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Losing Control

Kento Nanami x F!Reader

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➪ wc: 8k+ || minors DNI!!! (NSFW) ➪ warnings/tags: unprotected sex, rough sex, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), overstimulation, edging, breeding kink, "daddy" is heavily used, spanking, just basically nanami being a pent up maniac

➪ notes: hi hi hi, this is a repost because I deactivated my original account bc I am impulsive!!! I will slowly be adding back some of my favorite fics because my blog feels empty w/o them, but I also have an AO3 with everything in the meantime. I hope you all still enjoy this hot mess of a fic. okay thank is all, mwahhhhhhh

Nanami’s regularly scheduled trip to the bakery to pick up his favorite sandwich was interrupted as your shoulder brushed against him. His head snapped back towards you as you mindlessly walked away, running a little late for your haircut appointment.

“Excuse me,” he called, overwhelmed by the amount of cursed energy he sensed with the brief contact.

You were too focused on not getting lost to consider the voice was for you, new to the city of Tokyo, only moving here a couple of days ago.

He hesitated, looking down at his watch, then to his bakery, which was only a block away, before tsking and walking over to follow you.

Long slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, making you practically squeak, frozen in place as your body faced the man who towered over you.

His blonde hair looked so clean and crisp, and his suit and tie completely caught you off guard. Wow, men dress way differently in the city, you thought but realized he was practically the only one on the street who stood with such formality.

“Yes?” Your voice made him stutter, a weird sensation pinging in his chest at the way your eyes looked up to his in confusion, your bottom lip puffing out a little.

“I’m so sorry, that was improper of me,” he released his hold and straightened himself out with a stoic look, “It’s just, well, do you ever see things others can’t?”

You were stunned at his question, nodding your head quickly and placing a hand on his chest. He tried not to cringe at the way you were probably adding a crease to his freshly pressed button-up but was too consumed with how small your hand felt against him. So fragile.

“You too? Oh my god, and there’s so many here too! It’s freaky,” you flashed a toothy grin as he nodded thoughtfully.

“You’re not from around here?” He watched as you dropped the hand on his chest to rest against your hip, “No, I’m from the countryside. I just moved here recently. I’m taking a gap year off from college.”

College? So you lived a normal life. He adjusted his sunglasses. How interesting, he thought.

“I don’t mean to be intrusive or too forward, but would you please join me at the bakery down the block? I should report you to the higherups. Your energy is surprisingly strong.”

His eyes widen as you laughed back in response, “You speak so formally. Are you a businessman or something? I feel like you’re selling me a pitch right now.”

“Well, actually, yes and no, I left the business world to go back to being a Jujutsu sorcerer,” he shifted awkwardly at the way people were watching the two of you as they passed by, as you looked like a couple bickering with each other.

“Jujutsu sorcerer?” You tilted your head.

You had always thought your ability to see strange creatures was just an overactive imagination, especially since you only saw them very rarely in the small town you grew up in. Sometimes you felt something build up inside you when you felt angry or upset, but you figured that was normal with everybody.

“Oh, so you don’t know? Do you not have any abilities?”

You rubbed your temples, feeling like this was some inside joke you didn’t understand, “I’m sorry I’m so lost right now, and I have to run, or I’ll be late for my haircut—“

“Can I come with you?” He shared an equally surprised look with you, as he told himself he was doing it purely for professional reasons, though part of him didn’t want you to leave just yet. No matter how much your almost carefree personality frightened him, almost reminding him of a certain someone. He mentally rolled his eyes at the thought of you and Gojo laughing with each other over stupid things like children.

“Umm, yeah, why not,” you held your hand out and waited for him to shake it back. You pouted as he stared back at you with little emotion on his face, not moving at all. You grabbed his hand and forced it into yours, engaging in a sloppy handshake as his hand was limp as a dead fish.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to met youuuuu,” you dragged the word waiting for him to share his name, “Nanami. Kento Nanami.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Nanami,” you smiled as you let go of his hand, which he then rubbed against his pants, rude. “Well then, now we’re no longer strangers.”

