Since Yu haibara was canonically love to put flowers on nanami (or to his stuff)

so I draw one (you can imagine thats your hand if u like uwu)

(Manga fans will get this uwu)

“Show us the goods! ^w^ ✨✨”

Nanamiming:

//miming means cat/kitten in filipino btw uwu

(I will gonna make this as a sticker soon so stay tuned! ✨✨✨)

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Pairing: Nanami x Female Reader
Characters: Nanami Kento, surprise person (let’s be real you can probably guess lmao) 
Rating:NSFW
Content: d/s dynamic, blowjob, cum swallowing, dacryphilia, dumbification, threesome, degradation, praise

PLEEEEASE the way this man could take me into overtime O_O

Okay we all know Nanami is a dilf without kids let’s be real

It wasn’t exactly an odd occurrence. Being called to the study that Nanami typically resides in. It was just his wording…
I need you here now.
Usually he’d put it across as more of a request rather than a demand. It feels awfully similar to the events that usually take place after work hours.

“You called for me?” Your voice is quiet as you gently tap on the open door. He doesn’t appear to be in any sort of distress.
Nanami doesn’t even glance up, not a single flicker. “Shut the door and come here.” It’s that tone. The same one that never fails to make you weak at the knees. Instinctively, you do as your told. The door shuts and you glide over to where he sits behind a desk, shuffling piles of paper. “Knees.”
That command you had heard a million times before was ringing though your head. Your eyes widen in disbelief. “But-”
“I said knees.” This being the only moment that his eyes meet yours makes you immediately obey. “Good girl.” His large hand brushes over your hair, stroking you softly. 
Your eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him being gentle. You feel a familiar fabric wrap loosely around your neck. As you glance down you take notice of his tie. You tilt your head to the side in confusion. 
“Come.” He pulls you in by the tie, tightening it all the while guiding you to sit on the floor between his legs. Your hands rest on his muscular thighs as you look up at him, already diving into subspace and awaiting his next command. 

Nanami gently grips your chin, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. He didn’t even need to use his words and you already knew what he wanted. Wasting no time, you reach up to undo his belt. Pictures of the night before where he used it to tie your hands together flash in your mind. 
He’s already hard. This must be why he called you in so urgently. You know all too well how much he hates wasting time, so you promptly follow the usual procedure. 

Nanami has always been good at keeping a poker face. If not for his heavy breathing, you wouldn’t even know that he was enjoying himself. From just a minute your throat already hurts, suppose that’s from his almost unbelievable size. But then again, from the first encounter with him you knew he would be packing. 
He wraps the tie around his fist and pulls you up closer, slightly choking you to tighten the space in your throat. As he runs a hand loosely through his hair, you notice the veins on his hands coming to surface. God how they were so pretty. Especially when he’d wrap his hand around your neck. 
“That’s a good girl.” Nanami praises. His voice still low but evidently breathy. You loved seeing the effect you had on him, it was so hypnotising to see such a prideful man abandon his image and give himself over to pleasure. 

By the way the muscles in his thighs started tensing you knew he was getting close. You suck your cheeks in more and take him deeper, trying to please him as best as possible. 
The faint sound of footsteps down the hallway makes you freeze. Sure, if anyone walked in they wouldn’t be able to see you with the desk covering the front. Yet you still panic ever so slightly.
Nanami’s breath hitches at the loss. “Don’t stop no matter what.” He instructs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 
You nod and carry on, trying to ignore the footsteps growing closer towards the room. Unsurprisingly, you hear the door swing open.

“Nanamiiiiiiii~” A cheery voice rings through the room. Your eyes widen at the sound. You look up to Nanami who keeps a straight face all the while choking you more. “Always working, boring!” The voice beams. 
“Better than someone who doesn’t work at all.” Nanami replies sternly, his voice having a slight shake to it. “What do you want?”
You try your best to tune them out, focusing on the task you were appointed with. Nanami drops his grip on the tie and holds your head down, forcing you to deepthroat his cock. You can’t breathe, you feel the urge to pull back but a warm feeling spills into your throat. 
Once swallowing you pull away and cough, trying to get back the air that was taken. Once realising what you’d done, you slap your hand to your mouth and look up at Nanami, expecting him to be angry.
Yet… he grimaces. 

