile now?”
“No. But I was saying I want to treat him to a great day of play, but I need him to break the rules first. He’s been too good for me to start anything.”
“Then reward him,” you rolled your eyes.
“He prefers to be punished. Not everyone preens over being a good girl like you.”
You felt your cheeks heat up, “Well what can I do about that?”
“Well, he’s not allowed to flirt with you.”
“And I’m not allowed to flirt with him.”
She rolled her eyes, “Be a little bad for once. I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
“Mm I don’t know. Kento’s ruthless even when I’m not in trouble.”
“Pretty please,” she batted her eyelashes at you. You gave it another thought. It had been too long since he spanked you, and there were these ropes you spied in his stash of toys that caught your eye. They were impossibly smooth to the touch, and when you asked when he’d use them he said “Maybe the next time you’re bad.” There was a chance he was only teasing, but the thought of being tied up, unable to escape whatever punishment Nanami sought to dole out was hot. It was incredibly hot. You brought your champagne flute up to your lips to drink. Okay so maybe you might indulge Kat. It was for the greater good right.
Gojo and Nanami joined the two of you not much longer after that conversation, once the two of you started talking about a girls trip. Nanami greeted the two of you, before bending down to kiss your forehead. He took a seat beside you before picking up the menu waiting for him.
“Gojo made us late.”
Gojo gasped, “Rude, I did not. Was I just supposed to let that case go out like that?”
“You were supposed to be checking over their work incrementally.”
“It was more fun to let them sink themselves so the big whigs can drop that agency. They’re nothing but a headache,” Gojo concluded.
You could tell that Nanami was still grumpy but you guessed that he was just tired and hungry. You leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder and he immediately put his arm over your shoulder before kissing the top of your head.
“Did you already decide what you wanted?”
“Mmhm, I’m having their in-house gnocchi, you can try some if you want.”
“Anything else catch your eye.”
You hummed before turning the page of his menu and showing him the salmon dish they offered.
“I’ll have that and you can have some if you want.”
You smiled, “Okay.”
Gojo wretched, “Go be cute somewhere else you two.”
“Where? Like in your bedroom?” you asked and you felt Nanami stiffen immediately. Kat only smiled, turning to look out of the window, pretending to be aloof and unbothered. Gojo’s eyes went wide before he grinned leaning in a bit.
“Oh? Nanami not enough to satisfy you.”
“Plenty,” you answered, “You just suggested we be cute somewhere else.”
“I bet you’d both be real cute in my bed,” he said looking you up and down salaciously, “I can appreciate someone like you. I’ve been known to have quite the sweet tooth. Is she sweet Nanamin?”
“No,” Nanami answered shortly.
Your jaw dropped as you turned to look at him. He just glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes before he went back to looking at the menu.
“I don’t believe that even a little. I’ll just have to try for myself.”
“Satoru,” Kat said in a voice equally as calm and short as Nanami’s was. Gojo looked at her obviously momentarily worried by her tone, and then he looked back at you.
“Oh I see, well played. I didn’t think you had it in you,” he congratulated you, extending his hand across the table. He must have picked up on the set up. For all his eccentricities, you could tell that Gojo was a smart man. You extended your hand only for him to kiss it insead.
“Maybe we’ll have our time when you get sick of Nanamin.”
You pouted pulling your hand back. That was definitely going to get you in more trouble than you were already in. Gojo laughed at the look on your face, obviously having done this on person. There was nothing left for you to do but sit back and wait for all of this to unfold.
You were subtly swinging. The lengths of rope that Nanami started with were now wrapped around your body and you hung, suspended from the ceiling in a secure harness of carefully tied rope. It was perfect, as was everything that Nanami did. Your weight was well distributed so none of the ropes felt like they were digging. You had on… what was essentially a collar but the inside was padded and kinda comfy, perfect for its purpose and you could only assume that it had a purpose. Your heels touched your lower butt, he tied them bent, and spread open, more than enough room for him between your legs. Your arms were neatly folded behind your back. You onto your forearms because it was most comfortable to do so. He stepped in front of you and you lifted your head, but found yourself unable to see past his crotch. You were sure that was by design. The soft supple leather of the gloves he brushed against your skin as he touched the ropes, probably testing the tension, being sure nothing was digging in. Then he crouched down to be eye level with you.
“Comfortable, love?” he asked, his calm brown eyes searching your face for any sign of distress or trepidation.
“Snug as a bug sir,” you said with a little smile. You meant to sound more cavalier about it, but you just couldn’t help the effect he had on you.
He chuckled at your answer, “Alright. We are implementing the light system tonight, Tell me what that means.”
“It means you’ll ask me for a color to check in on me. Green for good, keep going, yellow for pause or slow down, and red means to stop everything, sir.”
‘Very good, but I expect nothing less from you. Let’s get started shall we.”
There was a darker glint in his eye as he said this that made you remember this was a punishment after all. It may have been many hours later but Nanami had not forgotten. Not even close. He’d been plotting since the very moment you flirted with Gojo.
“Why are you being punished?” he asked you as he stood to his full height once more.
“I’m being punished for flirting with Satoru, sir.”
“Precisely. Since you want to act like a little slut, I’m more than willing to treat you like one until you remember who you belong to.”
The knowledge that you couldn’t really do anything to resist him was thrilling. You were securely bound in this web of ropes he’d weaved around your form. He was careful and methodical about it, like he was with all things concerning you. You were sure that even this punishment would leave you craving even more of him. He left your line of sigh, moving off towards the right side of the room where you knew the toys were. He had you pick out a few for your punishment tonight. You thought it was odd to let you choose your punishment. You chose to be a little cheeky and pick out your favorites: Your hitachi wand, the weightless nipple clamps, and your g-spot stimulating vibrator. You thought yourself very clever.
Nanami smiled a little as he looked at your selection. He knew that you would ultimately choose toys that would bring you pleasure. He was pleasantly surprised by the nipple clamps but they did not hinder his plan for your punishment tonight. No, it would serve as a good grounding point for what he had planned.
He started with the nipple clamps, since he intended to leave those on for a while. He was barely touching you. You liked physical touch too much. He couldn’t exactly call this a punishment if he did everything you liked. So he affixed the clamps to your nipples quickly, giving them a light tug to be sure they wouldn’t fall and pinch you with too much movement. You made a quiet sound of discomfort that he chose to ignore, though any other time he would kiss you, and coo at you for being a good girl for him. You were not a good girl right now.
Next was your hitachi. It took a good amount of restraint to keep him from smiling when you made this choice. You truly just kept digging your own grave with each toy you picked out. He pressed the toy to your sex on the lowest setting and not exactly on you clit. I was not meant to satisfy you. I was meant to get all of your attention between your legs. The moment it seemed like you were beginning to get accustomed to the stimulation he turned up the vibrations. It was not going to be enough to make you cum any time soon and that was the point. Then on the contrary when you appeared to be getting close. When your moans got more urgent and he could see your muscle tense and strain against the ropes he pulled the toy away. He knew your body. He knew exactly how close to the edge he could push you without making you cum and he used every bit of that knowledge against you.
The last of your picks was the g-spot stimulator and once he was done teasing you with the wand you were more than wet enough to take it with just one firm push. He teased you with the bulbous end first, keeping it pressed against your entrance just to tease you for a moment before pushing all of it in sharply. He fucked you with, careful to keep contact with him to a minimum as you swung with the force of his movements just a bit.
It was mind numbing. Any thought that wasn’t about Nanami or the overwhelming pleasure between your legs simply did not exist. You weren’t entirely sure if you were speaking english, but you knew you were moaning. The ache between your legs was only climbed, finding new heights. The toy inside of you now wasn’t enough to make you cum, it just made you ache for something more, to be stretched, and filled, and fucked like you were nothing but an empty hole. This toy could do none of those things, and yet the pleasure just kept increasing.
When it seemed like you might cum from the constant stimulation to your g-spot, he stopped, positioning the toy deep inside of you before he turned on the vibrations. The virtue of this toy was that he did not have to hold it to you.
“Hold that,” he said, “If you push it out, I’m going to spank you.” His voice was firm, the authority was undeniable, you were just trying to understand why he was threatening you like you didn’t like to be spanked. You thought about defying him just so he would touch you, and you could feel his bare hands touching you, but then you watched him pass by you to go to the closet. He cam back with a paddle. It had a black handle and the rectangular end used for impact play was wrapped in white fabric with black dots on it. It made you immediately take the idea of intentionally defying him out of your head. You’d done quite enough already. He held it in hand as he crouched down to be eye level with you again. The vibrations against your spot sent shivers down your spine as he used the edge of the paddle to lift your chin, making it easier for you to look at him.
“You know, I don’t believe for a second that you were interested in him, so I’m not jealous,” he began studying the desperate dizzy expression on your face, “You can’t make me jealous, because I get to see you cry for me, and beg for me to touch you. I know that you want to be exactly where I am.”
“Kento, sir, I’m sorry-”
“Hush. Like I was saying. I’m not jealous, love. It’s just the principle. It’s the lie that you tried to put on in front of me. You could have just asked me if this is what you wanted. I feel like I take good care of you. I spoil you, give you everything you ask for, if you wanted to be fucked like a slut you could have just asked.”
“Sorry, sir,” You apologized, voice quivering. Somehow despite the fact the you were getting what you wanted you still felt guilty.
“I don’t believe you. You’re getting exactly what you want. So I better not hear any complaints. Do you understand?”
You wanted to answer immediately, but you sex pulsed around the toy still seated inside of you. Nanami lifted your chin higher with the paddle, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He moved the paddle away and your head fell, hanging as your body shuddered with arousal. You watched his feet as he walked away to get between your legs. The vibrations suddenly went up a notch and he started slowly fucking you with it. He started his game right back up, keeping you teetering on the very edge of orgasm. You were whining and moaning, babbling nonsense and physically biting your tongue to keep from asking for more, because it was against the rules. You took what was given to you.
You were doing well, so naturally Nanami upped the ante. He took the hitachi wand, turn it one its lowest setting and put it over your clit while he continued to fuck you with the toy. He watched as your body jerked and spasmed in the ropes.
“Not! Ah- Not fair!” you whined as you trembled.
“It’s not fair to you to be manipulative.” He responded to you in an utterly indifferent voice that only made you more desperate. Nanami had to pull away the toys more often as your body became more sensitive. It was just as miserable as it was utter euphoria. You couldn’t count how many times he did this to you but every time he took away the vibrators you felt your heart break a little. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as he moved the toys away from you again.
The next time you feel yourself getting close to coming you tried to steel yourself against the disappointment and not beg… but then he didn’t move the toys. You felt yourself winding higher and higher. You expected him to pull the toys away like he’d been doing, but he doesn’t.
“Sir,” you whimpered, because he hadn’t given you permission to cum be he still wasn’t moving the toys, “Sir, please! I’m going to cum.”
“I haven’t give you permission,”
“But sir! Ah!” You moaned trying to relax your body, but you were already so sensitive from all the other orgasms he’d taken away from you before they could come to fruition, “Sir, please! Please, I’m going to cum. Please let me cum!” you were desperate. You didn’t want to break another rule. You didn’t want to be bad, not like this.
“No.” he said simply.
You came almost immediately after he told you not to, crying out as you shuddered and jolted. After a second you couldn’t even make a sound, the pleasure was too intense for you to suck in a breath so instead your mouth was open as you fought for breath. It wasn’t until he pulled the toys away that you could actually breathe.
“I’m sorry, sir,” you slur out immediately, “But you-”
“Oh it’s my fault? What how about this… you can come as much as you want and more. How about that? It wasn’t fair of me to make you come like that. You deserve fairness.”
He turned back on the vibrators and got back to work. The second orgasm was better than the first, and so was the third, but then he never took the toys away. When it seemed like you were starting to get desensitized to the vibrations he changed the settings going higher or lower, using the pulsing features, any that kept you stimulated and jerking in your bindings. Sometimes he took away the the g-spot vibrator to make you have a clitoral orgasm, other times he fucked you with the g-spot vibrator until you made a mess all over the floor. You were trembling like a leaf looking at the literal puddle of your release on the floor. You understood that Nanami meant to ruin you from the beginning, why else had he folded the rug back before starting. Then you heard Nanami’s phone ring. He turned the wand off so he could set it aside and look at his phone. He sighed heavily, then pushed the g-spot stimulator inside of you and left it there. Its vibrations were high and pulsing.
“Don’t push that toy out, or you will be punished.”
You already learned that he could make multiple orgasms into a punishment. You didn’t even want to think about what he could do with a paddle.
“And keep it down in here. If I hear you in the other room you will be punished as well,” he said over his shoulder before leaving.
It only took you a couple of seconds to realize how much of a losing game he’d put you in. Your sex had been pulsing and spasming nonstop since your third orgasm. Plus, after so many orgasms you were wet. The perpetual vibrations of the toy inside of you made it move out of you on its own. In order to keep it in you had to clench, but that only made the made it more intense. Nanami was really asking you to do the impossible. You realized now that he had been asking impossible things of you from the very beginning. You held on for as long as you could but it was destined to hit the floor. You tried to take solace in the fact that you could breath for a second. You’d been unconsciously struggling against the ropes so now they were starting to ache against your body. You knew what was waiting for you when he came back. This was probably the only rest you were going to get.
He came back a few minutes later and sighed a truly disappointed sound, “Oh my love, I truly was all wrong about you. Where did my good girl go, hm?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I-” you didn’t even have any words to help you so you just gave up and hung your head, “ I’m sorry, sir.”
He touched your face to lift your head, You’re going to make it up to me, then you’re going to take your spanking, and you’re going to prove how badly you want me,” as he spoke he unbuckled his pants. It wasn’t lost on you that fact that you were naked and spread open while he was still in his prim and proper suit.
Just as you expected the collar had a purpose, he looped his finger around the metal ring attached to it, and the moment you had him in your mouth he pulled it make you swing a bit towards him. He was still conscientious of you, never pushing you too far, but just enough to make you feel a little our of your mind and more than a little out of breath as he matched the swing of your body with the thrusts of his hips.
You’d stopped being able to fully encode everything that was happening. There was a sense of one-ness that’s beginning to take over your brain. All you cared about was the way the Nanami groaned with pleasure every time you swallowed around his dick, and the way he whispered your name as you continued to suck him off. The distress of being without air for short intervals faded away and sensitive ache of your sex was beginning to get pushed to the back of your mind.
When he came in you mouth you didn’t quite manage to swallow it all down and you could hear the mixture of saliva and cum hit the floor. Nanami didn’t comment on it as he pulled out of your mouth. He casually took a pocket knife out and cut a few ropes until your feet could touch the floor. You were still bent over, staring down at the floor to rest your neck. He walked away from you, tucking himself away again to grab the paddle from the table of toys and come back to you.
“You were at least able to keep yourself quiet. I suppose that counts for something. I’ll give you ten, and you’re going to count and thank me for each time I spank you.”
You were too out of it to speak at first.
“My love, what’s your color,” he asked, placing a hand on your back.
You steadied yourself to answer, “Green, sir.”
“Then I expect you to answer me when I speak to you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m going to get started. You’ll thank me for every spank.”
“Yes, sir.”
You whole body had been so overwhelmed with pleasure that the sharp pain of the paddle hitting your ass was almost a reprieve. Almost. Pretty soon it was just another sensation and you were struggling to count and thank him for each one.
When he was done, Nanami could see that you were nearly spent and the ropes were starting to irritate your skin, so he started cutting you loose, careful to cut in the right places so that you’re in his arms when he cut the last rope keeping you up.
You whined at the ache in your skin and Nanami shushed you softly. He picked you up and laid you on the bed. He paused to admire the indentations that the ropes left on your body.
“You’re going to come once more for me, my love,” he said drawing his fingers along the mark.
You shook your head, “I can’t, sir.”
“Color?”
“… Yellow. I want to make you feel good but I’m so sensitive.”
“I know,” he said softly, “slowly, I’ll be gentle with you. You’ve been so good, taking your punishments without complaint. Let me reward you. Don’t you want to feel me inside?”
You can’t deny that there is a subtle ache inside of you that longs for him, “Yes, sir.”
“Then relax. Let me take care of it. Let me take care of you. You can still come whenever you like alright.” As he spoke he was undressing, and you watched him with half-lidded eyes and poured over just how beautiful he was. He touched you and you thought that alone might make you cum. It just felt so nice. You were pliant in his arms, limbs like jelly from all the excitement of the night. Nanami slid right into you with little to no resistance. The groan he let out felt like a tangible caress to your skin.
“Oh you feel so good,” he said to you, “how could you even joke about being shared?” he bent down to kiss your neck and your jaw, “Like I could spare a single moment with you, as if I could let any one else touch my pretty little girlfriend. Not. Likely.”
You felt absolutely drunk with lust, riding the waves of pleasure with every thrust. There was nothing that mattered to you but him and the wet sounds of you coupling. He was relentless in his thrusts, finally sating his own needs as he spoke in your ear.
“I can feel you gripping me, sweet girl. Go on, let me have it. Cum for me one more time. “
He came buried deep inside of you and you came too, though the pleasure felt absolutely wrung out of you and you were lightheaded and weak when you were done. Hot tears rolled down your face, as Nanami kept kissing your collarbone.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Sh, sh, sh, you’re forgive, my perfect girl. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever stumbled upon you were forgiven before we even started.” he shushed you, kissing your face, your eyelids, everywhere. You felt like you were simply floating outside of your body.
You felt it when Nanami pulled out of you but from that moment on you were just laying there on the bed bonelessly. You might have fallen asleep for a bit, but it felt like no time at all before Nanami picked you up bridal style to you in the top. He had a giant clawfoot tub big enough for the both of it, and a nice bath with body safe oils was there for the two of you two share. You were reclined against his back as he took care of you.
“I love you so much,” he breathed dreamily, as if you were the one who swept him off of his feet.
“I love you more,” you hummed softly.
“Impossible,” he murmured before kissing your neck.
“Mmhm, I’d never be so mean to you, Kento. How can you fuck me like that and expect me to just go on with my life like normal? That’s cruel and unusual.”
“Ah, well, I am known to be quite selfish.”
“Nonsense. I’m a glorified sugar baby. You spoil me rotten.”
“Because I love you. That’s not altruism. I just like to see you smile.”
“Oh then you’re right, you’re disgustingly selfish. How could you desire to see me happy? Only a real fiend would want the woman they love to live lavishly.”
He chuckled at your antics, “It’ll be even worse once we’re married.”
“Kento,” you chided, “We only just started dating.”
“I know what I want, from life.”
“And it’s a beautiful woman spending your money.”
“Mmhm, and writing her own novel like she always said she would. And maybe giving me a beautiful child one day.”
“You want children? How will we run away to Malaysia?”
“That was a single man’s dream… though I suppose we could honeymoon there. I wouldn’t mind working for our family.”
“You’re crazy, Nanami.”
“And you love me so what does that make you?”
“An idiot.”
“Nonsense, you’re just a little crazy too, my love.”
“You know you called me the sweetest thing… but Kento you don’t like sweets.”
Chapter 5 Summary: Your situation with Nanami has become more familiar to you and your perfectly content with your agreement… aren’t you?
Warnings: Porn with plot, NSFW, Minors do not interact, Dom/Sub dynamics, vaginal sex, orgasm control, light dacryphilia
A/N: Just the epilogue left after this babey. I expected this to be a longer series, but honestly I just don’t think Nanami is a slowburn guy. I hope you enjoy the smut it’s some of my best imo.
You walked into the law firm, for the sake of passing off the last of the needed paperwork to Maki. You wanted to have your part in this whole affair, up until you needed to go to court, over. It was such a mentally draining process, and you wanted to get to the part where you fully enjoyed being a carefree sugar baby for as long as you lasted. It had been a few weeks since you started your agreement with Nanami. You got into a routine with Nanami. He wasn’t always pressed for companionship, but the weekends were solidly his unless he explicitly said something otherwise. You had the whole week to pursue your own interests and hang out with your friends in order to spend the money you got just for being cute and fun to be around. It was a Friday so after this meeting you fully intended to just go home with Nanami. You’d ordered a driver instead of driving yourself for this purpose. So Nanami knew that you were in the building. Your meeting wasn’t too long.
“I’m confident in your case,” Maki said as she compiled the new papers you gave her in a folder, “I mean this one is pretty open and shut. I’m sure I can get you a good settlement. Companies like this hatebad PR. They’ll be firing your old manager and giving you a check before anybody else has to take the fall.”
“Well, that sounds great, I guess. Thanks for your help.”
“Hey, can I ask who you are to Nanami? He’s been pretty diligent about the details of this case. Gojo usually mentors me, I don’t know if you’ve met him.”
“Oh I’ve met Gojo. Nanami and I are good friends. That’s all.”
She narrowed her eyes infinitesimally behind her glasses, then she just smiled, “I see. Well it’s good that he has a smart friend. That blue eyed cretin is hopeless.”
You snorted. It seemed like Gojo got on everyone’s nerves. Your phone chimed and you looked at it to see a very simple text.
Come to my office: 1056 top floor
“We’ll see you, Maki,” you waved before going toward the elevators. You thought ryely, as you watched the numbers climb, if Nanami was just always on top. The ride was long as there were many stops along the way, people getting on and off on your journey to the top. There was a group of young adults that got off the elevator on the top floor like you. You wondered what their business was there. They went a different direction than you so you chose not to dwell on it for too long. The names and numbers of the offices on the outer edge of the building were engraved in gold plaques. You found Nanami’s office fairly easily. You knocked before coming in. He was sitting at his desk, a sturdy looking thing made of dark wood that almost made him look like a villain as he sat behind it. He was reclined, just slightly, in his chair.
“Hello, Mr. Nanami,” you said in jest as you came in, because he just looked so official behind that desk.
“Close the door behind you please.”
“Oh,” you gently pushed the heavy door closed so that it wouldn’t slam. When you looked at Nanami again, he was curling his finger at you in a come hither motion.
You stepped all the way up to the desk, only for him to roll his eyes at you and gesture to go around the desk.
“Oh,” you giggled, going around to be on the same side as him.
He sighed, “You’re lucky you’re cute because sometimes…”
Your jaw dropped, “Sometimes what?”
He raised an eyebrow at you.
“I don’t like what you’re insinuating. I was a well established woman before you ever came along.”
“You’re right, you’re right,” he chuckled. He pulled you in front of him, so that you stood between his open legs. His hands rested on your thighs, thumbs rubbing across the silky smooth fabric of your dress. It was a very pale gold. Nanami gifted you a vintage Viviene Westwood corset top last week because he noticed how much you loved the designers romantic style. It looked great on you. You spent the better part of the morning staring at yourself in the mirror, because you were just so pretty to yourself. Nanami was just affirming that belief with the way he was looking at you.
“Have you eaten today?” he asked you casually, like he wasn’t feeling up your thighs.
“Yes, I did. I had a nice little lunch at that bakery you took me to last week, and brought croissants home for you because I’m thoughtful like that.”
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Hm, salmon. I don’t really care how it’s prepared, you can surprise me… but I want those green beans that you made that one time.”
“Tomorrow, I’ll cook for you. I have to work overtime today to get a project out the door, but I’ll order something in for you.”
You stuck your lip out. You preferred when Nanami cooked for you. He was a great chef, “But it’s a Friday.”
“I know. You’ll have me to yourself the rest of the weekend though.”
You sighed, “I guess I’ll find something to do all by my lonesome tonight, while Mr. Nanami deprives me for his work.”
He scoffed at your dramatics, but the small smile on his face told you he was willing to play along, “That is cruel of me, isn’t it? I demand that you’re free for me every weekend, and then I’m not free for you. That’s not fair.” He dipped his hands underneath your dress and felt nothing but bare skin. He’d requested that you didn’t wear panties to the office, so here you were, commando, in front of him.
“Yes, sir. I think it’s very cruel,” you breathed, leaning back heavily against his desk.
“You know what I think is worse, you get to go home, and relax while I’m stuck here, thinking about how pretty you looked today.”
You blinked owlishly as his hands went between your thighs. He wasn’t considering what you thought he was considering, right? There was no way he’d do this at his place of work. As you thought that, his fingers swiped through your sex, collecting the wetness there.
“How wet you were underneath this pretty dress,” he continued, “I’ll be thinking about how I could have bent you over this desk and licked this pretty pussy. Or I could have just fucked you, taken out all the many of frustrations on you. Listen to you moan and beg… but I don’t have time for that unfortunately.”
He took his hands away from you, and then casually sucked your arousal off of his fingers. Your jaw was basically on the floor. When he went back to reclining in his desk chair.
You cleared your throat, “Sir, can I ask for something?”
“You’ve come to this office looking as you do, and now you want to ask more of me, fine what do you want?”
“I want you to use my mouth.”
He raised an eyebrow at you, “Your mouth.”
You nodded, eyes glued on the prominent bulge in his pants, “Yes, sir. Because um you’re right it’s not fair… and you work so hard to take care of me and I think you deserve a reward. I think I should take care of me.”
“And why your mouth, sweet thing?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.
“Um, well because I don’t know if I could be quiet enough if I used my pussy,” you answered. You were getting better at falling into your role with him. After a few months together it just came naturally. Nanami didn’t have to force dominance, it was there in his demeanor all the time, but he really only desired control when it came to sex. Though you suspected he wouldn’t find it hard to run your world all the time. However you were beginning to get the idea that he enjoyed your witty banter too much to try to extend this role past sex. If you were honest with yourself though, you’d do anything he told you to.
“So you do have a brain. My baby’s so smart. Get on your knees.” He rolled back his chair a bit to make room for you to do as he said. You were on your knees and waiting for him to give you permission to touch him.
“Go on, make it quick, and don’t make a mess,”
“Yes, sir,” you said, hastily unbuckling his belt to get him in your mouth faster. You’d never admit this to anyone, but having Nanami in your mouth was almost soothing. You liked to feel his thighs tense and hear his breath speed up. Sometimes it almost felt better than when he took care of you… almost. You were heeding his request, making it quick without making a mess, and his hand was at the base of your ponytail, pushing and pulling you in exactly the way he needed. You likedit when he used you to get off, when he treated you like nothing but a toy, because you know how much affection he’d shower you with later. You did your best to look up at him, only to see that his head resting against the back of his chair, and his jaw seemed like it was slack with the power of his arousal. It made you take him deeper, fighting against your gag reflex every time he hit the back of your throat.
Nanami tensed suddenly, and you paused wondering what was happening to make him sit up straight, “Back up, get under the desk.”
You chose not to question and instead scrambled backwards as he rolled his chair forward. And then you heard the door fly open.
“Nanamin!” Gojo called, “I’m sending the interns to get dinner for us. What do you want?”
Nanami cleared his throat, “Where are they going?”
“I want pho. But they can go another place too if you want something different.”
“No, pho is fine. I’ll just text Yuji my order.”
“Okay cool…. Y/N you want anything?”
Your heart dropped as he called your name. You felt Nanami tense too.
“I know you’re under there. I saw you come in here and you never left.”
“Uh… no… No, I’m fine.”
“Alright, take good care of him, yeah? He’s had an attitude all day.”
You rested your head against Nanami’s thigh feeling your whole body set aflame with embarrassment at having been caught. You could hear Gojo’s laughter trailing down the hall.
Nanami sighed, “Well… finish what you started.” “But-”
“Are you going to make me repeat myself?”
Just like that you took him back in your mouth.
By the time you left the office, you saw the crowd of young adults coming in with food. Gojo peeked his head out of his office and grinned at you.
“You gotta little-” he pointed to your chin and you touched immediately, mortified that you might have had cum on your face. Of course nothing was there and Gojo burst out laughing again.
“I’m telling Kat about this,” you hissed at him before leaving. He only laughed harder.
Once you were at Nanami’s place you called up Kat to tell her about your unfortunate situation. She’d laughed harder than Gojo did, to the point where you almost felt offended. Her gasping cackles eventually coaxed you into laughter too.
“Did you finish the job?”
“Well, yeah, he told me to.”
“Oh you subby bitch,” she snorted, “he told me to.” She mocked the innocent voice you used when you answered her.
“Shut up!”
“You don’t ever think to cause any trouble?” Kat asked you, “Do something rile him up a little?”
“No,” you shook your head.
“… Probably for the best. He’s not crazy like me, I like ‘em wild.”
“I know. Your thing with Gojo proves it.”
“Oh yeah, he’ll pay for his stunt today the moment he comes over.”
“So you’re letting him into your place now?”
“Don’t start with me, you basically live with Nanami. When’s the last time you went to your apartment, that he pays for.”
“Yesterday! I was there all week. I go to Nanami’s on the weekends.”
“And you wait there with open legs for him.”
“Only when he asks me to. Sometimes we just go do stuff together. Like last weekend we went to this really cool Van Gogh exhibition and it was like his work put in motion and projected all over, it was really beautiful.”
“Oh so like a date.”
“A hang-out between two friends,” you corrected.
“Did you two fuck afterwards?” “… Yes.”
“So it was a date. And then last weekend the two of you went wine tasting together! You’re dating.”
“We’re not dating!”
“Did Nanami tell you that?” Kat asked, her tone was teasing but you supposed you had a point. If not for your agreement you’d definitely conclude that the two of you were dating, but that was the whole point of an agreement.
“Yes,wetalked about it. Neither of us want a relationship.”
“Right, you just wanted to sign your whole life over to a sexy blond. I get it, I guess. But do you think he would be angry if you decided to date someone else?”
“Well we’re exclusively having sex with each other.”
“I didn’t say have sex. I said, go on a date.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’d be fine,” you shrugged.
“Uh huh, well on one of your friend hangouts I suggest that you flirt with someone you think is cute.”
“Why would I do that? That seems rude.”
“You flirted with other people while I was around before. We’re just friends, just like you’re just friends with Nanami.”
“Okay, but you don’t pay for my way of life, Kat. I’m not trying to upset that man without good reason. I like getting paid to be cute.”
She rolled her eyes, “Whatever. Satoru’s throwing a party next Saturday night. You should come so I’m not bored while I’m there.”
“You’re going to parties! What are you and Satoru?”
“Well according to you, we’re just friends.”
You rolled your eyes. She could be so petty sometimes. You couldn’t stand it, but you thought a party might be fun so you ultimately agreed to ask Nanami if he wanted to go. Weekends were his anyway, and for the allowance he gave you weekly, you were more than happy to keep it that way. It didn’t really matter to you that he monopolized your time. You didn’t mind it. What the two of you had going on was easy, it was uncomplicated. Trying to label it or assign a certain emotion seemed unnecessarily messy. Things were simple and neat. You did relationship stuff like cuddle, go on dates, confide in one another, have mind blowing sex, but you didn’t spend all day wondering if he’d leave you for some other woman. He might! But there would be no hard feelings.
Right after you had that thought, a certain tightness came to your chest. You didn’t like that thought at all. You figured maybe it was because if he gave up with you it would be because he no longer found you desirable, or you displeased him somehow. That’s what bothered you, his displeasure, and it was only natural that you felt that. You preferred submission after all. Unfortunately, this thought occupied your mind for quite a while, even after Nanami had dinner sent to the penthouse.
I miss you. Will you be home soon?
You sent the message, and then you were immediately put off by how needy and domestic it sounded. Home? This wasn’t your home, it was his home. But it was still a home right? It wasn’t weird for you to say it like that. Sometimes Kat was the worst.
Miss you too sweet thing. I’ll be home in about two more hours.
His response set off butterflies in your stomach, and you realized that you were smiling … over a text message. Kat was onto something. It was so annoying when she was right all the time. Which was not good, because Nanami was still reliably treating you the way he always had. Kat always said that the best way to get over feelings was to go see other hot people. Where would other hot people be? Gojo’s party. All that being said, you wouldn’t give Kat the satisfaction of being so immediately right.
By the time Nanami was walking through the door you were reading in his bed wearing a dainty negligee, only because when you went to you on one of his shirts you were repelled by just how domestic that was. He came by and kissed your forehead.
“What’s today’s book?”
“A modern gothic romance. I think you’d like it.”
“Your last recommendation was really good, so I trust you.” He tugged the sheer hem of the negligee and tugged it lightly before walking around you the en suite, “That’s nice. I’m going to fuck you in it.”
