#nanami kento

﹝ | ﹞ —the look.

⊱┊credits to valleymorow

⟨nanago au⟩

— nanami is an alpha and gojo is a beta.

“bite me. leave a mark and make it deep,” gojo desperately requested. “i don’t care if it will bleed. i want you to mark me and treat me like an omega. bite me again and again before the wound disappear. don’t stop until it leaves a nasty scar. by that, i know that i am yours. please, nanami.”

gojo: y'all like my pic on instagram.

nanami: i don’t even like you in person.

gojo: i-

nanami: wanna play using virtual reality goggles?

gojo: i’ll pass.

nanami: why?

gojo: i don’t want to be in a reality where you don’t exist.

gojo: i like doing cute couple stuff like this.

nanami: we’re just eating our breakfast.

gojo: yup, but with matching crocs and pajamas.

gojo: hey wanna be my boyfriend?

nanami: no.

gojo: sorry that was utahime.

nanami: *peacefully breathing in one corner*

gojo, being extra: i like the way you breathe.

gojo: did you sit in a pile of sugar?

nanami: why?

gojo: because you got a pretty sweet ass.

gojo: i wish there’s something between us.

nanami: me too.

gojo: really? like what?

nanami: a wall.

gojo: rise and shine, nanami. ily. <3

nanami: who is this?

nanami: *quickly took a screenshot*

nanami: please delete my number.

nanami x gojo during weekend

it’s friday, gojo would usually come home late. even though he’s playful, he never missed to get his admin tasks done before ending the week.

nanami would be the first to arrive home, which is obvious. he will watch his early evening news for a good ten minutes and will soon prep their dinner.

will text gojo, “i cooked what you requested.” which basically the latter just blurted out randomly for the sake of being cute in front of nanami.

“you’re the best. can’t wait to taste you.”

“i meant the food. well, you’re also food so—”

half smiling and half embarrassed, he’ll just ignore the text message and will proceed in filling the tub with water.

Q: What is your boyfriend’s cutest personality?

Gojo: When he seems uninterested whenever I’m talking but he’s actually paying attention.

Nanami: When he’s too enthusiastic talking about random things.

nanami: i’m going to mcdonald’s. do you want anything?

gojo: i want large fries but i also want you so i’ll have you instead.

nanami: i am asking yuuji.

yuuji: why’s nanamin so grumpy today?

gojo: he took one of those “which jjk character are you?” quizzes.

yuuji: oh, and?

gojo: he got me.

[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.”