“Oh, I see~” The voice titters, stepping closer towards the desk. Your face flushes to a bright red.
Nanami scoots back and looks down at you. “Come on out of there.” 
Hesitantly, you stand. Unable to even turn around and look at the other person in the room. Nanami guides you to sit down onto his desk. Your eyes peer over to the glass cabinet in the corner of the room that’s reflection just barely made out the image of him. Gojo Satoru.
You can’t even bring yourself to look at Nanami, you simply keep your head down. 
“So that’s what you were doing.” Gojo snickers whilst stepping towards the desk. “And here I thought you were just a workaholic.”
Nanami rolls his eyes while one of his hands traces circles on your thigh. “She can be a piece of work at times.” He teases, referring to the times you’d disobey his orders or act bratty. “Not today though. She’s been good.” His soft praise makes your eyes glaze over in submission, that was all it really took with him. 
“How interesting!” Gojo’s surprisingly cold fingertips gently trail against the back of your neck. “Perhaps you’d let your most dearest friend take her for a test drive.” You could just sense that idiotic smile even without looking at him.
“By all means. But she only listens to me, good luck.” Nanami leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, watching the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.
Gojo taps his chin in thought. “Then maybe you could give me a little head start. It’s only fair.” 

Nanami cocks an eyebrow before staring intensely into your eyes. “Present.” 
His tone vibrates throughout your body. Before you even know it, you’re spreading your legs on the desk and flashing him your already soaked panties underneath your skirt. 
He smiles ever so slightly and shakes his head. “Not to me. Him.” Nanami motions his head towards Gojo’s direction. You can’t help but feel a mixture of arousal and embarrassment stirring inside you. 
You spin your body around and present yourself to the white haired man. Never in your life had you done something like this. 
Gojo grins widely. “What a pretty sight!” He grazes one of his fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, causing you to jolt. “And already wet, how lovely.”
He presses his finger slightly harder, right against your clit. You whine and grip the desk in anticipation. 

Gojo taps two of his fingers against your bottom lip. “Suck for me darl~” His tone just as playful as ever. 
Hesitantly, you part your lips and allow him to place them in your mouth. Your tongue laps around his fingers, coating them in your saliva. You had craved to have your lips around something else of his but fingers would have to do for now. 
He pulls his hand away and pushes your panties to the side. Following no hesitation, Gojo pushes a finger inside. You gasp at the feeling of his cold and thin finger now grazing against your g-spot that he found with such ease. You whine as he inserts yet another finger. You tighten around him. 

Nanami’s hands snake onto your hips, the familiar warmth from his fingers seeps into your skin along with the graze of calluses. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, panting against the stimulation. Nanami appears completely unbothered by the scene unravelling before him, yet you know that he’s just aching to touch you. 
The knot in your stomach tightens to an almost burning point. Your legs wrap around Gojo’s waist, pulling him in closer. You want this release.
No. You need this release. Your body screams at you to let go, yet you don’t allow yourself. You fight back against the feeling that overwhelms every single nerve in your body. 
Over and over, you reject yourself the chance of an orgasm. You’ve been trained too well to accept the opportunity. Gojo seems rather confused but still amused at your flustered face, admiring your lustful expression. 
Once Nanami realises what’s happening, he smirks. “Hard to make her come, right?” He asks, trailing his fingers along your stomach. So close yet so far. 
”Admittedly, yes.” Gojo chuckles to himself. “Never had this issue before. I can feel her getting close but then it disappears.” He tilts his head to the side as if to try and figure out what was going on.
Nanami lays soft pecks on your neck sending tingles through your body. “She doesn’t come unless given permission. Such a good girl.” He whispers the latter into your ear. The sound of his praise just adding to your wetness.

“Please-” You whine, looking back at him with a delicious desperation to your eyes. 
Nanami kisses your temple and shakes his head. “Not me. I don’t have my fingers inside you right now.” 
Despite knowing exactly what was going on, you still blush at his dirty words. You turn to Gojo who smiles widely. “Can I please–” Your back arches off of Nanami as Gojo curls his fingers inside you, hitting another sweet spot. “I need it! Please!” Your soft whines soon turning to begging once you feel the build-up come rushing back. 
Gojo speeds up his fingers, watching the water spring to your eyes. “You can come.” Upon the discovery that it took just a mere 3 words to send you over the edge, Gojo marvelled in the power that he held. Your legs shake violently through the orgasm that felt twice as powerful all because of the edging. 