“Now hurry up. I don’t want to miss this appointment.”

Nanami was sitting uncomfortably in the free chair next to you, watching as a lady snipped dead ends off your freshly washed hair. The place was surrounded by women who were snickering with each other about how handsome he was, how lucky you were to have such an attractive boyfriend. You giggled at the thought of such a stiff man ever softening up to accommodate your personality.

“So you really didn’t know,” he made a thoughtful expression, his sunglasses resting in his suit jacket pocket.

“No, not at all,” you sigh, overwhelmed with all of the new information he laid on you.

“I find it weirder that you don’t have a quirk or technique,” his thumb scrolled against his phone’s screen, watching an endless list of call attempts to Gojo. Would it kill the man to pick up the damn phone?

Giving it one last shot, he jumped as a singsongy voice chimed on the other end.

“You are soooo obsessed with me. Ever heard of texting? You should try it.”

Nanami rolled his eyes as he balanced his phone between his cheek and shoulder, “Hilarious, but I have a serious request for you.”

“I met a girl on the street—“

“Wait, don’t tell me you. Let me guess. You don’t own condoms? Wait no, you—“

“Forget I even asked, I’ll call Principle Yaga,” Nanami groaned, and you wished you could turn your head to see him, but your chair was faced the other way.

“Okay, okay fine, please don’t tattle on me. I’ll shut up now, I swear.”

“As I was saying, I met a girl on the street, and she’s not from around here, but her cursed energy was powerful. Like freaky strong.”

“Freaky?” You whined loudly, not enjoying how he spoke about you as if you weren’t right in front of him.

“Was that her? She sounds cute. I bet she’s cute, right?”

“I thought you said you’d shut up,” Nanami felt like he was babysitting two toddlers, balancing both of your high energies while trying to calm you down simultaneously. It is so exhausting to be normal, he thought.

“Yes, she’s with me. She’s getting a haircut, besides the point. Anyway, I would like you to meet her. I thought maybe your eyes would be able to give more insight.”

“Kay, bring her over to the school, and I’ll make time. See you soon then?”

“Yes, I think it’s almost over, so I’ll see you soon,” he hung up, looking back up to see the hairdresser pull out a blow dryer as she started styling your hair.

It was a mesmerizing sight, the way your hair moved like the wind against the hot air, how soft it looked. He felt the urge to touch it but swallowed it back down immediately after the thought crossed.

Ijichi held small talk as Nanami tried to sit as far away from you in the backseat. It was almost embarrassing how desperate he was to avoid you, and you wondered why he didn’t just sit in the front instead.

“So you’re 21? I guess that’s a fun age to take a gap year.”

You nodded your head, “Yeah, I thought the city would be a nice change of pace before I went into my last year of studies. Definitely didn’t expect anything like this to happen though,” your eyes traced the outlines of the large buildings you were approaching. Were we even still in Tokyo anymore? There were so many trees and wildlife; it almost felt like you were back home.

“Wow, it is so pretty here! How many people live here? The place is huge,” you turned towards Nanami, who stared out the window and ignored you completely.

“A lot less than you’d think,” Ijichi replied after moments of silence had passed, looking into the overhead mirror to view as Nanami held a bored expression.

You stretched your arms over your head as the car ride made you feel so cramped, your loose tee rising with the movement. Nanami noticed the way how a sliver of your bare stomach was made visible, also allowing him to view how your leggings hugged your ass so perfectly. He forced his eyes to focus on his shoes instead, hating how hard it was for him to avert his gaze in the first place. You wished you weren’t dressed so casually, but you were just planning to get your hair done and maybe watch a movie when you got home.

A tall and slightly lanky man shuffled down the stairs leading to you, his hair white and almost floofy with how it bounced with each step, a blindfold covering his eyes. “Wow, you are cute!”