“Well it’s a good thing I’ve given up on panties, huh?” you said, glancing up to see him getting undressed. You looked back down at the words on the page but you weren’t really reading them anymore. Instead you were watching Nanami get undressed. His jacket went first, then his tie, unbuckled his belt and pants to untuck his shirt. Then he glanced in your direction and you looked at your book. You pretend to read for a bit until you hear the jingle of his belt buckle moving and you looked up to see him take off his pants. He tossed his close into the laundry basket again when he looked at you, you looked at your book. He came over and swiped it from your hands, and tossing it on the bedside table.
“Kento, you made me lose my page.”
“Oh no,” he said sarcastically as he crawled on top of you, he pressed a kiss to your neck, then down to your collarbone.
“That story was just getting good.”
“Then why don’t you tell me about it?” He proposed between kisses.
You took a deep breath trying to steady your already pounding heart, “Well, it’s about this witch… who uh, ah.”
He bit your shoulder and then kissed it going back up to kiss just behind your ear, “Go on.”
“She um accidentally proposes to a demon when she’s young and ugh, he comes to her aid when she’s older.”
“Sounds very interesting, I should have made you read to me, since that book was so compelling.” He skimmed his fingers across your shoulders, dragging the flimsy spaghetti straps down to get a better view of your chest.
He made good on his promise to fuck you in your negligee, and he didn’t stop until you were utterly spent. Your body was mostly useless because your muscles were too spent to move. Like always, Nanami cleaned you up and you settled against his chest afterward. You weren’t exactly sleepy but you were too tired to move. He picked up your book, and started reading it from the beginning aloud to you. You weren’t terribly far into the book, so you didn’t mind hearing him read to you. What you minded as the way his free arm was wrapped around, stroking your arm with his thumb. This was just the relationship stuff that you both wanted without the relationship. Nothing was getting any deeper than that. You would prove it. In between a page turn you spoke up.
“Hey, Kento, Kat told me that Satoru was having a party next Saturday. Can we go?”
“Are you going to see Kat or Gojo?” Nanami asked.
“… Does it matter?”
He paused, staring ahead blankly for a moment, “I guess not. If you want to go, we can go. It will stop Gojo from complaining about me never going anywhere with him.”
“Cool… thanks.”
When he had his fill of reading he let go of you… and you noticed that he turned away from you in bed. It didn’t have to mean anything at all… but you wondered if he was upset that you might be interested in seeing Gojo. It was probably because that was his friend. You would be upset if he went after Kat… you would also be immensely surprised.
“… I’m going to see Kat. Just so you know. Gojo really isn’t my type,” you said into the darkness.”
“I figured,” he answered just as evenly as he always did, but he did turn over and put an arm around you.
The week following was busy. You had your final hearings for your lawsuit against your old company. It took only two days for them to do as Maki said they would. They agreed upon a hefty settlement check and you were happy to be done with the process. Nanami had been encouraging to get back into writing. You mostly wrote short things that you would read to him in the evenings when he came in, or when he stopped by your place. If Kat asked you now when the last time you went home was, you wouldn’t be able to be so smug. It was just… nice to be around him.
Unfortunately, Kat had planted the smallest bit of self consciousness in your head. You were hyperaware of your own attitudes around Nanami, you noticed how often you smiled at him, not because either of you were doing anything funny, you just… smiled. Sometimes it was because he was cute, especially first thing in the morning when his hair was a mess and he was still sleepy eyes, nuzzling against your chest contentedly for just a moment before he got up to get ready. He was always doing that, but on weekends he seemed pleased as punch to be able to faceplant into your chest and not have to move.
When other people had friends with benefits they went to parties where the inevitably hooked up. They did late night “you up?” texts, not this. They didn’t have shows they looked forward to cuddling on the couch together to watch. They didn’t send each other bad emo playlists of songs that used to listen to when they were teens. They didn’t stay up late talking the way the two of you talked. Intrinsically, you knew that things were very non traditional, but since when was a friends with benefits thing ever traditional. At any rate, you tried to put it out of your head.e
The night of the party saw one of your new favorite dresses. It was a button up dress, tailored so that the buttons wouldn’t gape around your curves. It fit so perfectly that you had a hard time passing by reflective surfaces without checking yourself out. Nanami led the way into the club holding your hand. You were grateful for his assistance because the densely packed bodies probably wouldn’t have moved for you. Your group was up in the VIP section. Nanami offered his arm up the stairs and you were grateful, while your platform shoes were cute and they reminded you of shoes you lusted over as a teen… stairs were hard.
Gojo stuck out like a sore thumb, his hair glowing under the black lights. You supposed there were worse things a black light could point out on him. Kat was right beside him. She saw the two of you first. She grabbed Gojo’s collar and you watched him grin as he bent a little so she could speak in his ear. He turned and waved at the two of you as you came over.
“Well don’t you two look like goth lovers!” Gojo yelled and you rolled your eyes. It was a coincidence that the two of you wore black.
“You look good, hon,” Kat winked at you.
“Thank you. So do you!”
Kat was in a red vinyl dress that clung to the dangerous curves of her body like a second skin. She was utterly breathtaking, but you were used to that.
“Nanamin, I can’t believe you actually showed up. You hate these things!” Gojo called.
“Y/N wanted to come,” Nanami answered simply, not bothering to even pretend that he would have come on his own. Granted, the moment you were here a good part of you wanted to just turn around. Loud techno music was playing, which wasn’t exactly the kind of music you liked to listen to at the club. And you couldn’t look directly at the dance floor because the lights were killing your eyes.
“What are the ladies drinking?” Gojo asked.
You answered because both Kat and Gojo were looking at you, “Oh, um I prefer tequila if we’re doing shots.”
“I’m good with tequila too,” Kat nodded.
“Got it. Come on Nanamin, let’s get drinks, oh Kat make introductions.” Gojo gestured carelessly as he hooked arms with Nanami and took him away from you. Your side felt cold and you felt weirdly exposed without him standing next to you. You adjusted the neckline of your dress nervously as Kat took Nanami’s place beside you.
You looked at Kat curiously, as she linked arms with you, and turned the two of you to face a man with long dark hair sitting in a booth. His arms rested on the back of the booth and he sat kind of sprawled out like he meant to take up as much space as physically possible on the c-shaped bench. Kat pushed you down into the booth right beside him and sat on your other side.
“Suguru, this is the love of my life,” Kat introduced, “Love of my life, this is Suguru!”
You looked up at him, perturbed that you were so close to this man. He was handsome, you supposed, high cheekbones and very straight narrow features that made him look a bit serpent like but not exactly in a bad way. More in a way that unnerved you for some reason.
“Well, hello, love,” he greeted with a smile.
You corrected him with your actual name, laughing nervously before you turned to Kat to see what the hell she was up to. She gave you a smug look that you really couldn’t make sense of.
“I think love suits you so well though,” Geto said.
“Well that’s nice but-”
“You know she’s single,” Kat wagged her eyebrows at him.
Suguru’s eyebrows shot up. You turned your gaze away from him, looking through the loose groupings of people in VIP for Nanami. You could see the bottles on the wall behind the bar. If they went to get shots they should be there.
“That’s a shame,” his voice was right by your ear and the warm air against your neck sent shivers down your spine, “But I thought you came in with Nanami.”
“They’re just friends!” Kat responded.
“Oh, well that’s Nanami’s mistake. I could never be just friends with you. Look how sweet you look.”
You went to respond, to tell him you weren’t interested and then a throng of people moved out of the way and you saw Nanami. He was hugging a woman, and it wasn’t just a side hug between friends, it was a full bodied hug and as you watched them separate he put his hands on her face. You turned away, looking back at Geto, and ignoring the sharp ache in your chest.
“I’m not easily tied down,” you said blithely, blinking quickly to dispel the silly urge to cry, pricking in your eyes. It was as you said, the two of you were not in a relationship. You were just friends and so there was nothing to be upset about. Whoever that woman was, he seemed to really like her. You wondered where she’d been the last few months. Maybe it was a love that got away and that’s why he didn’t do relationships.
Geto was talking to you and you were smiling and nodding, but you weren’t listening, not even a little bit. Did Kat know? You glanced at her and saw the confusion on her face as she looked at the bar. You glanced too, to see Nanami still touching this random woman. Her hair was long and dark. It flowed down her back and swayed with every word she said. They were still talking. Every time you glanced their way they were still in intense conversation, Nanami leaning closer and closer by the minute until you couldn’t just nod and smile at this man talking to you. His voice was starting to annoy in conjunction with the loud music.
“Um… excuse me a sec. You two keep talking.” Kat said suddenly. She got up from the booth leaving you with Geto. You watched her go for a moment a bit distressed that she was abandoning you. Then Geto touched your arm.
“You know, I really find it hard to believe that Nanami has a woman like you around his finger.”
“I’m not around his finger, we’re friends.” The word friendswas suddenly very bitter in your mouth, but you supposed it was the honest to god truth.
“Mmhm. I know how that goes. He keeps ‘em for a few months until he gets bored, or they become a hassle and then that’s the end of it.”
“Is that so? How many girls like me have there been?”
“About 5 a year. When they get too clingy he takes them off the leash.”
“Right, well, you’re kind of an asshole for saying something like that,” You snapped at him.
He shrugged. “I thought I’d just be transparent with you. You’re too pretty to be switched out like that.”
“I know what this is.” And you guessed that was the truth. You stared at the tacky club centerpiece on the table, watching the lights dance in the smudged glass vase. You knew exactly what you were getting in to. It was clearly detailed in a contract you signed. There was no need to get hurt about it now.
“Right, so you both have an agreement. What is it, no sex with anyone else, but flirting? Dating? That’s still on the table. How many people are you dating?”
You stayed silent, narrowing your eyes at this man. There was something cruel in his expression that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
He did not wait for you to answer, “And do you think Nanami’s the same? Thank goodness you’re pretty, love.”
That was it, you’d heard enough. This new asshole wasn’t going to sit and make fun of you while the one you came here with chatted up some other woman right across the room from you. Something had to give. You did your best to get out of the booth as quickly as possible, but it was a booth so you had to scoot across the bench all while you could hear Geto laughing at you. You made a beeline for the stairs. You didn’t care that you’d only just gotten there, you didn’t care that you were going to have to find a ride home. You didn’t care about any of that. You just wanted out. You didn’t want to sit by while some asshole laughed in your face, and the guy you… you actually liked reunited with the one who got away or something. You would walk if you had to. You would walk in those stupid platforms until your feet bled before you sat around for that. Once you got outside of the club you kept a quick pace down the sidewalk, while you took out your phone to order an Uber.
Inside the club, Kat grabbed Gojo’s arm and tugged her over to him. He nearly tipped over, not at all prepared to be grabbed. He turned to see it was Kat and grinned, “Be gentle with me baby, the night’s still young.”
“What the hell is going on? We were supposed to get Kento jealous. Who is that?” She growled in his ear holding his shirt in a tight fist.
“Oh… this is just a sister of an old friend. She came by last minute. We didn’t even expect to see her.”
“Haibara,” the young woman introduced herself by her last name with a kind smile, “my brother, Yu Haibara used to be good friends with Nanami. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. We used to be like siblings all of us,” she laughed lightly. Kat loosened her grip on Gojo.
“Like siblings… so you two aren’t like an old flame.”
“No,” both Nanami and Haibara said and then took a step away from each other.
“Well that was a really passionate embrace for a damn sister!” Kat complained and turned around to look at the booth where no one was sitting.
“Shit,”Kat cursed, “Satoru, gimme my phone.” She’d given it to him because her dress didn’t have pockets and she couldn’t be bothered to wear a purse.
“Where’s Y/N?” Nanami asked as he looked over at the last place he’d seen you.
“Where’s Suguru?” Gojo posed in a sing songy voice.
Nanami frowned at that question, “Sorry, Haibara, I need to go. My… friend that I came here with has disappeared.”
You stood outside leaning against the wall while you waited for a ride to pick you up. You kept an eye out for creeps that might come your way, so naturally you saw the tall form walking towards you.
“Suguru, leave me alone!” you called out.
“I came to apologize,” He said, “And I don’t like the idea of you standing out here alone. All sorts of creeps roam around at this hour.”
“Maybe you’re one of ‘em.”
“Nah, I’m just an asshole,” he shrugged as he leaned one shoulder against the wall so he could still face you. He was much taller than he had appeared sitting down, but still broad, easily eclipsing the club’s entrance. You’d quickly learned that you couldn’t walk very far in these shoes and there was no way that you were going to walk anywhere.
“You’re right about that.”
“But I am sorry. I didn’t think you had the guts to just leave. I thought you might throw a drink in his face or something.”
“There would be no point in doing that. It wouldn’t change reality.”
He nodded, “But it might make you feel better.”
“No, I’d just feel bad later. Can’t fault someone else for your own delusion.”
“So what now, you just run off? You don’t want to raise a little hell?”
“No, I won’t ruin Satoru’s party.”
“We were supposed to be making Nanami jealous, you know. It was a whole thing. Satoru’s convinced the man is in love with you and just doesn’t know it yet… I was only going to do it for appearances, but well I didn’t think you’d be so cute. It kinda got on my nerves that he had someone as pretty as you, and you were letting him string you along like this.”
“So you call me stupid and laugh at me?”
“I told you I’m an asshole.”
“Feels like an understatement.”
He chuckled at your tone, “Let me take you for a bite? I know a good place not too far from here.”
“I don’t know you.”
“True, but you also won’t know the driver who comes to pick you up. If something happens to you, multiple people know that I was the last one with you… not that anything is going to happen to you.”
“Mm,” you considered it, it would serve Nanami right… but again he didn’t really do anything wrong. You got your own feelings hurt.
Geto reached out a hand brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “Come on take a chance on me.”
Then someone called your name. It took you a moment to realize it was Nanami, his voice wasn’t nearly as calm as it usually was. It was borderline frantic. You looked around Geto, and the two of you locked eyes. You’d only made it a couple of blocks before you gave up the walking idea.
You cursed and turned the other direction, not wanting to do this right now. Why was the driver so slow? It said they were five minutes away. You could hear Nanami jogging after you, after all you were in platform heels so you were not getting far fast. He caught up to you in no time.
“Where are you going?” Nanami demanded as he grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him, “You’re the one who wanted to come to this party! Why are you out here with Geto?!”
“You don’t have to pretend to want me, Kento. I’ll be okay. You can reunite with whoever that was in the club. And I hope you two have a great life together!”
“What are you talkingabout?”
“Don’t do that! Don’t act like I’m crazy! I saw you! We all saw you! It was like a scene from The fucking Notebook in there! You hugged that woman like she meant the world to you.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t know! But I know I feel stupid! And I look stupid. And I get it. It’s all my fault because you told me that we weren’t anything so why won’t you let me go?!”
“Because you’re mine,” He said firmly, “And if you would calm down for a second I could explain it to you.”
“No! I don’t want to hear you lie to-”
“That is an old friend. We’re more like siblings than-”
“Nanami don’t say that old overused line. I’ll lose whatever respect I have left for you-”
“I’m willing to risk that because it’s the truth… and I don’t want you to go. She’s an old friend… her brother was my best friend before he passed. I hadn’t seen her since the funeral. I was just surprised to see her here of all places. Haibara was… they both used to mean a lot to me but just as family. I wouldn’t do that to you. I know we have our agreement and I stand by it. If you want to see other people you can but I want you.”
Well, you felt silly. You knew that name. You’d snooped through his stuff and saw a year book to confirm as much. You felt really silly for allowing an isolated moment drive you to running away like that. You’d only just gotten to the party, but you still wanted to leave. You were embarrassed and you felt silly, and you just wanted to curl up in bed and hide from all of these. As you frowned your bottom lip began to quiver.
“I… I want to go home,” you said just loud enough for him to hear.
“Okay, come on,” Nanami agreed, much softer than he had spoken to you before. He took your wrist and led you towards his car. You kept your eyes on the ground wondering if there was ever a point in which you were completely detached. When was the last time you didn’t care about Nanami, when things were absolutely casual and you didn’t feel something more behind all of this. If you were honest with yourself, and it was definitely time that you were, you’d liked him from the beginning. Why else would you make such a harebrained plan? You wanted him, but you thought if you never called it what it was then you’d never have this moment. Obviously you were wrong. You couldn’t have been more wrong, because here you were in his passenger seat glaring out the window trying to had the fact that you were still crying.
It took you longer than it should have to realize he wasn’t taking you to your apartment. You were going to his place. You’d been calling his place home for months, you probably shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Why are you taking me here? I asked to go home. I meant my home.”
He let out a heavy sigh, “We obviously need to talk, and if we don’t talk now we never will.”
“What’s there to talk about? I fucked up. We agreed that we weren’t dating and I caught feelings. That’s my bad, you’re not at fault here-”
“Will you be quiet?” he sighed.
“No, because I know I’m just a drop in the bucket for you. And maybe you’re not letting go because you still find me interesting or you like having sex with me, but I can’t keep doing this knowing you don’t care for me and at any moment you could just drop me like a bad habit.”
“Who told you this?”
“Suguru.”
“The man who wanted to fuck you? You’re listening to a man who just wanted to fuck you when he told you I didn’t.. What? Did he say I didn’t want you? That I didn’t care about you. Geto is Gojo’s friend. He doesn’t knowme. You knowme.”
“Do I?”
He turned to look at you and found you glaring out of the window, “I thought you did,” he took a deep breath, “Look, we’re going to go up and we’re going to talk. If you still want to leave afterwards then you’ll be with your car and you can pack up all of your things and walk out of my life forever.”
He was always thinking ahead, you supposed. If he just sent you home now it wouldn’t be a clean break. You’d have to coordinate to get the stuff you left at his place, and to come back and get your car. Nanami was always miles ahead of you. No wonder you were so easily blindsided.
You stood in the middle of the penthouse just looking at Nanami. You felt kind of emotionally checked out. You’d cried the whole way here and now you couldn’t really feel anything. All the sharp points of hurt were dull now, rounded as you stood across from each other.
Nanami took a deep breath, “Look, I’ve had agreements with women before but they weren’t like this. It was simple, just sex, they didn’t stay in my home, I didn’t… feelthe need to take care of them or- or have them always available to me but I just knew I didn’t want to share you. Maybe I should have just asked for a relationship then, and believe me I’ve thought about it a lot lately, but you said that you didn’t want a relationship either. Was I just supposed to be egotistical enough to believe that if I asked you, you would change your mind?”
“Yes,” you nodded, “Because it’s you. Because I already do anything you ask me. You just had to ask.”
“You could have asked too!”
“Oh come on, Kento! How was I supposed to know!”
“How was I supposed to know?!”
You both stood there for a moment just staring at one another for a beat before you pulled in a deep breath, “How long have you felt something for me?”
“I don’t know. I just know that I saw you walking away from me tonight and I couldn’t let you leave. Not like this.”
“So what now?”
“That’s up to you. I want you here with me in any capacity I can have you. If it’s the money that’ll make you stay, or the sex-”
“You offered the money, and the sex, I was alwaysinterested in you! So don’t treat me like I’m just some gold digging sugar baby when you gave me those options! I don’t care about your money, and hell all of this might of been a whole heck of a lot easier if we weren’t fucking each other like we were already in love!”
“Just tell me what you want,” he said steadily, “Tell me what you want, and we can go from there. No contracts, no heartless agreements.”
“But I want you to want it too!” “Just tell me, and we can figure it out from there.”
You felt miserable, but how much worse could it get, “I want you to care about me, hell I want you to love me, and I want to be the only one who gets to touch you like how I touch you and I don’t want you to ever look at another woman the way you look at me. I want to be yours and I want to be able to call you mine without looking stupid.” You wiped your face with the back of your hand. You looked at the floor because you couldn’t bear to see Nanami’s face when he told you that you were asking for far too much, far too fast. You hadn’t been able to stick out this agreement for more than a few months. Now here you were in the deep end, struggling to stay above water. You heard him moving towards you. You weren’t sure what you expected him to do, but you didn’t expect his hand to touch your cheek so softly, as if he thought you might shatter with too much pressure. Who knows? You might.
“So lifelike,” he said softly, and that coaxed your eyes to meet his. His eyes were just as warm as they always were, in spite of the fact that you were just arguing. He continued, “It’s like I made you myself.”
“Kento-”
“No, it’s my turn. I let you talk. You want me to care about you? I do. You want me to love you? I do. You want to be the only one I touch, that I see, that I long for? You are. You already are. I’ve been yours the very moment you let me touch you. I’ve only ever taken what you’ve given, done what you let me. Whatever you needed to be with me, it’s always been yours without another thought.”
You realized, with quite a start, that he was telling the truth. He’d always been reacting to your desires first and foremost. His own desires were always perfectly buttoned up and waiting for your approval.
“So if I’d said that I wanted your heart, how soon would you have given it to me?”
“I would have given you that instead of a contract.”
“We are quite a pair huh?” you said ruefully.
He huffed a breathless laugh, though you knew nothing was really funny. You’d nearly ruined everything in less than 15 minutes. It was a new record for you. You’d tell him this much when everything wasn’t so raw.
“If you want to go-” he began but you shook your head.
“That’s the whole thing, Kento. I don’t want to go anywhere ever.”
He put his hands on your waist and pulled you in. You looked up at him, wondering what the two of you were going to do with yourselves after this one.
“I’d really like to take care of you now. I hate to see you cry like this,” he said, pushing your hair away from your face so he could rest his palms on either side of your face.
“Can I have a kiss?” you asked, and he simply leaned down to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours. His mouth moved with yours in patterns you were all too familiar with. You pressed your body against his more firmly, wrapping your arms around his waist. He kissed you until you thought your heart might beat out of your chest, and then he kissed your face, collecting the residual tears on his lips until all he could taste with the salt of your sadness, before cleansing it with the taste of your body as he traveled to kiss your neck.
“Can I make love to you? No rules, just us?” he asked with his lips right by your ear.
You nodded, “Yes.” You were in his arms before you could think of anything romantic or eloquent to say on the matter. He was making the short trip to the bedroom and laying you out on the bed. He kissed every part of your body, licking and biting the places he chose to linger: Your chest, your stomach, inner thighs. Your fingers made a mess of his hair, running through his blonde tresses holding him to your body when he found a sweet spot to tease with teeth and tongue.
Before long his head was between your legs, wasting no time with teasing you going right to sucking your clit. You lifted your head to look at him, seeing his eyes were closed as his mouth worked against you. His arms were locked around your legs, keeping you in place as he coaxed waves of pleasure that made your body roll and writhe like a tumultuous sea. You gripped his hair in your hands, begging him to let you breathe, cursing him, and calling out to God.
“Kento! Ken-! Fuck! Please,” you shouted as he continued sucking your clit while your first orgasm burst through you, making the tips of your fingers and toes tingle and your eyes roll back. He didn’t stop, though he stopped sucking so hard and instead gently teased your already sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.
He enjoyed the way your thighs twitched with every flick, and how you jolted and moaned as he replaced any amount of hurt left in your body with mind numbing pleasure. It was near maddening just how distressed seeing you cry like that had made him. He never wanted you to cry because your heart was hurting. You were only allowed to cry from too much pleasure, from being overwhelmed with the things he could do to you. He would make this right. He let go of one of legs in order to plunge his fingers where you were already wet and wanting his touch. You gave a surprised little squeal that he thought was darling. He curled his fingers against your g-spot instead of trying to thrust. He wasn’t satisfied until you came again, sounding much wetter than before and his fingers were pruning from being submerged. Only then did he even bother to get take off your dress.
You were startled by the firm yank Nanami gave your dress. It jostled you quite a bit and sent buttons flying across the room, accompanied by the sound of threads snapping under his strength. It was already bunched up quite a bit from his impatience in getting his mouth on any place that he could touch. You took your arms out of the dress so he could toss it away, and you could unbutton his shirt. You didn’t want any more buttons to fly, and after months of doing this you were quite good at unfastening buttons, especially when he kept leaning down to kiss you, so you couldn’t see what your hands were doing. But this part between the two of you was well practiced. It was what came after this that was entirely unknown, but it was easier not to think about that. It was easier to tug his shirt open and let your hands feel the familiar smooth planes of his abs before you moved down to undo his belt.
It felt like a mere blink before he was inside of you, not yet daring to move as he was pressed just as deep as he could go in this position. His forehead rested against yours and you shared each other’s breath, just breathing each other in for a moment. When he moved it was to bring your leg up and rest in the crook of his arm. It let him just the smallest fraction closer, but it felt like he was touching your soul.
He started a slow syrupy pace, hips rolling just as slowly as molasses, pulling out as if he pained him to separate, but taking his time to slide back home inside of you. Every time he moved in he made sure to press in close to the end of you, a firm press that added an uncanny pressure to your pleasure, as if your arousal was a physical weight on your body. He watched the way you choked on your whines when he touched the end of you. He kissed you at random, drinking in your moans as your nails bit into his back.
He sped up when it seemed like might have been getting your wits about you, pulling back to get your legs on his shoulders. His thrusts hit hard, making the headboard hit the wall with a heavy steady beat that seemed to keep half the pace of your heart. The sounds you made were lost on yourself but you definitely knew that you were crying again, you could feel the tears leaving the outer corners of your eyes, rolling towards your temples. You did not realize that you’d closed your eyes, until a particularly hard (and well-aimed) thrust made him hit your g-spot just right as entered you. Your eyes snapped open as you cried out, voice breaking against the force of your pleasure. You trained your gaze on Nanami, where he knelt between your legs, holding your thighs in a grip that might leave bruises later, but you didn’t mind because he was a sight to see.
His, usually, neated parted hair, was askew. A good amount of it falling forward on his forehead. He was flushed all the way down to his chest and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he scrunched his nose, almost in a silent snarl. You clenched around him, pussy throbbing at the sight of him. He was a mess and it was because of you. At your sudden tightness he moaned, letting his head lull back, revealing the pretty expanse of his throat, letting you admire the muscle that poured from the side of his neck down to his collarbone. You wanted to bite it. He rolled his neck, as if to stretch before he locked eyes with you, jaw slack as he let out a moan that made your spine tingle. He dove forward, folding you in half with your legs still on your shoulders.
You cried out as he hit the end of you over and over again. Each time was more devastating than the last, shoving you closer and closer to the edge. You gripped at his side, feeling nothing but strong muscle there, perfect for pinning you in this position. He was saying things, promising you the world and promising to keep you forever, just as well as promising to you ruin you as if you weren’t already ruined, as if he hadn’t already made good on that promise ten times over. “You’re mine,” he growled in your ear before letting his teeth graze against your jaw.
“Yes! Yes,” you chanted, voice taking on a high whiney pitch, “Can I cum?! Sir, can I cum!”
You felt him shiver against you, “Still a good girl, ah, even when you don’t- uh have to.”
“Pleeease,” you drew out the word, long and sobbing as he bullied your insides.
“Cum as much as you want, but I’m not stopping,” he answered.
You gasped, and it was the last breath you got before you fell apart. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you pressed back into the pillow. It felt like you were being torn apart, twin urges to embrace the overwhelming pleasure, and run from it took over your body. As he kept going, moving a bit harder to work past the heavy contraction of your sex, your mind quickly came to a decision. Unfortunately, you couldn’t even get out his name, stuck making “k” sounds and the occasional “o” as your palms glanced off of his sides as you tried to push him back a bit. He let up for just a moment but that was only to grab your hands. He interlaced his fingers with yours before, going back at it, this time with your hands above your head.
“Take what I give you,” he said harshly now that he’d made it truly impossible to escape. The best you could do was pant and moan and whine.
“I should have punished you for the way you acted tonight,” he said in your ear, breath heavy with exertion and his own pleasure, “But you’re never bad are you, just needy. Need me to keep taking care of you, to- ah fuck, to keep fucking you like this. I will. For the rest of my fucking life.”
Your fingers were digging into his hands as he just kept going. You came again and he fucked you through, but this time he pushed in deep inside of you and came. The problem was you thought it was over, that he was done with you and would massage your thighs they he always did when he had you in some odd position for a while, but that was not the case.
He pulled out of you, sitting back on his hunches and let himself slide out of you, watching his come slowly ooze out of you wet cunt, and then he used to fingers to collect it, spreading it against your sex, rubbing your clit, that save for some small amount of friction from his body moving with yours, went neglected. His cum added an extra slip to his touch that nearly drove you out of your mind.
“No more,” you whined, pressing your palms down on the mattress to push away from him. He grabbed your thigh with his free hand.
“Aw, do you think you’ve had enough?” he asked as he kept working your clit in quick circle, “But we’ve got to get you all cleaned up, look how much of a mess I’ve made of you down here. It’s only right.”
“Kento, please!”
“You know your safe word,” he said carelessly before grabbing your thighs and pulling you back to him so he could lick you clean.
You stepped out of the dressing room in a dress that the boutique associate picked out. You were on the fence about it. It made your boobs look good, but maybe it was too much for a friendly dinner. Nanami looked up from his phone when you walked out and then shook his head. You huffed a frustrated sound. This was like the fifth dress he’d wordlessly denied.
“Is it me or the dress, Kento?” you questioned with a heavy sigh.
“… Why would it be you?”
“‘M not exactly a size two, so-”
He put a hand up to stop you, “We’re not going to do that. The dress isn’t flattering, and I don’t like the ruching.”
You poked your lip out petulantly. He really nipped that whole rant in the bud. Which was like him you supposed. Still it didn’t help with your growing frustration about this shopping trip.
“This is why I don’t like last minute engagements. I’d prefer to take you to a seamstress, working off the rack is just begging for disaster. These things are made with a fake woman in mind, not a real grown adult.”
“Do you like how I usually dress?” you asked.
“I do.”
“Then can I make a few picks, and then show you what I find? I’ve been shopping off-the-rack my whole life… I know what looks good.”
He nodded, “I’ll be here, take your time.”
You went back in the dressing room to put back on your sundress so you could walk the floor. The sales associate seemed desperate to either please you or Nanami… your money was on Nanami. He was the one with the heavy black card. You told her about your body type and how you shopped for it, and the accessories you preferred to enhance your overall look. It was intricate but once you explained it you both had three picks each. You went back to the dressing room feeling a lot more confident.
The first one was a cuter look, with a square neckline and well structured bodice. It was a light flirty pink that you thought was adorable. It was a “no” but Nanami looked more engaged with the process. The next was a red wrap dress that stopped mid calf, the material was comfy.
“I like the neckline, but the waist line is too high it’s fighting the natural lines of your body,” he remarked.
The sales associate nodded, “Try the off the shoulder one.”
You stepped out next in the next dress and you knew it was the one you were leaving with from the way Nanami sat up when you stepped out. It was a wine red, faux wrap dress. The fabric at the bodice mocked a wrap dress but the waist was well structured with steel boning. It supported your chest nice enough that you didn’t need a bra, which was greatly appreciated since it was an off the shoulder piece with cute puff sleeved.
“Is this the one.”
“It is,” he said curtly.
Shopping for accessories was far more fun and you had to argue Nanami all the way down to keep him from buying you more jewelry. You weren’t usually a woman to protest to a man spending money on you, but this level of spending was going to take some getting used to.
“You’ll at least get the earrings,” he said and looked immediately to the jeweler.
“Kento,” you complained throwing your head back in exhaustion.
“If it bothers you, don’t look at the price tag. You like them, I like them. I pay for what I like.”
“Kentooooo.”
“Stop it,” he reprimanded as he passed his card over to the jeweler. The man was looking at the two of you deeply amused by your antics.
“You’re being excessive now. The shoes were so expensive.”
“They’re nice shoes.”
“But I have shoes at home.”
“Not those shoes. Should I have put a no complaining clause in the agreement?”
“I wouldn’t have agreed to those terms. We should have put a cap on your spending.”
“Trust me, I know what I can afford,” he said and then he leaned down to speak in your ear, “Stop whining before I give you something to whine about.”
You grinned and then snapped your teeth at him, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
He rolled his eyes at you, “You’re impossible. Are you going to be this difficult all day?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”
You liked teasing Nanami and seeing little cracks in his carefully composed facade, usually making him laugh when he obviously had no intentions of doing so. The earrings were adorable, they were fashioned like little lilies of the valley with mother of pearls dangling from the carved pearl flowers. The leaves at the base were made of jade. You did love them, and you probably should have known when you stopped and fawned over them what would happen, but you just weren’t thinking.
When the jeweler came back with a bag and box Nanami slid it over to you and gave you a look that basically dared you to complain.
