#dom nanami

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The way Nanami subtly doms you

Tags: dom!Nanami x fem!Reader, sub!Reader, dom/sub relationship, NO age regression, sub space.

An: yeah idk i feel like nanami’s very subtle with his domming style, but i see shiu kong as full on dom.

• Nanami isn’t the type to flex his dominance over you. He doesn’t have to be rude or degrading to drive the point home. You know exactly when he gives you that look, it means to behave. His hazel eyes cut in your direction, and his eyebrow raises ever so slightly, like he’s amused by your disobedience. However, he doesn’t smile — doesn’t reward bad behavior.

• “Want to say that again?”, “Language.”, “Didn’t I tell you no pouting?” when you’re being a brat and mouthing off. bonus points if he’s pulling his tie away from his neck and slowly wrapping it around his palm.

• It’s simple, but he gives you his hoodies or coats to wear when you’re out and about. He likes seeing his clothes encompassed your body, and he enjoys that everyone will immediately be able to tell just whose you are.

• Speaking of clothes, Nanami’s not the type to tell you when you can and can’t wear something. He’s confident in his abilities to keep you safe, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make suggestions. “Are you sure about the skirt, sweetheart? I don’t want your legs getting cold.”

• He takes great care of you in an inconspicuous manner. He’ll adjust your clothes on you, buttoning up your top or gently fixing your unruly hair. He’ll throw your towel and pajamas (that he picked out for you) in the dryer when you’re in the shower, so they are all warm and cozy for you when you get out.

• Nanami is also the type to set a pretty firm bedtime for you. He knows how much you like to stay up and how ill you get in the mornings if you hadn’t had a minimum of 8 hours of rest. So, he sets you on a pretty strict bedtime schedule and routine. Don’t worry. He’s there every night to cuddle you to sleep.

• Insistent that you hold his hand while you two are out. He knows how distractible you are, and it eases his mind when your palm rests in his.

• The way he talks can throw you straight into a more submissive headspace, and he knows it too. He doesn’t do it often, but when he notices you getting too stressed or burnt out, he’ll immediately start with the dom talk, “My baby needs a break, doesn’t she?” He’ll coo and pull you into his lap, and when you inevitably lean into his touch, “There she is. Did my baby miss me?”

• Nanami sees it as a gentlemanly thing, but it could also be seen as another form of domming. He doesn’t let you touch a single door handle if he’s with you, and you best believe he’s walking on the outside. You’re tucked beside him on the inside of the sidewalk. He’ll also never let you hold a shopping bag. No, he does not care that he’s holding a bunch of Victoria’s Secret and Ulta bags. He pays for everything. If your car needs gas, Nanami fills it up.

• On the off chance that you two are out, and he’s not right beside you, all he has to do is curl his finger and point at the ground in front of him to let you know that he wants you to come to him, and you better do as you’re told.

• The king of giving simple stern instructions. “Look at me.” “Speak up, baby.”, “Come here, now.”, “Give me a kiss.”, “Ask nicely.”

• Nanami will sit on the couch, spread his legs, and pat his knee when he wants you to sit on his lap. He doesn’t even have to give simple instructions for that.

• Even while he does all this, he respects your independence, autonomy, and intelligence. Let’s bffr rn he’s your biggest supporter in everything you do. He’s so in love with you because he knows how smart and hard working you are. He’s so damn lucky that he gets to be the man to pamper you and ease your weary mind. He loves being that safe space for you, so you can just relax, lean on him, and just be you.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Just had the most cursed horny thought about nanami making sure you’re drinking your water and eating your meals(especially if you struggle with that) by making you send him pictures throughout the day and FaceTiming you if you’ve forgotten or are having a hard time and being like “it’s all done? Show me your tongue? Good girl.”

PLEASE IM SO FUCKING DELUSIONAL

Reblogs are really appreciated if you like my work :)

[rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth]

Divine Punishment

Dom! Nanami x Fem-presenting gn reader. Hair pulling and spanking stress relief.

tag request: @malomega @missphanosaur18

Date night with Nanami was running behind schedule, as usual.

It wasn't your fault that work ran late, the market was packed and your commute home was a nightmare of rush hour traffic. Nanami was always telling you to work on time management, but what were you supposed to do in that situation? Not provide a hard working guy with a home cooked meal?

Time was running out. You knew that he would arrive exactly when he said he would, so you rushed to get dinner started and jumped into the shower for date night maintenance. It wasn't until you were trying to get dressed that you remembered your new set of lingerie was still sitting in the washing machine. Everything else that you owned was either dirty or not sexy enough for the date you had planned. Nanami warned you about putting off chores until the last minute. If he found out about the loads of unwashed laundry in the bottom of your closet, he was sure to give you another speech about 'responsibility'.

With no time left to spare, you tossed the delicates into the dryer and finished getting dressed without wearing any underwear. Dinner needed to be checked, and you could always slip away to the bathroom once the dryer had finished.

Just as you closed the oven, the dryer buzzed and there was a sharp knock at your front door.

"One moment please!"

You started to untie your apron, but stopped when you realized that you couldn't just leave him waiting out in the hallway while you went to put on your underwear. Hopefully the apron would help hide the fact that you were not wearing anything underneath your top. Smoothing your hands over your sides, you felt exposed and more than a little naughty as you went to answer the door. 

Both of you agreed that whatever was between you would remain casual. Busy work schedules didn't allow for much else, but seeing Nanami after weeks apart brought a smile to your face. Once the door shut behind him, you braced your palms against his broad shoulders and went up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. His hands stayed firmly on your hips. His expression, unchanged as you took a step back and he quickly evaluated the way that you were dressed.

Sometimes it was impossible to know what that man was thinking.

"Dinner isn't quite ready yet. Would you care for a drink?"

Nanami checked his watch with the practiced ease of someone used to running on a strict schedule. Was he disappointed that dinner wasn't ready on time?

He nodded, then began to unbutton the jacket of his suit.

"Yes. That will be fine. I'm going to freshen up first."

He paused, and looked at you as he loosened his tie.

"It was… a long week."

You smiled as you stepped forward to take his jacket. Communication was not something Nanami was comfortable with or did often. He hardly ever talked about his job. Not that you minded. Not really.

"Well lucky for you I have something that will make it all better."

This time, you had remembered to stock up on his favorite brand of beer. Nanami gave you a strange look. His eyes flicked over your outfit, quick and dismissive before he gave another stiff nod. "I'm sure that you do."

He disappeared down the hallway and you heard the soft click of the bathroom door close. It seemed like you were going to have to go commando for just a little bit longer.

You grabbed a frosty mug from your freezer and bent over to retrieve a beer from the bottom shelf of your mini fridge. A slight breeze brushed against your exposed bits. You had forgotten just how high your skirt rode up in the back! Lucky for you, Nanami was still in the bathroom.

As you straightened, a deep voice spoke beside your ear.

"You're not wearing any panties, are you?"

With a startled yelp, you spun around to face Nanami. Heat crawled up your neck as he leaned into you, pinning you between his hard body and the countertop. When had he come out of the bathroom? You hadn't even heard him approach!

"Uh.."

Your face felt hot. There was no hiding your blush of shame.

Nanami sighed and glanced down the front of your blouse before taking a step closer. The counter pressed against the small of your back. He lifted his hands and brushed your hair behind your shoulders.

"I told you that it's impolite to tease me."

Brown eyes narrowed as he gathered your hair into a loose ponytail with one hand.

"I wasn't-!"

"Quiet."

Nanami tugged your hair to silence your protests. He grabbed his tie with his other hand and yanked the silky material free from under his collar.

"The opportunity for argument is over. Now it's time for punishment."

Your eyes went wide as he stuffed the tie into your mouth. The tight grip on your hair forced you to look up at him.

"Do you deserve to be punished?"

A second wave of heat colored your cheeks as you gulped around the tie. It wasn't the first time you and Nanami played this kind of game, but usually he waited until after dinner.

His hold on you made it difficult to nod.

"Good."