You brushed the comment off because you were more surprised that he could even see you. “What’s with the blindfold?” you shot back.

Nanami groaned, already knowing the big speech Gojo was about to lay on you, even considering walking away to avoid it. He was shocked when Gojo just chuckled playfully, “I’d tell you, but that’d be too easy and not as much fun, don’t cha think?”

God, was he flirting? Nanami was prepared to full-on sprint now, “But wow, you are something!” He turned to Nanami and placed a hand on his shoulder, which Nanami quickly shoved off in disgust.

You blushed as the man was finally in front of you, a gleaming smile that made you feel dizzy. What a womanizer. “Thank you, and umm, sorry, what’s your name?”

“He didn’t tell you? Tsk tsk Nanami, where are your manners?” He held out a hand which you eagerly took to shake, but instead, he pressed it to his lips, “Gojo, but you can call me Satoru.”

Nanami snatched your hand out of his grip, making you wince at the force he used, but Gojo only laughed. “Stop being such a pervert. This is a serious matter,” his voice was thick with annoyance, and Gojo sighed as he began to untie his blindfold.

Rubbing your wrist, Nanami flinched when he noticed the look of pain in your delicate features, it looked so unnatural on you. He preferred the overbearing grin you graced him with before and wanted to apologize but was cut off by Gojo.

“Let’s see,” he mumbled, blinking you slowly into his view. You gasped at the sight of eyes. They were so bright and blue it almost looked fake. “Hmmm, are you sure you don’t have a technique? You have solid control of your energy. It looks like you’ve mastered it.”

You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s possible. I’m a pretty observant person,” and turned to face Nanami, who looked paralyzed, looking back at you.

“Well, Nanami was correct, we should report you to the higher-ups, but before we do that, I’d like you to stay here with me.”

You awkwardly started bursting into a fit of laughter. Did you take drugs this morning by accident, or was this an incredibly life-like vivid dream? “I agree, actually,” Nanami butts in, “Until we know for sure, it would be safest to keep you here under the protection of Tengen. We don’t know who else sensed your energy, but they could be dangerous.”

“You ate a finger? What did it taste like?” Yuji sits across from you as you both wait for Gojo and Nanami to return.

“Honestly, disgusting, like beyond gross,” he cringed before taking a sip of his tea.

“I’d bet, but I think it’s cool that your body is a vessel, I mean one in a million? That’s pretty crazy,” your hands wrapped your warm cup and pressed it to your lips, letting the warm liquid soothe your throat.

“Really? Nobody sees it that way. They all think I’m some sort of freak.”

“You probably are,” you giggle, making him smile at how sweet the noise was as it graced the air, “But regardless, I think it’s cool.”

“Me too,” both of your heads turn as Gojo’s voice rings, a stupid grin on his face as he sits down. “I think Yuji has great potential, though you’ll never be able to beat me.”

Yuji rolls his eyes and stands up, waving to you, “I hope they figure out what’s up with you. It was nice to meet you, Y/N!”

You wave back, “Thanks for keeping me company!”

Gojo rested his head into his hand as his elbow supported himself up, analyzing you closely. “Can I ask you a question?”

You nodded your head, putting the tea down as you straightened up your posture in anticipation. “I have a feeling that I know what your technique is, but I want to test it to be sure. Is that okay with you?”

His voice is so joyful yet soothing; you’d bet he could get you to do anything if he tried, “Sure, why not?”

He stood up promptly, gesturing you to follow him as you made your way into what looked like a training room.

He sighed exaggeratedly, making you crunch your eyebrows together in confusion, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just if I’m wrong about this, you might hate me for what I’m about to do,” he stretches his arms, and you wonder if you should be doing the same, feeling entirely out of place in the large empty room.

“Are you ready?”

“How could I be ready for something I don’t know is going to happen?”

“Perfect.”