Nanami moves away from you and joins Gojo on the other side of the desk, admiring the mess made of you. “Not bad. But it’s much better when she begs for me.” He gloats, shrugging his shoulders. You can barely focus on the words that they’re saying, all you can do is ride out the shaking.
“By all means, show me.” Gojo motions for him to show how its done. A challenge easily accepted. 
Nanami steps forward and lifts you up off the desk. You can barely stand with your trembling legs. “Tell me, who do you want?” He asks. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, so hypnotising.
“You! Please Nanami- please fuck me! I want you!”
Your words make him grin. “Knees.” Immediately, you drop down wasting no time. His zipper is still down which makes it so much easier. You pull his underwear down just enough to slip his cock out. In a second, it’s sliding down your throat. Deep, deep down just the way he likes it. Nanami throws his head back, encouraging you to keep going. 
Nanami looks down at you, chest heaving and flushed face. “It’s not just me here.” His head jerks toward Gojo. You pull Gojo in by the hem of his shirt and briefly pull away from Nanami. 
Gojo assists in pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. With saliva already dripping around your mouth, you run your lips up his length, guiding your tongue to follow. One hand wraps around Nanami, pumping him while you suck off Gojo. 
Nanami’s hand tangles into your hair, telling you it’s his turn again. Over and over you swap between the two until they both reach their limit. You sit with your hands on the floor between your legs and stick out your tongue. The two of them stroke themselves, aiming for your throat as they finish around the same time. Their cum lands not only in your mouth but also on your cheek and partially in your hair. 

They watch as you wipe your cheek and lick your fingertips clean. Nanami throws his head to the side almost seeming frustrated before lifting you up off the floor by your wrists. He grips your chin between his fingers. Your eyes linger towards Gojo who simply watches with a smug smile while slowly rubbing himself. 
Before you even know it, you’re pinned to the desk from behind. You push back against his crotch, feeling the hardness between your bare ass. With a slight grunt, Nanami thrusts himself inside of you. Despite being so wet, it hurts like crazy, your hole being stretched and insides pounded. You had been craving this for so long.  
Gojo makes his way to the other side of the desk and sits down on the chair, watching your face as you’re completely ruined. Your tongue falls from your mouth as you pant. Gojo takes it as an opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth while he continues to stroke himself. Instinctively, you start sucking which seems to make him laugh a little. 
”Want it that bad?” He asks, leaning forward. Your eyes glue to his cock that leans against his toned abdomen. You nod and whimper, unable to use your words. 
Nanami angles himself to abuse your sweet spot. You lurch forward and yelp with tears in your eyes. Gojo stands from the seat and steps closer toward you. One hand gripping your hair, the other steadying his cock.  

You stick out your tongue and lick at the tip that still has remnants of his cum. He pushes himself inside your mouth once again, reaching the very back of your throat. It only makes the tears trapped in your eyes fall down your cheeks. He thrusts his hips forward, never giving you the chance to do it yourself.
Nanami’s hands almost bruise your hips from the force. Every snap of his hips makes your whine. If it weren’t for a full mouth, you’d be screaming out. 
“Aww she’s so cute, getting her holes stuffed.” Gojo cooes while still fucking your face. “She’s even crying.” He wipes a tear from your cheek and licks it from his finger. 
Nanami groans and speeds up. “That’s because she’s pathetic. Clamping down on me like this.” His hand swiftly makes contact with your ass, sending a stinging sensation through your body.
You choke back on Gojo, saliva dripping down your chin and landing on the desk. You look up at him with teary eyes, his head is tilted back while he absorbs all the pleasure. He glances down at you and smiles. “So pretty.”

With the spots Nanami keeps hitting, it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to come creeping up on you. You tap against Gojo’s thighs, telling him to pull away. “Please- m’gonna come- please–” You beg almost breathlessly. 
Nanami tuts and thrusts harder. “Not yet.” He demands. Your mind becomes clouded, you try your best to not let the build-up happen but it all feels too good. Your entire body tightens up at the burning feeling that fills between your hips. 
Nanami feels your tighten against him with your legs slightly trembling. He pulls you in towards him by your hair. “Don’t you dare.” He growls. 
Just the sound of his voice is enough to send you reeling. You cry out with a broken voice as your body convulses through your orgasm. As Nanami pulls out, you fall to the floor. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–!” You whimper while crawling towards him. 
Nanami shakes his head. “You know what this means don’t you.” He crouches down to your level and brushes his hand gently through your hair. 