Nanami guided you out of the kitchen by your hair. He took a seat at the dining room table and forced you to lay across his lap. His fingers brushed the back of your thighs as he raised your skirt to expose your bare ass.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

He gripped your ass cheek with his big hand and gave it a slight jiggle. You tried to squirm away, but a sharp tug to your hair kept you in place.

"How unobservant do you think I am?"

He released your cheek. You had an idea of what was coming next, but before you could brace yourself, his palm connected with the underside of your ass in an upward sweeping motion. The loud slap startled you almost as much as the sudden sting of pain. You tried to adjust your stance by shifting from foot to foot as he delivered a second blow to your other cheek. Then a third and fourth in the same spot. The tie muffled your whimpers as he rubbed over the sore spot on your ass.

Already, the stinging pain was beginning to fade to a warm throb.

"Such a nice red…"

His hand slid down the inside of your thighs and forced your legs apart.

"Hold still."

You held on to his muscular thigh, ready for more. Nanami raised his palm high and brought it down with enough force to rock you across his lap. Hard blows rained down at a steady, even pace while you yelped against the gag. Once he finally stopped, you knew that your ass was welted and red in the shape of his handprint.

Tears fell from the corner of your eyes, but nothing could compare to the tingling throb between your legs. You lifted your hips in anticipation. Nanami, thankfully, decided to show mercy. His hand cupped between your thighs. His fingers stroked and caressed every swollen crease, spreading your leaking fluids over hardened flesh. It was all you could do to try and hold still while your body desperately wanted to grind against the sensation.

"Even the strongest man has his limits."

Your eyes snapped open as Nanami yanked you up by your ponytail and bent you over the dining room table. You tried to look back at him when you heard his belt slide free, but his strong grip kept you face down. A muffled 'yes' seeped around the damp material in your mouth while he lowered the zipper of his pants.

He wasted no time pressing the hot, wet tip of his cock against your prepared hole.

"I'm not going easy on you."

His voice sounded strained as he pushed half the length of his cock into your body. Your eyelids fluttered. Your body stretched around his girth. Moving his hand from the base of his shaft to your ass, he held you wide open and watched as he slid the rest of the way in.

"… so tight..."

Nanami groaned. He smacked the red welts across your ass once more before grabbing your hip and thrusting into you hard and fast. You held the tablecloth tight in your fists, holding on for dear life as he pounded you from behind. The edge of the table dug into your thighs, but nothing could take away the pleasure you felt when he hit the deepest of your spots.

It didn't take long for the growing pressure of your climax to reach its limit. Nanami's breaths came in harsh gasps. His thrusts began to stutter and you knew that he was close to finishing as well. Finally releasing his hold on your hair, Nanami grabbed your hips with both of his hands and lifted you off your toes. You felt like a doll in his grasp, a toy used for his pleasure. The sensation and change of angle pushed you over the edge. You came hard. Liquid release gushed between your thighs as hot wet flooded your insides.

Nanami exhaled and set you back down on your feet. You felt him throb from where you were connected and smiled softly. All of the extra precautions you took were worth it just to feel him finish inside you.

The timer on the oven beeped, causing you to jump. You had completely forgotten about dinner!

Nanami huffed behind you and pulled out before spinning you around. Wet trails ran down the inside of your thighs as he lifted you back onto the table. The timer chimed a second time while he wrapped your legs around his hips.

"I should get that."

You glanced towards the kitchen. The tight grip on your thighs let you know that you were not going anywhere anytime soon.

"I'll worry about the food later. I told you that it was a long week."

Some of the tension had eased from Nanami's posture, but not nearly enough. With an eager smile, you wound your arms around his neck and pulled him close.

"Yes Sir"

[c4toru]

jerking an exhausted nanami off from behind

“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.

he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.

he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.

his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.

your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.

“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’

who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have

a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!

[rodolfoparras]

18+ MDNI 18+

Thinking about having a good ol dick measuring contest with your very much straight friend, having him claim “it’s not a big deal every guy does it “ while having his ears burn, and fingers shake as he whips out his dick for you, hearing him uttering a choked fuck as your dicks stand side by side, and you can’t help but mindlessly comment on how much smaller he is while you’re shamelessly gauging his dick, not even noticing how weak he gets at the knees with each word that escapes your lips, even more so when you daringly cup his small cock, even going as far as to teasingly flick his tip

“what do you plan on doing with that eh?” You say with a small laugh, sounding as if you couldn’t ever imagine him using his dick. “Bet the girls don’t even cum when you fuck them,”

Instead of feeling hurt he can’t help but be turned on by your words and for a brief moment he thinks he’s gone insane because what straight man gets turned on by another man scrutinizing his dick “don’t - ah don’t say that, man, you don’t know shit ”

Between the exchange of words your hand finds its way to his balls and gently fondles them “no I’m being serious, can’t imagine a girl finishing like this, are you even hard hm?” you say sounding oblivious as ever as if he’s not standing there with his eyes squeezed shut, weeping at the tip, cock throbbing and ready to burst from just a little caressing.

Before he can utter a response you slap your dick over his, causing the other man to jerk in place as a loud gasps escapes his lips. “Hah fuck!”

“Christ look at this, can’t even see it no more,” You say, through a breathy laugh, gaze locked on the space between your bodies.

Upon looking down he’s met with the sight of your cock completely engulfing his, can feel the warmth of your skin seeping into him, even feels you weighting him down and if he wasn’t about to pass about from that alone he sure will when you start stroking your dicks”Hey, hey - what ah - what are you doing?”

“Come on it’s not a big deal, all guys do it,” you drawl out as you set a steady pace with your hand “I’ll even make you cum I promise,besides I don’t think it’ll be much of a challenge”

[chaepink]

thinking about…

naughty, horny boys who have a scent kink. they’re able to get off using one of your dirty shirts or used underwear that you threw in your laundry basket, bringing it to their nose to take a huge sniff as they jerk off to the smell. how dirty.

so imagine you come home early from running errands to find your darling jerking himself off on the bed, one hand fisting his leaky dick that’s spilling pre cum like a faucet and your used underwear in his other. you’re just standing there watching the show as he whimpers and whines and you swear you can hear little begs coming out of his mouth saying how much he wants you home right now.

you watch as his fisting becomes more frantic, signaling to you that he’s close and so you tell him to stop, which snaps him out of his state. it’s funny really, how he turns his head to look at you, the hand on his dick paused and his other hand clutching your underwear tighter.

he doesn’t apologize though, instead he begs for you to touch him. he’s just that desperate and needy right now for your touch. luckily for your darling, you like that about him.

though he is rather loud, so how about you stuff your underwear in his mouth to shut his pretty self up?

gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, itadori, rengoku kyojuro, denji, iida tenya, atsumu miya , bokuto kotaro and your favs!

note: its been a while since I’ve posted one of these

[bobbeshwar]

Everytime a femdom!reader smut fic ends in the character flipping the reader over and going, “heh, my turn😈” an angel loses it’s wings.

[girrrthingszzz]

hhheeyyy guysss I’m backkk….

18+, unspecified male!character x male reader, reader has a dick, dick sucking under the desk, messy!!

he knows it’s unprofessional. extremely unprofessional. But, he just can’t help it. He’s under your desk, slobbering up and down your cock, and it just feels so right. He knows that anyone could walk in, and it just turns him on even more.