You gasp as he closes the space between your bodies and lifts a hand as if he’s about to hit you, “What are you doing?”

The harsh tone of Nanami’s voice made you take a step back in fear, but Gojo kept his gaze focused on you, “Y/N, did Nanami hurt you earlier, your wrist, I mean?”

Your mouth hung open as you turned to look at the door, Nanami awkwardly waiting for your response, “Yeah, it hurt a little why?”

“Do you like Nanami?”

“Umm, that’s kind of forward, don’t you think?”

“Well, do you like me?”

“I don’t know you in the slightest what are you-”

His arm makes a swiping motion across you, making you cringe at how stupid the move looked, and you let out a laugh. “What was that? Oh my god, was that supposed to be cool or something?”

Both men stared at you in pure shock, Gojo repeating the motion multiple times as you continued to laugh.

“Nanami, come here for a moment. Let me try it on you.”

“No, I don’t want to die today, thank you very much.”

“Die?” You stopped your laughing fit, “You were planning on killing me?”

Gojo shook his head, “No, but that should have hurt you, like a lot.”

“I cannot believe you would be so irresponsible and pull a test like that. What if she did get hurt?” Nanami is now next to Gojo as they begin to argue, but you’re still so lost and waiting for guidance.

“She didn't get hurt, though.”

“But what if she did?”

“Shoko would heal her.”

“Who’s Shoko?” Your voice is small, and they turn to you, almost forgetting you were even there.

“Tell you later, but Y/N, you do have a technique. You just never noticed because it’s not visible or obvious.” Nanami’s eyes were piercing yours as Gojo continued, “You have a protection technique. People can’t hurt you, not even me unless you let them.”

Nanami flinched as you looked down in embarrassment, “I’m confident we could help you use it more consciously since it seems your body does it automatically. Also, learning some combat could be helpful.”

“We?”

“You found her, didn't you? Nanami.”

You groaned as the sun beamed into your eyes, making you put an arm over them to block off the penetrating light.

“Get up,” Nanami couldn't sound any less interested in your training, and you were starting to wonder who he despised more: you for walking into his life or Gojo who made you stay.

“Why? What would you do if I stayed here instead,” you sighed, exhausted after hours of trying to do hand combat with the most impatient man you’d ever met.

You heard his feet brush against the grass and yelped out as he scooped under your back to force you into a standing position.

“Don’t play games with me. I, unlike you, care about my time. Now hurry up. If you can’t knock me over at least once, I’ll make you run laps around the entire school.”

“You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to,” you huff, swiping your forehead to get rid of the tiny beads of sweat, “I’m only doing this because you both forced me to.”

“Both? I would be happy if you left. You’ve made my life entirely inconvenient ever since I met you.”

You froze, sucking in a small breath as his words crushed you, making you feel extremely small.

“I see,” you breathed, turning on your heel to walk away. You wish he stopped you or even hesitated in the slightest after his comment, but he didn't. His face remained the same as he watched you pick up your pace, not having any real direction, just the goal of escape.

“He doesn't hate you,” Gojo had his feet on his desk, hands behind his head as he sat across from you.

“Well, it feels that way,” you mumbled, hoping he couldn't sense the pain behind your voice. “Why can’t you train me instead? You like me, right?”

He chuckled to himself, and you weren't quite sure how to take that reaction, so you fiddled your thumbs under your shirt. “I’d love to, but I don’t have free time during the day, is nighttime okay with you?”

You nodded your head eagerly, his smile sending a rush of heat through your body. Why was he so attractive? “We can start now if you’d like?” He offered, standing up and holding a hand for you to take. You smiled, taking it with ease, suddenly giddy as you found someone who thought you were worthy of their time.

“Don’t feel like walking, don’t let go, okay?” Was all he gave you before he teleported you both into the fighting grounds outside, stunning you completely.

“Wow, you're so talented!”

“I know, I’m the best.”

