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curse-me-like-you-mean-it · 3 years

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Nanami/Reader

Minors DNI

WC: 2150

Happy birthday Al or @alto-march-of-death!! I thought you deserved something special for your special day. Yikes this took awhile. I am so sorry but here’s your present. I wanted to make it good. If anything, I think this is a treat for how shitty your admin has been recently.

Warnings: hardcore dom Nanami, wrist bounding, pussy eating, degrading, normal smutty goodness

The sound of the door slamming rang through the apartment. It was never a good sign when Nanami chose to take out his pent up aggression on the door. Normally, you’d go to greet him but your hands were deep in soapy water. “Im home,” called your boyfriend. You peaked your head out from behind the wall to find the sorcerer placing down his briefcase and hanging up the bandaged knife. Dishes were momentarily dropped from your grasp. He was a view you may never get used to.

He tightened his grip at the knot of his tie while loosening the patterned fabric. “Hard day at work?” you question, already knowing the answer. Rather than immediately answering, he decided to go over to his love seat. Nanami’s height made the miniatures arm chair creak as he sat down.

“These kids are going to drive me insane,” he grumbled. You place down the damp dish rag while making a conscious choice to wait to finish the dishes later. You leaned your back against the wall connecting the kitchen and living room. The blonde sorcerer's tie hung loosely around his neck and the first few buttons of his dress shirt were missing from their pair.

Nanami’s eyes were closed while he rubbed his aching temples. “I thought you would say Gojo instead,” you tease while crossing your arms.

“You can add him to the list too.” His comment makes a small bit of air leave your nose as a laugh. Kento opens his eyes a slit just to look at what made you laugh. “Taking pleasure in my torture?”

You shake your head before walking over and leaning down to press a sloppy, chaste kiss to his lips. “Of course not baby. I know how they are.”

Instead of pulling away, Nanami took this opportunity to grip the midpoint of your waist, fingers digging into the fabric. He guides you onto his lap with each leg wrapped around one of his muscled thighs. The position was uncomfortable enough that it required him to adjust; however, his lips had yet to leave yours.

His fingers inch their way to your lower back while yours etch into the pec muscles that threaten the integrity of his shirt. Nanami hisses when your teeth run along his bottom lip. Your name was mumbled like a curse. “You know you’re goin’ be punished for that, darling.”

“I would hope,” you say. Your chest rising from the excitement. Your boyfriend moves to pick you up with your legs naturally wrapping around his waist. It was an unnecessary act as he could hold you up without the assistance of your legs which he has shown many different times.

Your head fit securely in the crook of his neck. Your kisses felt cold to the warmth of his neck. Nanami takes this moment to knead the skin of your ass followed by a loud resounding smack of skin. His action elicited a yip from the pain while your teeth dragged against the skin of his neck. “You can do better than that,” you grumble.

You caught the words at the end of your tongue. Realizing how much trouble you were in once he took you to the bedroom. Nanami held the position teetering at the door for far too long. It was as if he couldn’t decide which punishment he wanted to enact first.

Rather than indulge every image in your mind, he threw your body onto the bed.

The bed was cool to the touch as you steady yourself on the second bounce. “Strip. Now.” His voice husky with lust, and pupils blown and hidden behind a scowl. The blonde sorcerer took his own words to heart while finishing the trail of buttons he had left. His shirt fell to the ground.

“Don’t you want to do it for me?” The question coyly hung in the air. Confidence was lost with the billowing shirt to the ground. Nanami was a menace. His normally disinterested face held the darkness of lust. His stare was enough to have you reaching for the hem of your shirt. With a quick motion, you took off the fabric. It left a cold chill that raced goosebumps up the supple skin.

Your patience waving as you go to sit at the edge of the bed. Playing coy hadn’t crossed your mind when he still was glowing in sweat and hardened muscles. Kento had yet to move; not even a movement to touch any part of your craving skin. Your hand reaches out to touch what normally is yours; however, Nanami grips your wrist. “Naughty girls don’t get to touch.”

The thought of puppy dog eyes and slight begging slipped from your mind. His grip was tight enough to leave bruises the next morning. Firm but only enough hurt to get the message across. He took your hand and started moving it back along with the rest of your limp frame. The bed squeaked as the blonde sorcerer climbed onto the bed to follow the pattern of holding your wrist over your head.

Your boyfriend pulled the tie still dangling from his neck to wrap the gripped hand to the bed frame. The silk fabric became a rough reminder of how much you’re going to regret any sass you’ve already said. He moves to take the other hand too. Guiding it to its place right beside the other. Your muscles were strained above your head.

As he went down your body, he watched each muscle twitch in anticipation on your body while dragging his hands down your body. The heat from his hands warms your cold body for the moment they stay; however, he doesn’t stay too long. Just enough to leave you wanting, craving more.

He did this until he felt your panty line. Nanami pulled the panties down as they were bothering him and in his way. The sudden air caused you to close your legs. Nanami had different plans. He held open your knees and watched as you squirmed out of his direct line of sight.

“What a beautiful pussy,” Kento says. “Too bad I’m going to destroy it.”