“Mhm, keep going… yer doing so good, baby…” Your praise fills his ears, and he can feel himself twitch in his pants. Honestly, he looks straight out of a porno. His face completely flushed, drool, spit, and pre-cum covering his face while his pretty pink lips are wrapped around your cock, absolutely drooling all over you. He pulls his lips off your cock, looking up at you with his eyes glazed over and brimming with tears. “[n-name], please.. please let me cum, please…” he begged, maintaining eye contact with you as he began to lick up and down your dick, dragging his tongue up and down the vein on the side of you cock. You bring your hand down to his head, grabbing his hair and pulling him back onto your cock. "You're really good at this," you say, your voice strained as he bobs his head up and down on your cock. "Maybe too good." You pause, your hands tightening in his hair. "Maybe I should just keep you here under my desk all the time." You laugh a bit, and he twitches in his pants again. He loves that idea, but he would rather die than admit that. The idea basically drives him wild, and he begins to suck in your dick even harder!! Your eyes roll back in your head as he sucks you harder, your hips jerking up to meet his mouth. "F-fuck, fuck, fuck…" you choke out, your hand gripping his hair so tightly it's almost painful. But he likes it. (slut.) "'m gonna cum, 'm gonna cum all over your face..." your body tenses up and you let out a loud groan, you cock twitching and pulsing in his mouth as you release. You shoot your thick load of cum onto his tongue, filling his mouth.

honestly I was thinking about kyoya ootori, or nanami kento, but it could be any of ur fav characters!

heyyytt I’m back from my 11 month break with a barely finished work and a new theme!!! Send me requests NOW!!

[blvdprn]

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL

# jjk men ; 柔術廻戦男 ) x domtop male reader

synopsis special day with your lovely boyfriend

ft. gojō, getō, nanami, tōji, & naoya

warnings non-specified nsfw, suguru’s part is shorter srry, slight homophobia & misogyny from naoya surprise surprise

wc not counted

It was your first ever Valentine’s Day with your boyfriend. Or rather, the first Valentine’s Day when neither of you was busy. Usually, one or the other had a job to do that day —seeing as work never rests— but today, finally, you were both free.

And you were pretty excited.

See, you’ve been planning a little something for a while. After a nice and romantic day filled with sexual tension and ending with a candle-lit dinner, a surprise was waiting for you and your boyfriend at home.

Your sex life wasn’t lacking per se, it was more so some things went unexplored because of an insufficient amount of time. Usually (and sadly), you guys had quickies. There was nothing special about it, it was just a way to relieve stress and show each other that yes you still find the other very appealing. I mean, how could you not? Living with an insanely attractive man and what’s that? Dating said, attractive man? Mmmm, yes, please.

Pushing the key into the lock after paying the bill and driving home, you were nearly shaking with anticipation for what was about to come. Opening the door to your shared house, you quickly pulled the man in, knowing damn well you’d get a noise complaint in the morning. Or at the very least, a nasty stink eye from your neighbours.

—GOJŌ SATORU ( 五条悟 ) : cock bondage

“Fuck!”

“Mm— what’s wrong Satoru? I thought you could take it?”

Right now he was spread out so beautifully for you, knees touching his shoulders and ankles near your shoulders as a result of you pushing his thighs upwards. You were fucking him deep and slow at the moment, making him see stars.

Oh, and how could you forget the pretty pink ribbon tied under and between his balls, reaching the base of his cute red dick and creating a small bow.

“I-I can! This is nothINGGGHH,” cried the man under you, moaning the last part of his sentence.

You laughed. “Doesn’t seem like nothing, sweetheart.”

Satoru blushed even harder, whether from you calling him out or the endearing pet name, you couldn’t tell. Pouting a little, he scratches the hands holding his thighs down. “Just take this thing off… I want to cum already and this stupid thing won’t let me!”

“Awe,” you coo. “Other than giving your cock a nice touch, that was the whole point of it.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Yeah, but you’re taking this dick though!”

“Man just shut up and— FUUUCK!”

Your hips switched pace, from slow to fast, but equally as deep. You should thank all those stupid times Satoru dragged you out on a run for the insane speed you currently held.

“S-shit,” you groaned. “Look at your cute little dick. Looks s-so pretty with the bow…” And although his length was perfect (just like him) and you were just teasing, it really did look pretty. The light pink of the satin ribbon contrasted nicely with the darker shade of him.

Satoru could barely respond, overwhelmed with both the feeling of needing to cum but not being able to, and feeling your cock touching his prostate with every thrust. Slight tears left his eyes, blurring his vision from fully seeing the way small amounts of pre cum ran down the satin around him.

You noticed this, and feeling pity for your pathetic boyfriend, you let one of his thighs go in order to untie the ribbon, knowing you were at your limit too. Immediately, he threw his head back, letting out a loud and whiny moan that would surely wake the neighbours if they weren’t already awake.

Muffling his moan with a kiss, you pulled out right on time, both of your hot fluids mixing together and on his stomach.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you mumbled against his lips. Only receiving a slight laugh in response.

When you were about to pull away, his legs slid down, wrapping themselves around your hips and waist with surprising strength from someone who was just shaking.

“Where do you think you’re going, babe? We’re not done here yet.” Satoru said, staring at your eyes darkly, and all you could do was gulp.

‘Oh, boy.’

—GETŌ SUGURU ( 夏油 傑 ) : collaring

“Is this really necessary?”

“What?” you questioned. “You don’t like it?”

“Darling, it’s embarrassing.”

You huffed. “Which part? The leash or my name on it?”

“Both.” You could practically see him giving you a side eye from your question, even though his back was facing you.

“Well,” you hummed. “Just don’t think about it.”

“And how am I not supposed to do that?”

Expecting an answer, he didn’t imagine you would pull the leash back while giving a powerful thrust. Which is why he couldn’t control the loud and surprised moan that escaped from his lips.

“A-ah! A warning would’ve been n-nice.”

You shushed him. “Don’t think.”

“Mmh— this is going t-to make my throat sore…”

“Liar,” you tutted. “I’ve seen you swallow those curses. This is nothing for you, Suguru.”

He stayed silent, but not for long, because you started rapidly thrusting again with only one goal in mind.

“F-feels so good, darling!” He moaned, gripping the sheets below him, only being able to see your silhouette moving because of the small candles on each side of the bed. “Haaahh—”

Pulling the leash again, you lowered your body so your stomach was almost directly onto Suguru’s back and your face hooked onto his shoulder. In this position, his head was pulled back, and you were able to see the way the nameplate with your name on it moved with each of your thrusts.

Suguru moaned louder, somewhat liking how your name was engraved into something that was on him. He enjoyed the harsh feeling of the collar digging into his Adam’s apple. And he certainly savoured the sounds leaving your mouth that was directly behind his right ear.

Drool escaped his lips, having no choice but to let it fall out of his mouth because he wasn’t able to properly swallow it.

With one strong arm holding him up, he let the other grab your head, pulling you into a necessary and messy kiss. Gasping with every breath, his fingers tightened more and more on some of your longer strands, feeling himself about to cum.

“Darling— I’m ab-bout to—”

“It’s okay… You can cum more anyway.”

And with that, he knew the night was going to be long.

—NANAMI KENTO ( 七海建人 ) : wax play

Quiet pants slipped past your boyfriend’s lips. The heat of the wax on his skin was a great contrast to his cold body. It was embarrassing, how much he liked it. When you first brought it up, Kento was hesitant, never before trying something that was considered so… kinky (by his standards anyway, not yours).

“Ngh…” he moaned softly.

You smile at him, eyes bright with happiness. “It seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Kento.”

Pink dusted his cheeks, shamefully averting his eyes from your face. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

With amusement in your voice and a raised eyebrow, you ask, “Not as bad? But you’re making such cute noises.” Your teasing doesn’t stop there. “It’s bad to lie to the love of your life, you know, and on such a special day too.”

“Don’t tease. Fine, I like the warmth.”

“Of course you do, I knew you would.”

With that, you dipped the candle in your hand, hot wax falling and hitting the blonde man under you. His fit stomach clenched, abs pronounced more than normal as a result.

“By the way,” you muttered. “The wax turns into lotion.” To show him, you moved one of your fingers around some of the hardened wax, watching how it turned into liquid again, but this time it had a semi-cold watery texture. And to your enjoyment, you see the way his eyes watch and silently plea for your hands to move the wax somewhere else.

“That’s…” he begins, eyebrow twitching a bit. “Nice.”

“Very.”

Continuing to pour the hot wax down, down, down. You reach his naked thighs, seeing his pale skin slightly tremble. He wasn’t able to hold in the “hurry” that he covered by putting his hand over his mouth.