“Thank you,” you grumbled.
“You’re welcome.”
“I hope the two of you think of us for any other jewelry needs,” the man said and then threw a wink your way.
“Please don’t give him any ideas,” you groaned, grabbing the bag and leaving before Nanami found something else to buy you. When you finished with your work early you thought that would mean time for a quickie, not shopping. Did it sound a little silly on paper to be upset that he was taking you shopping, sure. But you wanted him to be several inches deep in you before this dinner and now there would be no time for that.
When you got back in you had to take a shower and get dressed so you could do your makeup in a timely fashion. Consequently, you were in the bathroom doing your makeup and got the pleasure of watching Nanami come in with his shirt open to grab something out of the medicine cabinet. You paused in the middle of applying your false lashes and just watched him in the reflection of the huge mirror in front of you. It did not take you long to realize that his pants were open too.
“What are the odds that you’ll have sex with me before this dinner?” you asked, looking directly at his lower stomach.
Nanami looked at you in the mirror, warm brown eyes meeting you for just a moment, “Enticing, the thought of my cum leaking out of you and into your underwear while we sit having dinner with my friend… but we don’t have the time.”
You hung your head heavily, “Now why would you say all of that. That was cruel. We’re supposed to be friends.”
He shrugged nonchalantly before swatting your ass, “I’m not very kind to my friends anyway. Give me your panties. You don’t need them.”
“I’m gonna lose my mind fucking with you,” you groaned as you fixed your eyelash, and the lifted the skirt of your dress to take off your panties and give them to him.
“Thank you,” he said nonchalantly before breezing back out. This was going to be an excruciatingly long dinner.
The restaurant was yet another ridiculously fancy place that you’d never been to. Nanami was early so the two of you wound up waiting, which he assured you was to be expected because Gojo was always late. The two of you were seated beside one another in a booth and you were captivated by the elaborate fish tank across the room.
“When’s your birthday?” he asked suddenly.
“Are you still mad I called you a crybaby? I was only joking, I like cancers.”
“I’d actually forgotten about it. But I just realized I don’t know.”
You told him and then you told him your sun sign and because he looked at least a little intrigued, you told him about the rest of your major placements.
“So you like astrology.”
“It’s a good icebreaker. Everybody likes to learn about themselves, even if they swear they hate astrology. I thought for sure you’d tell me it was pseudo-scientific BS.”
“Oh it is. But you were enjoying yourself.”
“Hm, you were born in the evening weren’t you,” you said with a smug smile.
“… Yes I think so why?”
“I think you have a Capricorn rising, but I’d need to know your birth time for that.”
“And what horrible thing does that say about me?” he said with an indulgent sigh.
“It says that your goal oriented, willing to take short term discomfort for long term satisfaction, and it explains your grumpy exterior.”
“You think I’m grumpy?”
“I think you look grumpy. And I think you have a very structured view on life.”
“Hm, do you read palms too?” he asked, obviously in jest.
You nodded, “I do.”
“Oh well what does my palm tell you?” he asked holding out his hand to you. You took his wrist and studied his hands. You used to pretend to know how to read palms all the time just to pick guys up. They fell for it every single time. You turned your body to face Nanami a bit more as you studied his hands. Nanami had strong hands, and yet there was still a grace to him. His fingers were long, but they had a good thickness to them. You knew that intimately.
“Hmm,” you hummed, “I see. Your palm tells me that your hands make good necklaces.”
Nanami snorted before he laughed, a genuine smile took over his features and you looked up at him with your own self satisfied little smirk.
“You’re trouble,” he sighed.
You let your smile drop as you looked at him with wide innocent eyes, “I thought I was your good girl.”
His gaze darkened after you said that, obviously looking down at your lips. You could almost see him mulling over his decisions. You leaned in closer in anticipation hoping he chose to absolutely tongue fuck your mouth.
“Nanamin!” a loud voice made you jump and you turned to see a man with shockingly white hair come over to the table.
“Y/N?” You turned to see your best friend, Kat, walking behind him.
“Kat?” you questioned equally confused.
“You ladies know each other? Please tell me you used to fuck,” Gojo said dreamily.
“Gojo,” Nanami reprimanded.
“Satoru, get a fucking grip,” Kat snapped at him, “She’s my best friend, moron.”
Gojo’s mood was not dampened in the slightest, “I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”
Kat rolled her eyes and sat in the booth first so you could sit across from each other.
“This is the guy who had you screaming into pillows because you had to cancel a dick appointment?”
You cleared your throat, embarrassed by her mentioning that, “Uh, well-”
“She was sick,” Kat ignored you and looked right at Nanami, “I thought she would never stop complaining.”
“Why do you hate me?” you groaned.
“Waaaait, Nanamin was that why you were so grumpy this past week. Well now I really do have to give you a try. You look like such an innocent thing,” Gojo grinned at you wolfishly.
Your eyes widened and you felt like your eyeballs might pop out, “Uh, what?”
“Ignore him,” Nanami advised, “I always do. Gojo, you haven’t even been properly introduced. Could you show a little respect?”
“I skipped a few steps,” he conceded, putting his hands up in surrender. He was wearing sunglasses but he looked over them at you, setting his cool blue eyes on you. The first thing you realized was that his gaze was just… cold, impersonal.
He continued speaking to you, “I’m Satoru Gojo. Nanamin’s best friend.”
You gave him your name politely, but decided against giving him a handshake. It just seemed like it would go some other way than the way you wanted, which was perfectly platonic and not at all sexual.
“Now that I’ve met you, I can ask you a question that Nanamin won’t answer.”
You raised your eyebrows in question, “What question?” You heard Nanami sigh heavily and turned your gaze to him curiously.
“Would you like to be shared?” Gojo asked, “I’m dying to know what could have Nanami so enamored.”
You looked at Nanami with wide eyes.
He looked annoyed beyond words but when he noticed you looking at him, “Answer how you wish, it has no bearing on our agreement.”
“Oh this is a serious question,” you gasped and then looked at Gojo again appraising him quickly, “No, I don’t respect you.”
“You shouldn’t,” Kat agreed.
Gojo didn’t look in the least bit offended, he just laughed, a loud cackle that you remembered hearing at that dinner where you met Nanami.
“He doesn’t respect himself,“ Kat continued.
“You can say that again,” Nanami agreed with a sigh.
Gojo sighed forlornly, “Looks like the hooks are already in deep. Well I can’t fault you for your taste in women, Nanamin. She’s a looker.”
“Uh huh… Kat this is definitely the guy you peg on the weekends huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Kat nodded emphatically. She told you about her sexcapades without using any names, naturally. She had a couple of guys in rotation but she actually liked fucking around with Gojo because he was a switch without the machismo. You remembered her words exactly.
“The one who’s a little fruity?” you added as retribution for her airing out your sadness about missing a weekend with Nanami.
Gojo laughed harder, “Is that my nickname between the two of you? I’m honored. What’s Nanamin.”
“Tall, blonde, and handsome,” Kat answered immediately.
“I said that once,” you complained as she continued to embarrass you over how deeply taken with Nanami you were.
“You said it more than once.”
“You’re an awful friend,” you pouted and you hazarded a glance at Nanami who looked absolutely pleased by the route that the conversation went.
“It’s okay,” Gojo said, “That’s what I call him too.”
You had the pleasure of watching all the amusement drain from Nanami’s face. The conversation moved on from you and you were grateful for it. Gojo started explaining in excruciating detail how Kat kept canceling this date. Kat let him talk with a devious little smile on her face. She was proud to inconvenience him… and the more he complained you could already tell she was going to make him eat his words.
“How long have you two known each other, Kento?” You asked during a break in the conversation b
“Since my first year of high school.”
“He was emo back then,” Gojo said, leveling you with an excited look. You could tell he expected you to make a face but instead your face lit up.
Kat snorted, “Y/N had a goth phase in high school too.”
“No way! She looks so normal. I mean Nanamin totally looks like he’s still doom and gloom on the inside.”
“Eh she was a bubbly goth. Cute as a button though,” Kat winked at you as she spoke. You and Kat were very unlikely friends in high school. She was a very traditionally pretty black girl and you were… a little weird. She always told you that she adopted you as her friend because you weren’t afraid to be who you were. She said it was brave and she respected it. Kat was always sticking up for you in school, even if she thought you were being weird. She might pull you aside later and tell you to cut the weird shit, but she was a solid friend.
“Are there pictures?” Gojo asked.
“Not for you,” Kat responded.
Dinner with Gojo and Kat was hilarious, but you barely got a word in. Gojo ordered appetizers for the table, and you were happy to listen to them talk. You would chime in when Kat was telling a story wrong, just like Nanami would chime in when Gojo was getting out of hand. It was kind of amusing to see that how alike you and Nanami were, at least in your friendship dynamic. Granted, Nanami and Gojo’s friendship hinged upon Nanami pretending to despise Gojo. You and Kat were very in love.
“That’s my baby,” Kat said, flippantly, “I’ll go to war behind her.” She ended the sentence with a hard glare in Nanami’s direction.
Nanami frowned a little at the obvious threat, but then decided to let it go. He understood how someone could feel that way about you. You were easy to get along with. Watching you interact with Gojo was telling. You were kind, but firm. All of his flirtations were met with harsh rebuffs, though Nanami couldn’t tell if it was out of respect for him or your friend. Either way, it was funny to watch in action.
“We could all get together-” Gojo began but was swiftly cut off by three voices.
“Absolutely not,” you all said together, immediately dampening Gojo’s mood but only for a moment.
“Well, you can’t stop me from fantasizing about it.” he settled. He seemed impossible to put off. At any rate the food was delicious, and you laughed so hard throughout the night that your cheeks hurt by the end of it.
When dinner was over Nanami made Gojo pull his car around to come get Kat like he was doing for you. Listening to Nanami reprimand him was incredibly amusing. It gave you a moment to speak to Kat alone.
“What are the odds huh?” you said with a little laugh.
“Right? I can see why you like him so much though. He’s your type.”
“And I can tell that you like Gojo. He’s your type.”
She rolled her eyes at you, “Don’t start and don’t let him hear you say that. He’s already bragging about getting me to spend the night.”
Your eyes almost bugged out of your head, “You stayed the night?”
“Shut up.”
“Youlikehim for real, for real.”
“Yeah, he’s cool or whatever,” she shrugged but you could see how flustered she was under her nonchalant facade, “But let’s talk about you. Don’t think I missed the way you were looking at Nanami.”
You laughed, “I’m waiting for him to knock my walls all the way down tonight. I’m not even wearing underwear, you know? He has them.”
“Oh he’s a freak freak. Damn, and he seems like he’s pretty laidback.”
You made a sound at that, “As long as he gets his way. He got so huffy when I had to cancel with him. You thought Ithrew a tantrum about not being able to see him. That was nothing. He had a whole attitude.”
She snorted, “I never would have guessed. He seems so chill.”
“Chill on the outside but on the inside I can already tell he’s ridiculous.” Despite your words, you gave a kind smile.
Gojo and Nanami were having a similar conversation as they walked through the parking lot. Nanami was in his own thoughts, thinking about how swiftly you’d declined Gojo’s offers. He expected you to at least consider it. Most people did. Gojo had a way of charming people. It was usually a good way to vet people. If they could be won over by Gojo, they weren’t for Nanami.
“She doesn’t even seem to like me a little,” Gojo sighed.
“Did you plan to go home with both of our dates then?” Nanami said in a bored voice.
“Well, I planned to go home with you too.”
“You disgust me.”
“She’s nice though. Definitely your type. How serious is this really?”
“We’re friends,” Nanami answered easily.
“Riiight. Just two friends that stare dreamily into each other’s eyes.”
“If there’s something you want to say, you should just say it,” Nanami responded.
Gojo just shook his head, laughing at Nanami’s tone. They knew each other too well for Gojo to think that airing out his true thoughts would help anything. So instead he chose a lighter message.
“She seems like a real sweetheart, and Kat can and will make good on her threat so… don’t do anything too crazy.”
“Crazy?” “You know what I mean. You get weird when you like people. Dial back the intensity, have fun.Please, if you don’t listen to anything else I say, please hear that. Just have fun for a bit.”
“Sure.”
“Good, well, this was nice. We’ll have to do it again some time… and maybe then you’ll let me take the two of you home.”
“Never gonna happen, Gojo,” Nanami unlocked his car so he could get in the driver’s side.
In the car with Nanami you finally gave your face a rest, though you were still amused by the way tonight went. Nanami seemed content with quiet. The radio played to break up the silence but the music was low. Once again, he put a hand on your thigh. It was especially tantalizing because you had nothing on under your dress.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” Nanami asked casually, squeezing your thigh lightly.
“I did. It’s been a while since I had dinner with Kat. Didn’t expect her to be doing dinner with someone. She’s usually not the type.”
Nanami nodded, “Neither is Gojo. They seem like an interesting match.”
You chuckled, “He must like ‘em a little crazy.”
“You have no idea.”
“Well, you know, don’t look at me to wrangle her if that blows up. There’s truly nothing I can do.”
“I leave Gojo to his business. It won’t affect us in the slightest.”
“Good, good, so uh you gonna do something with that hand on my thigh or are you just going to drive me crazy.”
He wordlessly took his hand away and you went to complain but then you remembered one of his rules: You take what’s given to you.
“Sorry.”
“Hm, you will be,” He answered simply without even the smallest hint of genuine aggravation. You supposed he had no reason to be angry. Rules weren’t there to make anyone angry, they were just a system. Still, it bothered you a little that you disappointed him. Ness used to be a more prominent sex worker, before she got her current job. One night after far too many glasses of wine she got to talking about her experiences in BDSM clubs, and camming with a dom.
“It’s good when you find someone you have the right chemistry with,” she slurred to you, “You want to please them you know. It doesn’t feel any good otherwise, and when you get into that place when it’s just you and then, it’s euphoric.” She’d smiled thinking about it. Kat said that being in charge she felt a different kind of satisfaction watching her sub go “dumb” for her.
“It’s cute. Takes a little bit of building together to get there, but when you do it, it’s a trip.”
You never really felt secure enough to really give anyone that much leeway in the bedroom with you. Maybe it was because you weren’t really in the scene, but it just seemed like too much to trust anyone with. Then again, no one else was writing detailed comprehensible contracts with plenty of protection and fail-safes for you. Also, Nanami did not hop right into setting a dynamic. He learned your body a bit first. It put you at ease… even when you were on edge about being in trouble. There was still a certain amount of excitement to be had from wondering what he would do to you.
Again, getting up to Nanami’s penthouse was excruciating. You fidgeted impatiently, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you watched the numbers climb.They seemed to be going even slower than normal.
Nanami noticed how antsy you were. You were fiddling with your hands and bouncing on lightly. He couldn’t tell if you were anxious or excited. He didn’t intend to give you a punishment that you wouldn’t ultimately like, and it was a minor offense, so it wasn’t likely to go on for long. He led the way into his place as always.
“Go to the bedroom and undress. I’ll be there in a moment,” he said as he took off his shoes at the door. He watched with barely contained chuckles as you hurried, barefoot, to the bedroom. Well, he guessed that answered his question. If you’d been dreading this interaction you wouldn’t have gone to the bedroom so eagerly. There was the slim chance that you were afraid of making him upset, but he was going to fix any misconceptions once he got into the bedroom. For now, he went to the bar and made himself a drink to give you time to sweat.
You were undress and standing in the middle of the bedroom in record time. You wondered around a bit, then wondered if you should get on the bed… but he hadn’t told you to get on the bed. You wondered if you should ask, but then recognized that if he was already on his way, you didn’t want to be outside of the room. So you stayed standing in the middle of the floor. When Nanami walked in you were standing there, completely nude waiting for him.
“Oh? Seems like you’ve learned to listen,” he said offhandedly as he brought his glass up to his lips. He took a seat on the bed and grabbed a decorative pillow to put on his lap.
“Over my knee,” he said simply. You crawled on the bed and put your stomach on top of the throw pillow.
“I’m going to refresh you on my rules. I know you’re still learning. To start, what are the first two rules.”
“No cumming without you, sir. My orgasms belong to you and only you can give me permission to have them.”
“Very good, beautiful, and the other?”
“I take what you give me.”
“And that means what?”
“It means that I don’t reject what’s given and I don’t ask for more.”
“Unless I permit you to beg.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know which rule you broke? Hm?”
“I asked for more, sir.”
“You did. This is your punishment, I’m going to spank you five times. You’re going to count and you’ll thank me for each one.”
“Yes, sir.”
He finished off his drink, taking his time just looking at your body, spread out on his lap. He looked at the round globes of your ass. He was indulging himself a bit. Any other time he’d give a needy sub more than they could handle when they asked for more. He would have shoved his fingers deep inside you and fucked your little wet cunt with them until you were crying for him. You’d once been skeptical about multiple orgasms being a punishment. He wanted to show you how that worked. But it was better, he thought, to teach you that pain could feel good before he showed you that he could turn your own pleasure against yourself.
He set his glass down on the night table when he finished his drink, letting his free hand rest against your back as he leaned forward.
You laid there with your eyes shut, anticipation made you hyper aware of every sensation. The moment he touched you, you jumped. You half expected him to just start spanking you, but you suppose he wasn’t interested in shocking you. Where was the shock factor anyway? He told you what he was going to do and why he was doing it. So you forced yourself to relax as he skimmed his fingers across your skin. His touch was feather light, heightening the sensitivity of your skin. It tickled a little, and you had to keep yourself from squirming his lap as he traced the lower curve of your ass, down to your thighs. He let his fingers skim your inner thighs for a moment, teasing you a bit. You didn’t even have time to suck in an anticipatory breath before he spanked you. First, there was just the sound, and the way the impact sent you forward a bit. And then it stung, not awfully, but it hurt enough to make you gasp.
“One! Thank you, sir,” you said hastily once you got your breath back.
“Very good,” he murmured, massaging the cheek he just spanked, firmly kneading it with his hand. His other hand rested on your lower back.
The second spank hit your other cheek just as harshly, and you counted, “Two, thank you, sir.”
He alternated between cheeks, and experiencing the blow on an already sore spot made it much worse.
“Ah! Three! Thank you, sir.”
“Good job, you can take it.”
“Four! Thank you, sir!”
“There we go. One more.”
“Five! Ah, thank you, sir,” you blinked hard, trying to clear your eyes of the little tears that had collected. They weren’t quite accumulated enough to fall, but they were aggravating. You almost made the mistake of trying to get up, but it occurred to you almost immediately that he hadn’t told you to do so. If he noticed your little falter, he did not say anything. Instead, he kept massaging away the hurt. It didn’t take long for the hurt to simmer into something that had the warmth already radiating between your legs, blossoming fully. Your cheeks were sore and sensitive and they felt unusually warm after his heavy handed hits. He nudged your legs open. to tease your entrance with his fingers.
He clicked his tongue, “So wet, this was hardly a punishment at all was it?”
You have no idea if he expects you to answer, you don’t even know what you would say. Did he expect to hurt you more, should you be hurting more? He stopped your fretful thoughts by plunging a finger into you, and then one more. Your legs opened a bit more on instinct, making it easier for him to hit deeper. He made no move to go any deeper than before, just shallow pumping his fingers. You bit your lip and let your cheek rest against the backs of your hands where they lie on top of each other on bed.
“So needy,” he cooed at you in his smooth voice, “That’s the problem isn’t it? You’re just a needy little hole.”
You moaned involuntarily at that, only to bite your lip to prevent further outbursts. Your face felt like it was on fire with the inherent embarrassment of your situation. You were fully naked, lying across this man’s lap while he was fully clothed.
“Is that your problem, sweet thing? Are you just a needy hole that needs to be filled?”
“Mm, yes sir,” you breathed, eyes rolling back as he pushed his fingers in deeper. He started slow and steady, pushing down a bit with his thrust, it added weight to his fingers inside of you. Your jaw dropped as you slowly rocked with his movements.
“But I’m already filling up this wet hole, what else could you possibly want?”
“I want, ah,” you whined as he sped up just a bit when you started talking, “You. I want you.”
“You want me, that’s sweet, but you have me. Tell me what you want,” he ordered firmly, but in complete contradiction to his words he crooked his fingers just right to start bullying your g-spot. You realized, he did not mean for you to be able to answer him. As sweetly as he spoke to you, he was setting you up for failure. Despite realizing this, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset and you certainly do more than let out choked moans as he fucked you with his fingers without an ounce of care for your sanity.
“Oh? You don’t want to use that mouth of yours?” he said, “That’s okay. I’ve got a use for it.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and prompted you to sit up, “On your knees,” he pointed to the spot between his legs. You did as he said. He stood then, looking down at you with that seemingly indifferent stare.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered and you obeyed only for him to immediately put his arousal slicked fingers in your mouth, “Clean those for me, won’t you.”
You sucked his fingers, licking his digits ardently, tasting yourself on your tongue as you kept your eyes on him. Still, it didn’t seem like you were having much of an effect on him at all. The prospect of it bothered you enough to take his fingers deeper. He pulled them away just as you started. You pouted looking up at him. You wanted to ask if he wasn’t pleased with you, but thought better of speaking before he asked you a question. You couldn’t remember if it was on the list of rules or not, but maybe it would come off as asking more of him than he was willing to give so you stayed quiet.
“Even when you step out of line a little, you’re such a good girl. Why don’t you prove to me how good you can be?” His hands moved to his belt buckle. Your eyes, naturally zeroed in on his belt, watching his fingers move to undo the fine leather. For a moment, your gaze followed the belt, wondering what it would be like if he bound your wrists with that belt, truly making you take everything he intended to give you.
You pulled your gaze away from the belt after he tossed it away, instead watching him take himself out of his underwear for you. You kept you looked up at his face, awaiting further instruction.
“Go on, open your mouth.”
You gazed up at him, watching his jaw drop with pleasure as you sucked him off. He put his hand on the back of your head, not pushing you closer just holding you. He felt your hands rest on his hips and he looked down to see you taking more of him into his mouth.
“I didn’t say you could use your hands,” he rasped darkly. You quickly put them down in your lap again, relaxing your jaw a bit more as you bobbed your head. Nanami’s grip changed a bit as he helped you keep pace with his shallow thrusts. Instead of making you gag on him every time, sometimes he let the head of his cock nudge your cheek so he could watch it bulge with the pressure.
You were just too pretty for your own good, he thought. Originally, he had no intention of cumming in your mouth. He wanted to fill you up again so he could lick his cum out of your oversensitive pussy. It would give you just a taste of his other method of punishment. Maybe then you would understand, if only by the smallest margin, just how torturous too much of a good thing could be. But you were on your knees for him, and your false lashes gave you an especially wide doe eyed look every time you looked at him and you were so good.Only the smallest of slip ups bred from your obvious neediness, an innocent mistake instead of a drive to start trouble. You were so sweet to him, taking him into your throat, swallowing around him even as tears began to stream down your face. The thing was… he usually wasn’t much for tears. You were just pretty when you cried. You sucked him off like your life depended on it, moaning around his length wantonly even as drool began to drip down your chin. He wanted to make a mess of you.
You watched his brow crease as you continued to suck him off. You really just wanted to make him happy. You wanted him to be pleased with you, to tell you how well you did. You wanted him to call you sweet names while he touched you. The moans leaving your throat were almost entirely lost on you, they were consistently cut off with a throaty glugas you kept bobbing your head.
“Very good, you’re so good to me,” he praised you, keeping his concentration on your face as he coaxed you into moving just a little bit faster. His cheeks were flushed, you noticed, and he was so beautiful like that. That ruddy blush ruled your world, you loved to see him flustered, to see the edges of his unflappable mask begin to pull back. He pulled out of your mouth abruptly and you whined at the lost, only for him to jerk himself a few more times. You had time to close your eyes before he came all over your lips, cheeks, and down your chin. You stayed very still listening to his breathy moans as he came down a bit.
Because your eyes were closed, you weren’t prepared for him to grab the back of your neck and to feel his tongue drag from chin, your cheek, and then for him to kiss you. His tongue was breaching your mouth almost immediately, feeding his cum to you in a lewd kiss that felt more like him tongue fucking your mouth than any thing else. He did this until all visible evidence of his release was gone and then he pulled you back to level you with a firm stare.
“Get on the bed.”
The next morning you were grateful not to have a 9-5, but you were more than a little disappointed to see Nanami go. He got up at 6 A.M. sharp to start his morning routine. He let you sleep in. You were properly exhausted from the seven million positions he had you in the night prior. You woke up on your own before he left out for the day. He told you to simply make yourself at home and to be thinking about what you wanted for dinner, he’d grab it on his way back. He was so casual as he spoke to you, as if you weren’t standing in his shirt from last night, walking very carefully to minimize discomfort. The two of you could have been roommates for all the passion in his voice.
“Okay, have a nice day at work.”
“Thanks, see you.”
For a little while you were confused about what to do. You’d never been in Nanami’s place without him. You could snoop, and snoop you did, but there really wasn’t much of interest save the very organized stash of toys and other sex accessories in his closet, but that wasn’t exactly juicy. You were sure that if you asked about it, he would have shown them to you anyway. Later on you wound up perusing one of Nanami’s big bookshelves and you found a few novels that were nothing but smut. They were top of the line erotica honestly. You couldn’t even make fun of him, he had good taste.
You found an old highschool yearbook in a lineup of other photo albums. Nanami didn’t immediately strike you as a sentimental, picture taking person, but apparently he was because there were quite a few photo albums. The highschool one was most entertaining. Gojo had not been exaggerating. Nanami’s haircut back then would have made you swoon when you were deep in your goth phase. There was a performative melancholy about him that was so of the time… There were quite a few pictures of him and a dark haired kid who was anything but doom and gloom. The other kid could be found grinning in each and everyone of the pictures he was a part of. In a few he managed to get a smirk out of Nanami. You went for the next year book and found that… Nanami’s melancholy no longer looked so performative, and there were only a handful of pictures of the dark haired boy, found in the background of school events at the beginning of the year. At the very back of the yearbook there was a page full of pictures.
“In Memory of Yu Haibara” Read the words in the middle of the page. You frowned, closing the book. You tried to imagine it, losing Kat at such a young age. So many things wouldn’t have been possible for you. You wouldn’t have had the courage to spring out as your own after high school and go to a college far away if she wasn’t right there with out. You might not have had the courage to move to a big city… and you certainly wouldn’t have gone to a kinky dinner party.
You pulled out your phone and sent her a quick message: I love you.
I love you too
Then a few minutes later she texted again: Bitch are you good?
You snorted realizing how that probably looked to just say “I love you” out of the blue. You put her worries to rest, just saying that you were thinking of her and how good of a friend she’d been to you over the years.
Don’t scare me like that. I was about to start hunting you down like we was on the First 48
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.
Warnings: NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact, Dom/Sub dynamics, Service/softdom Nanami, Good Girl Reader.
Summary: You happen upon Nanami in a very unusual way, but find that you both get along beautiful. He’s a busy lawyer, and you’re a writer looking for a place where you’re comfortable in the world. Together you engage in a steamy friends with benefits situation that involves more benefits than you could have possibly imagined.
Chapter 2 Summary: Your second, official, date with Nanami turns into a weekend with him and you get a small peek into the deep end of his desires.
Warnings: Porn with plot, NSFW, Minors do not interact, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics, service dom Nanami, a sub who’s a pleaser, spanking
A/N: The turn around for this chapter was far faster than I anticipated. This probably won’t be my slowest burn, but it’ll take some building up. I don’t have an idea for how long this one will be yet but I do know that the more you guys comment the more I’m motivated to continue. I’m actually deeply in love with writing Nanami this way. It’s doing something to my brain. Last thing, 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
You sighed heavily as you got back in your car from an interview. All you wanted was to go to sleep for the next four days. It looked like your old boss had pretty much blacklisted you in your area. It made you feel even more vindicated that the company was being served papers today. Maybe if the settlement was big enough, you’d be able to retire early. Work was shit and trying to get your foot in the door in any place was agonizing. Your work should speak for itself, and before this whole debacle it did. The constant talking to people who didn’t really care about you was getting on your nerves.
Your phone buzzed in your purse. You dug around in the deep bag until you came across your phone. The name on the screen made you pause. Nanami called, he didn’t usually call you. It made you wonder what was going on. You called him back.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Hey, Kento. Sorry I missed your call. I was in an interview.”
“Hm I thought you didn’t dream of labor?”
“Well I don’t dream of homelessness either, so I gotta do something and we can’t all be sexy lawyers.”
He hummed, “I guess I can’t be upset with you then. I was calling to see if you wanted to grab lunch but that time has come and gone. Are we on for tonight?”
“Of course.”
“Good, I’ll look forward to seeing you then.“
"Can I ask a question?”
“Sure.”
“Were you going to be mad at me for missing your call if I didn’t have a good reason,” you smiled, thinking of him pouting in his office about you ignoring him. It was a funny prospect to you. He was such a serious man, and thinking that he would debase himself over the likes of you was an amusing thought.
He made a noncomittal sound, “Annoyed maybe, but not angry. I suppose you’re entitled to ignoring your calls, but so am I.”
You laughed this time, “Oh! You’re one of those. If I take too long to text back are you going to make me wait twice as long?” You had to ask because you truly didn’t know. You were usually pretty good about texting him back, mostly because his conversation was interesting and for dick that good you were willing to keep your phone in your hand. There was really nothing more to it.
“… Maybe.”
“I can tell. Alright, I’ll see you tonight.”
“Alright, goodbye.”
You said your goodbye and hung up, only to sit smiling at your phone for a little bit. You got the idea that underneath all of his composure there was something a little ridiculous about Nanami and it intrigued you. He obviously had a hard shell, and outer facade of tempered confidence, self assurance, and indifference, but inside that shell? He was probably mushy. It was a product of your own nosiness that you cared so much about what he was like on the inside. Sometimes you were just driven to figure people out, and once you had and they no longer interested you, you could make a clean break and move on. You hoped Nanami would take longer to figure out. His straightforward nature was a relief, and something you could rely on if nothing else. You didn’t have to guess what he was thinking or feeling. If it concerned you, you trusted that he would tell you outright.
Nanami sat at his desk, looking at your contact name on his phone for just a moment more. He was never worried that the sex wouldn’t be good with you. He was a firm believer that if both parties were simply open to a bit of communication, sex could always be good. That being said, his one night with you was exceptional. So exceptional he truly could not be bothered to even consider just calling you a ride home afterward. That’s what he usually did. He’d let them stay for maybe a 15 minute cuddle if he felt like that, then suggest to get whoever was in his bed a car. It wasn’t out of maliciousness, but simply because he preferred to have the whole bed to himself. You were just different. From the moment he met you, you intrigued him. It was obvious you didn’t belong in the rundown of people at that “party”.
He spied you from across the room when he came in. You were talking to the party coordinator with another woman. Sure, he noted that you were beautiful, but there was no shortage of beautiful women, especially amongst the rich. After you were at a certain tax bracket, you could just pay for beauty. It was an easily bought commodity. To be honest, he assumed that you were looking for one of the rich, balding bastards there to pay for your way of living and he figured you’d be successful if you were willing to put up with some unfortunate kinks. Perhaps he was being self-righteous. He was there too, after all. Even though he accepted Gojo’s invitation with the promise of good food, and peace of mind on the table, Nanami would be remiss to say that he wasn’t a little curious about who he’d be matched with. After all, he was only human and personality tests intrigued him as much as they intrigued anyone else. Either way, he was pleasantly surprised to find that you weren’t overly devoted to the subject matter of the dinner party either. You were there for the same reasons as him. Nanami wasn’t really much of a talker but you pulled conversation out of him easily with your sly remarks and that damned smile. There were secrets in your smile, and he wanted to know all of them. Every time you flashed that sweet expression at him it made him feel weird inside.
He wasn’t lying when he told you he was usually a good judge of character. He usually knew whether or not he wanted to know someone by a single interaction. One interaction with you and he was hooked. He wanted to know everything there was to know about you. Which was a rarity. His intuition usually warned him of negative people, people he knew he wouldn’t like. It was rare that he just knew he would enjoy someone’s company. It hadn’t happened in quite some time. On the subject of people he knew he wouldn’t like though, his office door flew open without any preamble. Nanami lifted his gaze to the idiot in the doorway.
“What, Gojo?”