The wood of the desk feels cold against your now bare back. All of your clothes are scattered across the room. Your hips ache as Gojo thrusts inside of you. Nanami sits in his desk chair, stroking himself and moaning your name. You whine and beg for him to let you touch him but he simply ignores your very existence. Your hands remain trapped in Gojo’s clutch, you can’t even reach out to him. All you can do is watch him as you’re fucked by another man.

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You don’t know how many times Gojo had edged you, but it’s enough to have you aching and sobbing for a release. Streaks from your tears stain your cheeks and leave a salty taste on your lips. 
Gojo tilts his head to the side, looking at you like you’re a helpless puppy. “You wanna come that bad?” He asks. You nod your head while choking back on tears. He looks towards Nanami who sits with a pleased smile. “Our turn first.”
Gojo picks up his speed, your insides already feeling bruised enough without his aggressive movements. You whine at the mixture of pain and pleasure. One look is all it takes for you to tell that Nanami is close. His cheeks flushed to a pretty pink that he refuses to ever acknowledge. 
As he approaches his climax, Nanami stands and shoves himself into your mouth before filling it completely with him cum. His hand covers both your mouth and nose as he pulls away, cutting off your air. “You’d better swallow.”
He watches as you let the cum fall down your throat, the salty taste fills your mouth. 
With few final thrusts, Gojo pulls out quickly and paints your body with his own cum, covering you with the white liquid. Your chest heaves as you look up at Nanami expectantly. He rolls his eyes with a slight smile and heads over to stand between your legs. 
You sit up and watch the two of them as they glance at each other with a sort of deviant look to their eyes. Not a single word is uttered, yet they both seem to know exactly what to do.

Gojo’s fingers trail to your clit while Nanami pushes two of his own inside of you. You gasp at the sensation and throw your head back. All the edging had made you especially sensitive to touch. 
With both of their hands working at the same time, it hardly takes any time to get you back to the build-up that you had been deprived of so many times. Your eyes flutter shut as you whimper. The very tipping point being Nanami mumbling a ‘good girl’ under his breath. 
You lean your hand against Nanami’s shoulder, your legs try to close but they force them open, not letting you cover up. Electricity shoots through your body as you tremble and fall back against the desk. The two of them pull their hands away from you and wait for you to sit back up. 

Nanami gathers your clothes and helps you put them back on while whispering soft praises that make you blush. He kisses you on the forehead and carries you over to the small sofa in the corner of the room where he sets you down on his lap, holding you close. 
Gojo cleans himself up and approaches the two of you, kneeling down and looking at you as your closed eyes make your eyelashes fan against your cheeks. “Pretty good test drive.” He jokes. You snicker a little and bury your face in Nanami’s chest, inhaling his comforting scent. “Might come back every now and then to check on your ‘work’.” Gojo smiles before standing up and heading towards the door. 
Nanami rolls his eyes and traces small circles on your cheeks, providing you with a sense of safety.  If there was one thing he never failed to be amazing at, it was definitely aftercare.
You peer up at him. He looks down and plants another kiss on your forehead. “Also don’t think I’ll go easy on you tonight because of this.” He breaks the silence. Your eyes widen as you gulp. “We’re using the rope tonight.” He smirks.
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But fr I want to be spit-roasted by these two I will PAY GOOD MONEY
This post took me so fucking long for literally no reason

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[nanami kento x fem! reader] 

summary: Nanami decides on his own that it’s time to try something new. hellbent on getting vengeance, you subject him to similar treatment.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, overstimulation, rough sex, oral sex, forced orgasms, flogging, ball gag, restraints(handcuffs), nipple clamps, vibrators, face-sitting

word count: 3,107

“You know.. resisting will only stop you from enjoying this.” Another heavy hit of the flogger against your inner thigh, marking the third time in the same spot. Unable to move from the spread out position you’re in since each of your limbs are cuffed to the bed posts. Your unresponsiveness doesn’t sit well with the man towering above you. A firm hand slaps your thigh harder than the flogger did previously and even though you flinch viciously with every hit, the bed doesn’t shake. “Nanami what’s the meaning of this?” He leans down close to you, minty breath fanning against your face when he responds, “Why the formalities? We’re just trying something new.” Gritting your teeth, you hiss, “Yeah, clearly. The Kento I know would’ve warned me at least.” A forced chuckle is all you hear before he steps away and opens a drawer behind you, pulling an object out and walking back towards you with it behind his back. “I apologize in advance for what you’re going to experience.” Confusion is written all over your face, an expression that he’s never left you feeling before. 