“S-shit!” Kento said, being muffled by his hand, letting out an uncharacteristic squeal the moment the blistering heat travelled to his inner thighs.

You chuckled, appreciating the almost once-in-a-lifetime view.

Closer and closer, all Kento was able to feel was a need that he never thought he’d have. A shameful and embarrassing thought rushed through his head, one that he wasn’t quite sure he could vocally tell you in fear that it was a little too much. But like always, you could read him like the back of your hand, so you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Fffffffuuuuuckk—” Was all he let out the moment the wax made contact with the base of his dick.

With an idea in your mind, you swiftly stained his cock with the red burning heat, hearing the desperate cries he let out for you to continue. Even louder moans reached your ears the moment your hand went into contact with it, sweetly massaging up and down so the now lotion wasn’t able to cool down quickly enough.

Kento unexpectedly reached down, grabbing onto your hand so the lotion could be spread everywhere. From his balls to his stomach and up his pecs, it didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing, only trying to feel the fire-like warmth from smearing all over him.

With his moans in the air and his senseless voice sounding in the quiet night, you knew this was just starting. After all, you guys hadn’t even fucked yet.

—FUSHIGURO TŌJI ( 伏黒甚爾 ) : riding crop

Never in your fucking life did you think he was actually going to let you do this? I mean sure, you’ve explored a little bit before but you thought this was going to be too excessive for him, that he was even going to be annoyed with you.

But that wasn’t the case at all.

Sure he looked a little ticked off at first, but after thinking about it for a bit he laughed and challenged you.

Which is what brought you to now.

Toji’s strong form was lying on the rose-covered bed, something he scoffed at but you were sure you saw a tiny dust of pink on his cheeks before he turned away. His back was to you, a rare sight, seeing as it made him feel like he had no control. Although you were certain it also made him feel exposed and embarrassed if his red-coloured ears were anything to go by.

You could see his muscular back flexing with any slight movement he did, his veiny arms twitching and big biceps tightening.

All in all, he looked delicious.

The crop tightened in your hand, its leather end glided down the curve of Toji’s spine. A perfect fit, touching every nook and cranny, leaving absolutely nothing unmarked.

An annoyed huff left his nose. “Would you hurry it up?”

You tsked, “Patience.”

“That’s something I don’t have right now and you know it. Unless you don’t know what you’re fucking doing?”

With a hum, you decided to give him what he wanted, knowing this was going to be the last time you did so tonight.

A harsh slap was heard when leather hit unblemished skin, turning it into a soft pink.

Toji’s shoulders stiffened, and you were sure he held in any sounds he was about to make.

“Hey,” you called out. “Don’t hold your noises in.”

“I’m not, you’re just weak.”

‘Right.’

Hit. Again.

Hit. Again.

Hit. Again.

This continued on until his back was covered in colour, yet nothing escaped his lips. Not until the leather hit his ass.

“Fu—”

Continuing your assault on his round ass, you never gave him enough time to complain. And even though it was embarrassing for him, he was glad you didn’t stop, because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to say anything anyway, and it felt so good.

When you knew bruises were going to form, you stopped to turn Toji around, letting the crop trail from his giant pecs to his twitching dick. Only then did you notice that he had come already, but the look in his eyes was telling you to hit something else.

And who were you to deny? Guess he really had you wrapped around his finger.

—ZEN’IN NAOYA ( 禪院直哉 ) : feminisation

“What the fuck is this?” Were the only words to come out of your boyfriend when he saw the short red dress with a frilly skirt on your shared bed.

“A present.”

“It’s a fucking dress. Do I look like a damn woman to you?”

Ah yes, you decided this was going to be a slight punishment for all the times he’s said some dumb shit about women.

“You call women whores. Maybe I should treat you like one so you can know the difference, no?”

Naoya’s eyes screamed in rage, how dare you compare him to them? “It’s bad enough I’m with you —a man who can’t even give me an offspring— but now you want me to be a stupid woman?” His fists were clenched and ready to beat some sense into you (as if he could). “You fucking—”

And then suddenly his top half was leaning on the edge of the bed, wrists pinned behind his back by your hands, and his legs trying to keep himself up to not slide down and fall to the floor.

He hiccuped, not understanding how one minute he was about to launch a punch at you, then the next he had the stupid dress on with the skirt flipped up so as to not get in the way of your continuous thrusts.

“Awe,” you coo mockingly. “What happened to all the talking back? I thought you didn’t want to wear this, but look at you! Looking all pretty and taking me so well. Now aren’t you a doll?”

Naoya was so fucking embarrassed, both by your words and what he was wearing. Why did he like this?

“S-shut the fuck uP— NGHH!”

With only one of your hands pinning his wrists, the other slipped past the cloth of the dress on the chest area. Luckily, your arms were long enough, so there was no need to take your eyes off his hole swallowing your dick, just to pinch one of his nipples.

“I’m not a w-whore! Stop it!” He cried out, but really, he didn’t want you to stop.

“Really?” You pulled on his perky nipple, feeling the way he clenched around you. “But your pussy seems to like it when I play with your tits?”

He whined, slight sobs making his shoulders shake. “Not a pussy!”

You moaned, liking how his voice rose when he said that. “You’re so wet here though.” And with that, your other hand let go of his wrists, Naoya hastily having to grab the sheets under him.

Your hand slipped around his surprisingly slim waist, grabbing a handful of his nodding cock and tracing your thumb against the slit.

“See? You’re so sensitive when I touch your clit.”

Naoya’s mind went blank, everything around him went ignored except for your words and the pleasurable feeling you gave him everywhere your hands and dick touched. Before he knew it, he came, panting against the sheets stained with his drool.

But, oh, you weren’t done with him yet. You still hadn’t come after all.

notes: better late than nvr! i ws planning on writing for sukuna & choso too but ran out of time so 🤷

[freakywrites]

Jjk men as subs

did ya hear me?!?! SUBSSSSSSSS WOOOOOOOO (I’m going crazy)

Yk the drill here are the warnings!! ;P

Character- nanami/gojo/suguru

Warning- UNEDITED smut! (Duh) dom reader (double duh) miss use of a human being (nanami) you can read it as fem reader but it’s kinda nb

I feel a little silly and goofy

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Kento Nanami - human furniture /toys/gagged/orgasm denial/soft dom reader

“Hello how may I help you?” You said sweetly to the person at the other side of the phone. “Mr.Nanami?- Oh, he is a bit busy at the moment.” You replied, setting the vibrators too high. A few whimpers escaped Kentos' gagged drooling mouth. Crossing your legs and placing a hand on his blonde hair, rubbing it gently, trying to soothe his nerves. “Mhm! Yes, I’ll tell him no worries.” You cheered before glaring down at the man that was trying to speak muffled words. “Ok have a nice day~” You spoke smoothly before hanging up.

you bent down to Kento’s face, pulling him gently by the hair. “Hmm last thing I remember is that chairs don’t talk, right? Or am I mistaken?” You said with a gentle voice as the man looked at you with dizzy adoration his face flushed to his forehead, drool hanging from his chin, dripping down to his flush neck.

You leaned on the desk head laying on your hand. You played with the remotes, one connected to the vibrator in his ass the other connected to the toy wrapped around his dick both vibrating intensely. Leaning down, you see his dick twitch inside the toy. You could tell he was close his pre was basically dripping out.

Nanami's body shakes, face hot. He is close so close he feels if he could get his release right now, he would faint. Feverishly, he twitched and hummed at the vibration. oh, how cruel you are. With a click of your tongue, you lowered the intensity of the vibration.

“Can't have you break so soon.” You coo, leaving light touches over his shoulder blade to the shell of his ear, then cupping his face, his brows knitted together eyes rimmed with glossy tears, basically begging you for the flash of bliss he needs. Feeling his shaky breath on your skin as he nuzzled into your palm, you grin.

"Be quite and I'll let you cum."