Gojo grinned, an expression that usually meant a headache for Nanami, “How’s my special boy?”
“I am working.” Nanami answered, choosing not to address the way Gojo referred to him. It was an unnecessary point of conversation that would only beget more talking.
“Well take a break. There’s something more important on the horizon.”
“Like what?”
“A double date.”
“No.”
“Oh come on! I’ll pay for dinner. All you have to do is show up at 8 tonight-”
“I have plans tonight, Gojo. Even if I wanted to, and I don’t, I can’t. Find someone else.”
Gojo’s eyebrows shot up and he came around Nanami’s desk and sat on it, “What are your plans for tonight?”
“Why? They don’t concern you.”
“I just want to know! Come on, this is what friends do: They share.”
“Well it’s a good thing we’re not friends isn’t it?”
“You’re right, we’re like brothers, but closer,” Gojo brushed one of his legs against Nanami’s.
Nanami promptly shoved him away, “Go do your work.”
Gojo laughed, his stupid loud laugh as he pitched to the side a little, “Come on, just tell me, and I’ll get back to work and be out of your hair.”
Nanami knew that Gojo was lying, even if Gojo didn’t know he was lying yet. If Nanami told him what his evening was devoted to, or rather whom, there would be follow up questions. Granted, the only thing that would stop Gojo from pestering him about a date would be to tell him that he was already dating. Short term inconvenience, but a long term reward. Besides, there was a chance he could get Gojo out of his office if he surrendered just a little information. There was no way he would leave without some kind of info.
“I have a date tonight,” Nanami said dryly.
Gojo’s eyes went wide, “No way, this is the second date within a month! That’s a new record for you. Nanami, are you back on the prowl again?”
Nanami’s mouth turned down in a frown, “No.”
“… Waaait, it’s the same girl? You like her?”
“No, this is a subtle exercise in masochism,” Nanami answered sarcastically, before picking up one of the files on his desk. He did not need to read it, but he was hoping if he appeared otherwise disposed that Gojo would lose interest and move on. Obviously he liked you if he was going on another date with you. Nanami didn’t do many things he didn’t want to do.
“We should still do a double date,“ Gojo insisted, "not tonight obviously but some time soon. You know if she makes it to a third date.”
“You know, you said that if I went to that dinner you’d stop inquiring about my sex life?”
“I thought we both knew that was a lie,” Gojo said, and he was right. Nanami knew that much. Notably though, Gojo got up from Nanami’s desk without any more prompting.
“Well, I won’t distract from your work any longer. We can’t have you working overtime and being late for your date.”
Nanami suppressed the urge to say something sarcastic back, lest he unwittingly prolong this interaction. If he knew that having a date was the way to stop Gojo from doing stupid things to make Nanami go into overtime he would have had a date lined up for every evening. Or at least he would start lying about having a date every night. Nevertheless, with Gojo gone he could focus on his work.
Again you were spending way too long agonizing over what you would wear to go see Nanami. You’d put on and taken off so many dresses. Now that you’d found a dress you were playing around with the layering options. You preferred a more whimsical style for the warmer months, breathable fabrics layered with corset style tops, thigh highs or crew socks made of soft sheer material, and any variety of heels at your disposal. The best way to describe your style was… studious. Carefully put together, but still light-hearted and fun. Honestly, you spent too much of your years growing up watching The Nanny to be tied to one specific look. You changed with the seasons. Spring was always the time for a lighter palette. You wound up in a cream satin dress that was pretty shapeless until you put a corset top over it for some shape and support. If you could just spend your life playing dress up that would be find by you. At the end of all of your fussing you did have a stellar outfit, and you did a soft make up look to match it. You put on a few more of your pearl accessories, not at all because Nanami said that he liked you in pearls, they just went with outfit. By the time you were done fussing over your appearance there was a car outside to come pick you up and take you to your destination for you second, official, date.
When Nanami vowed to ruin you for anyone else but him, you really though he just meant with mind blowing orgasms, which he definitely made good on. You didn’t expect him to spoil you rotten too. How the hell were you supposed to go back to dating regular men after this? You probably wouldn’t, but that was a thought for another time. This evening’s date was a food tasting in which some of the best rated chefs in the city were premiering new menu items in their respective restaurants. It was a foodie’s wet dream.
The driver let you out of the car and you thanked him before stepping onto the sidewalk carefully. The last thing you needed was for the thin heel of your shoe to get caught on a crack and make you fall while you were trying to be cute. You saw Nanami immediately. He was already coming over to you. He had no right to look as good as he did in blue. It just seemed like it should be against some kind of law. His ability to reduce your train of thought to Victorian levels of pining was astounding. Right now, you were focused on his waistcoat, the same eye-catching blue as his jacket. It fit him well, too well, showing off that ridiculous waist of his. He chose dark colors, which was a great contrast to his skin and blonde hair. It also brought out his eyes a bit.
“Aren’t you beautiful,” he complimented as he offered you his arm. You hooked your arm with his, pulling in close to him just to smell the scent of his cologne. It was subtle in the night air, but definitely there.
“Thank you,” you said, dipping your head a little bit so he wouldn’t see just how much his compliment made you smile. In looking down, you noticed that he had a different watch on tonight. It was another silver watch but the face was a vibrant dark blue that caught the light attractively. You couldn’t quite inspect it the way you wanted to at this angle, but you could tell it was just as expensive as the other one. He grabbed the door for you and pushed you and you entered. You barely got the chance to reach your hand out for the second door before he said something. “Don’t,” the word was said without any real volume but the authority was undeniable. Your hand went down to your side before you could really even think about it. He chuckled, probably at how much you looked as if you’d been scolded.
“I’ve got the doors, and I’m pulling out your chair when we get in there.”
“Got it, no touching doors while you’re around. I’ll just stand in front of them like a spoiled princess,” you joked back as he opened the next door. He followed close behind you, hand coming to rest on your lower back as you approached the hostess. You watched her eyes widen a bit as she looked at him. If there was a way to silently say, “Bitch, same” to her expression, then you did your best to convey it. Her gaze met yours briefly before Nanami started talking to her.
“The reservation is under Nanami.” He spoke, obviously with the goal of coaxing her into doing her job.
She blinked blankly before her gaze snapped down to look at the reservation list. Her face was turning red. You were often grateful for your own complexion that didn’t make it obvious when you were blushing, though your ears often gave you away. You were wearing your hair out for once instead of keeping it up and out of the way. That would at least help with keeping your flustered state from Nanami, not that it would do much good considering how often he had you grinning like a fool.
She hastily led the way to your table. Part of the novelty of this place was that you could see the chefs at work and the table where the two of you were seated had a perfect view. As promised, Nanami pulled out your chair for you and pushed it in gently.You supposed chivalry lived on solely in him. It was kinda hot, you weren’t going to lie. After he sat the hostess assured you both that your waiter would be around with the drink menu for tonight. Nanami nodded, and you thanked the young woman, smiling kindly at her. She was probably going to go run to the server’s corner and tell them all about the drop dead gorgeous guy she just seated.
“You know, I don’t think it’s very nice to go around looking as good as you look all the time. That poor girl looked like she was going to have a heart attack,” you teased, turning to look at him in time to watch him unbutton his dinner jacket. Maybe you should worry less about the hostess and more about yourself. You were the one on a date with him. You were going to have to behave yourself for the next few hours until he took you back to his place and fucked the sense out of you.
He raised an eyebrow at you, “I can’t help the way I look.”
“No, I guess you can’t, but come on the voice, the way you look at people, the… rings. You’re wearing rings,” you noticed as he went to pick up the silverware, presumably to inspect it and you noticed the silver gleaming band. Now that you were looking at it, there was some kind of dark etching around it. There was also a heavy looking silver pinky ring on his finger.
“Is that a problem?”
“Uh, yeah, for my sanity,” you complained. You suddenly needed the waiter to come around quicker so you could get a glass of wine.
“Ah, well, I’m not very devoted to your sanity,” a slow sly smile took over his features.
You rolled your eyes, “Obviously.” You thought of the last time you were with Nanami. As if the sex wasn’t good enough, he’d made you breakfast in the morning.
He seemed amused by your chagrin, but changed topics anyway, “How do you think your interview went?”
“Horribly. I have been blacklisted. My old boss definitely talked to these people. Either way, it’s all making for a good case. Thank you for setting me up with Maki by the way. She’s sharp, and good at her job.”
“She needed the extra experience too,” he said, by way of waving off your thanks, “What will you do now?”
“Maybe go back to freelance work,” you scrunched your nose up a little at the prospect. You enjoyed the freedom of freelance working, but the lack of guaranteed income put you on edge.
“You once said you hoped to write fiction. Why don’t you?”
You tilted your head thoughtfully, “It’s not immediately lucrative. Money makes the world go ‘round, you know?”
He hummed his agreement, “What’s your preferred genre?”
“Fantasy, I think. It’s what I’ve been gravitating towards, but before that it was mystery. I don’t really think I can be boxed in. I guess the common thread is romance. I put romance in every story regardless of genre.”
“Really? You’re a romantic.”
“In theory. In practice,” you made a non-committal sound, “I’m a bit disillusioned.”
“That’s a shame. You’d think a romance writer would know better than to go around opening her own doors.”
“Is that your way of telling me you’re a romantic, because I never would have guessed that myself.”
“Hm, just traditional.”
“Traditional? So what? You’re looking for a girl who’s ready to cook, clean, and give you strapping boys whenever you decide to settle down. Or are we talking women are better seen than heard?”
“Why do you always assume the worst? I really just mean that, if you’ll be seen with me then the least I can do is open a door, pull out a few chairs, I might even do something crazy like pay for dinner.”
You scoffed turning away to peer at the team of chefs already working in the kitchen.
“But if that bothers you, I’ll stop opening doors, I might even start shutting them behind me,” he continued when you didn’t give him a verbal response.
You laughed at the thought of that, “I don’t mind the chivalry. I’m trying to figure out what your catch is. When are you going to disappoint me?”
“Oh easy. I want the things in a traditional relationship without any of the emotional safety nets of a relationship.”
“But I want that too.”
“Then it’s fine. We both have the same red flag. I think that means they cancel out.”
You found yourself laughing again. You wondered if his disinterest in commitment was really just because he didn’t have the time or if something else had happened. You knew what your own deal was. You gave love one good try, it didn’t work out and the idea of being so open with another person only for them to play you, didn’t appeal to you in the slightest… and also you were a busy woman.
“I think that’s the nicest way I’ve ever been called toxic.”
“You’re welcome. Not that you deserve it, considering how rude you’ve been to me.”
“I’m sure I’ll think of some way to make it up to you,” you said flippantly
The waiter came around with a list of wines that would pair well with tonight’s meals and you didn’t know any of them well enough to have an opinion about them so Nanami just chose for you. He was sure you would like the pick and he was probably right.
“So, what about you? How was your week?”
“Excruciating. But it’s over now so I have two whole days before I have to go back.”
“Do you really hate your job?”
He thought it over, “No. No I don’t. I’m just being dramatic. It’s not nearly as bad as I make it out to be. There’s never a dull day, I’ll say that much.”
“I can imagine. So what do you do when you’re pretty sure your client did it.”
“I pass on the case. If there is enough evidence against them that I think beyond a reasonable doubt they committed the crime, there’s no reason for me to continue. Lately the firm has been taking more corporate cases, so that’s rarely an issue.”
“Oh wow, so you’re still somehow moving up in the world.”
He shrugged, “The goal is to make enough to retire early.”
“Mm, sounds nice,” you smiled, “What’s your dream life once you ditch the 9 to 5?”
“I think if I could really lean into my old man habits that would be ideal. I’m thinking about a large vegetable garden, waking up to just watch the sunrise.”
You nodded because you understood where he was going with his dream, “Nap in the afternoon but still be tired enough to go to sleep at a reasonable time.”
He nodded, “Travel of course.”
“Oh of course. Where to first?”
“Malaysia, for sure.”
“Nice.”
He nodded thoughtfully, obviously thinking about his dream life when he was no longer bound to making money. “Have you ever been?”
You shook your head laughing lightly, “No. No I have not. I just understand the appeal.”
“Where would you go then?”
“Hm, I really don’t know. I haven’t thought about it very much. Someplace quiet, a little secluded and maybe I could get some writing done.”
He laughed, “You’re still talking about working.”
“I don’t consider writing to be work. I love it. There was a time in my life where it was all I could do. I think the day I stop being a writer will be the day I stop being myself. Why live one life when you could weave hundreds, you know?”
“I do. I’m not a writer, but I read.”
“Oh? Books on capitalism don’t count.”
“You’re thinking the worst of me again,” he pointed out and you had to concede, “I read plenty of fiction. I’ll have you know I have a weakness for romance novels.”
You narrowed your eyes but put your glass up to you mouth instead of saying your thoughts. It was as if he could read your mind, because he looked even more amused.
“Let me have it. What horrible thing are you thinking of me now?”
“You just read smut don’t you.”
“I read other things as well.”
“I knew it,” you laughed.
“Is that the deal breaker? Are we over before we even properly began?” He looked genuinely amused now. He could afford to be; he knew it wasn’t a dealbreaker just from the smile on your face.
“Oh please, that’s a deal maker. Is that why you always know what to say?”
He shrugged, “I’ve always had a bit of a silver tongue.” He winked at you, a surprisingly cheeky move for him. It succeeded in making you giggle though which was obviously the point. Nanami was funny you found as the two of you kept talking. Despite his serious persona, he didn’t actually take himself very seriously, and he spoke in deadpan exaggerations that threw you for a loop every time. Before long your cheeks hurt just from smiling so much. Dinner turned out to be exquisite but you knew it would be.
Afterwards the two of you wound up popping into a bookstore. It was something of a novelty in the city, known for its late hours and unique indoor architecture. It used to be an opera house back in the day, but age put the place in disarray and the family who owned it now bought it at a good price. Now it was something of a city staple. You’d been in once before with friends, but they were all of an impatient disposition and weren’t at all interested in lingering. They expected you to just know what book you were looking for immediately, grab it and go. You liked to peruse, to be engulfed in the scent of books both new and used. Nanami didn’t seem to be in a rush at all. He looked at the selection with you. The narrow paths put the two of you close together at times, not that you minded in the least.
You smiled looking at a copy of a book that you loved. You pulled it down and opened it thoughtfully. You felt Nanami lean in to look over your shoulder at the name of the book.
“It’s a collection of poems from Audre Lord. I really like the way she wrote.”
“May I?”
You passed him the book before letting your eyes trail across the other poetry books. Poetry was always challenging for you to grasp in a tangible way, You always felt like your heart understood it better than your head did. Nevertheless, you just kept reading poetry. Sometimes you understood, sometimes you didn’t, but you always felt it. As you moved on a couple of pretty covers caught your eye. It took you a couple books to notice that Nanami was taking these books from you but he was not putting them back. You frowned wondering what he was doing. He did not acknowledge your questioning gaze. His eyes were trained above your head. Just as you turned your body to face him and ask him about the books he was holding on to only for him to reach up and grab a book. It made him step in closer to you, and you instinctively moved back, only for your back to hit the shelf. He pulled the book down before glancing at you. The two of you were close and you peered up at him curiously. It couldn’t have been completely necessary for him to grab that book right now. He had to know what he was doing. However, his genuine confusion at your expression told you that he hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. It was just you being endlessly horny.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, “This is a bookstore. Calm down.”
“You can’t just pin me against a bookshelf and act like it’s nothing.”
“You are not pinned against the bookshelf.”
“I kinda am.”
“You’re not,” he said shortly before sliding the book back in its place. Then he stepped in closer. Gracefully stepping one foot between your legs. His body was pressed right against yours, and he used the side of his index finger to tip your chin up so you were still meeting his gaze.
“Now, you’re pinned against the bookshelf,” he said in a very matter-of-fact tone.
“Kento,” you breathed. The fever that he stired up in your body was ungodly. Your arousal was at a dull roar ever since dinner. It was ever present but easy to ignore. At this very moment, if Nanami told you to get on your knees and suck him off you would without a second thought. You should probably be concerned about that… you were not.
“Mmhm,” his gaze danced over your face, “You have… really pretty lips.”
“Uh… thank you,” you said and then bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling.
“Why do you do that? Why do you try to hide your smiles from me. It feels cruel.”
“I just feel goofy, smiling like an idiot at you. I mean you’ve got me pinned to a bookshelf in public. It’s indecent. I expected better from you.”
“Your mistake,” he leaned in and you watched him, breath catching in your throat. He kissed you, far too lightly and much too quick. He moved away from you and started walking down the aisle as if he didn’t do what he just did. You took a moment to catch your breath before you hurried after him.
“I can’t believe you honestly convinced me you were gentleman,” you griped playfully as you fell into step beside him.
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“Well, aren’t all lawyers?”
“Fair enough. But I never claimed to be a gentleman. I just told you i would be handling the doors and the chairs.”
“Right, my mistake. You’re a scoundrel who wants to use me for my goods and go.”
“Well as long as you know,” he mused. His easy agreement made you laugh. You expected him to put up some kind of a fight against you thinking the worst of him. However the little smirk he tossed your way told you he was playing around.
“You’re turning out to be an awful friend.”
“Mmhm, tell me more about how awful I am,” he coaxed, wrapping an arm around your waist to make you lean against him more.
“Well, you’re an awful texter, and sometimes you call when I text you,” you began and he nodded along as you listed off petty but true things that you could be upset about if you cared. All the while he led the way towards the front of the bookstore. The two of you had been inside for almost two hours now, and so the journey to the front was a little long. Your list started to get ridiculous.
“You didn’t even tell me my boobs looked nice in this dress, and I bought a whole new bra just to be sure they did. So that makes you unobservant.”
Nanami turned purposefully, and unabashedly looked at your chest, “You’re right on that one. How did I miss that?”
You snorted, a completely unattractive sound, but you didn’t expect him to turn so quickly to look right at your chest. As you laughed he walked up to the counter and set down the books he’d been holding on to. Your eyes skipped from the books to him quizzically.
“You know, I’ve done something new with my hair and you didn’t even notice,” he said in his serious voice. You frowned and pulled back to look at him. His hair looked the same as always. You went to meet his gaze again but he was exchanging pleasantries with the cashier. His hair was as it always was, neatly combed and parted.
He glanced over after he gave the cashier his card. You still looked to be trying to figure out what was different about his hair, “I’m a lawyer remember? We lie.”
“You’re so rude,” you complained, hitting his arm.
“I’m sure I’ll find some way to make it up to you,” he said, a sense of pseudo boredom hung in his tone as he repeated your words from earlier.
This man was going to drive you absolutely crazy, you could just feel it in your bones, but you couldn’t help being turned on by his composure. He bought the books you’d been interested in and held your hand as you both walked outside. The walk to his car was pretty short and naturally he opened the passenger door for you before going around. You reached inside of your purse and grabbed your phone, noting there were a few messages from Kat.
Are you getting your back broken yet? You better be after you blew me off.
You’re not the only one who snagged someone from that dinner party you know? My match still wants to meet even though you’re a flake. Your guy better be hot as fuck.
You laughed at her messages before responding to her:
I’m on a date. I’m going to go get my guts rearranged shortly. I hope your guy is as good as the first time so you can stop being bitter.
The ride to Nanami’s place was accompanied by soft music playing over the radio and the occasional quip or observation that you made along the way. The quiet was charged with an exciting amount of tension though. While you looked out of the window at the passing city Nanami put a hand on your thigh. The hem of your ivory satin dress stopped at your knee, but his hand easily made it ride up. You relaxed your thigh, letting it fall open slightly as you looked from the window to his hand, and then up to him. His eyes were on the road, naturally, but his hand was still slowly crawling higher. His hands were warm, and his fingers wrapped around your inner thigh easily, pressing into your soft skin. If you had any shame at all, you might be ashamed about just how wet a simple touch like that made you, but honestly you’d been wet since he had you against the bookshelves. He kept moving his hand until his pinky was pressed right against the your sex, putting pressure right on your clit.
“Bet you want to grind yourself against my hand don’t you?” he said placidly.
“Yes, sir,” you breathed.
He squeezed your thigh once more firmly, “That’s too bad. Stay still.” You turned to stare straight ahead being as still as possible and staunchly ignoring the desire to squeeze your thighs together, or roll your hips. The, seemingly, random squeezes to your thigh made his finger lightly rub past your sex every time and it was a true struggle to stay completely still, You bit your lip and closed your eyes, forcing yourself to relax into the passenger seat. Logically, even when the two of you got to his place there was the lobby to walk through, and that long ass elevator ride. If you lost it now, you were in for some serious suffering later and you could feel it in your bones. He pulled into a parking spot in the parking garage and you waited for him to come around to your door and open it before getting out.
Honestly, you weren’t sure he could top last time. If it turned out to be anything like that first time, you would be grateful that it was Friday night and you might be able to sleep in tomorrow morning. Nanami held your hand again, leading you through the lobby, into the elevator for the longest ride of your life. Maybe it was kind of obnoxious to live so high up. Maybe it wasn’t fun or charming at all. You were getting impatient. He led the way out of the elevator and to the door, and he had it unlocked in record time. It was the only warning you got that perhaps Nanami was feeling just as impatient as you. However, it was too little too late, because the very minute the door was shut, he was crowding up against you until your back was against the door. It took you only a second to match his energy, throwing your arms around his neck, as he leaned down to kiss you.
His mouth moved against your insistently, much more desperate than the last time the two of you were together. It felt like he meant to eat you alive. He picked you up suddenly, which startled you. Your answering yelp made him laugh.
“I’ve got you, calm down,” he said before kissing your throat.
“You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet,” you joked, letting your hands slide from his shoulders, to his neck until your fingers were in his hair.
“This dress has been driving me crazy all night,” he grumbled, “The nerve of you to look like this when I had a whole night planned for us.”
“Sorry?” you apologized but you weren’t quite sure that you were sorry at all.
“Oh you will be.” He promised, holding you tighter as he took you away from the wall to walk to his bedroom. You occupied yourself with kissing the parts of him that had been on your mind since you laid eyes on him. First his jaw then down to his throat where you set your teeth against his pulse, testing to see how far he’d let you go before he stopped you. He did not stop you. You didn’t bite him because you wanted to hurt him, far from it in fact. There was something about the way he put you on edge with just a single look or a few words that just made you want to sink your teeth into him. It was primal, carnal, and a part of yourself that you didn’t wholly understand. But when your teeth bit into him he made a sound that could probably sustain you for the rest of your life if you found a way to bottle it up. You kissed away any of the hurt you might have caused, only to breathe in and catch the heavy scent of his cologne. He must spray it there directly.
His patience betrayed him once more before he could even get you to the bed. He was so close to it, but the way your lips felt against him was already maddening, and more than anything he wanted to be inside of you again. He could afford patience the first go around. He didn’t know what it was like to be between your thighs, to have you open up to him so easily. Nanami knew his vices, he knew them well. But you? You were bringing out the absolute worst in him and you had no idea.The things he would do to you given the chance, if he dared to ask, if he dared to let himself get more wrapped up in you than he already was. He detoured sharply, pressing you against another wall. Even in his haste he made sure not to hurt you. What I crime that would be, what a sin, to hurt such a soft sweet body… before you even begged him to.
“Kento,” you whined, as the hard buckle of his belt pressed right against you. To fix the problem you did your best to get your hands between the two of you so you could undo his belt.
“Mmhm,” he hummed, pressing his hips tighter against you so that you were stuck between him and the wall. It allowed him the leverage to use one hand. Naturally he would have to use that hand wisely.
You made a frustrated sound at him, as his new angle made it nearly impossible for you to unbuckle his belt. He grabbed your face, making you look into his eyes, and swiftly stopping any complaint you might have made before the words could even come to you. His gaze was steady, even when it was half-lidded.
“Don’t be impatient,” he chided, “Especially not after all that you’ve done tonight.”
“What did I do?” your voice was breathless but your question was genuine. You seemed to have no idea of the effect you had on him, which was uncanny to him. Sure, Nanami knew that he was quite composed, but you must have noticed his lack of composure at moments. He’d nearly risked taking you against that book shelf. The only thing that stopped him was the fleeting knowledge of how sound carried in old opera houses. They were literally built to catch even a whisper and send it to every corner of the room.
“Where should I start? This pretty face of yours is troublesome, especially when you look at me so innocently, like you don’t know what you’re capable of.” He thought of that first time, seeing your head bobbing in his lap, the warmth of your mouth, and the softness of your hands gripping him just right.
“Respectfully, Kento, you have no idea.”
“You’ve been holding back?” he asked and the intensity behind your gaze told him all that he needed to know, “That’s okay, sweet thing, I have too.”
Your eyes widened slightly only for him to roll his hips against yours, “I don’t want you to hold back,” you said.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Let me decide that. Please, please, Kento, I just want you so badly.”
He regarded you with a calculating expression for a moment before he let a sharp breath out through his nose. You truly had no idea what you were asking for, but he supposed he could enlighten you just a little. Would it be everything he had? No, but it would be enough, enough to decide something for him once and for all, something that had been on his mind all week.
You opened your mouth, presumably to beg some more, and he rolled his hips against you again just to watch your words devolve into a broken moan as you gripped his shoulder. The rounded edges of your nails dug into the heavy fabric of his suit jacket. At once, the amount of clothing he had on annoyed him, and even more upsetting were your clothes obstructing his view of your pretty body.
It should be a crime to be so beautiful. After seeing your form laid out for him, Nanami hardly found anything worth looking at in the way of art. He really just desired to see you, in any amount of lacy things, or better yet nothing at all. That thought was enough to get him to pull you in close so that he could move the short distance from the wall to the bed. He dropped you on the mattress, and immediately grabbed the hem of your dress, hastily tugging it up, but when the corset you layered over it got in the way he gave up, choosing instead to pull down your underwear.
All the while you hastily undid the hooks to get the corset off. His hands quickly replaced yours to do that too. You watched the drawn concentration on his face, and found yourself frozen under the intensity. Your dress was over your head and he was working on your bra. Just like last time though, he left your thigh highs on, his fingers worried the ruffled sheer trim as if he were admiring it, if only for a moment.
“Why am I the only one naked?” you complained.
“Hush.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you up on your knees. You knelt on the bed which nearly made you the same height as him since his bed was on risers. He took off his jacket as he looked you in the eyes. Then came the waist coat, and then the tie.
“Listen to me very carefully. I’m going to give you what you’re asking for, but if it becomes too much you can safe word out. I want you to think of a safe word.”
“… Banana.”
“Banana it is,” he agreed, “Lay back.”
You paused, “… I don’t want to squish my hair.”
He wanted to laugh at the fact that you thought your little hairstyle was going to survive tonight, but he supposed he couldn’t blame you for being naive to his ways. You didn’t know any better, but you would learn tonight.
“Alright, why do you get on your hands and knees then?”
You turned to do as he asked, letting your belly drop so that your back arched for him. His fingers immediately met your sex, petting through your wetness. His fingers found your clit without any hesitation, moving in quick circles that made you rock your hips back against him. Suddenly a heavy handed smack hit your ass, making it jiggle just a bit and you gasped.
“I didn’t say you could move,” he reminded taking his hand away from your sex.
You bit your lip, stifling a whine, “Sorry, sir.”
“I forgive you,” he murmured, “You don’t know how things work with me just yet, but I’ll clear that up. I’m taking care of you. All you have to do is take what I give you.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes, sir,” you corrected. You heard the jingle of his belt and resisted the urge to look over your shoulder, lest you disappoint him again. Soon enough, his fingers were back, this time pressing against your entrance, two to start out. He moved slowly, carefully pushing past any residual resistance. However, you were so turned on that he wasn’t met with much opposition.
He watched his fingers disappear inside of you, and the way that you gripped covers underneath your hands. You were obviously fighting the urge to move. Watching you try to be good for him made something stir in the pit of his stomach. He pushed his fingers in, letting his hand get heavy, pressing down against your spot as he pulled them back out. The sound of your wetness was palpable, truly music to his ears, and he was set on hearing much more. He went just a bit harder, listening to the sounds you made.
You were slowly going out of your mind, keeping your muscles locked in place so you wouldn’t fuck his fingers back. They felt heavy inside you, and despite the fact that you knew he couldn’t have more than two of his fingers inside of you at the moment, you felt full. And somehow completely and heartbreakingly unsatisfied as well. He kept fucking them into you, curling them just right to rub against your spot every time. He added a third finger, his strokes were slow, but firm, obviously trying to be sure he didn’t hurt you when he gave you what you wanted most. You bit your lip to keep from begging him to just fuck you already. He told you to take it, that’s what you would do.
He pulled his fingers out of you, when you were so wet, the back of his hand was covered in a good amount of your slick. He used his clean hand to open up the bedside table for a condom. He heard your breath hitch and couldn’t help his own smugness. You had no idea what was waiting for you, the way his patience had worn down to nothing, studying his own fingers, seeing how they became wetter and wetter everytime they plunged into you, and the way your warm wet heat, clenched around his digits. He’d lost his patience so long ago. He wouldn’t be satisfied now until you were crying out to him, crooning his name over and over again. He rolled on the condom and angled himself to meet your entrance.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him. He teased you, running the fat head of his cock against you, basically daring you to move with him, to step out of line. A desperate little whine escaped you, but you did not move, even as he rubbed against your clit, which was already swollen from arousal and aching with neglect. Then he was back at your entrance pressing in slowly. He made sure you felt every single inch, and the way he stretched your insides in spite of the fact that it hadn’t been that long since you had him and he’d just prepped you. The feeling it sent through your body was maddening. You couldn’t have made a sound if you wanted to. Once he was, presumably half way in (it felt like halfway), he snapped his hips forward making them clap against your ass. You gasped sharply, losing balance as you pitched forward.
“Stay down,” he ordered when you began to fall forward. He liked the way you looked at that angle anyway. He gripped your hip firmly as he continued his punishing pace, not bothering to ease you into it. You wanted him to go all out, he’d give you at taste of that, he’d give you a taste of what he could do to you, as retribution for making him feel the way he did. Two dates, two measly dates and there was something in him that wanted to ruin you so thoroughly that he’d never have to question if you’d come to him with a simple crook of his finger. He told you as much before, but that was easily written off as something said in the heat of the moment. It was anything but, it was a solemn promise, maybe even a threat, he didn’t know for sure if you should be worried yet. Or rather he wasn’t sure if he should be worried yet. At the moment, he couldn’t worry, too caught up in the sound of you crying out for him, and the sharp staccato smack every time he buried himself inside of you.
“Kento!” you cried out his name, hand involuntarily going back to press against him, to keep him from going too deep. It’s not that hurt. Good God it did anything but hurt. The sudden intensity was mind numbing, it was overwhelming, all encompassing, you’d tried to grit your teeth and bear it but it felt like he meant to quite literally rearrange your guts. He felt deep, especially with the steep arch of your back. His pace was relentless, driving you closer and closer to some unknowable precipice. Either you were going to come, or you were going to lose your mind completely, either way what bliss.
Your hand wound up glancing off of his hip and he grabbed it in a tight grip before spanking you again, “I told you to take it,” he growled at you mercilessly.
“Kento,” your answering whine was down right devastate and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
“That’s right, sweet thing, say my name. Maybe that’ll save you,” he mocked before spanking you once more. He pressed your wrist to your lower back holding you in place that way. He reached around to rub your clit. Your cries immediately became more desperate.
You bit the covers trying your best to withstand the sweet torture that he put your body through, relentlessly bullying into you. Maybe he was onto something when he said you had no idea what you were asking for. Your whole body was shaking as that coil inside of you wound tighter. When it snapped you cried out lately again pitching forward to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Nanami was not at all pleased with this. He smacked your ass again and said something that you barely even understood. Too much was going on. His thrusts did not stop and you still found yourself shying away, being driven across the bed. Even with just one had you clawed in to the soft covers on the bed trying to drag your body away from him just for the slightest bit of relief. If he let up just a little you could think, you could breathe, maybe you could even call your soul back to your body. He huffed an annoyed sound before he followed you, kneeling on the bed and therefore putting himself closer than before. He then used the hand not holding your wrist to grab your shoulder and haul you up. You knelt in front of him your back to his chest as he continued fucking up into you. Then his large hand curled around your throat.
“Don’t fucking run from me,” he growled in your ear, “This is what you wanted, so you’re going to take it. Be a good girl and take it.”