A stinging slap to your inner thigh makes your retort leave your mind. He takes this opportunity to bend down and place a harsh kiss to the supple skin of your lower stomach. The kisses get lower and lower until he reaches your clit. Instead of kissing it, he licks the sensitive bud.

The gasp was almost pornagraphic. Kento made sure to keep a good hold onto your legs as you desperately tried to close them around his head. Instead, he held them with a tight, painful grip open as if he was commanding them to not close his prize.

Instead of focusing on the clit, he went to lick your actual pussy. Drinking it as if it was his life support. Nanami’s nose brushed against your clit as his tongue left long licks at your lips. It was enough pressure to elicit a moan. Your hips buck into his face with any hope of him giving some relief to your aching core. “Kento,” you mumble. The restraints feel extra tight against your skin. “Please.”

His calloused hand steadies your hips followed by the immediate removal of his mouth. You whimper before the swift hit to your inner thigh. Nothing too painful but enough to send the message. Pleading wasn’t going to do much to quench his need to get out the pent frustration.

The blonde sorcerer gets off by control and you’re his favorite toy. The broad licks were leaving you wanting to be filled more. A single finger dipped into the space. Even his fingers were enough to leave you gasping.

One finger pumping softly into you as he mumbles hard praises. “Look at how much of a slut you are for me.”

Rather than respond, he picks up pace with his fingers. “See you react so well for a whore. My whore.”

Nanami takes his place back at your clit. Firmly sucking and lick the bud. The building up of tension grew so quickly.

“Kento, I-” you start to say before your orgasm is pulled from your body. Curses of your boyfriend’s name replace the praise you were going to say. His finger and tongue worked you through until it became too much. You closed your thighs around his head. A few more shivery licks left you a muddled mess on the bed and screaming his name.

The blonde sorcerer locked eyes with you again as if he didn’t give you one of the best orgasms of your life. He waited until you had fully come down for him to remove his finger. “Such a dirty slut.”

Finally, you can feel the tension break as you cry out Nanami’s name. Your body leans into his touch as if he was youu drug.

Nanami moves up to sloppily kiss you. You can taste yourself on Nanami’s tongue. He ruts his erection against the middle of your stomach. Each inch heavy against your skin which only added to the anticipation.

“What do you want?”

“You to fuck me,” you say against any available skin you were already kissing. It comes out breathless and needy as if he hadn’t already made you cum once.

“Been such a good girl for me. I’ll give you a nice reward.” He moves his dick to bob in between your pussy. Soaking himself in your wetness. He gives a few clean taps before sliding in.

The only warning was the grunt that left his lips the moment he sunk within your core. Your hands tighten against the restraint as you moan. Your body lifts to adjust to his size. As soon as you feel adjusted, Nanami moves out of the space; leaving you wanting. “No,” you groan.

He leaves you wanting, waiting for something. Your mouth betrays your mind as you beg. Begging for any semblance of this man to ruin your life. Begging for him to please fill you up again. Your begs were mixed with the bargains of being a good girl and how you’ll please him.

You must’ve said the correct phrase as Nanami filled the emptiness with his length. He lowly grunts as he picks a rhythm: slow and deep. Your boyfriend feeds the innate need deep within your body. It is as if he is picking the perfect moments to drive the best pleasure from you.

“I-I wanna touch you,” you mumble between each heavy kiss. Your wrist tightening against the fabric once again as if Kento didn’t tie it well enough to keep down any cursed spirit. Nanami’s raspy breath chuckles before halting his progress. The buildup growing in your core is lost.

A whimper escapes your lips. “Why?” Your boyfriend doesn’t answer beyond untying your hands. His dick was still deliciously pressed inside of you.

“I like it better when you leave marks too,” Nanami huskily whispers in your ear. The words hadn’t processed long enough as he sped up his thrusts. Each one is faster than the last. Your nails grip into the hardened muscles of his back. Hoarse pleads fell on deaf ears.

Nanami gripped your right leg and lifted it until it was pressed into your chest. The new angle reaches depths within yourself you had yet to explore. Your boyfriend’s name became a curse on your lips.

The build up grew once again. “Don’t stop,” you grunt through angry thrusts. They didn’t quaver as your walls closed around his length. Spasming as your orgasm rushed through your body. This one was even stronger than the last. It caused your legs to shake, toes curl, and a cry from your lungs. Words dribbled from your mouth. Unknown if they were praises or curses.

Your boyfriend's rhythm starts to waver. He leaves breathy kisses against your neck before mumbling something about cumming. He thrusts two more times before the familiar warmth of his cum spurts inside you.

Kento and your breathing syncs as he finally releases your leg from its uncomfortable position. He moves to look into your eyes. “God you’re beautiful like this.”

“Out of breath and thoroughly fucked?” you ask.

“Purely mine,” Nanami says. He locks lips with you in a soft kiss. Much less ferocious but perfect enough. He looked at you as if you were his own world, which to him, you were.

“I have to go finish the dishes,” you mumble.

“Leave them to soak,” growled Nanami, flipping himself back on top of you. His hand tracing down your quivering thigh. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

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