Suguru Geto - bondage /pegging/degrading/ hard dom reader

Suguru was tied up by red rope his arms behind his back and his face smushed to the ground, body twitch with every thrust of your hips. "That's it- taking it like the fucking slut you are." You said with gritted teeth griping his waist leaving cresent marks on his pale skin.

his head rose up, pink swollen lips moaning your name as you fuck him out his mind. "Ha-hah plea-please-please-please." Suguru pleaded his voice cracking and shaking feeling his head go fuzzy as he felt the throbbing climax rising hot from his groin to his neck and ears.

Suguru’s eyes rolled back as you stroked his worked-out dick crashing your hips deliciously against his ass. "C-Close!" He winced out the climax build up almost painful on his dick. His heavy breathing turning into bitchy little whimpers as you pick up the pace slamming into that sweet spot that made him see stars. "Your close again? What a dirty fucking bod you got Suguru." you teased flipping him over on his back to see his fucked-out face. Spreading his legs wide and pulling him closer to you, watching how he bit his lip when your eyes met.

"So, fucking pretty.” You say breathlessly, pulling one of his legs over your shoulder and leaning down to kiss his lips followed with a playful bite. "Make a mess for me ya?” You asked going down to his chest licking and sucking on his nipple earning a high-pitched whimpering hum. His body arches up as you bit gentle at his sensitive bud his eyes wide and mouth agape as he feels that tight coil in his stomach snap as he spurts out a hot load on his stomach. His body shakes and legs twitch as his last drops of cum spill out of his length as you fuck him through his orgasm. “Fuck- you came so much.” You said slowing down your thrusts kissing his jaw and corner of his lip, his face messy and sleepy.

“that’s it for today, ya?” You said, looking at the red panting man below you.

Satoru Gojo - voyeurism(you)/ feet kissing and licking foot job/ leg riding/brat taming

“F-fuck-need to cum.” Satoru bit his shirt between his teeth as he strokes himself blue eyes looking into yours as you sit pretty on the chair in front of him. “Such a foul mouth you got their Satoru.. is this really exciting to you?” You teased. “N-no you won’t let me fuck you.” He spat as he fist fucks himself. “Oh really? But this thing shows me you’re having fun.” You joke moving your foot to rub at his hard-on.

A rush of pleasure made Satoru shiver and moan out. “h-hah shit!- S-stop that!” He said, grabbing at your thigh, digging his nails into your plush skin. you hummed, stretching out a hand. You pat his fluffy white hair. “How can I? You’re so pretty when you're a mess.” You replied, looking down at the man as his hips grind on your foot desperately. “You’re being mean…” he grumbled as he glared at you through white lashes.

With a relaxed expression, you moved your leg away from him as you spoke. “Now would a mean person let you do this, or would a mean person get up and leave you to yourself?” Crossing your legs, you stare down at him, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration “your choice, Satoru.” You smile.

With a shaky sigh, he began to kiss your foot, starting from the heel to the toes, lapping at them as he stroked himself. He kissed up to your knee gasping when he feels the soul of your foot rub against his tip making him let out whimpers his hips moving up to reach your foot pre cum rubbing onto you. Satoru moved to grip at your thigh as he fucks onto you, dick rubbing at your leg smearing it with his wetness “f-finally” he grunts hips thrust wildely, impatiently for release. You soothe him by rubbing his hair and caressing his face tilting it up to see his light blush on his cheeks dipping your thumb into his mouth to press on his tongue.

Gojo gulped down his pride and pleaded. “O-ok! Stay, please - just... Let me finish - I’ll be good..” He begged, pawing at the chair, looking up at you with blush dusted over his cheeks. With an eye roll, you crumbled and sighed. “..Fine” Satoru’s face lit up, “but” you continued. “You can only cum with my leg- that’s it.” you smile warmly at the distraught looking man on his knees.

“Are you kidding me? No! I want all of you-plea-” You click your tongue. “Do you think you deserve to fuck me? Just this would be enough, yeah? Take it or leave it.” You spat. "Fine!” Gojo pouted, getting into a comfortable position. “Hold it, Satoru.” You said, pushing him away with your foot. “What? I’m doing what I’m told.” He sassed. You pulled up your leg. “Don’t you wanna saver it?” You joke earning an eyeroll from him, but he still obeyed.

“So pretty when you’re worked up” you coo watch the man twitch and gasp as he stares at you his face presses to your knee, his thrusts speeding up with the praise. “ha-ha-ah” he was vocal, his jaw clenched as he breathed in soon to loosen to release choppy moans. You roughly pull him by his hair leaning your body towards his giving him a deep and sloppy kiss which he returned with frantic need drool pooling from the corner of his lips pulling away you huff “that’s it pretty boy” you talk him through the erratic thrusts of his. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum” he said through gritted teeth and you hum rocking your foot up and down his shaft that was wet with saliva and pre cum. “Like a bitch in heat.” You murmur against his lips “come on satoru show me your worth yeah?”

The white haired man’s breath hitched as the burning of climax bursts. His body pulsing as a hot wave crashes through him his nails digging and roaming your skin as spirts of white cum smear on your foot dripping to the floor. You could feel the pulsing against your skin, and you hum as you watch his head drop to your lap

“there there wasn’t that good?” You said softly, rubbing as satoru grumbles and presses his face on your thigh.

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A/N: Hello did ya miss me? No? ;-;

ANYWAAAYSSS NEW POST >0< (brain rot)

my first time writing foot play and human furniture play… as well as bondage ….and leg ridding…. And pegging…. And…. I'm going to church tmrw :( (deadass)

Gojo was so hard to write sense how the FUCK do I write foot stuff? Is it counted as feet stuff??? Idk

loved everything I wrote here except Gojo’s so happy homie dead (jk…. A little bit ..srry not srry-)

Was gonna do more dudes but I no no wanna :(

BUT LOVE YALL XOXO 💋

[livelaughlovesubs]

Thinking about suffocating a boy who’s trying to eat me out/ gimme a bj cuz that’s so hot- WHO SAID THAT? IT WASNT ME

Dom!reader x sub!character!!!

Hand stroking his hair with a gentleness he’s never seen before, scraping his scalp a little you are at it. His own hands clenched into fists, resting on his thighs because you didn’t allow him to touch you. Your adorable little pet’s kneeling between your legs, eagerly trying to please you. So eager that it almost makes up for how bad he is at his job.

Lewd sounds of slurping, sucking and licking fills the room. His pretty face wet with tears and your body fluids. And whenever his tongue accidentally rolls over a nice spot, you’d tug on his hair a little, causing him to twitch and whimper.

“Mhmm..NGhn..!! Hgnn, hmm- nnHHh!”

Sadly you won’t be able to know what he was saying, not when his mouth was busy with serving you. Though those kitten licks were getting boring, surely he can do better than that, right? So you just yanked on his hair, basically grinding against his face now. It hurts so bad! He can’t even breathe! Yet he keeps trying to put his mouth to use, all in hopes of satisfying you.

You were using him as you pleased until you finished. Watching his eyes widen as he tries to swallow everything you gave him. His hands trembled since he wanted to use them, but an order is an order. He just wants to be your good boy so bad~

Atsushi, Sigma, kazuha, Thoma, Xiao, Dan heng, Caelus, Giyuu, Rengoku, Choso, Nanami (pls it makes sense), rara, mammon, and your favourites <3

[c4toru]

thinking about milking nanami ^.^

his head is tilted back, his cute ole glasses are all fogged up, as his eyes roll to the back of his head. you’re ovulating, so what better option is there than milking your precious husband for all he’s worth !!— you continue to rock your hips viciously into his lap, “p-please ken, fuuuck, give it to me,” you plead so desperately, as the words pour out your spit glossed lips.