“Yes!” You moaned.
“You like that? You like being my good girl?”
“Yes! Yes, please!”
“Go faster?” He guessed, a teasing lilt to his tone, before doing as he said. Your gasp got caught in you throat before you could even say anything. He groaned a pleased sound
“Kento!” You whined.
He started chasing his high as he felt you shaking in his arms. You felt utterly suspended by the pleasure, bouncing with his movements, and the resulting movement of the bed. You couldn’t tell if your eyes were open or closed. Your brain couldn’t focus enough to see. All it could focus on was the raw feeling of him moving inside of you. Your orgasm had opened up whole new depths inside of you. It was paralyzing, earth shattering, and you wanted more. He pushed you down suddenly, making you fall flat on your stomach. For just a second he wasn’t as deep and it allowed you to breathe, not that you used that breath for anything good.
“Kento, please, don’t stop. Fuck me, please, I need it.”
He groaned feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at your cries. let go of your wrist in favor of lifting your hips at just the right angle so that he could plow deep inside of you. Your sobbing moans were the only thing in his head. The way your voice jumped and jolted with each hard thrust kept him going. It kept him pushing past the heavy erratic contraction of your your sex. Wrapped up in you heavy moans he spanked you again, loving the loud yell it caused. He chuckled, not because it was particularly funny, but because it felt good. You felt good. And he could feel his release right there, so close and any second-
Wetness suddenly splashed against his hips and your sex locked down on him like a vice as you cried out a long heavy moan until you were utterly breathless. Nanami cursed, alarmed by your sudden tightness and the intensity of his own orgasm. He pressed in deep, hips stuttering through half formed thrusts as he came inside of the condom. The strength in his arms was beginning to wane and so he hastily pulled out of you so he could fall to the side instead of on top of you. From the sound of your gasping breaths you were having trouble as it was.He gave himself a few minutes to recover before moving. He disposed of the condom and looked back to see that you were still lying there on your stomach
He called your name, softly, “Are you alright?”
“So good. So perfect,” you breathed. Nanami let out a relieved breath before swatting your ass with barely even half strength.
“Thought I broke you.”
“Gonna take a little more than that, Kento,” you sighed happily.
“Come on let’s get you cleaned up.”
You pushed up on shaky limbs and Nanami helped you out, heaping praise on you as he picked you up. If you weren’t already floating on cloud nine all of his flattery would have done it for you. You’d actually been smart enough to pack some overnight stuff in your purse this go around and so you had a bonnet to cover your head and the proper things to take off your makeup and wash your face. By the time you got back in bed you were sleepy.
When you settled in bed against his chest you spoke, “Can we sleep in and fuck again whenever we wake up?”
“My whole Saturday is yours if you want it, I’ll fuck you awake and back to sleep if you want it,” he said this so succinctly as if it were a matter of scientific fact. His tone made you giggle.
“Good,” you said, stretching out your limbs before putting your leg over him, “Will you cook breakfast for me again?”
“Of course.”
“You really are spoiling me. I’ll be a monster by the end of this.”
He didn’t respond, but instead started rubbing the thigh that you slung over his waist. His hand went all the way up to caress your thigh before going back down again. You fell asleep not too long after he started doing that. Nanami stayed awake quite a bit longer thinking and planning.
As promised the two of you wound up going a couple of rounds first thing in the morning, once in bed and once in the shower. Soon enough you were sitting in the kitchen watching him cook. There was a certain novelty to seeing Nanami outside of a clean cut suit. He was wearing a band shirt, but it wasn’t a band you recognized. It wasn’t thread bare but you could tell it had been well loved. Seeing Nanami in black was even more striking, and seeing him in sweatpants at the same time made him a real feast for the eyes. Nanami wasn’t overly invested in his own hotness. You could tell he knew he was attractive, that knowledge just seemed to be enough for him. He didn’t need to do unreasonable things like cook bacon without a shirt to sell a fantasy. He looked soft in his t-shirt and sweatpants, utterly relaxed. He set a plate in front of you before assembling his own breakfast and taking a seat at the kitchen table as well. You sipped coffee from a fancy glass mug. It came from an equally fancy espresso machine.
“How long before you kick me out?” You asked cheekily, but you were a little serious. The last thing you wanted to do was overstay your welcome.
“The better question is how long before you want to leave.”
“No, because I’ll just move in. This is a nice place you’ve got here, and the in-home chef is easy on the eyes,” you teased.
“I have work Monday morning so you’d have to be okay alone for eight hours.”
“Wait… you’d let me stay that long?”
“Mmhm. I like your company.” He turned to look at you then and therefore caught your little answering grin. It was absolutely darling.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, “Can we watch Planet Earth Together? I think you’d like it.”
“Sure, have you seen it before?”
“I’ve seen a couple of episodes.”
He nodded absently.
When you settled on the sofa to watch it, Nanami pulled you right into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and watched the documentary series over your shoulder. At first it was hard to concentrate, sitting on top of his strong thighs with his equally strong arms wrapped around you. To make matters worse he would kiss your neck and shoulder randomly. At first it put you on edge with anticipation, but when two episodes passed with no rapid escalation you just relaxed against him, graciously accepting the affection. He had freely admitted that he wanted relationship stuff without the relationship, being boo’d up was to be expected.
It wasn’t so bad. You couldn’t even remember the last time you were just held. Or the last time someone touched you because it just felt nice to do it, especially not over your stomach. He really seemed to just enjoy your softness. He was well behaved for a three and a half episodes but you supposed even he could get distracted. His hands wandered, going up your torso slowly, obviously giving you a chance to tell him “no” or wiggle away.
“Go on,” you said when his hands paused on your ribs. His hands kneaded the soft squishy flesh of your breasts, trapping your nipples between his fingers to pinch them. The documentary was immediately forgotten. You let your head lull back against his shoulder, pressing your chest into his hands. The action put an arch in your back and gave you the leverage you needed to slowly rock your hips in his lap. Your legs fell on either side of his, and he opened his legs wider, moving his hands for just a brief moment to grab your hips and line you up just right against your hard on. Before you could get any bright ideas his hands were back on your breasts, kneading them harshly. He kissed your neck, whispering sweet nothing in your ear between kisses, telling you how beautiful you were, how he liked how soft your tits were, how you were the most perfect woman he’d ever laid eyes on.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re stupid with it,” he promised and because you were already stupid for him, you begged him to do it. The fourth episode ended and you were bouncing in his lap, too fucked out to think, barely able to breathe as he drove the air out of your lungs every time he hit the end of you. Needless to say, he made good on his promise to fuck you any way you wanted.
You left Sunday morning. You had job interviews Monday morning, much to Nanami’s chagrin. It was funny to you, just how grumpy he got when you told him you needed to go home. He made no effort to hide it at all. The stubborn frown on his face when you started getting dressed to leave was prominent the entire time.
“I gotta earn a living, Kento,” you laughed, “I’d love to just be a pair of open legs for you, but money makes the world go round.”
“You’re not just a pair of legs. You’re a friend attached to those legs.” He asserted thinking of the way that the two of you did eventually make it back around to finishing up Planet Earth and how you kept him company while he cooked meals for the two of you. It was as he suspected from the beginning, cooking was better when there were was someone else to feed as well as himself. And you were so easy to please. All it took was good food, some banter, and the books he bought you from the book store. Being with you didn’t exhaust him… well… your company didn’t exhaust him. He knew himself to be quite introverted, but your company did not feel like a chore. It was a rare treat to find someone like that, but it was probably because you were content to sit quietly in your own thoughts instead of constantly demanding your attention.
“Aw, thanks,” you said sarcastically and you caught his little smirk at that.
“I can just drive you home, if you’re comfortable with me knowing where you live.”
“Well I didn’t care until you said it like that. Should I be worried about you knowing where I live?”
He scoffed, “Maybe. What’ll it be?”
“I’ll take the ride.”
He nodded and was silent for a moment before scrunching his nose, “Are you sure you have to go?”
“Yes,” you laughed, “Plus, distance makes the heart grow fonder. You’d get sick of me.”
“I doubt that, but it can’t be helped. Come on,” he sighed, going towards the door. You followed after him and he led the way down to the parking garage. You were a bit sad to be going too. How were you supposed to go back to cooking for yourself? And not having sex multiple times a day? You thought about the subtle soreness between your legs and thought maybe it was for the best you were getting a break. Nanami was borderline insatiable. Also, you’d low key been ignoring your friends. You’d answered a couple of your messages but not nearly with your usual frequency.
When he pulled up at your complex you went to open the car door but then paused. You heard Nanami chuckle and his seatbelt click.
“You’re a faster learner,” he congratulated before opening his own door to get out. He came around and opened the passenger side door. You got out and paused.
“Thank you for another awesome, albeit long, date,” you said, not really knowing how to say goodbye after spending a whole weekend fucking this man. It wasn’t that you hadn’t done this before, it was just that you didn’t usually feel so comfortable with someone so quickly.
“Thank you for keeping me company.”
You nodded, “Do we shake hands? Or-“
“Come here,” he crooked his finger at you and you took a step forward before he simply took you in his arm and kissed you. It wasn’t a simple kiss either, it was slow and borderline nasty. It felt so natural to be in his arms at this point that you forgot you were in public. When he pulled away you blinked, dazed by the kiss.
“I’ll see you soon. Now go, before I change my mind.”
You nodded a beat late, “Right, um bye.” You turned on your heel before going up the stairs to your apartment building.
Summary: You go to a fancy dinner party at your best friend’s behest only to realize it’s not your normal dinner party. It’s an engagement where very wealthy find other who match their more… carnal sexual desires. With the promise of fancy rich people food you press on only to meet the serious yet charming Kento Nanami whose motivations for attending the soiree are similar to yours. However a night of good company and conversation leads to much, much more.
Warnings: Porn with plot, NSFW, Minors do not interact, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, blowjobs, dom/sub dynamics, service dom Nanami, a sub who’s a pleaser
A/N: Alright, I know I said Nanami was going to get a Pride and Prejudice series but I’m a slut so this is what happened instead. I also said that I would never put out a series before I finished it again… but I’m a liar too so here we are. This series keeps going as long as you all keep engaging with it. So if you want a part 2 speak up!
It started out as a joke. It all started as something you and a friend were doing in jest. You didn’t have anything else to do, so you figured what the hell when a mutual friend invited you to a dinner party for the very wealthy. Your friend, Kat, was calling it kinky speed dating. Apparently rich people usually used these parties to hook up, so it was a chance to meet people who were into various things, everything from men who liked to be dominated, to women who could send ping pong balls across the room without using their hands. It was a Saturday night, you were freshly unemployed and you had very little to lose. At the very least, it would be a free meal and a story to tell later.
Oddly enough it was a pretty fancy event. It gave you a reason to wear that dress at the back of your closet that you bought on a whim only to realize it was too fancy to just wear out. It was black and the plunging neckline was deep enough to show off your cleavage but still get away with wearing a bra. You wore pumps by necessity, the dress was just too long not to wear heels.
“Damn, you look good,” Kat said when she came to pick you up.
You looked at her, she too wore black, but her dress was strapless, and made her tall figure look even more voluptuous, “You too. Are you actually taking this thing seriously?”
She shrugged, “I’m hoping I’ll run into a pay pig.”
You nodded slowly, “I’m just hoping for a nice meal, that’s it.”
“You better pray for a pay pig too,” she said as you locked your apartment door. You huffed a rueful laugh. Maybe she was right. You weren’t overly worried about your jobless state. You had a good resume and a degree in a great field. You would find work. You just didn’t want to deal with the daily BS of a 9 to 5. At the end of the day, you simply did not dream of labor.
The venue was nice, nicer than you expected. Almost… too nice. You’d been expecting an average person’s fancy meet up, this seemed like a big deal. You were happy that you overdressed. It was well lit inside, which was surprising until you signed a Non Disclosure Agreement. So there were people with reputations in here, the kind of people who would pay a pretty penny to be sure no one breathed a word of this meeting. Some small worried part of your brain wondered if this might be a set up. You stuck close to your friend as she ventured towards the bar, where there were a few bartenders serving up drinks.
“Open bar,” Kat mused as you both stood there, “They got money, money.”
“Mmhm, so have some decorum for once in your life. At least until I eat some rich people food.”
Your mutual friend came over, her eyes were wide with excitement upon seeing the two of you there. She gave you both name tags and a tablet with a questionnaire on it. You sipped your mixed drink while you looked over the paper.
“So glad you two could make it. You two even out our numbers. We had a few last minute cancellations, so you’re really saving my ass here,” she said.
“No prob, Ness. When is food happening? If there’s no food, I’m out.”
“There is food. I’ll send a waiter right over with some hors d'oeuvres for you two. Once you fill out your questionnaire you’ll be matched with someone who you’re most compatible with. You’ll have dinner with them.”
You looked at the screen as you sipped more of your drink, only to nearly choke at the first question: During sex do you find yourself in a leading or following role?
“Straight to the point isn’t it?”
“The people here have very specific tastes,” Ness said, “Look, you don’t have to go home with anyone, you can dine and dash for all I care. Just have dinner.”
You nodded emphatically, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You filled out the questionnaire, had a few hors d'oeuvres and bided your time. Before long your tablet dinged with a message. It gave you a table to go to. The large room, you realized, acted more as a foyer and you followed the flow of people going to the back towards a hallway. You found your room first. There was a set of four tables in the room, and you noticed the table with your number on it and sat down. The questionnaire wasn’t all about bedroom stuff, there was a good amount of personality based questions so you might just get along with the person you were paired with, at least you’d get along long enough to enjoy dinner. You heard the door open again and another set of people came in. You didn’t turn to see who. It was obvious that the whole point of this setup was to keep things as private as possible. There were dark heavy looking curtains separating each table. to help with privacy. However you looked up immediately when someone came towards your table. He was tall; you noticed that first. You had to crane your head all the way back to look at him. Next he was… broad, probably fit. His shoulders were just something else to look at. Match that with the way his waist nipped in and you realized just how fit he must be underneath that suit. The suit was nice, well-fitted, in fact it was perfect. Almost as perfect as his neatly combed and gelled blond hair. Not a hair out of place, or a wrinkle on his clothes to be found. What a perfectly put together man. He pulled out his chair and sat across from you revealing a face that was more than just handsome but truly visually interesting. He had high sharp cheekbones that hollowed his cheeks quite a bit. His eyes studied you with similar appraisal, even if they looked subtly tired. You might have said bored, if his gaze wasn’t dancing over your form with obvious interest. No, the man in front of you was not bored, not in the least. You wondered if he worked on weekends.
“Hello,” he said politely, “Y/N L/N?” He extended his hand to you.
That was a part of the survey, “Yes, and you are Kento Nanami.” You said his whole name as you put your hand in his, expecting a handshake. Instead he took your hand and kissed your knuckles like you were some kind of beautiful young maiden on the village square. It seemed far more gentlemanly than you expected from a man in this crowd. Your whole face went hot at the gesture.
“I am. You’ll have to excuse me saying it, but you don’t seem like the type to seek out these kinds of parties.”
“What gave me away?” you chuckled.
“Your answers,” he said, holding up the tablet with one hand. You could hardly believe it was the same model they gave you. His hands made it look much smaller. You turned to your own tablet that you’d discarded on the table without another thought.
“Wait, I could have seen your answers?”
He nodded, “So what are you here for, if not the theme of this gathering.”
“Honestly?”
“I do appreciate honesty.”
“Well then, my friend promised me a great meal if I came to this thing. I’m sure you’re a great guy, but my primary motivation is the food.”
“Then we are the same,” he sat back in his chair, obviously pleased by this discovery.
The serious way in which he announced this made you smile, “You’re here for the food too?”
“Yes, a… friend of mine said there would be great food, and he promised to leave me alone about my sex life if I came here.”
“Either you despise this friend of yours, or he’s your best friend,” you laughed.
“Two things can be true at once.”
His answer made you laugh again. Despite his serious disposition, you could tell he meant to make you laugh. There was a sense of satisfaction in his gaze as he regarded your laughter. He had such warm brown eyes, especially for a man with such a serious appearance.
“Okay, so what is it that we do while we wait for this ‘amazing food’,” you air quoted, “I imagine everyone else is talking about their questionnaire.”
“We can still do that. I have a few questions about your answers.”
“Oh?”
“Mmhm,” he picked up the tablet and read off one of your answers, “You said that you simply did not dream of labor.”
“I don’t. I’m good at a lot of things, but I have no real desire to exploit my talents for this capitalist hellscape we live in.”
He hummed, “And what do you do for money?”
“Until very recently? I was a columnist.”
“Did you quit or get fired?”
“Fired. My boss and I didn’t get along. We just couldn’t seem to see eye to eye. He kept looking everywhere but my eyes, you know?”
“And you were fired because?”
“Because I made a complaint… well not officially. Talent reviews came around after I made my complaint and suddenly I wasn’t a team player.”
Nanami nodded slowly, “You might have a case there. Lawsuits like that are pretty easy to win if you’ve got proof of a timeline.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Funny you should say that. I’ve got a folder on my desktop full of screenshots of inappropriate behavior. So what are you, a lawyer?”
He nodded, “I know someone who specializes in cases like yours. She’s young but she’s great at her job.”
“Interesting. I might need her number.” You looked down at his answers as they loaded on your tablet, “Alright, so to you, Mr. Nanami, you said that you called yourself a foodie. Does that just mean you like to eat?”
“I enjoy cooking as well, but it’s hard to rationalize spending much time on it when I’m only cooking for myself, though,” he shrugged.
“You look like a man with good taste, you’ve got to be able to make more than a simple alfredo.”
“You would be right. I’ve taken culinary classes. I’m a great cook. I’m best at Japanese cuisine, but I’m no stranger to Italian,” he said, obviously looking at your list of favorite foods. It was only now occurring to you that that question might have been kink related.
“I’m not picky about my carbs.”
“I have a weakness for carbs as well. Unfortunately I’m not the best baker, but I can make pasta.”
“I can bake,” you said matter-of-factly, “I bake better than I cook actually.”
He raised his eyebrows in an expression of true interest. It was different from the polite human interest he afforded. Now he seemed to be truly engaged.
“Waaait, the bread thing isn’t a kink is it?” you asked.
You actually made him laugh that time, “No, it’s not. I like bread in a very… non-sexual way.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could handle anyone using a loaf I spent forever kneading, and proofing for anything other than its intended purpose.”
“Already considering baking for me,” he teased.
Your face was on fire again, “Well, you seemed very interested. I figured I’d humor you for the sake of conversation.”
A waiter came by to set a bottle of wine on the table. It was your preferred flavor. Then they sat a glass closer to Nanami before he poured your glass. Once they left, you inquired about Nanami’s drink.
“Whiskey.”
“Ooo manly,” you cooed.
He hummed, “I’m not surprised by the dessert wine either.”
You supposed he had a point. You weren’t exactly breaking any stereotypes, “Alright, you got me there.”
Conversation was easy, easier than you ever found it with a man. Ironically, your problem with men was the way they could turn an innocent conversation sexual at the drop of a dime. Nanami was actively doing the opposite. In an environment where it was expected of the two of you to be talking about sex, the two of you were doing anything but. It was fun. You thought maybe he was having fun too. You talked easily as time passed. You playfully slid him the basket of fresh bread.
“Knock yourself out,” you smiled, “I had an ungodly amount of hors d'oeuvres.”
“Thank you. Are you always this generous?”
You shook your head, “No, not at all. I’m actually quite selfish when it comes to food. Consider yourself lucky. I guess I’m feeling grateful I was paired up with a charming dinner date. I was really ready to suffer in the name of fancy food and free drinks. Saying it out loud to someone who isn’t invested in convincing me to be here is revealing just how badly this could have gone for me.”
He nodded, “Yes, I have to say the same. I was ready to dodge some rabid woman’s ceaseless advances.”
You snorted, “Mmhm, you probably have to beat the ladies off of you with a stick. You walk in with your nice suit and your shiny cufflinks, without a hair out of place, I can only imagine the kind of attention you get.”
He paused in the middle of chewing to narrow his eyes at you. You smiled at his skepticism. You were finding that you were actually a little bit curious about his other answers, the ones you couldn’t spin in an innocent direction.
“The audacity of you, Mr. Nanami,” you teased with a smile, “Acting like we don’t know about the other answers on this survey.”
“I thought we were here for the food,” he said when his mouth wasn’t full anymore.
You shrugged, “What can I say, you charmed me. We can at least talk about the other things, you know if you want. If not, it’s no big deal.”
He paused thinking it over, “What answer caught your eye?”
Your answering grin almost hurt your cheeks, “Spanking. You weren’t very specific. Are we talking, belts, crops, floggers-”
“Open palm. I prefer open palm.”
“Me too,” you breathed.
“Mmhm, it’s almost as if this was a compatibility test,” He said before tearing off another piece of bread to eat.
“Well there are things I said nothing about. Like ropes. I said absolutely nothing about them.”
“But you didn’t say no to them, that would be a talking point.”
“Oh… well then, not off the bat, but maybe after some trust was built I might be open to trying things like that. I actually… don’t see anything here that I wouldn’t be open to trying. Possible punishment… multiple orgasms? Sir, is this really a punishment?”
“Trust me, it can be.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, still skeptical, “If you say so, I know what punishment I’d want.”
He only smiled in response. You continued to carry the conversation while Nanami enjoyed the bread. Drinking loosened your tongue a bit, until you were no longer shy to talk about things on your own list.
“I think I might like to be choked, as long as you don’t surprise me with it. I had a guy go straight to that out of nowhere.”
“Horrifying.”
“Very. I saw my life flash before my eyes. But I lived to tell the tale.”
“You know, I can’t decide if coming to this thing for free food is admirable or stupid on you part.”
“I didn’t put down a degradation kink,” you grumbled.
“I didn’t mean to offend,” he chuckled, “but these things could be dangerous for a woman… specifically a non dominant woman.”
“Well, every interaction with a man is dangerous when you’re a woman. At least I get fancy food out of this interaction.”
“Hm, you’re right. So it’s admirable. For the record, I don’t enjoy doing anything my partner hasn’t given me explicit consent to do,” he said seriously.
“I see that,” you nodded, but you gave him a little smile, “you have non-consent as a hard no.”
He returned your expression, “You do too.”
You wrinkled your nose, “It’s almost like it was a compatibility test.”
Conversation was a bit sparse as the main course came and you were allowed a moment to think things over. Were you really thinking about this? Maybe just for a night. He was handsomeand sweet in a very deadpan way. There was just something about him that you liked. It was probably the most you ever laughed on a date. You told him about Kat and how she talked you into this situation and he told you about his friend, Gojo, when a particularly loud laugh interrupted the relatively dull roar of conversations. There were curtains on either side of you, so you couldn’t see the other tables, but when he heard the laugh he sighed.
“That’s my friend.”
“Well he sounds like he’s having a great time.”
“He’s probably laughing at his own joke.”
You snorted, before devolving into giggles, “Do you really think?”
“Oh I know.”
“I laugh at my own jokes all the time. I think I’m hilarious.”
“I actually believe that you’re funny. He is not.”
“Mm, so what happens now. Dessert?” You asked.
“… There is an actual dessert, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Mmhm, ugh after eating all of this I’m going to be useless. Do other people take their matches home after all this? I think I’d get a stomach cramp.”
“Some people are into that kind of thing,” he said dryly.
You looked at him, narrowed your eyes and then slowly turned your gaze to the tablet as if you were checking his answers to see if he was one of those people. He laughed at that.
“I’m not one of those people. If I’m honest, I just thought we would exchange numbers.”
“That works for me.”
“What are you doing next weekend?”
“I’m free Friday and Saturday. Take out your phone. I’ll give you my number. You can give me the details.”
“Excellent.”
~
Kat was over the moon about the fact that your night ended in you getting someone’s number. She went home with the guy she met and spent all of Sunday brunch singing his praises. She wasn’t sure if she’d see him again, but you could kinda tell she was hoping she did. Still she was more excited that you were meeting up with Nanami.
“I didn’t even know dates were on the table!” Kat exclaimed.
“Did you ask?”
“…No. The man was drop dead gorgeous. I was just trying to get in his pants.”
“Well my match was a proper gentleman… who was also there for the food, but we hit it off. He’s taking me to a gallery.”
“Bitch, if you just found your soulmate Ness is going to demand to be maid of honor at your wedding.”
“Katrina, it is one date. Damn, aren’t we getting just a little ahead of ourselves?”
“Oh come on, it’s a little romantic isn’t it?”
“I’m just hoping to maybe get my back blown out one good time. Anything that happens after that is just a plus.”
The gallery was a new art installation, neutral ground for the two of you to meet and decide once and for all if the chemistry you had at that party was still there. The two of you texted a bit in between then and now and the vibes were still good, Nanami was just a busy man and he couldn’t be on the phone with you all the time, though his response times after work were promising, up until like ten when you were sure that he went to sleep. He seemed to have old man tendencies, which you loved. You couldn’t be bothered to stay up all night with anyone and you weren’t even that old. To be fair neither was Nanami but it seemed like you both had old people tendencies despite your age.
“So you write?” Nanami said.
“I write, but I always thought I’d write fiction… not use my imagination to fuel the machine you know? They say I’m a good columnist, but I don’t think I’m anything special. I’m more proud of my fiction.”
“I’d say you’re a brilliant columnist.”
You glanced away from the statue in front of you to look up at him, “You read my work?”
“I was curious. I like to see things for myself, and I am determined that no agency in their right mind would get rid of you from a talent standpoint.”
“Right, because you told me I had a case.”
“Mmhm, and I believe it more after reading your work.”
You hummed, stopping to study the lithe form of a woman shrouded in a veil that looked so real you almost forgot it was all marble. It was such a beautiful piece.
“Well thank you. How about you, did you always dream of being a lawyer?”
He shrugged. “I’m good at it. If I have to do something, I would rather do what suits me. And the pay is good.”
“Hm, prosecutor or defense?”
“Defense. I hate working with cops.” He said the last sentence with so much conviction you could only guess that there was a story there. You found that you quite liked pulling Nanami’s stories out of him. He wasn’t of the natural disposition to spend a very long time talking about himself. However, with the proper motivation you found that you could get him talking.
“That’s what I’m talking about. See? I knew I liked you.” You laughed.
He scoffed, but seemed pleased by your approval nonetheless. He looked away from you to study another sculpture giving you a chance to study him a bit. Did he have any idea how his jawline put the carved marble around you to shame. Michelangelo, himself, would have taken Nanami as his muse. His bone structure was just a thing of beauty. It was almost rude to the art to have him walking about flaunting his perfection like that. You wondered if he was a bottle blond and if you’d be disappointed or impressed if he was. Blond was a bold voluntary choice, you were sure that his hair’s lightness sharpened his features even more. It was a striking look, but you supposed even if it was natural it took a good eye for style to know to leave well enough alone.
“So you’re a lawyer with an eye for art, good food, and you’re single how?” you struck up conversation again as you stood in front of a tall abstract piece.
He shrugged, “The process of dating is tedious and I’m picky.”
You understood that well enough. You’d been single for some time all because you hated dating. You hated going out with men you didn’t really know and having them disappoint you even though you didn’t expect much to begin with. It was exhausting.
“If I’m honest, and I hope you won’t think ill of me for being straightforward, I don’t really have the time to maintain a solid relationship.”
“Mm, so what’s this date for,” you asked patiently.
“You can think about it as an… audition.”
“Ooh, you’re one of those,” you sighed. Your shoulders slumped a bit. This was the part of things where he disappointed you. Well, at least you got to see some nice art.
“What do you mean?”
“A ‘high-value’ alpha male. Are you about to ask me what I bring to the table?” You stopped walking, turning so that you were right in front of him and could look him in the eye. There was genuine confusion in his gaze as he looked down at you.
“That would be a stupid question. I asked you on the date… I’m not asking you to prove yourself that way… and that alpha male study on wolves was debunked years ago. Look, I value both of our time, so here is what I’m trying to figure out about you: I want to know if you’re the kind of woman who can handle a mutually beneficial relationships without emotional attachment… beyond a friendship.”
You blinked at him, “You’re looking for a friend with benefits?”
“I suppose, but I’d actually enjoy a friendship with you. Most engagements like that don’t actually involve much friendship despite the name”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “It’s like I made you in a lab.”
“So you’re looking for the same.”
You nodded before you turned on your heel to keep walking, “It’s going to sound complicated but… I always thought that if I could just find someone to exclusively have sex with, maybe cuddle on the weekends, and the two of us weren’t having sex with anyone else then I could be happy with that level of companionship. I like my personal space, and room to think. I’m kinda uninterested in the games people play with one another. What I’m saying is… I’ve been looking for a straightforward person.”
“Then our meeting was incredibly serendipitous.”
“Or maybe it was a very good compatibility test.”
“Maybe so… do you want to get out of here?”
You looked around the gallery as if you were really considering staying before answering, “Dunno, are we going to bang if we do?”
He pulled in a slow breath and took a moment to look playfully disappointed with you, before he answered, “Depends, do you have up to date STD and STI testing results.”
Your eyes widened and you slowly reached out to poke his chest, “God, you’re so lifelike. But you just don’t seem real.”
“Is that a good or a bad thing?”
“Good, very good, I got a check up when you scheduled this date… you know just in case. I’ve got my results on my phone. You?”
He nodded, “I got tested before I proposed the date. Let’s get out of here then.”
Nanami’s place made your apartment look like a run down hovel. The front lobby alone was something to marvel at, though you had sense enough not to gawk. You walked beside him, enjoying the companionable yet charged silence between the two of you. There was something… subtly intimidating about him. Maybe it was his comfort with silence and his lack of boasting. Any other man would be regalling you with information about how hard it was to get into a place like this, and how he made more than enough to support his lifestyle. In fact, another man might have told you right off the bat that he lived in a luxurious high rise. Nanami’s displays of wealth were far more subtle and not even displays. They were just a byproduct of him. His watch was shiny and deceptively simple. You’d dated a guy once who was really into watches and he used to lust over one watch, the one on Nanami’s wrist. It was a Tag Heuer- Carrera edition. It was a $4000 watch and it appeared to just be his everyday watch. Then there was his cologne. It was more apparent in the elevator now that you were standing so close to him in a closed area. It was intoxicating, masculine for sure, but more of a clean scent than anything. It was refreshing, with the light musk the many masculine fragrances had. It made you want to press your nose into his neck and get a big whiff.
You peered up at the climbing numbers, wondering just how high up the two of you were going to go. As it kept climbing you looked at Nanami only to realize he was looking straight at you. You raised an eyebrow in questioning.
“I’m trying to remember if I told you how beautiful you look tonight, but I can’t remember.”
Your face flushed, “Oh… um I think you did.”
“Hm, well it bears repeating. You are stunning. I like you in pearls.”
You were wearing a pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings that you won from Ness in a bet. It was perhaps the most expensive jewelry you owned, aside from a couple of things your grandmother gave to you before she passed. You touched the earrings trying to curb your own smile at his compliment.
“Thank you. You’re quite beautiful too,” you offered when you recovered enough to respond.
He scoffed, “Thank you.”
The elevator dinged and you didn’t get to look at the floor number before the door opened. You followed Nanami out into the quiet hallway. You looked around and noticed that the only other door on this side floor looked to be a fire exit and maybe a storage closet. He opened the door to his place and let you walk in first. You noticed the shoes at the doorway and took off your pumps at the door. It felt weird to even set your shoes next to what were probably thousand dollar dress shoes, but you tried not to dwell on it for long and just be glad that you decided to wear thigh highs with your dress. You hated the way tights could roll up on your stomach. It was aggravating to say the very least, so thigh highs and garters were your solution to that problem.
“Can I make you a drink?” he asked while you looked out on the far side of the… well penthouse. It was a penthouse with a view of the whole city through floor to ceiling windows. Well, you knew he had an eye for pleasing aesthetics.
“What do you have?” you asked, tearing your gaze from the view.
“Quite a bit, but you don’t strike me as someone with a taste for scotch.”
“You’re right about that. Any tequila?”
“Yes, actually. I’ve got all the ingredients for a tequila sunrise if that appeals to you.”
“Sounds great.”