When a cold cylinder shape is pressed against your lips, an incoherent slur you ask, “What are you doing?” Nanami lifts your head, and you receive no answer to your question. What you do hear, is the sound of a buckle snapping. At the same time, the object in your mouth tightens enough to stop you from speaking overall. “It’s just a ball gag, sweetheart.” He steps away from you and walks back over to the drawer that he pulled this device from. Carefully and quietly selecting which toys to use against you while you stare at the ceiling. More than anything, you’re in disbelief that he’s capable of something like this. You know that he would never cause any real harm to you, but he’s a dedicated man and you don’t know how long he’ll drag things out.

Nanami tosses a few items next to your body, before sitting down next to you and blocking your view from identifying what they are. Metal clanks together while he ruffles his hand through the pile. He picks up a pair of nipple clamps and lets you examine them before adjusting the clips to a looser setting. You watch him, quiet and alert; paying attention to his every move. Tension in the room is high, a mixture of his excitement and concentration. Nanami places the nipple clamps on you one by one. What’s supposed to be a moan ends up sounding like a hum against the gag in your mouth, eyes rolling back at the sharp sting on your nipples. His eyes peer down at your cunt that’s drooling onto the sheets below you. How’s he supposed to maintain his resolve when you’re like this in front of him? Sprawled out on the bed with vulnerability washed over your features like a fawn who lost their mother. Two deft fingers slip into your cunt, exiting as quick as they entered while he observes his slick coated fingers. “I’m glad you’re pleased by this.”

When Nanami presses two fingers back into your heat, you tense up at the feeling of something lingering inside of you after his fingers retreat from your body. A thin piece of silicone dangles out of your cunt, tickling you between both holes. A vibrator egg. The lightbulb in your head turning on evidently shows across your face and Nanami wastes no time setting the toy to vibrate. The setting is on low, just enough to shake your insides but not fill you with euphoria. He pulls out a large vibrating wand, turning it on and bringing it to your clit. All these feelings mixed together is a dangerous cocktail, leaving you trembling and wishing you had access to grab the sheets. He watches you earnestly as you come undone with each second that passes. The vibrator in your cunt doesn’t make you feel stuffed, leaving you clenching around it; wishing for more. The constant pressure of your nipples being clamped is intoxicating if you concentrate on it for long enough. Each time you’re on the brink of cumming, he highers the vibrating wand setting against your clit and watches as you orgasm violently, over and over, until near convulsions.

After your fifth forced orgasm, Nanami still hasn’t grown tired of seeing your eyes tear up at the pleasure that became painful orgasms ago. You desperately tug your arms and legs against the metal cuffs, trying to get them to break so you can put an end to this madness. Wrists and ankles have gone raw from your attempts, throat dry and scratchy from trying to scream beneath the ball gag. He notices your pupils dilated far beyond normal because of the stress you’re in. Agonizing stress resulting in you yearning for his cock, crying to be stuffed full of his cum. He’s finally ready to give in to your muffled pleads for mercy. 

Nanami unlatches the ball gag from your mouth, preparing himself to be chastised for his antics. Instead of verbally crucifying him, you ask him nicely if he can let you free. Like a butler to your requests, he pulls the vibrating egg out of you before unlocking the cuffs on your ankles and wrists. All four sets of cuffs are thrown onto the bed and the keys tossed onto the dresser. You examine the blemishes from where the metal dug into your skin, whining when you stretch your joints  and feel the air reach your wounds. The room is silent besides the sound of the ceiling fan and the wall clock. You scan over his built figure, clad in a suit with his signature blue shirt and flashy tie combination. The bulge in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed either.

With every step closer to Nanami you grimace at how soaked you are between your legs. His eyes don’t leave yours as you bend onto your knees and undo his belt, pulling his pants and boxers to his ankles quickly. As bad as you want him buried in your cunt right now, your main priority is revenge. A husky groan comes from him when you wrap your hand around his cock. Precum already spilling out the tip, you lick it off painfully slow before taking the entirety of his length into your throat. Your tongue licks a stripe on the underside of his cock before sucking on his tip firmly. Nanami’s head is thrown back, hands clutching the edge of the dresser you’ve pinned him against. He’s a man who likes to bask in the intimate moments you share. But the way you’re swallowing his cock like it’ll be your last time is making him fall apart. One hand grips into his thigh, the other jerking the rest of his length that doesn’t fit in your mouth. His senses are on overdrive, every bit of pleasure you’re giving him flows through his body and clouds his mind with thoughts of filling you to the hilt. When he looks down at your teary eyes and notices the spit dripping out either sides of your mouth, he can’t hold back. You continue maintaining eye contact while his cum shoots down your throat, going as far as making audible gulping noises that stir the knot in his stomach even more.