“m’close h-hah..fuck, t’s all yours sweetheart,” he whimpers, he’s gripping your wild hips oh so tightly as he slowly looks down at you with feverish cheeks. how could he deny you? his pretty wife, bouncing in his lap, creaming all over his dainty cock as his eyes are hazed, eyebrows in a deep furrow while his mouth hangs open, taking heavy breaths. “n-ngh, this filthy pussy is so- hah, tighttt- hngh”

your hands are on his chest, nails digging into him while you lift your thick n plump thighs up and down, stretching yourself out on his heavy cock. “m’gonna cuumm- nngh, cum with me k-kento, i wan’ it allllll inside.” you’re so fucked out, your sloppy cunt is doing all the talking for you. plap plap plap

“y-yeah?— oh fuuck.. m’gonna give it to you, ‘kay? gonna give this creamy— ngh shiiit — pussy what she wants,” he slurs blissfully, hand gripping your hips roughly while the other is reaching to grip onto the creaking headboard behind his head. a few streaks of blonde hair scatter his sweaty forehead, bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as he bucks his hips upwards n into you. “i’m— m’gonna cum shiiit, take it- take it— hah, milk your husbands cock.”

“fuck- fuckkk.. m’cumminggg p-please!” you squeal, slamming your sloshing cunt down onto him. his leaky tip pounding against your cervix as you’re gushing all over his achy cock, dwelling in the euphoric feeling of him filling up your sopping walls.. spurt after spurt, just using him for your own pleasure. your hips twitching due to overstimulation, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

“such a filthy little thing, aren’t you? ..h-hah” he huffs out, his hips stuttering as he attempts to grind himself further up into you. he swears he only closed his eyes for a millisecond.. but you’re already swaying yourself back n forth onto his cock for the nth time. “wait m’sensitive pl— mmmf,” he pleads, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. your hand sneakily moves from his chest to his soft lips, covering his mouth, pushing his head against the silk sheets, quickening your pace. only thing being heard throughout the room is the rich melody of your cunt squelching n splitting yourself open on his cock.

“mngh- heh.. just one more for me ken. please..?” you whine, serving him a sweet pout. he groans as he raises his head, glasses sitting messily on the bridge of his broad nose. he looks deeper into your eyes, slowly nodding, accepting defeat.

oh it’s so over for him ..

a/n : first post hii :D ; not proofread lol

[tamajiki2]

𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘..!! 🥯 𝐊. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;

almost voyeurism, fingering,

afab! nanami, gender neutral reader,

top reader.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇. it the third one in the span of five minutes, and nanami was never one to complain. all of the lights of your shared home had been turned down low in preparation for sleep, of which, nanami would not be participating in if this night was to follow the events of the last three.

"nanami?", you called, walking into the study. instantly, you hissed in irritation. it was clear that nanami had resorted to working in what looked like the inside of a lightbox in an attempt to keep himself awake. the numerous fluorescent lamps had been turned to their brightest setting, and your eyes stung already.

you watched as nanami's head swayed. a slow and torpid movement that wouldn't normally belong to him.

"nanami." you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. he looked at you, and your heart ached. his eyes were bloodshot and his skin was dull with exhaustion. his normally chiseled features now looked gaunt and sickly, emphasized by dark circles under brown eyes. you brushed your hand against his cheek. "come to bed?", you whispered.

he smiled and shook his head. "i have a meeting later tonight." the bright bluish-white light reflected on his face only deepened his tired lines. you grit your teeth.

after brutally hacking away at murderous curses at jujutsu tech— which was painfully understaffed, nanami would come home to you just to sit at his computer like a zombie: overworked and miserable. a nauseous rage welled up in your throat. "who even schedules a work meeting this late at night?", you couldn't help the venom that seeped into your voice.

"some... policy. discussing deadlines, making sure everyone is up to date.", nanami murmured. you rubbed deep circles into his shoulders. he rolled his head back with a groan, allowing you more space. your thumbs caught on a particularly hard knot slightly under his shirt collar.

you pulled back for a moment, and nanami's back slumped immediately. you rushed to shove several stack of papers and empty coffee mugs to the other side of his desk, and motion for him to sit. he did, albeit sluggishly, and you continued to knead into his skin. soft, trembling sighs left his lips. 'he hadn't even taken off his work shirt yet', you noted, and pulled his top over his head. you rubbed along the his sides. you missed this, missed his—

a blaring video call notification interrupted your thoughts. nanami sighed and reached for the mouse. you stopped him with a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"it's fine. i'll handle it.", you hummed. you were quick to turn off the camera function as nanami's name popped into view as joining the meeting. you pressed another kiss to his muscled arms, then another, then another, while a monotone voice from the laptop droned on.

" [ name ] , i have to..." nanami's voice died in his throat as you pressed your fingers into his hips, digging marks into the muscle underneath. he lurched forward with a start, a choked gasp escaping him. you hushed him and gestured to the laptop beside.

nanami shook his head desperately. he knew you well enough to understand where this was going and he didn't like it one bit. " [ na— ", nanami's resolve shattered as you captured his lips in a fervent embrace. "not now—" his pleas melted into deep whines. he wasn't sure if it was the lack of oxygen or the swelling exhaustion in his brain, but he swore his body was much more reactive than it would normally be.

your hand dipped into his briefs while the other fiddled with his front pant buttons. that familiar slick sensation met your fingertips, and as if on instinct, nanami's legs snapped shut. "e-enough...", he barely managed. he looked to you under lashes wet with frustration, and in that moment, you were sure you wanted to take all of his troubles away.

you shoved his thighs apart with a hiss and stole fistfuls of everything. nanami's breathing weighed heavy with need. you pinched and groped, manhandling in such a way that made the implications impossible to miss. his hips jerked, chasing the idea like a man depraved. you ran your fingers along the fatty folds of his cunt while you lapped at his throat, enjoying the feeling of his adam's apple pressing against the flat of your tongue while he panted for air.

nanami hooked his legs around your back to bring you close. your tongue left freezing stripes of saliva over his upper chest, along his jaw, and into the shell of his ear. a shiver ran down his spine, because that sloppy "shlk, shlk, shlk" invading his senses felt just as lewd as you plain bending him over and fucking him. it felt like you were stirring his dammed brain.

you rubbed his slit with feather-light grazes. with every trace, nanami's hips would follow in a phantom twitch.

you were a tease, and a terribly cruel one at that. nanami blinked tiredly. heat pooled in his stomach and left him with a dull ache. his expression was one of silent exasperation as you pulled away for the nth time. nanami clawed angry trails of red into your back. it was fair punishment though, he thought, for treating him like this.

finally, nanami felt that delicious breach in his core. his inner walls spasmed around your fingers, as if they held a magic touch of vitality. his chest trembled with shuddering breaths. you worked him open with strong scissoring motions, pulling what was left of his rationale apart into paper-thin threads. nanami's mouth fell open. "oh god...", he gasped.

your fingertips pressed rightly into his hole, rubbing raw the nerves that lit his body on fire. he could feel his heartbeat in his stomach. it was loud and desperate, unlike he'd ever felt it before. swears and clipped moans tumbled out of his lips. nanami's hips humped against your palm, forcing a faster tempo. his head slumped over your shoulder and his disheveled blonde hair tickled your face. his voice was high and more frantic now, orgasm approaching like a speeding freight train.

your thumb swiped viciously at his clit and stars burst behind his eyes. nanami's cunt clenched around your fingers. he keened. a bolt of pleasure ran through his spine like an electric current. nanami's open-mouthed groans sent ticklish vibrations into your chest, and you recalled how much you did enjoy hearing his voice.

his body seized for a moment, as if doused in freezing water, and you were suddenly hyper aware of the cool AC breeze on you forearm. a rushing stream of translucent fluid ran down your forearm while nanami twitched above you.

your ministrations slowed, guiding him back to reality.

you ran your hands along his back. "are you alright?"

"mmh..", he responded with a sleepy nod.

you discarded the— now soaked— suit pants that were hooked around his ankles.

"come to bed.", you repeated. it wasn't a question now, and either way, nanami was in no position to refuse. you pulled him up from the undersides of his thighs with a loud, 'squelch'.

you could see his reddening ears from the corner of your eye.