The penthouse had an open design. It was a bachelor pad in the best possible way. It was clean, well put together and the simple yet well thought out design was refreshing to look at. His furniture was mostly neutral tones, with an obvious preference for shades of brown and cream together. There were pops of blue about and it was surprisingly complimentary. There was a bar that separated the kitchen and living room area. You took a seat and watched him discard his suit jacket on the back of the bar chair beside you before going behind the bar himself.
You took the chance to go through your phone and produce your clinic results. What better time to talk about your status than over drinks, right? You paused, watching him neatly fold his sleeves up until they were at his elbow, revealing strong forearms. It was hot. It was hotter than it had any right to be, especially paired with his waistcoat. The suit jacket was really hiding just how built he was.
He made your drink with expert precision that made you wonder if he’d ever worked at a bar before. You didn’t care to break the silence, or interrupt the view you had as he shook the orange juice and tequila mixture, seeing the subtle flex of the muscles in his forearms and the way his sleeves strained just a bit around his biceps. Why the hell did a lawyer need to be this fit?
“So clean you could eat off me,” you said when he stopped shaking the mixture, holding your phone out to him. He leaned in a bit more to look at the screen and you were immediately distracted by the sharp cut of his jawline. You could only imagine how good he’d look if you were on your knees. It was not often that you immediately jumped to being on your knees, but there was something about Nanami.
He set the cocktail shaker aside before grabbing his own phone to find his own results. He set it on the bar for you and you looked at the results, reading it over thoughtfully.
“Clean as a whistle I’d like to blow,” you winked at him as you caught his gaze.
He smirked, “I might take you up on that.” He focused on pouring grenadine into the bottom of the cup, which was a bit different than how you usually saw people do it. Next there was the ice, then the orange juice and tequila. He gave it a short stir, before setting the glass down on the bar in front of you.
He poured his own drink. It was some kind of brown liquor that he drank neat. You sipped at the drink he made for you and you were happy to say it was perfect.
“I know our first impressions of each other exposed us to move our… desires more than other people normally do, but for the first night let’s keep it simple.
“You mean vanilla?”
“I mean, we’ll find what we both like. Just feel it out.”
“This is still part of the audition, huh?” you teased.
“That was a poor choice of words on my part,” he chuckled, “But we’re just figuring out what works, but I have a good feeling about you.”
You cocked your head to one side, “What does that mean, Mr. Nanami?”
“I’m usually a good read of character, and I can tell that we’re going to get along just fine.”
“Right, that’s what makes you a good enough lawyer to afford a place like this.”
He shrugged, “It doesn’t hurt.” He took a sip and licked his lips absently. His lips were a pretty shade of pink, that you couldn’t wait to kiss.
“So, tell me this, Kento, in your plan for this thing,” you gestured between the two of you, “What’s on the table?”
“What are you interested in? I prefer to take the lead, only because I’m particular.”
“I like that, I’m indecisive. I don’t know where to start.”
“Oh? What are your options?” He asked, coming around the bar to sit beside you.
“Um, well… I’ve been thinking about you kissing me.”
“That’s chaste.”
You pouted, “Well I already said I wanted to blow you.”
“You did and I am okay with that, and you can have a kiss.”
“Just one?”
“As many as you want,” he indulged you, “I have things I’m interested in, and you can tell me what interests you out of that list.”
You brought your drink up to your lips for liquid courage and to help with the sudden dryness in your mouth, “Oh? Is it a long list?”
“Not terribly, at least, not in the case of foreplay. In general, the list is quite long,” he paused for a moment and you noticed him looking at you, “I’ll admit, I’ve been wanting to kiss you, and I do think you’d make a pretty picture on your knees, but I think the view from between your thighs might be better. Thigh highs? Did you mean to tease me?”
His eyes flicked down to your legs, and you knew that your dress rode up a bit to reveal a bit of your garters, “No, I don’t like tights.”
“Then an innocent choice,” he said, hooking his finger in the garter closest to him and snapping it lightly, “Well, when I’m done between your thighs, I want to take my time opening you up for me. I think I’ll make you cum on my fingers… if you’re alright with that.”
“I guess I can find it in my heart to agree to that,” you said blithely, as if it was really a hardship to agree to him eating you out and fingering you.
“So, we can move from the bar to my bedroom. You can get your kiss, I’d like you to sit on my lap for that, and I want to take my time touching every part of your body until I know it from muscle memory alone.”
“That sounds like teasing.”
“You like teasing,” he reminded you, “I do know what you’re into.”
“Did you memorize my answers?”
“I have a great memory.”
You drank the last of your tequila sunrise before turning to fully face Nanami, “To the bedroom then.”
He simply nodded standing and offering his hand as you hopped down from the barstool. He led you past the front room into a tucked away hallway with a couple of doors on either side. The last door he opened was the bedroom and it was a sizable room on the corner of the building, meaning the wrap-around view was breathtaking. He sat on bed first, which appeared much bigger than a normal king size and far more comfortable than you ever saw a man’s bed look. The man had decorative pillows for fuck’s sake. He pulled you with him gently, coaxing you into his lap. You put your knee down on the bed, and you straddled his lap. His hands slid up your thighs, lifting the skirt of your dress so that you could settle in his lap easier. You let your hands rest on his shoulder. Seeing him even closer was somewhat overwhelming. His eyes were such a warm shade of brown, something about them made you a bit shy.
“Hi,” you breathed, when you realized you were just staring at him.
“Hello,” he gave your thighs a firm squeeze, “You’re even prettier up close.”
You bit your lip trying not to smile at his compliment. It wasn’t the first time a man complimented you for crying out loud, but the way he said it was just so genuine.
“Come here,” he pulled you in closer to him and you let your eyes flutter closed as you pressed your lips to his. Nanami was a great kisser, not at all hurried in his movements. He wasn’t over eager to get his tongue in your mouth, indulging you with sweet, chaste, lingering kisses before he ventured to deepening the kiss. By that point you were melting into him with the way his hands rubbed your thighs under the skirt of your dress. His hands were big, and warm, wrapping around the soft, pliant flesh of your thighs. He squeezed them at random intervals, as if he was simply relishing in the way they gave under his palms. His palms were smooth, soothing against the skin, easily coaxing you into relaxing even more under his touch. His tongue brushed against yours and you found yourself leaning into him for more. Your chest was pressed firmly against him and you began to rock subtly in his lap, adding to the ocean of sensations already flooding your body. You whined in his mouth when his hands went higher and he gripped your ass, pulling you against him firmly. He was encouraging you to keep grinding against him. The warmth in the pit of your stomach was blossoming lower, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You pulled away to breathe and he kissed your neck before speaking in your ear.
“Do you prefer to undress yourself, or shall I?”
“You do the honors,” you breathed. He took his hands from under your dress and you lamented the chill on your thighs that it left. But soon enough he was pulling down the zipper of your dress and his hands brushed against your skin as he pulled it over your head. You did spend an embarrassing amount of time deciding what to wear under your dress. Look you didn’t knowthat tonight would end this way, but you didn’t want to be caught slipping. The pretty blue set was as comfortable as it was sexy and you appreciated that Nanami pulled back to look at it, instead of just pulling it right off of you. He traced his fingers over the lace that trimmed the bra cups, and therefore over the soft skin of your breasts.
“Oh, you’re not a tease at all. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“I try,” you breathed unabashedly.
He kissed your forehead and you thought you were going to lose your goddamn mind at such a tender moment.
“Can I do what I want now?” you asked.
“Hm, and what’s that?”
“You know,” you sighed.
He raised an eyebrow, “Refresh my memory.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You’re already doing that.”
“Kento,” you huffed and he didn’t seem like he was going to budge so you bit the bullet, “Let me suck you off.”
“Are you asking me, or telling me?”
“I’m asking.”
“Then ask.”
“Can I please suck you off?”
He paused and you could tell he was deciding whether or not to give you a hard time, “If that’s what you want, let me get a pillow for your knees.”
“Oh, thank you.” You didn’t expect him to be so thoughtful. He leaned back to grab a decorative pillow to put on top of the plush rug beneath you. You got out of his lap slowly, and knelt between his long legs. You glanced up at him with wide eyes. The view was just as good as you expected. The sharp cut of his bone structure, matched with those warm brown eyes was scratching an itch in your brain unlike any other.
“Well, go on,” he encouraged. You looked down at his belt and set upon the task of undoing it. There was a bit of trepidation in your movements, anticipation made you anxious. It was an odd mix of emotions. His belt was made of soft yet sturdy leather and you spent no time appreciating it as the buckle came loose and you undid his pants. You didn’t care to get his pants all the way off. Instead, you just pulled him out. Sure he was probably going to have to get his expensive pants dry cleaned but you were sure he wouldn’t mine. He was half hard already, proving to be thick and more than a mouthful. You pressed his lips against the head to kiss it before. Letting it part your lips. Nanami gave a sharp exhale and you lifted your gaze to see him. You took your time, sucking the head and bobbing your head slowly. You could feel him growing in your mouth until he was fully erect. That’s when you lifted your hands to cover the rest of his length that you couldn’t get to.
“Mm, that’s amazing. Squeeze harder for me,” he breathed, his voice coming out a bit deeper than he’d spoken to you all night. You obeyed immediately, tightening your grip and sucking him harder. He groaned and his head lulled to one side. He brought his hand down and you expected him to try to push you down his length, something you weren’t the biggest fan of. You put a preemptive hand on his thigh only for him to simply stroke your cheek with a light touch.
“You’re already so good for me, so proud of you honey.”
Your eyes closed so he wouldn’t see the way your eyes rolled back in your head at his praise. Well if he was going to be like that, then maybe you would give it your all. You relaxed your throat and breathed through your nose as you took more of him in your mouth. As you built your pace the steady glug glug glug of your movements was joined by Nanami’s quiet moans as his hips canted up involuntarily to meet you.
“Just like that. Ah, you’re so good at that. Make me- Ugh make me cum. Be good and make me come.”
Your jaw ached a bit but you weren’t going to stop until you did as he said. From the way he groaned, you knew it wouldn’t take terribly long.
Just like you thought just a bit longer and he was coming. The taste of him was pretty mild which wasn’t surprising. He seemed like the kind of guy who drank a lot of water and a balanced diet.
You pulled back looking up at him as you wiped tears, from suppressing your gag reflex, off your cheeks. Nanami looked down at you, watching as you wiped your mouth with your hand.
“Aren’t you pretty?” He murmured, pressing a warm hand to your cheek. You leaned into his touch as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.
You squeezed your legs together.
“Bet you’re wet. Is that getting a little uncomfortable?”
You nodded.
“Do you want me to take care of you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Manners too, huh? I told you we are taking it slow. You don’t have to be so formal with me yet.” He spoke as he kept stroking your face. After another second he tucked himself away and pulled you to your feet. He told you how he wanted you.
You laid on your back with your legs spread wide. Your knees were bent so that your feet were flat on the bed. You were propped up on your elbows to see Nanami. His face was neutral yet his eyes were focused directly between your legs. All the while, his fingers hooked into his tie, loosening the knot until the fabric slipped off of his neck. He tossed it carelessly before moving on to unbuttoning his shirt. Maybe you should have been focusing on the carved muscle each undid button revealed, but your eyes focused on his hands instead, the precise and quick movements his fingers made to free himself of the garment. By the time you realized that he looked like a carved marble statue of some prolific god he was shrugging off the shirt entirely and you were looking at his lower stomach. His pants were still open so you were treated to the view of a sparse happy trail of light golden hair that caught the limited light of the room. He continued towards you gripping your calves and tugging you to the edge of the bed. You yelped a surprised sound at the quick movement as you fell on your back. You lifted your head again to see his amused smirk as he knelt down between your legs.
He kissed your inner thigh, leaving a trail up to the crotch of your underwear, and then turning to kiss a trail up your other thigh. The anticipation mounted and all you could do was watch. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Something had to give right? He couldn’t be handsome, rich, transparent, and give good head. There were too many good things back to back. What was the catch? His finger brushed against your clothed sex.
“I can already see how wet you are for me,” he murmured. His voice was beguiling in its calmness. You felt yourself sinking into it as he tugged your panties up to press against your more firmly.
“Did pleasing me make you all wet?”
“Yes, yes, sir.”
His eyebrow quirked up as he lifted his gaze from your sex to look you in the eye, “Are you calling me sir because you think I like it or because you like it?”
You blinked and realized what you just said. There was no judgment in his tone, it was an honest question. And it deserved an honest answer.
“I didn’t really think about it. I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“I asked if you liked it,” he pressed his thumb right against your clit. The pressure made your empty pussy clench.
You whined quietly, “I do. I like it.”
“Carry on then,” he said, looking back between your legs and freeing you from the spell of his eyes. He pressed an open mouth kiss against your sex. The warmth and wetness of his mouth slowly seeped through the fabric of your underwear. Then the stiff tip of his tongue traced the seam of your lips. You rolled your hips against his face.
“Please, sir,” you whimpered.
He pulled away and began to unclip your garters so he could pull off your panties. Notably he did not try to take off the thighs highs. He tossed your panties with the same carelessness as he did his own clothing. He had one point of focus and that was at your lightly glistening sex. He spread you open with his thumbs and you were half afraid he was going to do that god awful stiff tongue thing against your clit. But no, he opened his mouth and sealed it around your clit, gently sucking the little bud into his mouth. With each steady pulse, his tongue worried the sensitive bud. It was utterly disarming just how good he felt without much preamble. It never felt this good off the bat. No man ever found your clit so quickly or with such devastating precision. All you could do was gasp harshly and grip the bedding. He held you in place against his mouth as he licked and sucked against your sex. You felt very nearly paralyzed as pleasure washed over your body.
“Ah, sir, feels… feels so good.”
He sucked a bit harder as he pulled away, giving your clit a little kiss. He did it again for good measure before he started petting through your folds.
“That right? I can tell, you’re so wet for me, and I’ve bed barely even gotten to work on you.”
You threw an arm over your face trying to hide your bashfulness.
“Look at me,” he demanded. You moved your arm to do as he said.
“No need to be embarrassed. I like how you taste, I could spend all day like this,” he punctuated his sentence with another kiss before continuing, “I’m going to put a finger in. Relax, I want you to be good and ready for me.” He sealed his lips around your clit again then slid one finger inside of you. Nanami’s fingers were much longer and thicker than yours and he curved it just right so that he could feel for your g-spot. You moaned when he found that spongy place inside you that sent pure pleasure through your veins.
“Yes!” You whined, “right there.”
It felt like there was some other force behind the movement of your body. You couldn’t help writhing in ecstasy as you felt your pleasure rising to new heights. Through it al Nanami kept his mouth perfectly sealed against your clit, moving with you as you squirmed and shuddered. He added a second finger and you knew you were done for. His fingers moved firmly against that one spot. He wasn’t exactly rough, and it didn’t exactly hurt, it was just intense… and you knew what would happen if he kept at that. You could feel the quick curl of his fingers all the way in your lower stomach.
“Kento,” you breathed, hands going to bury your fingers in his hair. He hummed, an acknowledgement that you were talking to him and an added sensation between your legs. It made you gasp, before cursing, stuck between pulling him in closer and pushing him away. You didn’t think you were actually strong enough to push him away anyway.
“I’m gonna- ah Kento, I’m gonna ruin your fucking bedding,” you pushed the words out in a rush, looking down at him between your legs. He opened his eyes to meet your gaze, disrupting his look of utter peace, and raised an eyebrow at you, before he added a third finger and started going harder against your g-spot while sucking your clit.
It felt like he was literally pulling your orgasm out of you as you moaned unabashedly. When you came you threw your head back, arching against the intense sensation of pleasure as you felt yourself gush around his fingers. You couldn’t hear the deep satisfied sound that Nanami let out, because you were just too loud. He pulled away before you could get too sensitive. You relaxed against the bed, trying to catch your breath. All the while you stared unseeingly at the ceiling until Nanami was suddenly looming over you.
“Still with me, beautiful?”
“Yeah, still here. Fuck, that was too good. Way too good?”
“Hm, we’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours. Until then shall we continue?”
“Yes sir,” you breathed, finally cognizant enough to keep your gaze on him as he got off of the bed to go to the bedside table. It seemed like a bad time to consult with God about the beauty of his creations, but dammit this was unfair. Nanami stood, silhouetted by the cityscape with his pants open, shirtless grabbing a condom. His hair was slightly askew from your hands and you could see the flush in cheeks even in the limited light. There was something about disheveling such a put together man that made your blood run even hotter. Still, despite his outward appearance there was still something prim and proper about him. It was probably just the way he held himself, the confidence with which he moved, that still portrayed him as put together even when he held the foil wrapper in his teeth while he took off his pants. Then of course you were distracted once again by his dick.
You’d had your mouth all over it not too long ago, you knew it was big, not monstrous but enough to make you wonder if he really knew what he was doing. Honestly, if awful stroke game was the thing that was bad about him, you could handle that. That could be worked on. However, he strolled over to you casually, still holding the condom in his teeth and picked you up to arrange you differently in the bed. He really just put you at the head of the bed before climbing up himself. He knelt between your open legs for a moment then snagged a pillow to put under your hips. You just knew he was going to be stupid good at this part too.
He ripped the foil open with his teeth, before taking out the condom.
It occurred to you that you still had your bra on, “Should I keep this on?”
He glanced at you, “I like it. You went through the trouble of dressing up for me, I wanna fuck you in your little set.”
The man was a menace you realized. That was the catch. He was going to make you lose your goddamn mind.
“Are you alright?” he asked at your prolonged silence.
“Pinch me, I need to be sure I’m not dreaming.”
He chuckled before pinching your thigh lightly, “Careful, I’m susceptible to flattery too. You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, sweet thing?”
“Yes, sir.”
He hummed a pleased sound before he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, moving slowly so as not to hurt you. Your brow furrowed at the intrusion but not because of pain, no far from it. Every passing inch of him felt better than the last, and your heart rate was quickly mounting. You kept your eyes on him, taking in the way the tension in his body made his muscles look even better. The tension in his stomach revealed just how strong his core was. No man had any right to be this perfect. You watched his hips move closer to the backs of your thighs and every second you swore you couldn’t take any more of him. Small desperate sounds left your chest. When he was fully seated inside of you he put a hand on your stomach, caressing the soft skin before his hand settled on your hip.
“You take me so well,” he breathed, “Maybe I’m the one who made you in a factory.”
You could only manage a quiet moan as you focused on relaxing around the heavy girth of him. His thumb rubbed against your hip bone absently as he continued to sing your praises.
“Breathe, for me. You’re doing so well, honey, just relax, let me take care of you. Everything else has felt good hasn’t it?”
You nodded.
“Words.”
“Yes, yes, feels good. Feels so good.”
“Alright, then trust me, I’ll make this even better. I’ve never had a woman so pretty and perfect, I’m gonna ruin you, spoil you so rotten you won’t be able to tolerate anyone else, and that’s a promise.”
He slowly pulled out before thrusting back in shallowly and even that felt like heaven. You opened your legs wider, wanting him closer. On his next thrust he pulled back a bit more before pushing back in slowly. He was slowly building the pace, coaxing a fever hotter than before. You couldn’t quite be quiet, though you fought to hush yourself so you could hear the low, pleased groans that escaped Nanami as he fucked you. His pace was firm, fast, controlled, and utterly devastating. That harsh clap of skin together might have been embarrassing if you could focus on something other than pleasure, and just how hot he looked, with his eyes squeezed close, obviously getting lost in his ecstasy as you clenched to squeeze him tighter. He went faster, making the head of his bed hit the wall, a hard staccato to keep time with your desperate moans.
Your legs shook, squeezing against his hips as he fucked you without restraint now that you were more than ready for him. He was relentless in his movements, constantly hitting that spot inside of you, over and over again until your brain felt like it was useless mush inside your head. At some point you were sure you started running your mouth, promising him anything in the world, who knows what the hell you signed over to him, especially when he grabbed the backs of your thighs and pushed your knees back towards your chest, and out a bit, to open you up more to him. At that point, it felt like he was in your fucking lungs, driving the air out of you, controlling the tide of your breath with every thrust.
“So good. Fuck feels! Fuck,” you called out brokenly.
“Feels good?” he rumbled at you.
“Yeah,” your voice came out far more needy and high pitched than you meant for it to.
“Yeah?” he teased and you watched him bite his lip as he smiled, a truly pussy drunk expression that you could get used to seeing.
“Choke me,” you blurted out.
“Oh?” his dark eyes opened to look at you. He shifted his weight forward, moving in closer as he put a hand around your through. His hand easily engulfed your throat, and as you instinctively held on to his wrist you realized he was choking you with the hand that wore that sexy ass watch. You whined feeling him squeeze the sides of your throat. The heady feeling that followed made your eyes roll back in your head. He fucked you harder, looming over you for a moment before he started kissing, and nipping at the supple skin of your breasts, up to your collarbone. He spoke to you then, his voice right in your ear. The only thing that betrayed the effect you had on him was how hard he breathed. Otherwise, his voice was smooth, deep, and deceptively calm, promising to make you come like no one ever had before as if he hadn’t already done that. Every bit of praise, and promise to take care of you was doing something to your head.
Before long you had no idea how long the two of you had been at it, but your thighs were shaking, and the sound of your coupling was wet.You came once and he just kept fucking you through it until it felt like that orgasm was just a part of the mounting pleasure that threatened to shake you apart now. At this point, you’d do anything he told you to. Sweat made his hair begin to stick to his forehead, and the ruddy flush on his cheeks matched with his unabashed moans told you he was close.
“Fuck,” he cursed, a truly wrecked sound as you clenched around him involuntarily, “Trying to kill me, honey?”
That did it, the playful tone, disheveled appearance, and the fact that he’d cursed. You came hard, sinking your nails into him. You would have bitten him, if he was close enough to do so. Your orgasm was a near out of body experience. He let go of your throat once and for all as he buried his face against your throat, moaning as the harsh contractions of your sex made him lose control. You could hear him moan right in your ear, and it was probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard. One thing you knew for sure, you were locked in with Kento Nanami.
Aftercare was sweet, and more involved than you expected considering that things were still pretty vanilla. You both cleaned up a bit, sharing a shower that only got a little hot and heavy as Nanami admitted he’d wanted to spend more time with your breasts. When you were clean Nanami gave you one of his under shirts to sleep in. He changed the linen but obviously didn’t bother making the bed.
“Come here,” he beckoned when he was done.
“Oh, I get to sleep over too?”
“It’s late, plus, I think we earned it.”
“You won’t be mortally offended if I turn away from you in the night. I get hot in my sleep.” You came over and put your hand in his, allowing him to pull you into his arms.
“That won’t be a problem. I made the A/C colder,” he said with a lilt of humor in his voice.
“Ithoughtit was colder in here.”
He pulled you in close to him, and you wiggled about until you were comfortable in his hold. He was incredibly warm, and you couldn’t see yourself trying to escape with just how cold the room had become.
“So… how was my audition?” you asked after a moment of silence.
Summary: You had to go out of the country for work leaving you all alone. The guys miss you and you miss them, thankfully the three of you have a few creative solutions to satisfy your cravings for each other.
Requests: A few people requesting seeing more of Geto and Gojo together so this is answering that request in full.
A/N: This could probably be read as a stand alone, but I highly recommend reading the series. btw comments mean that you get more stuff like this sooner.
You didn’t often travel in your line of work. Everything you needed to do, could be done with a laptop and a little peace and quiet. However, with your new position as Senior Creative Director, there were a lot of moving pieces, people you needed to talk to, photo shoots you had to be sure got the right shots, and after the last shoot overseas had some technical difficulties, you went with your design team and the photography team to oversee everything and help them be a bit more organized. Initially, you were excited at the prospect of travel even if it was for work. It was for two whole weeks so you would have plenty of time to sight see after work. Geto had dropped you off at the airport, and you were so busy the first couple of days that you hadn’t been able to think of much else other than your work.
Of course… you hadn’t considered the fact that you hadn’t been without either of your boyfriends since you started dating them. By the second week, things were going smoothly at work so you had time to think, you realized just how much you missed those idiots. You called them when your work day was over. It was late for them, but they still answered, obviously in Gojo’s room cuddling without you.
“You two look comfy,” you grumbled.
Gojo grinned at you before kissing Geto’s neck, “Jealous, baby?”
“Extremely. You two have each other. And it’s just me here.”
“Poor thing,” Geto sighed, though he didn’t actually sound that sorry for you.
“We’ll send you something to get you through the night just as soon as you hang up,” Gojo said.
“That’s unimaginative. Why can’t I get a live show?”
He groaned quietly, “Smart. You’re so smart. I’ll get the tripod.”
“I’m upset that you have the equipment for this kind of thing,” Geto said his voice superficially disappointed. Notably, he wasn’t saying no to this arrangement at all. He just liked to pretend to be so above it all.
“Well how do you think I get those angles for my thirst traps,” Gojo called back, further away from the phone.
“He started putting more effort in his thirst traps after you sent back critiques for his lighting and angle choices,” Geto said in a conspiratorial tone. You snorted thinking of the time you critiqued Gojo’s photo the way you would a set of shots from work. He had an attitude with you for the rest of the day, but his pictures were better. In retrospect, you probably shouldn’t have given him the power to improve.
“It’s not even late where you are is it?” Geto asked you.
“No. I know it’s super late there. I’m sorry for calling like this. I just really missed you two. Hotels are far less fun without people you know to run down the halls with you.
Geto snorted, “You and Gojo are ridiculous. What is so fun about that?”
“I don’t know, it just is,” you smiled studying his face. His hair was down and collected over one shoulder. Geto truly had no right to be as pretty as he was. That’s what killed you about your boyfriends. They weren’t just hot, or handsome, or whatever people called men so their masculinity didn’t feel challenged. Your boys were pretty. They obviously took care of themselves. Geto with his shiny black hair and perfect skin had features women would die for. Gojo was… well Gojo was vain so of course he was a pretty boy.
“I love you two. I can’t wait to be back home.”
“We can’t wait to have you back. I mean I’ve been stuck all alone with Satoru.”
“You two seemed pretty cozy when I called,” you chuckled.
“Exactly!” Gojo called from off camera, “Before you called he was all over me!”
“I believe it. He’s a cuddle bug at the end of the day. Don’t worry Toru, I know he’s a big liar.”
Geto scoffed, “Wow, thousands of miles away and the two of you are ganging up on me. I’m hurt.”
“Well get over it,” Gojo’s voice was closer and the phone moved and turned around to show Gojo’s pretty face. He made kissy faces at you as he set up the phone on the tripod. You laughed at his antics.
“You look so hot, princess. Put your titties on the phone for me.”
“Satoru,” Geto sighed heavily but you were already lifting your shirt.
Gojo gave a happy little sigh, “I miss those. I’m gonna have my mouth all over ‘em when you get home.”
“Promise?”
“On my life, sweetheart.”
“Get over here, Satoru,” Geto said and Gojo turned only forge to to grab his wrist and pull him back on the bed.
“Be gentle with me, you brute,” Gojo complained dramatically.
“Shut up.”
Gojo straddled Geto with a playful smile on his face. If he was honest, and he often was, he liked the fact that you were watching. Sure, he loved sex with Geto. He adored it, but he did crave you and so much time without you was wearing on him. He was sure it was wearing on Geto too. Gojo missed your boobs. Geto’s boobs were just okay, yours were perfect and they were squishy and jiggled, and he liked the weight of them in his hands. Geto’s ‘pecs’ weren’t any of those things. Geto grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Getting kissed by Geto always felt a bit like sensually getting eaten alive, like he never meant for you to survive it. He certainly barely let him get a breath in, mouth moving against his own in slow sensual patterns. Gojo slipped his fingers into Geto’s hair to keep them pressed together as Gojo nipped at Geto’s lips. He liked the way Geto’s hand rubbed up his back, pulling him in slowly until his hold was nearly suffocating.
“Am I allowed to breathe?” Gojo quipped with a grin after he tried to pull back but Geto followed his kiss lifting his head from the pillow to do so.
“No,” Geto seized his throat as he shifted his weight to throw Gojo’s balance off. He pushed him over onto his back before kneeling. He was between Gojo’s long legs, facing the phone and therefore giving you a great view of him. You could see the barely fading marks on Geto’s chest and neck. The two must really be going at each other in your absence. That didn’t surprise you. Honestly, you didn’t know how any one person could handle Gojo’s sexual appetite. He could probably have sex everyday, maybe multiple times a day, and it wasn’t all about him coming. He liked to bring other people pleasure too. In fact he claimed that’s where all the fun was.
“Take these off,” Geto ordered, pointing to Gojo’s underwear.
“You know, you haven’t taken me to dinner in a long time. I’m starting to think I’m just sex to you,” Gojo whined petulantly, obviously putting up a fuss to get on Geto’s nerves.
“Sex with you is hardly worth the trouble, Satoru.” Geto threw back before biting the hair tie on his wrist to bring it up and put his hair in a ponytail. You often said so, but one of the hottest things Geto ever did was put his hair up in a high ponytail to give head. The act itself made him stretch out his body, giving a full view of his torso and your eyes always got caught on the graceful lines of muscle that disappeared into his his underwear. However, the result was hot too, seeing his ponytail swish about as he got ready to go down on you always fucked with your head. It was fucking with you now and you weren’t even the one he was going to torture. Gojo suddenly had a lot less to say as he sat up on his elbows watching as Geto got comfortable. You weren’t the only one who noticed Gojo’s sudden silence.
Geto cocked his head to the side ponytail swinging with the movement, “Oh? So this is how to shut you up. I’m glad you know I’ll make you gag on me before I reward bad behavior.”
“Well, I was kinda hoping we were both done talking,” Gojo sighed, because he was simply unable to ignore a taunt like that. Geto’s head dipped down suddenly and you couldn’t easily see what he was doing but whatever he did made Gojo’s breath stutter before he whined a somewhat pitiful sound. The first thing to know about Gojo, when it came to Geto’s mouth? He was all talk. Gojo would do a lot of things before he missed out on the head Geto Suguru could give. That included swallowing his own pride.
You couldn’t see, but Geto decided bite Gojo’s hip and then add a light suction, as if he’d bitten into a juicy peach. He sealed the action with a kiss before moving to the other side to do the same thing.
“Suguru, come on,” Gojo breathed.
“Hm? Ask me nicely.”
“Pretty pl-“ Gojo began to answer in a stupid high pitched voice but then Geto bit into his thigh and sucked, definitely leaving a mark there, “Fuck, Suguru, please.” He finished more seriously.
“That’s more like it. Now was that so hard?” Geto lifted his head, placing a long flat tongued lick from Gojo’s balls all the way up to the head of his cock. Gojo was already so hard that his erection curve up towards his belly button. Geto took him into his mouth and bobbed his head teasingly at the head of his cock, going no further than half way down. Gojo grabbed Geto’s ponytail, which was of course yet another hot thing about the high ponytail, and wrapped it around his hand once.
“Please, please, please, Sugu.” You knew Geto took him in deeper by the way Gojo threw his head back, vibrant blue eyes half lidded and slowly rolling back as Geto swallowed around him. Why was head from Geto something Gojo refused to miss out on? Geto Suguru did not have a gag reflex. You couldn’t help sneaking a hand between your legs as you listened to Gojo moan unabashedly and watched he rapidly flushing face. Gojo was pretty, especially when he was too overwhelmed to act tough. Your view of him was upside down of course, but that didn’t take away from it. You could just barely hear the little glug, glug, glug of Geto bobbing on Gojo’s length.
It killed you not being able to be there with them. You would have sat on Gojo’s pretty face, muffled his moans with your sex as you rocked against his tongue. You missed them. You really did.
Gojo came with a harsh shout that became heavy panting breathing as Geto didn’t stop, swallowing down his cum while he kept him in his mouth. Geto liked to make his lovers suffer with too much of a good thing. Gojo had to yank his ponytail to get him off.
“Fuck, you monster,” Gojo breathed lying back trying to catch his breath.
Geto laughed wiping his mouth before looking at the phone set up on the other side of the bed. He could see your enamored expression and it only served to make him more cocky.
“You playing with yourself, princess?” Geto asked.
Your face was on fire, “Y-yes.”
“Hm, I don’t think I gave you permission to do that. Gojo, did you?”
Gojo rolled over on his stomach so that he could see the screen right-side-up, “Huh, I sure didn’t.”
“And she’s so selfish too. The least you could do is let us see.”
“Shit,” you breathed. Those two shouldn’t have so much power over you when they were literally thousands of miles away, “Let me find something to prop up my phone.”