Nanami is putty in your hands now. You lead him to the bed and straddle his waist, unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling him by the tie into a needy kiss. Grinding your clit against his growing length, the man beneath you is more vocal than usual. Guttural moans escape his lips as he rolls his hips upwards and brushes your clit beautifully. You lean back onto your elbows, giving him a clear view to your glistening cunt. He’s a slave for your wet pussy, taking every chance to eat you out besides today. You think he owes it to you after what he put you through, so you stand up quickly and position yourself over his face before sinking down until your clit reaches his mouth. He doesn’t complain, instantly sucking your sensitive bud with precision and sending you into a blissful state with every drag of his tongue.

This is your chance. The cuffs he restrained you with are awfully close to his own hands that are digging into your soft thighs. You pry his hands off of you, placing one of them on your breast before quickly handcuffing the other. The cold metal around his wrist instantly tells him what’s going on. To stop him from asking you what’s going on, you ride his face ardently and quickly cuff the other; already missing the feeling of his hands against your skin.

Sitting on his face was just a mere distraction, ignoring the low whimper he lets out when you detach yourself and sit on his lap. His thick cock is already hard as you grind your clit up and down his length. Precum dribbles out of his tip, a true testament of how turned on he is. You line himself up with your slick heat that’s been patiently waiting for this moment. A pleasured sigh is let out by the both of you in unison as he stretches you out.

Nanami wants nothing more than to grip you by the hips, rock you on his cock and hold your body flush to his. Instead, you snap your hips against his viciously, not giving him an ounce of decency or the chance to revel in the plush gumminess of your pussy. The frustration he feels is audible in his moans that grow increasingly louder. One thing that he’s grateful about is that you haven’t cuffed his ankles yet. He meets your cunt halfway, adamant on doing anything to contribute to your bliss. The wet noises of you taking him are sloppy, lewd and the result of the slew orgasms you’ve had earlier. Though your leg muscles yearn for a break, you grab his tie with one hand; forcing him to look at you while you roll your hips against his cock. It feels like forever before Nanami’s moans crack and drag out, his seed spilling into you while his delicious noises restore your strength.

The man underneath you is flushed red, glaring at you through low lidded eyes. You’re determined to make him feel completely sheepish in this vulnerable state. He’s earned this treatment. You undo his tie, unbutton his blue shirt and allow his chest to be out on display. His nipples taste faintly of cologne mixed with a tinge of sweat. The musky earthy scent that you’re all too familiar with after his long days of work. When you bite down on the bud, his expression is blown wide with furrowed brows. “You’ve started something that you can’t finish, Nanami.”

It doesn’t take long for him to get hard again since you’re dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock. This time you decide to ride him reverse cowgirl. Your nails dig into his legs while you hold them for support. The view of your ass is nothing short of mesmerizing. Nanami has to look up at the ceiling to stop himself from cumming prematurely. Your cunt mercilessly clamps around his length, constricting around each vein and ridge that rummages through your walls. Every rotation of your hips before sinking back onto him is intense. His bulbous tip nudges against your cervix, kissing the smooth muscle enough to tickle the coil that’s building inside of you. Normally he would sit up and bring an arm around to play with your clit, but today you’re left to do it on your own. You lean back to lay with your back against his chest. He presses kisses to your neck, nibbling on the skin he can reach comfortably. His cock is still inside of you while you circle your clit with two fingers; chasing your own orgasm as he bites his bottom lip, trying not to release before you. “Move Nanami.” Desperation woven in your tone, he puts all of his weight on the heels of his feet while rutting into you. The pressure inside of you snaps once his momentum is steady, coating him in your essence when you hear the grunting of him fucking you using all of the strength in his legs. Cloud 9 is the reality he’s living in right now, shooting his third round of cum into your sopping pussy. You stay pressed against him for a while, regaining your composure before peeling off of his damp chest. 