"sorry, i'll—"

you promptly interrupted him. "no more talking. just get some rest, okay?" he nestled his chin into the crook of your neck.

his body was warm.

"i'm disappointed to see your lack of participation today, kento. i hope this doesn't become a habit."

you glared at the banal voice coming from the laptop speaker. you had forgotten it was still there. it seemed that everyone else except the meeting host had been automatically muted. while you didn't care, you were sure it would save nanami a lot of embarrassment.

"i want to hear more of you in future meetings, ken—"

you slammed the laptop shut.

"shut the fuck up."

from now on, nanami would not be attending work meetings past 9PM.

[ nanami vag real i think. i’m very happy u guys like the aizawa thing si si ]

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about straight friend that gets all worked up whenever he smokes, couldn’t care less that the two of you are dudes or close friends only cares about his cock thats hard and weeping and pressing up against his sweats, looks like a whole sight grinding up against you, in an old and worn shirt that he stole from you , the fabric practically spilling past his shoulder and giving you easy access to his tits, your calloused fingers pinching and twisting his nipples and leaving his cock leaking, your own cock slotted between his clothed cheek and leaving a mess of pre for anyone to see, and it doesn’t take much before his hands find their way to your pants , and swiftly pull out your dick, “so big sir,” he pants out, before he starts lazily stroking both of you all while sloppily kissing you on the lips, just being like that with him til the sweet thing cums, and when he finally comes back down to earth he looks at you all wide eyed lips all puffy and red while a sweet thank you escapes him.

The next morning he acts like nothing had happened, treats you like nothing but a mere friend, the word sir is replaced with dude and bro the hungry gaze is replaced with a sweet look on his face, the only conversation you have is about the last football game or his progress at the gym but both of you know what happens during your smoking sessions

[bonus: gets so cranky whenever the two of you can’t have a smoking session, maybe you’re busy with work or studies but either way you’re too busy to have them, he claims it’s just the pent up stress that’s getting to him, it’s not like he’s annoyed at the fact that you won’t be messing around anytime soon, practically acts like a little bitch for a whole week til you pin him to the couch and take him right there; no excuse to smoke needed]

[chaepink]

overworked pillow princes that just want to lay down and be pretty for you as you absolutely ruin them. they've been doing too much work lately and it's gotten to them so when you offer to do all the work that night in bed, they beg you to ruin them so bad that they wouldn't be able to think properly anymore. fuck them so hard so all thoughts of work leave their head and are instead replaced by the feeling of your dick/strap inside them. they'll be gripping the sheets for dear life, whiny moans and whimpers leaving their mouth as you hit the spots inside him that make his toes curl and back arch. steal orgasm after orgasm from him as all they can do is continue laying there, mind turned to absolute mush as his cum is sprayed all over his chest and on the sheets underneath him. incoherent words leave them but you can clearly hear them repeating "thankyouthankyouthankyou" over and over again.

nanami kento, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, oikawa toru, bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, your favorites ❤️

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[daisies-and-domming]

Side Effects (NSFW)

Guys I’m so sorry I know I disappeared forever ago but I am back! I updated my page, and I look forward to writing for all you lovely people again! I’m back on my same old shit (absolutely vile dom!reader smut) so I hope you’re ready >:) This one's a little softer because I think Nanami deserves a bit of a soft!dom...I hope you enjoy! Feeling a little rusty so sorry if this isn't my best work :/

Summary: Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has a vagina, p in said v, subby!nanami, sex pollen/sex curse, semi-breeding kink, nanami gets his shit rocked, begging, overstimulation (reader and nanami receiving), unsafe sex (wrap your wee-wee please), a bit praise, nanami calls reader wife once

Let me know if you think I missed anything!!

All characters are over 18 :)

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Bzzt, Bzzt!

You groan, eyes tearing away from the screen in front of you. Life had been in a bit of a slog recently - with your boyfriend constantly away on missions and you trapped at your boring desk job, a phone call was a welcome reprieve. What was odd was the fact that your phone was ringing at all - the only calls that can get through when your phone is silenced is your parents, Nanami, and -

Shoko.

Bright letters flash at the top of your screen as you scramble away in a hurry, phone in hand. You mumble some half-assed excuse as you fly out the doors of the office, keys already in hand, and shakily answer the call.

“Shoko? Is everything okay?” you force out, nearly slipping as you speed-walk to the car. “Is he okay?”

“It’s Nanami,” she says, panic evident in her voice. “He came back from a mission today, won’t stop asking for you. I can’t quite get a read on what he got hit with yet, and I’ve never seen him like this, is there any chance you-”

“I’m already in the car, I’m on my way,” you confirm. “He’s okay, though? No obvious signs of injury?”

“Nothing physical, no,” she says, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “But something’s still clearly wrong, and having you here might help me analyse it. Clearly he’s been hit by some effect of the curse, I’ve never seen this man frantic like this in my life.”

“I’ll be there soon as I can. Call me if you have any updates.”

Shoko hums a confirmation and hangs up, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, and you take in a shaky breath. What could possibly be wrong? Why did your boyfriend need you, right this instant? At the very least, Shoko didn’t seem to think it was life threatening, but what relief was that? Being a sorcerer was dangerous, hell, that was why you and Nanami had quit in the first place, but you always knew he couldn’t avoid the call of it for long. You prayed that whatever this was would be out of his system in no time.

You take the turn into Jujutsu Tech far faster than you should, haphazardly parking your car. You think you hear the beep! of your car locking, but all you can really hear in your head is the pounding of your heart. Weaving across the grounds, you rush to Shoko’s office, almost barreling into her when you throw the door open.

“Where is he? Is he okay? You didn’t call me again so I assume it’s fine, but-”

“Hey, breath,” she says, oddly calm considering her call earlier. “I figured out the issue.”

“You did?” you exclaim, a little frustrated she didn’t call you. It must not be serious if she didn’t call, but still! She could’ve at least sent a text…

She wiggles her eyebrows at you, a smirk growing on her face. “You guys have to bang.”

“What??” you flush, throwing your arms up. “S-shoko, this isn’t the time for jokes-”

“Not a joke,” she says with a grin, making crude gestures with her hand. “You guys have to bang it out of his system. Fuck. Two-man tango. ‘Make love’, or whatever. Not the worst curse to get hit by, huh?”

“You had me all worried for nothing!” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “I thought he was injured, or worse, dying! I could be at work right now, I didn’t even clock out! God, I’m going to be in so much shit when I get back.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. He needs your help,” she explains with a sigh. “The gas that the curse released from its body works as an aphrodisiac, a deadly one. If he doesn’t, uhm…‘mate’ any time soon it could be lethal.”

You flush deeper, blinking at her owlishly. You waited, hoping she was joking, but she was clearly dead serious. “Where is he?”

“He’s got his own room, all the way down on the left,” she sighed, rubbing her temples. “Don’t ruin my equipment, you hear me?”

You salute, grinning at her, “Aye aye, captain!”

She rolls her eyes, watching you go. It’s going to be a long shift, she thought, rubbing her temples once again. They don’t pay me nearly enough for this.

You make your way down the hall, fluorescent lights flickering above your head. It smelled like chemicals and death down her, a terrible combo. You wrinkle your nose. How does Shoko put up with this all day, every day?

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even realise that you’re at the end of the hall until you hear it. Frantic, almost manic, heavy breathing from the door on your left. You gulp, rubbing your thighs together. Fuck, in all your time with your boyfriend, you’ve never heard him this desperate before. Like the world was going to end if he didn’t get his dick wet. Lord, you haven’t even seen him yet, and you’re already soaking through your underwear, you can feel it. Tugging on the hem of your sleeve, you nervously raise a hand to knock on the door.

“Kento…?” you startle at the sound he lets out at the sound of your voice. It sounded like…a whine?

“Darling, ooh, darling,” he groans, pitchier than you’ve ever heard him. “You shouldn’t be here, love, get out of here.”

“Ken, honey, I can’t just leave you like this-”

“Please, before I do something I regret, you have to go- hngh!”