“Mmhm,” Geto hummed and the moment you looked away you heard a sharp smack. Gojo gasped harshly and you turned back to see Geto’s taunting smile.
“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” He said to Gojo.
You quickly hurried around the hotel room, grabbing a few things to prop your phone up with. It needed to be a pretty sturdy set up. You managed to balance it at the foot of the bed on top of a few towels and your carry-on bag. You also grabbed your vibrator while you were at it, knowing this would be a much better time if you didn’t catch a wrist cramp.
When you got back into position you noticed the steep arch in Gojo’s back, that lifted his ass in the air, and the heavy ruddy blush on his face.
“Good you’re back… oh and you have a toy. Good. I can’t be bothered with controlling both of you right now, so I’ll just give you one rule. You better not cum before Satoru.”
“Okay.”
“Good, but you’re always a good girl aren’t you. I’ve got the problem right here,” he smacked Gojo’s ass again. Gojo didn’t even gasp, he simply let out a whorish moan, and you realized that Geto was working his fingers inside of him. You probably should have caught on quicker but they were good at distracting you. You kept your vibrator on low, watching them with each other. Despite all of the sass they gave each other, a great amount of care went into everything they did. Geto was slow and thorough, properly prepping Gojo before moving on despite how fucking hard he was. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. You wanted to suck the flushed head of his cock into your mouth. You wanted to hear him moan your name.
You knew the very moment Geto hit that magic spot inside of Gojo. He gasped and curse, pressing his face into the mattress. You moaned involuntarily at the sound of his pleasure. You wondered how loud they had the phone because both of them looked in your direction.
“Fuck, princess I wish you were here,” Gojo moaned, “I wish I could kiss those soft fucking lips, have my mouth on your perfect tits and ah! Ah, make you cum on my tongue.”
You thought your heart might burst from your chest. It was really a huge disservice to you that Gojo was so goddamn pretty. If you were there you’d give him whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. Geto always said that you weren’t helping with Gojo’s spoiled brat personality, but how were you supposed to deny him anything when he said it like that? Fuck, you’d sign over your soul if he asked you for it like that. You couldn’t help it.
“Are you ready for me?” Geto asked him.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” Gojo said eagerly, pressing his hips back against Geto.
“Calm down, I’ll give you what you want.”
You kept your eyes on Geto’s face as you circled your clit with your vibrator. It was also a g-spot stimulator so when you tired of using the tip to stimulate your clit, you could plunge it inside of you as well. It wasn’t as long or as thick as either of your boyfriends, but it did the job in a pinch. For now you were content to keep teasing yourself.
Geto’s jaw dropped as he slowly pressed into Gojo. You always liked to watch his face when he finally got inside one of you. It was so pretty, the gentle “o” that his pretty pink lips made. His head tipped all the way back before he rolled his neck as if stretching it. The moment his hips were flush with Gojo’s ass he bent down and kissed up his spine. Gojo’s forehead was pressed against the mattress as he fought to even breathe with Geto buried so deep inside of him. He didn’t know how you took him so often. Every time made him feel like he was going to lose his damn mind. His kisses topped at his shoulder and then Geto grabbed a handful of his hair.
“You’re being rude, Satoru. Look at the show our princess is putting on for us.”
Gojo’s eyes focused on you. Your legs were spread wide for them giving them a beautiful view of your wet pussy. One of your hands had gone up to start worrying your breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipple. He’d never been so fucking jealous of you before.
“Turn up your vibrator, sweetheart,” Geto said turning his sly gaze up to you. You did as he said, unable to hold in your high pitched whine at the stark increase in pleasure, “Too bad you didn’t bring your rose. We could have really had fun,” He lifted Gojo’s head a bit more by the hand in his snow white hair, “ Keep your eyes on her while a fuck you, Satoru. Make sure she doesn’t take that vibe off her pretty pussy.”
Gojo blinked heavily trying to focus on you as Geto slowly pulled out of him. If he was honest, his train of thought couldn’t even go that far. The feeling of Geto stretching him so deliciously was clouding his head. He had a feeling that Geto didn’t really expect him to be of much use. Sure, Gojo was a man who had his fair share of earthly pleasures and if it was anyone else doing this to him he wouldn’t be so overwhelmed but the two of you were just different. It scratched some weird sentimental part of his brain to have the two people he’d spent most of his life with treat him to the most sweetest of pleasures. It always got to him. The most he could do was fantasize about getting his mouth on you. If you were here you’d be laid out so beautiful for him and he’d bury his face between your legs, take out all the pent up feelings swirling in his chest on you. He couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to whether or not you were following Geto’s rules.
You were though. Of course you were. You watched the slow pace Geto set and listened to the answering sounds that Gojo made. Allegedly, men often hid the sounds they made, but you’d simply never experienced that with these two as your frame of reference. They couldn’t shut up if their lives depended on it, and you loved it. You watched Geto apply a little more lube to his length before pushing into Gojo harshly. Gojo sucked in a harsh breath arching his back as he pressed back into him greedily. They were beautiful together. This was not your first time watching them, and obviously it wouldn’t be the last. They were such stark opposites, coming together in the best way. One could argue that Gojo brought out the worst in Geto, in fact many people had argued that, but seeing them like this, you knew Gojo just invited Geto to let go a little. He wasn’t so tightly bound, or committed to being particularly nice. Gojo didn’t always like it “Nice”. They were more themselves when they were together. Despite even Geto’s best efforts you could see the effect that Gojo had on him. His brows were knitted together in a truly desperate expression as if he were internally bargaining with himself to keep his cool. When Gojo dropped his head to the mattress again, choking on sobbing moans as Geto’s hips smacked against his ass over and over, Geto pushed more of his weight against him until his stomach collapsed to the bed. Then he put a hand around the front of his throat making him keep his head up.
“Look at her, you said you missed her right? You wanted to be buried in that wet pussy? If you ignore her now, I won’t let you anywhere near her for weeks after she gets back. And I’ll fuck her in front of you, make her scream my name right in your face. Keep your fucking eyes on her.”
You moaned heavily, feeling yourself clench around nothing. His eyes were on you again, that sly mean smile in place. Sure the expression was cruel, but it was also beguiling like a snake in the garden promising the best of earthly pleasures, “Aw, feeling empty, baby?”
“Yes,” you answered.
“Good. That’s what happens when you leave us, sweetheart. That’s what happens when you leave me to deal with this whiny little slut. Fuck he can’t compare to your pussy, princess.”
The first time Geto started playing this game in the bedroom, you hadn’t liked it at all, afraid that Geto was trying to make Gojo resent you, but Gojo liked to be degraded every once in a while. You supposed it was the kind of thing you should have expected from him considering how much he told you he liked it when you were mean to him. Even so, it was rarely anything you could pull off as well as Geto could. It was too obvious you didn’t mean a single disparaging thing you said. When Geto did it, you knew Gojo ate it up.
“Forcing me to spill my load in this dirty cumslut when it should be in you. Don’t you like it when I cum in you and make Satoru eat it out?” He cooed at you sweetly. Both you and Gojo moaned out a wanton “yes”. Geto moved faster inside of Gojo and his moans were making it hard for you to hold back.
The sounds Geto made really weren’t helping your case.
“Sugar,” you whined.
“Don’t worry, baby, he’s close too. I can feel how tight you’re getting, Satoru. Why don’t you let go? Don’t you wanna see her cum. Don’t torture her, she’s always so good to you. She always cums fast for you doesn’t she?”
“Fuck!” Gojo cursed, “I can’t! I can’t, please I need more.”
“Oh, you greedy slut. You need more? I’ll give you more.” Geto bit into Gojo’s shoulder as he moved faster inside of him, adding that bite of pain that Gojo needed in order to cum. You watched Gojo’s vibrant blue eyes roll back as he panted only to moan out a seemingly endless stream of curses. You couldn’t help coming as Gojo did. Your pleasure tore through you viciously and Geto lifted his head in time to see it with an intoxicating grin. Gojo couldn’t lift his head to even look at you as Geto continued to fuck him.
“Dammit, cum already,” Gojo moaned at length.
“Beg for it, slut.”
“Fuck, please cum in me. Please! Suguru.”
Suguru came like that, listening to Gojo beg him for it. He came with a heavy moan that made your spine tingle. What you would give to be home right now, to hear that sound in person. Everything was still for a moment after that, just the sound of your own heavy breathing and theirs. Geto’s body almost completely covered Gojo’s. He slowly, and gently pulled out of him after some immeasurable amount of time. Geto pressed kisses along his shoulders.
“That was good, Satoru.”
“Yeah?” Gojo breathed and you could hear the cocky grin in his voice.
“Mmhm. You’re so obedient,” Geto teased, before pinching his ass.
“Fuck you.” There was no real venom behind the phrase, and soon enough Geto was kissing him, a soft sweet exchanged that wasn’t meant to lead to anything else. It was just for comfort. You tried to sigh quietly as you remembered, begrudgingly that you wouldn’t be receiving any kisses because you were thousands of miles away. Despite your best attempt to be quiet, Geto seemed to hear you.
“When you come home we’ll take care of you princess, you were perfect as always,” he gave you a tired smile.
“I’m gonna hold you both to that. I don’t wanna work for it at all.”
“Like you ever do,” Gojo scoffed.
“Oh? We’ll remember that the next time you want her to ride you.” Geto quipped.
“Wait, no!”
“We’re gonna get cleaned up. Talk to you later,” Geto chuckled crawling off the bed gracelessly to get to the phone.
“Okay… bye. I love you.” You said softly.
“I love you too,” he said and Gojo echoed that sentiment from his place sprawled on the bed. When they hung up you were left in your empty ass hotel room alone. What a joke.
When you got home a few days later it was in the middle of the day. The driver dropped you off. As soon as you stepped in, you let out a heavy sigh. The house was empty. Gojo’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which meant that he’d actually gone into the office for once. Geto was definitely at work, but you knew he would be. This was probably for the best. You needed to get some sleep. Sure it would obliterate your sleep schedule, but traveling through time zones was a bitch and you really needed a nap. You left your luggage at the foot of the stairs, not even entertaining the idea of trying to carry them up. One or both of the boys would get them. You made a beeline for the shower and then your bed.
When Gojo got in, he noticed your bags at the foot of the stairs. He gave an excited little gasp before bounding up the stairs two at a time to get to your room. He went to loudly greet you but noticed your form in your bed. You were wrapped up in your covers, and honestly easy to miss if not for your bonnet sticking out from under your covers. The sound of your quiet snores is what alerted him to the fact that you were asleep. It stopped him from yelling at the very least but it wasn’t going to stop him from bothering you. Gojo poked his lip out in a dissatisfied pout. He knew he shouldn’t wake you up, and if Geto were here, he’d scold him for even thinking about disrupting your sleep, but… Gojo missed you. You were never gone this long, and sure he had Geto to satisfy his sexual appetite but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t soft like you, and he didn’t have boobs which was really his biggest pit fall. Gojo approached your sleeping form quietly and hooked his fingers into the covers to tug them away from your face. Your lips were slightly parted, making you look so relaxed and comfy. It would be a crime to disturb your sleep. Utterly criminal.
… And then he noticed that your shoulder was bare. He tugged your cover down a bit more only to realize you were wearing a flimsy little tank top. The spaghetti string had fallen off of your shoulder, and one of your boobs had already escaped the neckline. He let out a quiet groan, before bending down to kiss your cheek, and then your lips.
Your eyes fluttered open as you kept feeling someone touch you. You got a glimpse of white hair before you closed your eyes again.
“Hey, Toru.”
“Hi, princess,” he purred, “ you seem tired.”
“You think? That 12 hour flight was killer,” you yawned around your words.
“Oh no,” he cooed, “that’s awful. You should let me, take care of you then. I can’t stand the idea of my baby being so uncomfortable for 12 whole hours.”
“A full 24, honestly,” you responded, stretching your body out long as you settled on your stomach. You knew what Gojo was doing, you just didn’t have a problem with it in the slightest. He always cooed and fawned over you when he wanted something. As long as he didn’t expect you to move by yourself then he could have whatever he wanted.
“Let me help you relax then.”
“Do what you want, Toru, just don’t get in my bed with your outside clothes on.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You kept your eyes closed. Your eyelids were just too heavy to keep open. Even with that, you weren’t quite asleep yet. Your consciousness was kind of floating in that dreamlike half awake, half asleep state. You could hear everything happening around you. You just couldn’t be bothered to move your heavy limbs. The weight in the bed shifted as Gojo got in with you. He kissed the back of your neck as he slowly wound his arms around your waist and pulled you in tight against him.
“I missed you,” he groaned.
“Hm, you just missed being between my legs. I can tell you’re already hard.”
“That’s because I love you, idiot,” he grumbled, “I can miss you in more ways than one.”
You hummed to show that you heard him, “I thought maybe you were going to fix the fact that you missed being between my legs.”
“Can I?”
“Mmhm, but I’m dead tired, so I’m not going to be doing any tricks,” you breathed.
“That’s fine. I just need you to be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?”
He smiled at the desperate little sound you made for him at that request. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck again, letting his his hands rub up the smooth skin of your legs. Once he got to the waistband of your underwear he gripped it and started tugging your panties down. You did him the courtesy of at least lifting your hips so that he could get them off of you easily. That was the extent of the work you intended to put into this. You wound up back on your stomach when he stopped holding you against him. Soon enough his kisses returned to your back, trailing down your spine. His hands, huge in general but also in comparison to your body ,smoothed along your until they were at your hips. Then he gripped your hips and lifted them before hooking one of his arms under you to keep you up while he snatched a few extra pillows from the head of your bed and stuffed them under your hips. To this you had no complaints, because you simply had no intentions of doing the work necessary to keep yourself in this position naturally. Your back arched with the added height at your hips and you just relaxed into it.
Gojo settled behind you, knocking your legs open a bit wider in the process. He gazed down at you where you already wet for him, though he’d seen you wetter, and he would see to it that you were absolutely glistening before he got to the main event. He opened you up with his thumbs as he gripped around the very tops of your thighs.
The moment he pressed his mouth to you, you felt like the deepest most private parts of soul had been freed. Geto and Gojo often tried to get you to admit to having a preference for who went down on you. In all honesty, you liked them equally for different purpose. Gojo for foreplay was perfect, he was good at what he did but ultimately too impatient to do the things that Geto would. Perfect for getting started and making you hungry for more… ridiculously hungry for more. If you wanted to have your soul snatched via someone’s tongue then… Geto was your guy. He was stubborn, and so if he was determined to eat you out for an hour or more, then that’s what he would do, and nothing short of a safe word could stop him. Different approaches for different times. Gojo’s tongue was working wonders for his purpose.
You moaned into your pillow as you felt him suck at your clit, tongue pulsing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he took a break from that he would tease your entrance with his tongue, pushing in a bit then licking broad stripes up your pussy before doing it again. It made you ache for him to get inside you. His tongue wasn’t nearly long or thick enough to satisfy you, you wanted something more and you knew that’s what he meant to provoke from you. Just when you felt like you’d bust from the way his tongue teased you, he went back to worrying your clit, a cycle that had your legs shaking and you whining in no time.
“Satoru, fuck me, please fuck me.”
“I thought you were gonna let me do what I want?” He teased spreading your pussy lips open even with his thumbs before flicking his tongue quickly, with feather like strokes against your clit.
“Ah, Toru, please!” You whined. He bit the back of your thigh, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to serve as a punishment for going back on your word. Of course, he set out to make you eat your words. He knew how to satisfy you. He knew what would have made you squirm in his hold and call out his name. He knew what you liked, but he was admittedly being selfish, a little resentful that you’d been gone so long. The first woman he ever bothered to commit himself to and you left for two whole weeks. Career be damned, he missed you. It tugged in his chest and hearing you beg him like this was only just beginning to soothe the scorching flame in the pit of his stomach.
He pulled back to look at you, a bit mesmerized by the way your sex glistened in the light. He pet through your wetness gently, watching webs of slick between your pussy and his fingers stretch until they broke and then doing it again. At length he sighed pushed you over on your side and then your back. You blinked up at him awake enough, at this moment to look at you.
“Hi princess.” He smiled at you, deceptively kind. He meant to make you cry.
“Satoru,” you breathed reaching out for him. Your hands landed at his waist and you pulled him down to kiss you. Of course you tasted yourself all over his mouth but you didn’t mind. In fact you loved it. He kissed you back reverently as if the act itself could get him off. You could feel the slow grind of his hips against yours, making his sex run through your wetness.
“Please, Satoru,” you whined, “please get inside of me. I need you, baby.”
“Yeah?” He purred pulling away from you to look at the absolutely debauched expression on your face. He’d never get sick of the sight you were when you were desperate for him. You were just so pretty and soft and sweet and if you kept moaning his name like that he was going to do something crazy like buy you the moon, or never let you leave his side again. Your pleas never stopped as he rolled his hips against yours, giving you the smallest taste of what you wanted. He kissed you, chaste kisses that only frustrated you. You wanted his tongue, you wanted him to press his mouth against you like he always did, like he Wass searching for something in your mouth. But no. He wasn’t searching now. He had everything he was looking for right under him. Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled back to look at you.
You couldn’t help the small whimper that left your throat as you saw the way Gojo looked down his nose at you. It was an arrogant expression, and as you met eyes one side of his mouth quirked up in an arrogant smile that was more like a sneer. He took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks with the pads of his fingers.
“You’re lucky you’re a cute little slut,” he said before letting your face go with a little shove. Despite his words you could read the affection in his eyes, and the way his hand trailed down your body. He guided himself to your entrance pushing the fat head of his cock into you. It felt like you were sucking him in. His breath shuddered. You were so wet. The inside you was so warm, welcoming him in, making it impossible for him to stop.
“I love you,” you whimpered and he almost lost his fucking mind. He’d fucked a lot of women but you fucked with his head. No matter how many times he had you, hearing you whimper how much you loved him while he was deep inside you made him want to tear you apart. It made him want to give you the world, stay inside you for the rest of his life, or maybe spend all day making you whine and cry for him. There were too many things he wanted at once. For now, he just changed his pace. He fucked you hard, gripping the headboard for leverage, listening to the sound of your frantic moans. Your breasts bounced with the impact of his thrust. It annoyed him that he couldn’t maintain this angle and pace while also sucking your nipples. They deserved to be sucked, and you deserved to be kissed, and choked, and driven out of your mind with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he cursed an absolutely devastated sound as he kept looking at your pretty body and how you took him so well, “You’re so fucking pretty. I’m gonna make you cum and then I’m gonna fill you up and fuck my cum into you until you can fucking taste it. Gonna go so fucking deep all you can think about is my cock.”
“Satoru, please,” you were trembling already as you pressed your shaky hands against his back, “Hold me. Hold me please.”
It struck something soft in his heart to hear your shaky voice begging for him like that. You’d be the death of him. Every time you needed him like this it just made him that much crazier about you. He pressed against you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pressed his face against your neck.
The longer you were with Gojo the more you realized no one ever had him the way you did. Sure, you heard the stories about him, the way he could have a woman dickmatized with just one night. He was ruthless, nearly sadistic in the pleasure he gave, notoriously down for just about anything. He’d make you beg for him to tear you apart. But your Gojo, the man irrevocably in love with you felt like he’d never be satisfied until the two of you found away to be permanently one. He was suffocating, overwhelming, bombarding you with wave after of molten hot pleasure, spewing the dirtiest phrases from those pretty pink lips, promising you the world, promising you forever, promising infinite possibilities. And you wanted it all.
You felt so much at once with him that it made your mind go blank, feeling everything and nothing, paralyzed with pleasure so deep it felt like he’d grabbed hold of your very soul. You felt the tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. He pulled back to look at you, holding your face in his hand again, studying the tears trailing down your cheeks. He watched the tears roll down and he didn’t have the rational mind to stop him from licking the tears from your cheek.
“Love it when you cry for me, princess,” he let go of your face so he could lean down and growl in your ear. You were stuck, holding your breath just before everything hit you. You came with a harsh shout before biting into Gojo’s shoulder, needing to ground yourself and knowing Gojo needed his pleasure with a side of pain. You felt him shudder against you, thrusting through the pulses of your cunt and moaning into your ear. You wrapped both of your legs around him, just wanting to be close to him. He just kept going, chasing his own high. Before long he crushed his lips against yours, only to open your mouth with his and moan breathlessly. He gripped your thigh; your legs were already firmly wrapped around him, crossed at the ankle so that he could not escape you. It was more than welcomed. Gojo had no intention of escaping anywhere. His fingers would probably leave marks but your heavy moans and gasped continued to egg him on as he chased his release. He switched between kissing you and moaning into your mouth until he felt that pressure at the base of his spine becoming unbearable and he knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut.
“‘M gonna fill you up, baby. Fuck gonna get you so full… fucking you so deep, think you’ll give me a baby, princess? Fuck!” He came shoving in deep and coaxing and wounded sound from your throat. He thrust into you erratically, riding out the heavy aftershocks of his orgasm. The two of you stayed like that, suspended in the moment, waiting for your blood to stop rushing and for rational thought to return to your brains. You didn’t even mind that Gojo was kind of crushing you.
You were staring up at the ceiling sightlessly until Gojo got out of you. Then your heavy eyelids shut of their own volition as you felt him begin to ooze out of you when he pulled out. He sat back on his knees to look at you. Your breasts were completely free of your loose tank top and your hands were above your head. He looked between your legs, watching his cum spill out of you for a moment. It was a slow drip, he liked the contrast of the his cum against your skin when you were already so wet that the petals of your sex glistened for him, a flower or brown and pink. He collected his cum on his fingers then pushed them inside of you. You made a soft whining sound obviously half asleep again. He bent down to kiss your breasts, sucking each nipple gently.
“I love you, princess.” He lifted his head to look at you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes closed.
“Hold me, Toru, please.”
“Of course,” Gojo settled at your side and pulled you back against him. He kissed your shoulder, “Thanks for that. Sugu’s been pitching all the time. You know he’s a control freak.”
“Yeah, a real pain in the ass,” you joked smirking a little.
“Tell me about it,” he giggled, bringing one of his hands to hold one of your boobs, “Mm and I missed these. Pecs just don’t hit like tits do. Fuck.”
You were already beginning to drift off to sleep, “Do what you want, Satoru, just don’t wake me up.”
“Dangerous game you’re playing sweetheart.”
“Hmm, I like waking up to a pleasant surprise.”
Geto walked into the house with a heavy sigh a few hours later. He was eager to get out of his work clothes, but as he walked through the front room he noticed your luggage by the stares. An involuntary smile spread across his face. You were home. He’d missed you so much while you were gone. He grabbed your bags and took them upstairs. Your bedroom door was open and the canopy around your bed was closed, jumbling the view of your form with its mesh curtains, he did immediately notice white hair. Which did not surprise him because your room smelled like sex. He set down your luggage and went over to push aside one curtain. Your eyes were closed, and Gojo was… sucking hickies on your chest in the shape of a heart.
“Give the poor thing a chance to rest,” Geto sighed in a hushed tone. Satoru lifted his head and grinned.
“I’ve got the green light to do what I want.”
“And you obviously don’t want her to get good rest.”
“She’s out.” Gojo shrugged resuming his previous task. Geto looked at your face and sighed. You looked dead. The only way he knew you were alive was the simple fact that he could hear your heavy breathing. The covers were still partially over you. Gojo pulled back to look at his work with a juvenile grin before he started shifting lower.
“Gonna see if I can get my name on her inner thigh.”
“Satoru, no.”
“Yeah, Gojo would probably be easier-“
“No, stop giving her hickies. What are you 16?”
“In none of the ways that matter.”
“What the fuck is the supposed to mean?” Geto balked.
“Shh you’ll wake her up. Are you going to join us or just watch?”
“How long has she been asleep?”
“Five hours.”
“Let her sleep a bit longer, Satoru.”
“Or, or, You could eat what’s left of my cum out of her.”
Geto hated to admit it but his mouth subtly started watering at the thought of it. He missed the taste of you, and the sweet sound of your pleasure. He missed the warmth of your thighs around his head. It was hard for him to turn that prospect down. He missed you terribly and he wanted nothing more than to be between your legs. Being in your arms was a close second but that wasn’t available right now.
“Fuck,” he sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. It was a little ridiculous how easy it was for Gojo to talk him into his antics.
“See? You missed her too. She’ll be happy to see you, even happier to see you like this.”
Once his shirt was off he took off his pants so you wouldn’t gripe at him about his outside clothes. Gojo watched with unadulterated desire as Geto stood on the side of the bed shirtless, looking every bit like a work of art. The tattoos on his left pec were vibrant, a feast for the eyes. He took down the top section of his hair that he had up so he could put all of his hair up. He twisted his long hair into a tight bun before securing it. Even still, he knew it wouldn’t last once you awakened and put your fingers in his hair. How he long to feel the rounded edge of your nails against his scalp. Was it his primary motivation for being sure you always had a fresh manicure? Absolutely. He loved the feeling of your nails on him, against his scalp, his back, anywhere.
Gojo pulled the covers back for Geto. He watched him get settled between your legs and looked up at your face to see you were still knocked out. Geto wasted no time spreading you open and licking a broad stripe up your sex. He could taste Gojo on you and he wouldn’t give Gojo the satisfaction of knowing that made this even hotter. Gojo went back to work on your breasts.
Your body felt hot all over. You felt beyond feverish, more like an open fire, a smoldering inferno. Pleasure rolled through you like coming storm. You wanted to open your eyes but it was just so hard to will yourself awake and present. It was easier to move your limbs though. The movement was lazy and uncoordinated but you brought your hand down to the origin of the toe-curling pleasure and intercepted something.
“Sugu,” you grumbled sleepily as you felt the thick bun at the back of his head. You were rewarded with a sharp suck against your clit. You gasped harshly. It took you a moment to notice that another mouth was on you. Your other hand buried itself in Gojo’s hair as he sucked your nipple.
“Oh my god,” you whined.
Geto seemed set on making you lose your mind as he shook as head to settle in right against your clit. He loved the way you whined for him, how your body writhed, how you begged saying his name like a prayer. Your voice broke as you rolled your hips against his mouth.
“Sugu, baby yes! Fuck! Fuck! Right there!”
He knew. You didn’t need to tell him, but he didn’t mind hearing it. In fact he loved hearing it, and feeling your nails scrape against his scalp. Your hands turned to claws as you clenched around nothing which was really a shame. He slipped two of his fingers in you easily to rectify that injustice, curling them against your upper walls and feeling you tremble. Your breath came in quick puffs, every other exhale was a moan or barely restrained scream for God. It amused him that you thought there was anything that could save you from what he planned to do to you.
Your sounds were suddenly muffled and Geto opened his eyes to see that Gojo was kissing you. It was a deep, borderline nasty, kiss that was more like tongue fucking your mouth. His hand was wrapped around your throat. He only pulled back to speak to you. Gojo was speaking in your ear, words Geto could not hear but he felt the effect his words had on you. If you got any wetter he might actually drown. It didn’t take him long to decide he wasn’t afraid of that at all.
“We’re gonna fuckin’ ruin you, gonna make you see stars, baby. You’re all ours now, and we’re gonna take good care of you, sweetheart.”
Geto did something between your legs that made you see God. Your back arched of its own volition as you gasped before the full brunt of mind numbing pleasure hit you. Your whole body was so overwhelmed you thought for sure that you were going to shake apart. If Gojo was still talking then you definitely couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears. It was like when explosions go off in movies. Everything was muffled as pressure took away every sense that wasn’t dedicated to experiencing the onslaught of pleasure Geto waged upon you. Then it all came back and you could hear Gojo speaking to you, low and steady. You could hear the obscene slurping sounds Geto made between your legs. You could hear your own wanton moans, out of breath and frantic as the aftermath of Geto’s ruinous mouth set in and worse he was still going.
You couldn’t breathe, or rather you couldn’t relax your body enough to get a breath. You sat up trying to push away with your hands on the bed and for the first time you opened your eyes, seeing Geto between your legs. His eyes were closed and he held you to his mouth with both arms, muscles bulging with his strength. You weren’t going anywhere. You fell back against the pillows, into Gojo’s waiting arms, where he was eager to up the ante. He kissed your cheek and then down your throat.
You were speaking nonsense, promises of love, profane curses, exclamations to God, perhaps speaking in tongues. Your own voice was lost on you, just another set of sensations washing over you, as you drowned in the tides of pleasure. It felt like an exorcism and an apotheosis, losing your mind and find it all at once. You knew the rumors about Geto before you ever started dating. Sweet Geto Suguru, level headed Geto Suguru, ever the gentleman, he’d make a girl worship at his feet by the end of the night. Not that he ever asked them to anything of the sort, he didn’t have to. They were wrong though, since the first time he ever touched you, since the first time he got his mouth on you he drank of your nectar like it was sweetest communion. From his devotion to following your squirming hips, you’d think this was the most ardent act of theophagy. If anyone was getting the sacramental treatment in the bedroom it was you.
By the time Geto decided you’d had enough you had nothing left. You’d basically pledged lifelong companionship to him while in the throes of pleasure. Your muscles were spent, your mind was blank, you were silent save your heavy breathing. He kissed up your body slowly, reverently as if savoring his last meal. Then his face was above yours, the shorter hairs that framed his face had escaped his bun, the bun itself was hanging on by a thread thanks to the way you’d tugged at it.
“Welcome home,” he smiled before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
“Mm, it’s good to be back.”
Gojo kissed your cheek, “Good to have you back. We missed you like crazy.”
“Can I actually sleep this time? I’m dead tired.”
“Mmhm. Suguru, want me to suck you off?” Gojo offered, knowing Geto was probably so hard it was uncomfortable. You’d put on quite the show for them.
“Nah, our princess will take care of me when she wakes up won’t she?”
“You bet your sweet ass I will. If you think you can handle it, I’ll keep you warm in the mean time. But I’m really going to sleep so be warned.”
Geto groaned, “Fuck, I love you.” He pushed you onto your side and pulled you back against him.
“I love you too,” you sighed feeling him against your lower back. Some graceless shuffling and wiggling around later and Suguru was slowly sliding between your thighs. The sensation was kind of soothing. Then he lifted your leg only for Gojo to guide him inside of you. You actually liked cockwarming. It was the weirdest thing to get sappy about but you liked being joined like that, being as close as possible. It made you feel safe, especially as his arms wrapped around you. It was torture for the boys though, the only kind of torture against them you were proficient in. You were genuinely satisfied to stay just like this for any amount of time.
Gojo watched Geto’s face with poorly contained amusement. The best part about having you home is that you really pushed Geto to his limits. It was something about the sweetness of you, the way it balanced out Gojo’s bite that really seemed to fuck with Geto. Geto’s cheeks were red, he could tell even in the limited light of your bedroom. It was way past sunset now.
“You better not come, Sugu, you promised her a good time. If you cum I’ll be forced to fuck her in front of you for… oh how long did you tell me? A week? You won’t touch her at all. And I’ll have her screaming my name all night,” Gojo taunted. You put one of your legs over his hip, hooking it around him and pulling him in.
“Shh,” you could feel yourself drifting off, “hold me.”
You woke up two hours later, Suguru’s breathing woke you up. It was hot against the nape of your neck. Gojo was curled into you, his face was against your chest and at some point you’d wrapped your arms around him to hold him there. You turned your head but you could only look up at the ceiling.
“You wanna fuck me, sugar?” You murmured, aware of the sticky yet slick wetness smeared between your thighs.
“I’m sorry, you- Fuck, you just started gripping me in your sleep. And you’re so wet.” His voice sounded wrecked. Listening to the state of him set off a fire in your belly that made you tighten around him for a quick moment. He pressed his lips against your shoulders, letting out a wounded sound. You couldn’t have known but he spent the last two hours wide awake, unable to find even the smallest amount of relaxation as your wet heat held him. He’d kept his eyes closed, tried to think of any amount of unsexy things to rise to the challenge he’d accepted. However, his self control was crumbling the very moment he slid home inside of you. It felt so good, and so right. How was he supposed to relax?
“Hm, I was dreaming of you,” you admitted with a smile, thinking of the fading whispers of the dream you were in before he woke you, “Go on, I can take it. Fuck me.”