Nanami radiates a different type of beauty in this scenario. He’s usually levelheaded, imperturbable. Never dealing with a racing heart besides during a work out or a strenuous fight against a cursed spirit. Not having control over himself is a disadvantage in his eyes. He’s finally come to terms that you’re going to continue. A smart man, he truly is. Even though your soul is back at the starting line to ruin him, your body is worn out. He notices by your sluggish walk back over to him, tutting his teeth at your undying determination. You’ve been too lenient with him, having only restricted the use of his arms. Meanwhile, you were unable to move any of your limbs, not granted the permission to moan because of the ball gag stuffed in your mouth. He used toys on you and pushed you without any warning. So no, you don’t feel so bad while you cuff his ankles. In fact, you feel so liberated that you pull his tie off and shove the bunched fabric right into his mouth.

Through all of this, the man still has no trouble maintaining an erection. His cock stands up high, showcasing a white ring around the base. Your slick coating his light blonde pubes glisten in the low lighted room. He won’t tell you that cumming so much has grown painful, because he knows that you’ve dealt with the same treatment by him. He won’t beg you to stop because you didn’t have the chance to do the same. Not that he has the chance to talk now anyway. Needing to rest a bit, you lay on your stomach between his legs and start licking his length from the base to tip; ruining that pretty white ring of cum. His body is tense from his legs all the way up to the facial expression he’s wearing. One of your hands fondle his balls, hoping to ease him up just enough to force more out of him. The other jerks off the remainder of his length that doesn’t fit in your mouth. You don’t give him the consideration of sucking him off gently. Your licks and sucks are ruthless; making his legs tremble and toes curl. When you tighten your throat around him, his hips flinch beneath you. Warm liquid collects in his tear ducts, threatening to fall if you continue overstimulating him. You’re not oblivious to his struggle, choosing to ignore his beet red face and how his lower half jolts with every strong thrust into your mouth. Soon enough, a painful, heavy tension snaps and his cum, once again, goes flooding into your throat. You swallow every drop while he trembles underneath you. Muffled whimpers muted by the soaked tie in his mouth. He’s had enough, body gone limp besides involuntary shivers. 

One more time. That’s all you’ve got the strength for. One last time to force an orgasm out of Nanami. His body betrays him, shutting his eyes from roaming your seductive body that sends blood straight to his throbbing cock. You line up him with your entrance for the umpteenth time, legs trembling from holding yourself up. The two of you share the same feeling of sheer exhaustion, dealing with shallow breaths while fighting your own bodies from shutting down. You hook your arms behind his neck, essentially using him as leverage to help you bounce on his cock. Nanami grunts with every snap of your hips, eyes clenched shut while he bites his bottom lip. A weird heat builds up inside you. Not the normal winding that you’re familiar with. No, this feels like it’s building way more rapidly, sending heat from your chest to your abused cunt. 

Nanami promised himself long ago that he’d never use excessive force on anyone, cursed or human, if it wasn’t necessary. Technically he wouldn’t be using it on you either, but he feels guilty for deciding to break the hold of the cuffs on his hands. He grits his teeth, trying to filter out your assault from his mind and channel all of his power into his fists. It’s a long shot considering how tired he is, but he can’t deal with this much longer. Irritation is growing within him, not at you, but at himself because he should be able to reap what he sowed.

It takes one try for him to break his arms free and finally spit the tie out of his mouth. He’s quite shocked but proud of himself, thinking that he should’ve tried this sooner. There’s no time for you to react before his arms wrap around your waist and he sits up, pulling you closer and thrusting at his own, more reserved pace. That feeling is coming back, reignited when his hands travel up your back and bring you into a searing kiss. His calloused fingers rake over your breast, grip your neck, pull you as flush to him as he could while his tongue greedily overpowers yours. His ruts into your soaked and swollen pussy are slow, a tempo that you’ve missed. A warm, dragged out impact stills your entire body while cracked moans emanate from the pit of your stomach. “I— I’m squirting. Nanami. Please. Stop.” This is the most blissful you’ve felt all night, overtaken by the influx of sensations taking over your body. You swear you can see stars while pulling his hair painfully taut, grinding against him with every fiber of strength you have. Suddenly his orgasm creeps up, but it’s not painful this time, much to his delight. He spurts what seems like the last drops of semen that he has before his arms unwrap from around you and he lets his back fall against the bed.

Both of you lie in a pool of your mixed juices with not a single care in the world, too tired to move. A few minutes of rest won’t hurt. He mumbles in a perpetually tired voice, “Toying with you was worth every second of your vengeance.”