There’s a wet splatter on the other side of the door, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. You freeze momentarily, not wanting to believe it.

“Ken, did you just…?”

“Fuck, darling, you don’t know what you do to me,” he groans out. You can hear it now - how he’s rutting into his hand on the other side of the door. The wet shlick of dick sliding in his hand, the way he didn’t stop, even after he came. And he’s certainly never swore this early on, before he’s had your hands on you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” you say, fingers finding the buttons of your shirt frantically. You don’t care that you’re in the hallway, you don’t care that Shoko’s just down the hall - there’s nothing in your head but the needy sounds of your boyfriend on the other side of the door.

“Please, you have to leave-”

“Open the door, honey,” you say, voice syrupy and sweet. “Want you to fill me up so good, can you do that? For me?”

You hear a quiet “Fuck!” from behind the door and the door handle rattles as he struggles to open it in his haze. At this point, you’re dripping, and you reach a hand out to help him. Easing the door open, you can feel the heat coming off of Nanami in waves. There’s a heady scent of pure sex in the air, and you don’t get a chance to take him in before he’s closing the door and trapping you against it.

“You shouldn’t be here, love,” he murmurs against your neck, hot breath tickling your ear. “Please, go before I lose control.”

Without hesitating, you pull him back by the hair and smash your lips to his. He’s motionless against you, for a moment, before his lips slot against you frantically. His hands come to grope your sides, mean and careless with his touch. He slots his legs between yours almost absentmindedly, and his hips begin to cant against you.

You separate, panting. “So desperate you’re already humping my leg like a slut?”

He flushes, slowing his hips down. You could feel his cock twitch against you, and you grin up at his dishevelled state. He’s a wreck - his tie pulled loose from his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, his pants not even off, just hanging loosely around his ankles - and you’re grateful, for a moment, for the curse that hit him. 

“S-sorry, love,” he breathes, barely more than a whisper. “Can’t control it, please, need you, need you so bad- mngh, fuck!”

You grin, lazily palming his angry cock. “Oh, honey, I’ll help you out. Think you can get on the bed for me?”

He nods, whining softly when he pulls away from your hand. He stumbles over to the bed, losing his pants along the way. He sits and looks at you expectantly, flushed all the way down his neck. His hands are shaking from how much he’s holding back, and he bites his lip so hard it bleeds as you walk over, stripping as you approach. Ever the gentleman, he doesn’t reach out and touch, though it’s clear that he wants to. But right now, you’re in control, and even with the heat coursing through his veins, he lets you take what you want from him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, voice thick with need. “Gonna let me ride your cock? Let you fill me up, breed me?”

“God, darling,” he says with a groan, a bead of precum running down his angry cock. “Want to fill your pussy up, put my kids in you, make you nice and round- mmph!”

You slam your lips to his, guiding him to lay back on the bed. You throw your legs on either side of his and grind down hard, smiling against his lips at the way his hips twitch up against yours. You reach back, fumbling to grip his cock and guide it to your waiting hole. You’re soaking, and there’s a wet shlick as sink down to the base of his cock.

“Shit, fuck, sorry, honey-” His hands find the plush of your hips, and he holds you down as he cums, hot and warm inside you. Your surprised laugh quickly morphs into a moan as you feel him fill you. It’s neverending - you’re certain he’s never come this much in one go before - and you quickly regain your senses, grinding your hips in slow circles, riding him through his orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his back is arched as he twitches, but he never softens inside you.

“Already came again?” you mock, looking down at him condescendingly as he blinks back into reality. “Some curse you got hit with, must feel so good to let go, huh, baby?”

“C-couldn’t help it, fuck!” he stammers out, hips bucking into your slow grinding. “Need it, need to cum again, need to feel you cum around me as I fuck you full, please, darling, can I?”

His eyes flick up to yours, desperation evident in his gaze. Your boyfriend, who rarely swears during sex, begging you to cum? You were certainly in no place to say no!

Without warning, you pick up the roll of your hips, holding his hips down so he can’t buck into you. He moans, flush spreading all the way down his chest. His thighs are flexing below yours, aching to buck up into you, but you won’t let him.

“If you want my help, you let me control the pace,” you bluff, trying your best to keep your head with how his tip is brushing against your sweet spot oh so sweetly. “Keep trying to buck up and I’ll leave you here to take care of your little predicament yourself.”

“No!” he pants out, frenzied. “No, please, darling, don’t go, I’ll do anything, I’ll be good for you, please-”

“Yeah?” you say, grin feral as you pick up your pace even more. You’re barely able to get words out anymore, but he’s certainly not faring any better. “G-Gonna be good for me? Gonna- hngh, fuck! - fill up my pretty pussy, give me your- ahn- give me your babies?”

He nods, hand fumbling to rub at your clit. His fingers are mean, out of control, but the rough feel of his fingers against your clit is delicious nonetheless. Your head falls forward, and your hips get frantic, pace inconsistent as heat coils in your belly. 

“Close, ‘m getting close-” you moan out. “Need you to cum with me, make me full, can you do that for me?”

“Mhmm, anything for you, love,” he says, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the feeling of your gummy walls around him. “Love you, love you so much, please, can’t hold on much longer, need to cum- oogh, fuck!”

With a soft ahn, ahn, ahn, you’re cumming around him, grinding your clit down into his hands as he cums, shooting his seed deep into you. You can’t help but keep grinding down, dragging your orgasm out as long as possible. You shakily drag your hips to a stop, head falling forward to knock with his. You let out a soft breathy laugh as you swoop down to kiss him again, his cock finally starting to flag inside you. As you move to get up, he grabs your waist, wincing as he holds you on his cock.

“Sorry honey, ‘m still sensitive,” he whimpers, twitching out a few more spurts of gooey cum into you. “Can- can you sit here, for a little longer?”

“Of course, Ken,” you say, smile soft as you place a kiss against his temple. “Whatever you need. Are you feeling better?”

“A little sore, for sure,” he notes, eyes roaming up your body. “Though you’re probably hurting too, is there anything I can do for you?”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. Really is such a gentleman, you think as you struggle to control your face. After all that, he’s worried about me?

“I’m okay, Ken, I wasn’t the one hit with a curse, after all,” you note, hands absentmindedly running up his sides. He smiles up at you, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and pulls you down into him.

“Hey, we need to clean up-”

“Just a second, darling,” he says, yawning as he speaks. “Just need a second to hold you, that’s all.”

You melt against him, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. As his breath steadies and he drifts under you, you trace circles on his chest, letting your heavy eyes fall closed, too. He’s right, just a second…

– – – 

You wake up with a jolt to a banging on the door, a chorus of voices on the other side.

“Nanamin, I heard you got hit by a curse, are you okay??”

“Be quiet, Itadori, he’s probably trying to rest.”

“Shut up, Fushiguro, you don’t know that-”

“Will both of you shut up?? Either way, he’s definitely awake from all the racket you’re causing-”

You groan, tuning them out as you rub the sleep from your eyes. You glance up at your boyfriend, disagreeing with Nobara - Nanami was still asleep, a little bit of drool coming out of his open mouth. You cringe as you sit up, every muscle in your body burning in protest as you disentangle yourself from Nanami. You wince as you slide off his cock, his release trickling down your leg as you make an attempt to gather dress yourself. Nanami finally stirs awake, groaning softly as his bleary eyes peel open. His eyes find yours as your fumble through the clothes on the floor, throwing his pants to him. He rubs his eyes and rolls to sit on the edge of the bed, watching you intently.

“We need to get dressed,” you say, voice scratchy with sleep. “The kids want to see you.”

“Mm, they can’t wait a little longer? I want some alone time with my wife now that I’m feeling better.”

“Your wife?” you say, grinning at him. “I know I gave you a good time, but you gotta put a ring on it first, mister.”

He laughs, pulling you against him and burying his head into your stomach. Your fingers come up to play with his hair, and he breathes you in, for a second.

Soon, he thinks. Soon I’ll put a ring on that finger.

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