He moaned a devastated sound as he started rocking his hips into you. He kissed any part of your body that was close to him. You were wet and well past dripping, more like soaking. Every time his hips pressed against your ass he could feel your slick and as he pulled away, there was the slight stick of slowly drying cum. Your body was hot and impossibly soft against him, drawing him in, gripping at him as if it never wanted to let him go.
“I’m not gonna last long, sweet heart,” His voice shook with the restraint it took him not to just cum on the spot. The deep desperate timbre of his voice buzzed inside of your head, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.
“I know. Don’t worry, Satoru’s sleeping and I won’t hold it against you.”
He moved slowly careful not to jostle you too much. However Gojo was a heavy sleeper so he could get away with quite a bit as long as his pace was steady. He lifted you leg , changing the angle to get deeper inside of you as you lie on your side. You moaned a low guttural sound and it tingled from the back of his head to the base of his spine to hear you sound so gone with pleasure.
The angle Geto was at made him butt right up against your g-spot. You tried to hold back as he started to move faster, moaning unabashedly in your ear, but it was really inevitable what was going to happen.
“Sugu, you’re gonna make me-“
“You two are going at it already? Did he break the rule?” Satoru asked sleepily as the sound and motion of your coupling woke him. Before he could properly get his bearings? he felt something warm and wet splash against him, and continue to splash as Geto kept fucking into you. Geto came with a shout grabbing onto you with bruising force as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure crashing into his body. His sensitivity had already been heightened by how long he postponed his orgasm. He swore he was going to black out now that your sex kept spasming, clamping down with a vice-like grip. He couldn’t even stand to overstimulate himself. He had to get out of your pulsing sex lest it drive him absolute feral. He rolled on to his back, cursing sharply.
He threw his arm over his face. “And you two call me a goddamn monster! Give me back my soul, woman,” he said breathlessly. You giggled at his remark, nearly delirious.
“That was disgusting,” Gojo complained looking down at the wetness dripping down his stomach and crotch, “think you can do it again?”
You took note of the brightness in his eyes. He really was a bit crazy. “Let me sleep!!!!”
“You can’t sleep in a wet spot, baby,” he settled with a little laugh, “Come on.”
“I’m sleeping. Move me how you wish but the sex machine is closed for maintenance. I have had enough.”
Gojo didn’t actually want to be inside you, he just wanted to see you squirt again. He could wait for that. The three of you had the rest of your lives together. He did pick you up so he could move you to his room and clean you up a bit. You were pretty much asleep as he drew the warm towel between your legs, and pressed sweet kisses to your body.
You felt him drop you carelessly on his bed. Any other time you would complain about it but you really didn’t have it in you. In another couple of minutes you felt him cover you with his comforter and bring his body close to your. You smiled as you felt him rest his cheek against one of your boobs and the hold the other one, “I love you.”
“I love yoooour boobs. I love your boobs.”
You smacked him in the back of his head and listened to his laughter. He turned and kissed your tit before settling back against it.
“I love you too.”
“Where’s Sugar?”
“Probably struggling to use his legs. You did a number on him. That fucking mega super soaker 3000 between your legs really took him out.”
You let out a loud laugh, “Shut up!”
“I saw his knees knock like a newborn fawn.”
You couldn’t stop giggling. The two of you were inconsolable when Suguru made it to the bedroom. You both turned to look at him. He was leaning against the doorframe staring at the two of you with a small frown. He looked tired. You both laughed even harder.
“Whats so funny?”
“Nothing,” you answered, closing your eyes. You didn’t want him to provoke him into having something to prove. Gojo nuzzled into your chest more comfortably.
“Come to bed, Suguru.”
It wasn’t until Suguru joined the two of you that you felt sleep tugging you into its depths. You hoped to sleep for the next 12-14 hours.
hnng just,, toji backing you against a wall, arm over your head to cage you in. how easily he’d lean over you and smirk down at how flushed you look, only to pull away right before kissing you. how he’d laugh at your whine of disapproval, leaving you to figure it out yourself. unless you begged good enough, maybe.
tags: toji x megumi’s gf!fem reader (reader is of age), 18+ smut MDNI, **DUBCONmanipulation/coercion, big dick daddy toji, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, praise, cheating, unprotected sex, size kink, soft dom toji. no beta ignore typos<3
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youwanted to surprise megumi by meeting him home after he had been away training, you didnt think anything of it as you spent plenty of time at his place without him being here. though, the first person to arrive home was not your boyfriend, but his father who you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting before.
tags: toji x megumi’s gf!fem reader (reader is of age), 18+ smut MDNI, **DUBCONmanipulation/coercion, big dick daddy toji, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, praise, cheating, unprotected sex, size kink, soft dom toji. no beta ignore typos<3
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youwanted to surprise megumi by meeting him home after he had been away training, you didnt think anything of it as you spent plenty of time at his place without him being here. though, the first person to arrive home was not your boyfriend, but his father who you’ve never had the pleasure of meeting before.
mr fushiguro was intimidating to say the least. his tall, built frame could easily tower over you. he had an aura of mystery, of danger, as you examine his face. you rise off the couch to greet him properly. “o-oh mr fushiguro!” you chrip, realizing you’ve probably been staring uncomfortably long. “im sorry, i didnt mean to intrude on your home. im megumi’s girlfriend-” you reach your hand out to shake the older man’s, but he just smirks at you.
“ah, so you’re the one he’s been hiding, hm?” you cant help the way your cheeks flush as he speaks, his eyes peering down at you. “oh, um… im sorry, mr fushiguro sir. megumi is just always so busy, we never really have time to spend here.” you watch his expression twitch at the formality of your tone, but especially at the sweetness of your voice. hes not sure how his son managed to bag such a sweet little thing, and he is a bit upset megumi has obviously taken steps to keep you away from him.
“just toji, darling. mr fushiguro was my father, and im only sir in the bedroom.” he says in a far too serious tone, causing a visible shiver to run down your back. toji chuckles just a moment after. “gosh, just look at you. like a deer in headlights.” he hums, placing a finger under your chin to lift your gaze. “how’d he find such a sweet little thing?” you do feel frozen, like your brain is screaming at your legs to _move, _but they just won’t. “i-i’m sorry again for intruding.” you breathe, voice barely coming out over a whisper. “i should try to call megumi.”
toji just raises an eyebrow. “naw, c’mere sweetie. make yourself at home, i’m sure my kid will be here soon.” his large hands come around to grasp your wrist, surprisingly gentle at first. “m-mr fushig-” your sentance gets cut off when toji closes the gap between you by tugging your wrist and catching your lips with his. your eyes widen immediately as you feel him kiss you and you try to pull away, but you were no match in strength to your boyfriend’s father.
when he finally does let you pull away, the look in your eyes was just precious. “n-no, i need to go.” your hands shake even in his grip, chest rising and falling in rapid succession. toji all but pouts,the grown man above you giving you almost a puppy dog face. "whats the hurry, doll? why don’t you stay, let me show you how a real man loves.“ he breathes, eyes darkening by the second.
you hate that your body is reacting to him in such a primal way, heat spreading from your core even though your brain screams that you don’t want this. this is megumi’s dad, he would be your father-in-law if megumi ever proposed. you should be running away, yet your feet barely inch away. "i-i can’t mr fushiguro-” your sentence ends in a quick yelp as toji’s pulls back on your ponytail, pressinc his lips right to your ear.
he essentially has you locked in place like this, strong grip on both your hair and your wrist. “what did i say about the formality?” there’s a low growl in his tone, making you almost whimper in response. “i don’t wanna hear that again, got it? i am megumi’s father after all, why dont you start callin’ me daddy too?” he says with a chuckle, almost like he’s testing the nickname out. slowly, he walks you back until you’re knees buckle against the couch and you’re now sitting in front of him.
he’s even more intimidating like this, your neck craning to look up at him. he tugs once more on your hair, earning a wayward moan from your lips. you try to shake your head, try to say no but you just can’t make it happen. “mmh c'mon now. use your words.” your eyes are glossy with tears as you look up at toji, seeing his broad shoulders and defined chest muscles. your heart pounds as you struggle to comply, lip shaking as you open your mouth to say no.
“d-daddy…”
you barely mutter the word, a tear falling down your cheek as you do. toji’s thumb wipes it clean, before his hand grips your jaw. “atta girl, i knew you could be good for me.” he coos, coiling your stomach into knots. his voice, somehow so sweet yet condescending at the same time, was starting to wear you down.
toji was nothing like megumi. you would never guess they were father and son other than the fact that megumi was the spitting image of his father. you keep thinking of your boyfriend, of what would happen if he walked in at this moment to see his father looming over you.
but as if toji could tell your mind was wandering, he grabs your attention back by moving his leg and parting your thighs, earning a shuddering breath from you as your skirt inches higher and exposes more skin. “what’s the matter, doll? don’t worry. daddy’ll show you a good time. you sure do look pretty all teary eyed like that, though.” your thighs shake as toji’s hand pushes the fabric up further, inching it up your waist until your panties are unveiled. your eyes once again well with tears, embarrassment surging through you but toji just shushes you.
the touch on your cheek was surprisingly soft, you found yourself leaning into it as if it was your boyfriend. but it was still in fact toji, but when your eyes clear up, he wears an even more surprisingly gentle expression. “you’re okay princess. daddy just wants ta’ have a little fun, that ain’t so bad, is it?” you struggle to answer his question. ’of course its bad!’ the part of your brain still functioning screams. your body unfortunately has other thoughts, you can feel your panties becoming more damp by the passing seconds. every inch of your skin burns hot from desire and toji knows that.
toji knows you won’t be leaving, he knows as soon as his hand pushes aside the silk of your panties and your legs spread further for him that you are indeed going to let him have his way with you. precious, he thinks. he can’t wait to ruin you, his fingers dancing around the plush of your lips before he slides two into your aching cunt. you wish it wasn’t so good, the stretch of his digits already making you want to make a mess on his hand. “d-daddy no-” you whimper to yourself, clenching around his fingers as he preps you for his cock. “no?” toji raises an eyebrow, watching your juices coat his skin. “you wanna stop when you’re this wet for me?” pulling his fingers out, he holds them to your face. your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you see what you’ve done to his hand just within a few seconds.
toji presses his still wet fingers to your lips, watching with a groan as your tongue darts out to clean them without him even asking. “fuck, baby. there is a little slut hiding in there, after all.” you watch with puffy eyes as toji’s free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants. you can see the outline already, his cock entirely too big for you it seems. your mouth waters at the thought of it stretching you open, as much as you fight against those thoughts.
“here, since you wanna suck on somethin’ so bad…” he removes his fingers from between your lips in favor of freeing his cock and sliding it up against your mouth. you can’t suppress the whine that leaves you as your tongue darts out, kitten licking the salty head before toji’s hand grips your jaw. it forces your mouth open wider, letting toji slide his cock further into the warmth. he groans, head thrown back as you finally give in to the primal desires running through your body. your jaw aches already, lips stretched around the width of toji’s cock. it’s quite the sight, toji thinks, as he forces his gaze down. “good fuckin’ girl…” toji sighs, running gentle fingers through your hair.
your eyes water not from your tears this time, but from the force of toji’s cock sliding down your throat. its too much, you’re forcing yourself not to gag but every purr of praise from the man above you sets your core ablaze. you can’t help your desire to please, to be a good girl and to impress him. why? you have no idea. there’s still a sane part of you that’s screaming, but its getting smaller and smaller as the seconds pass.
toji takes a step back, freeing his cock from your mouth as he stands over you. he takes in the wide eyed innocent look you give him, a deep chuckle following as he strokes his cock. “what a pretty little whore…” he muses, the thumb on his free hand running across your bottom lip. toji reaches for your arm, gently pulling you from your spot on the couch before flipping positions with you. you now look down at him as he sits, cheeks flushing as he guides you onto his lap.
this is wrong this is wrong this is wrong-
but as you straddle his thighs, feeling his cock pressing against the fabric of your panties, you can’t make yourself stop. you wantthis. you want megumi’s father. the man megumi has specifically tried to keep you away from. as your thoughts spiral, your eyes fill with tears once again. toji’s voice brings you back to reality, a soft shushing sound falling from his lips. “hey, baby it’s okay.” he reassures, easing your tension as he slides aside your panties.
“you’re gonna feel good, okay?” he shoots you a soft smile, a manipulative smile that makes you shiver. but you’re caught in his web, it was too late to escape. you nod, tears still soaking your cheeks as you shift into a better position. toji takes the lead, one strong hand on your hip while the other helps you sink onto his cock.
you’re gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscles under his shirt flexing as he fits you onto his cock slowly. you shake in his grip, thighs on fire as you attempt to get used to the burn and stretch of being so full. you can’t even imagine sitting fully in his lap at this point, you feel like you’d split in two. but toji ushers you down further, further further-
you sit with your ass pressed against toji’s still clothed thighs, your body trembling as his cock spreads your cunt. it burns, the head of his cock pressed snug against your cervix. toji’s hands run up your back in a soothing manner, giving you your time to adjust. “aw baby.” he coos, condescension dripping off every word. “never been fucked by a real man, huh?” he grunts, hips pushing up to make you gasp as he fucks impossibly deeper in your womb. “ ‘ts too much-” you cry, clinging to his strong chest.
toji just chuckles, his hands settling on your hips. he can easily lift you even with an awkward grip. “naw, you’re takin’ it so well baby girl. you’re fuckin’ making a mess on my pants.” he smirks when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. toji fucks into you with quick shallow thrusts before pushing you onto the full length of his cock.
your nails dig into his shoulders as you take everything he gives to you, the coil in your stomach tightening with every pass of his cock. you don’t want to cum, but your body has a mind of its own as you start fucking back against toji’s brutal thrusts. “atta girl.” toji groans, feeling your walls flutter around him. its intoxicating, the drag of your pussy around him. it’s a shame he probably won’t get to feel this again. as he feels you squeezing around him more, he sneaks a hand between your bodies to play with your clit.
the immediate stimulation makes you mewl, hips arching between the roughness of toji’s thrusts to the soft way his fingers dance on your skin. your body feels hot, too hot, as you shudder against him. “d-daddy…. ’m gonna…” you pant against his skin, hot tears forming in your eyes. “yeah, baby. cum for daddy.” toji watches your face as your jaw falls slack, eyes shut tight as tears roll down your face.
god he hopes he never forgets that look, he needs something to jerk off to on his next mission after all. he’s getting tired of the whores he finds when he has a perfectly good doll waiting at home, even if she’s supposed to be for that damn kid of his.
and you cum, body quivering against the stong form beneath you. you immediately fall slack, your legs burning from the position and your mind in the clouds. you barely even notice toji lifting you off his cock as he cums, the thick ropes painting your thighs and all around your cunt. there was something sweet about the notion that he didn’t cum inside you, something almost caring?
maybe toji was just a little like his son, the caring part of them both hiding behind a scary mask. or maybe you were just coping. you couldn’t really tell as you start to fall unconscious. you’re tired, physically and mentally. toji presses a soft kiss behind your ear before he lifts you as he stands and carries you to megumi’s room. he lays you down and goes to run you a bath before he makes his departure. he wouldn’t dare be here when megumi arrives. your heart and head fight as you force yourself into the bath.
what have you gotten yourself into with this damn family?
TW:smut! cum play (?), cum eating, unprotected sex, pure fucking filth, do tell me if missed any
gojo satoru who doesn‘t want kids but doesn‘t pull out either.
mindlessly, he thrusts into you as if his life depends on it. his eyes are closed, head thrown back with his hands on the small of your back pressing it down, forcing your back to arch.
it hasn‘t been remotely long since your last orgasm, and another one is loading inside you. it’s all caused by the natural arch of his thick cock that keeps hitting your g-spot, causing you become delirious with every passing second.
“‘tooru—” you sweetly moan, tongue already losing it‘s place in your mouth. meanwhile, the white haired man behind you keeps moaning, barely hearing your voice over his as he whines.
“j- just a bit more pretty.” he pants, both hands moving to your waist as his thrusts become rather sloppy and deeper as he shudders with every thrust, feeling your walls tighten around him sweetly.
you shudder, feeling his cock pulse inside you, going deeper with every thrust, his hands clawing at your waist as he chases that sweet release that washes over him in no time.
you both moan so lewdly. his sweet voice leaving past his lips as he stills, dumping his cum inside of you. you stop as well, feeling his liquid inside you. all that stickiness feeling well inside of you, spurting and painting your walls white.
“fuck baby,” he moans.
though he did dump himself inside of you without a care, he doesn‘t want kids, and you don‘t feel prepared yet. you‘re not on birth control, and neither is he.
you sigh in pleasure as you feel him pull out, white cum that belongs to him and you wrapped around his pretty cock. gojo swallows thickly before he grabs your waist and flips you to your stomach.
“alright baby, you know what to do,” he looks up at you, your tired yet smutty eyes meeting his lust filled ones as you nod.
his hand moves to the lower part of your stomach as he watches your cunt with lust in his eyes. you prop yourself on your shoulders as you look down at him between your legs, you smirk lightly before you push.
with one hard push from you and a light pressure from his hand, dribbles of his cum drip from your pussy. you moan, feeling his fingers ghost on the lips of your cunt, opening it to reveal more of you pushing all his seed out of you as best as you possibly can.
and when you feel like can‘t anymore, he‘ll sweetly smile at you, saying “oh don‘t worry, i can help you with that.” then, his long, slender fingers will delve into your pussy.
your throw your head back as his fingers rake the walls of your cunt, bringing the remnants of his cum out of your pussy. and when he sees his middle and ring finger glisten with cum when he takes them out, he‘ll waste no time and put them into his mouth. he does that all while he looks at you, looking lewdly before his fingers go back in.
when he finds that his fingers can no longer pick out anything, he‘ll prop his mouth before you glistening cunt and stick his tongue straight into you. best part is when you‘ll take his hair and push your cunt straight to his mouth. he‘ll smirk, grabbing your thighs and straight up lick you in the inside. he calls this process ’just making sure’ to make sure that there is no more cum in your cunt, to ensure that there will be no babies coming your way.
and when he‘s down with taking all remnants of his white potent seed out of you, he‘ll crawl over to you and dangle his cock before your mouth. of course, you naturally will eat up and lick him. you‘ll eat the mixture of yours and his ecstasy clean.
and when you‘re done, you two will share a cute deep kiss, tasting each other. <3
TW: breath play, head, choking, saliva play, cum eating, straight up fucking filth and some writing errors, i wrote this at 3am. do tell me if i missed any!
think about giving toji fushiguro head and it being so nasty.
he doesn’t go vanilla and allows you to lean back and take control. this man is straight up just cruel, mean, and a fucking bully about it.
he‘ll grab you by the roots of your hair and push and pull you on his long thick cock. not just that, he‘ll even thrust his hips and and out of your mouth as if it were your hole.
he shows no mercy towards you, simply using you as if you were a public toilet and lets you choke on his long dick as if he were not aware of his size. not only that, he menacingly laughs at you when he sees tears running down your cheeks because it turns him the fuck on.
after a few more minutes of that, he‘ll pull you out of his cock. you may think you‘re free, but no. he won‘t even let you breathe, he takes you by your hair and leads you to his balls. he‘ll let your slobber on them, lick them as if they were ice cream that‘s going to melt within seconds.
when toji fushiguro feels like he‘s about to cum, he does not waste time nor his potent semen. he‘s going to bend and shove that cock down your throat again.
you choke and gurgle, hands on his thighs as you look at him, begging him to have mercy on you. your wet lashes flutter as more and more tears escape your eyes, eyes so glossy like your lips and chin and his cock, all covered with saliva. he can’t help but smirk and snort at the sight before he thrusts all the way in and cums down your throat.
you feel all of it go down your throat too. it‘s sticky, thick, and a lot. his cock past your throat twitching inside there as he groans, slightly rocking back and forth. and he stays there for a few seconds, making sure you‘ve got it all before he pulls out of your mouth.
“tongue out.” he‘ll say, and you do as told. you put your tongue out and he‘ll laugh at that, hand on your head as he chuckles about how much of a good pet you are before he taps his red tip against your tongue and lets your slobber on it, making sure all your drool is over his tip before he simply puts it back in his underwear as a little wet gift.
then, he‘ll bend down take your tongue into his mouth for a few seconds before he pulls away and spits on your tongue. he smirks, pressing two fingers against your tongue and putting it back to place, closing your mouth too. and with those same fingers, he‘ll put those in his mouth and savour that flavour of your saliva and his cum.
and of course, he‘ll then tell you to sit on his lap and he‘ll play with your body for a bit because he‘s a gentleman like that.
surely, you‘d think that playing beach volleyball would be all fun and games. there would be no strong negative feelings, just joy as you enjoy the heat and humidity by the beach.
it was like that.
until it wasn‘t.
it’sfushiguro toji whofeels his anger rise with every passing second.
he watches your darling face as you play volleyball with gojo satoru. in his eyes, you look unbelievably delectable for someone who‘s only playing volleyball. the way your smile beats the beams of the sun is something that‘s so eye capturing.
but that isn‘t the only eye capturing thing in here.
the way your pretty bikini slowly hikes up with every effort you exert to jump high to catch the ball is not something that he thought he would be witnessing today, yet here he is.
it wouldn’t have been bothering him, had it been you and him playing. he probably would have made you jump on purpose. he‘d love the way your tits would bounce, and with every little action your bikini hikes up, showing more and more of your underboob before it just gives up and shows your pretty tits.
but now that you‘re playing with gojo who seems to be doing what he would have done, he feel his anger rising instead of his erection.
he can see the shit eating grin gojo holds as he makes every hit high just to make you jump and expose more skin. that action does nothing but make the irk on toji‘s forehead grow.
with a click of his tongue, he stands up from his seat. and as he does so, he notices that gojo isn‘t the only one looking at your boobs bounce. almost everyone in the beach is doing so.
a scowl shows on his handsome face as he grabs a bottle of water and opens it before he stops where the rope indication is and calls you over.
you look at him then nod, walking over and calling a break. the smile on your face almost makes his anger dissipate. the sweat that makes your body glisten makes his mouth water like a dog in heat, but he holds it in.
“hey baby,” you smile as he stretches out his hand to hand you the bottle. he smiles back and motions you close up until you’re only centimetres apart.
“enjoyin’ yourself sweetheart?” he asks so innocently, as if his hand isn‘t rising in the most sensual way known to man. deft fingers trailing on your sides up until they‘re halfway your ribcage.
“mhm. i haven‘t had this much fun with volleyball in such a long time.” you smile.
toji smiles sweetly back at you, all while side-eying gojo who has his eyes on your tits that are already half exposed, something you somehow hadn’t noticed yet.
toji‘s eye twitches before his hands ghost your tits. “mhm, seems like it.” he then places his hands directly on the bottom hem of your bra and pulls it down. “seems like your partner is as well.”
“gojo? yeah he‘s—”
you don‘t get to finish yourself. not when his large hands suddenly squeeze your tits sweetly. you almost emit a moan, but not when his mouth covers yours for a sweet kiss.
your eyes fall naturally close as your hands wrap themselves around his neck. but his eyes remain open. he makes eye contact with gojo whose eyes suddenly burn with jealousy seeing you fall putty into toji‘s hands.
though they don‘t exchange words, toji sends him a message with his eyes, something that goes along the lines of:
I only write NSFW content for the adults! All of my fics feature black coded readers but anyone can read. Most of the time my writing comes out race neutral anyway but it’s something to keep in mind. This is a safe place for black women. Respectful people can visit.
you could tell during sex that he was admiring your body when he slowed down. always, you could tell.
even if you had been on the brink of your orgasm, pussy about to soak him and strangle his dick with how hard it made you cum, he would stop dead in his tracks to salivate over your body.
he lived for your shape, the way your body was so ripe and full– plump, taught creases where your thighs met your sides from how far he bent you over. that round, plush ass he loved to see flatten against his pelvis every time he threw his hips into you. he’d been doing it before, fucking you with a patient passion that held a steady cadence of soft, wet claps filling the room. you sang the hell out of his name over them. he had to bite his lip, frowning deeply at the combination of seeing your ass rippling all the way up your tummy and back and down to your thighs each time he fucked his dick into you, and the feeling of that hot honey inside your pussy… the same that he wanted to stir up to drool over his cock, the same he wanted to taste all night with his devil-gifted tongue. your pussy could fucking kill him, he swears on everything. it’s so hot… that shit chokes his dick like he would not believe if he hadn’t felt it. that gushing wet, slick, creamy pussy that loved him so much that it wouldn’t let him go each time he pulled out, that sucked him back in no matter how he moved. you had cat that would start wars between nations and he knew it. he could only moan. o n l y m o a n, that pussy was so good. words couldn’t find him when he felt those walls start munching, when he could feel your cervix squishing kisses at the tip of his cockhead. those moans of his keep coming the weaker he gets, keep vibrating low in his chest, giving the bassline to your melody, to his rhythm now being bucked into you again. he watches his dick sink into you, disappearing deep into that golden brown flesh that contrasted so perfectly with his own… and coming out glistening with your juice and your cream all over it, rolling down his sack and down the inside of your legs.
and when you fucking cum, when you convulse and scream out for him while that pussy eats him whole, when you make him lose his sight and make his ears ring from how hard you make him bust, deep deep in you… as far as he could go…
Finally, after long, I am back on my stead (hopefully posting more from now on), but as Valentine’s Day is approaching, I’d like to open my ValentineEvent!Now, the event will be divided in two parts: first part will be a NSFW Match -Up that will have few rules and unfortunately not a lot of opportunities (so grab it while you can - I won’t be doing any request which arrives after the set deadline which you can find in the Rules); and the second one will be a special week-event like for White Day, following the ending of the match up consisting of randomly selected characters and prompts I’ll ask you to send in in the span of a week (more on this in the weeks to come).
#Rules for the NSFW MU ♡
•To participate in the NSFW MATCH UP you have to be 18 or over.
—your preferred fandom (if not specified, I’ll do it to my own discretion within the fandoms I write for).
Optional:
—whether you would like a nsfw visual;
— a kink / fantasy / wet dream - headcanon you have;
—anything about yourself you are comfortable sharing!
And I will match you up with a man who would satisfy your most deep yearnings, not making you get a wink of sleep making one of your hidden fantasy reality instead.
I’ll be taking requests until the 9th of February (8th February 23:59:59 CET). Requests sent in after this date will not be fulfilled.
Thank you for each one of those who will decide to participate.
I have compiled a list of smut prompts/phrases from multiple different lists. For my drabble game, send up to 3 for any member of Ateez. In addition to smut, you may specify an extra genre such as angst, fluff, comedy, or whatever. Also, you may include a trope or an AU, like college au, idol au, neighbors au, coffee shop au, etc., or any existing story universes I have written if you would like. Since these are reader insert drabbles, please include reader’s pronouns!
“I’d hold onto something if I were you.”
“I love it when you moan my name”
“Just a little harder”
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”
“No panties?”
“I want you now”
“Use your tongue”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I can’t sleep without you here”
“Do you like that?”
“You need a place to stay for the night?”
“Spend the night with me”
“You can get louder, can’t you?”
“Look what you do to me.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Open your mouth.”
“If you want to come, you better beg.”
“That feels so good.”
“Don’t cum yet.”
“Strip. Now.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Bite me”
“If you insist”
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
“This is a one-time thing.”
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Get on your hands and knees, right now.”
“I just want to please you”
“All of my thoughts about you are improper.”
“I love it when you kiss my neck.”
“Don’t be gentle.”
“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now.”
“You wanna have sex with me?”
“You’re not going out dressed like that”
“I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.”
“Make me.”
“You’re mine.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me right now.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”
“This is new.”
“Don’t give me that look.”
“Like what you see?”
“Stay quiet”
“I told you to stay still.”
“I promise I’ll be good.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
“You feel so good.”
“I want you inside me.”
“Maybe I need to remind you of your place.”
“I think I’ve made my intentions clear.”
“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”
“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.”
“I know a workout you might actually enjoy.”
“I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“I want it to hurt.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”
“I just want to feel something.”
“I swear I’m gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door.”
“Wanna join?”
“Mind if I join?”
“I’m either joining or watching, you pick.”
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”
“You’re more than just a one night stand”
“Don’t forget who you belong to.”
“Would you just shut up and kiss me already.”
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
“We’re in public you know.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
“No. I’m supposed to make you feel good.”
“Stop teasing me so much”
“Bed. Now.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You better watch your fucking mouth.”
“Did I say you could stop?”
“First one to make a noise loses”
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”
“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
“These walls are pretty thick which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”
“You look so good on your knees like that.”
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
“If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come home I’m bending you over the bed.”
“Mine.”
“We can’t do that here.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice.”
“Behave.”
“What did you just say?”
“Come here.”
“Watch me.”
“If you can’t sleep… how about we have sex?”
“Put that thing away.”
“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”
“Tell me what you want”
“Y-you’re not…. w-wearing anything under that are you?”
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?”
“There is no way anyone is that innocent.”
“You taste like fucking candy.”
“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”
“You make a sound and it’s game over.”
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”
“Were you just masturbating?”
“What are you doing in my bed?”
“Want help with that?”
“Shut up!” “Why don’t you come over here and make me!”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
“We’re not just friends and you know it.”
“What? Does that feel good?”
“I’m not jealous! It’s just…. you’re mine.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“Tell me that again.”
“You have no idea how much I want you.”
“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”
“Say it.”
“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget that guy’s name.”
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Wanna fuck?”
“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”
“How do I look?”
“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.”
“We’re…. just friends.”
“Friends don’t do this kind of shit.”
“Friends don’t know the way you taste.”
“How quickly can you cum?”
“Think you could warm me up?”
“Touch me and you lose.”
“There are people here.”
“I want him to fuck you, so you know I can do it better.”
“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.”
“Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then.”
“I don’t know what to do.” “Then let me teach you.”
“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
“Wanna bet?”
“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”
“If we get caught, I’m killing you.”
“It’s not what it looks like!” “Yes, it is.”
“Show me.”
“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
“I forgot my towel.”
“You’re naked, aren’t you?”
“Take it off slowly.”
“Can you help me with this zipper?”
“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.”
“I hope you know what that implies.”
“No one can ever find out about this.”
“Are these handcuffs?”
“Miss me?”
“What are you staring at?”
“I don’t feel like sleeping.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Why so shy?”
“Will you let us fuck you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel really good.”
“You’re the one who aroused me, so let’s have some fun.”
“Why don’t we move this to the bed?”
“Would you like to go somewhere a little private?”
“I know the fastest way to release anxiety.”
“These are so wet. Aren’t you going to remove them?”
“Is this too much?”
“I need you. Now.”
“This feels dirty…” “Because it is.”
“Fuck.” “Already did.”
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent.”
“Move your hands.”
“I want you to touch yourself.”
“I dare you to fuck ____.”
“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time if you’re looking for one.”
“Hey, you awake?”
“I want you… here… right now.”
“Bend over and spread your legs.”
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Do it like you always do.”
“Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”
“Your lips make me wonder what you taste like.”
“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.”
“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”
“Lay back.”
“I can’t believe how wet you are already.”
“Oh fuck me.” “That’s the plan.”
“The night’s still young.”
“Did I stutter?”
“It’s your fault I’m like this.”
“I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off later.”
“I just took a shower, but I don’t mind taking a second one with you.”
“The only thing more beautiful than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile.”
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”
“I love being with you like this.”
“I know you think about me at night.”
“Choose me.”
“Stop biting that fucking lip.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Can you not keep that damn tongue in your mouth?”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
“Is that my shirt?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“Just once.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“No one needs to know.”
“You were always the quiet one.”
“I had a dream like this once…”
Prompt Smut is back!
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»I’ll be taking a maximum of FIVE prompts for each fandom, and I won’t be doing repeat characters (sorry!).
Apart from this limitations, you can just pick a character andsend it in an ask, with the number of the prompt you want, (please specify if you want specific pronouns), choosing from the ones here above! Please stay tuned for the requests. And now, enjoy!
naoya’s fantasy [naoya zenin + y/n x noritoshi kamo]
cw masturbation, mention of breeding kink, naoya being ass, wanting what he cant have lol, peeping tom mode
psst uh hi, so i was thinking with my dick im sorry LMAO and its short idc
naoya zenin hates it when he can’t get something.
not that he cared most of the time but it’s you. the idea of being married forever to a person, isn’t ideal in his mind; but it’s you and he wants you.