“Ugh, don’t make me take it back,” you rolled your eyes before releasing your grip on his hand. He took a step back from you, then waited patiently for you to begin.

You mainly nodded to yourself, before taking a step forward and attempting to punch him in the chest. He didn't flinch, and your hand never actually made contact with him, making you pout in annoyance.

“How is this even fair? If I can’t hit you, how do I beat you?”

“You can’t, but you can get stronger,” he let his eyes peek out of his blindfold as he lowered it slightly, “Besides, I have a feeling you have more than just protection. I just need to coax it out of you.”

“Coax? How—”

Suddenly you’re on your back, and Gojo hovers over your body, pinning you to the ground.

“Are you afraid of me?” His voice was raspy and a little rushed, as he was trying hard not to think about how your chest looked as it rose and fell, your breasts outlined beautifully in the tight black long sleeve shirt you were wearing.

You refused to wear a uniform and opted out for athletic wear. It made more sense to you, at least. The only thing was, everything was just so skintight, even you noticed how the boys distracted by your body each time you tried to talk to them.

“Should I be?”

“Well, no. But I want you to push me off you as if you were.”

You tried to press your hands against his chest, but he didn't budge, then bent your knees to your chest, replacing the area on his chest with your feet. Pushed and pushed, using your legs which were much stronger than your arms. It was a cute attempt, but what was really so interesting about it was how your tennis skirt was now completely over your hips.

Gojo hissed under his breath as he caught the sight of your panties, making your eyes go wide as you connected the dots.

“Perv!” you yelled against him, shocked as you watched his body get shot away from you as if an invisible force made him.

“Wow!” He laughed in amusement, somehow staying still mid-air like he could fly or something. “You are strong. I mean, wow!”

“Y/N?” Nanami’s voice caught you by surprise as he walked in front of you to make eye contact, soon after noticing how your skirt was hiked up, your knees bent, and legs slightly open. He turned quickly, coughing awkwardly, “Um, your skirt is--”

“Yeah, I know,” you cringe, standing up as Gojo lets himself down, “Nanami, what are you doing here?”

“Yuji told me Y/N was planning on talking to you tonight, so I went to your office, but you weren't there,” you didn’t understand the anger that hung in his throat, sharpening each word as it left it.

“Well yeah, she wants to start training with me. Apparently, you hate her?” His head turned to you with a sly grin as you brushed off your skirt and tried to straighten yourself out.

“Is that true, Y/N?” Nanami faced you now. His eyes were bare of any sunglasses, you assumed, since it was nighttime. He was still in his usual suit and tie appearance, but the exposure of his eyes made you stare back in awe.

“Yeah,” he made you feel so small like you were swiped of all composure from the way he analyzed you so closely.

“Don’t be so mad, Nanami; I think it’s for the best. You’re the one who said you wish you never met her, right?”

Your hands made tiny fists, nails digging into your palms as you looked down, trying to muster up all of your strength not to start crying. He didn't deserve your tears, that sadistic prick.

“Right.” He nodded his head, ignoring you as he turned back to Gojo, “I guess I’ll go back to my old schedule then?”

“Asshole,” you grumbled under your breath, your head still to the ground.

“Excuse me?”

You looked up, face twisted with anger replacing the previous sting of rejection and sadness, “I said, asshole. You are a huge fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as Gojo laughed hysterically, walking over to you and going to place a hand on your back. He jumped as a jolting sensation entered his palm, your body rejecting any type of touch at the moment.

“Careful Y/N, it’s not safe to recklessly channel anger into cursed energy. You could get hurt.” Nanami’s tone comes out as a warning, as Gojo continuously tries poking you, amazed at how much the small act hurts him.

“Why would you care?!” You yell, making him flinch at how visibly upset you’d become, “You wish you never met me, right? Then I’ll do you the pleasure of leaving.”

Gojo tries to grab your arm to stop you from walking away but is returned with a wave of striking pain, cursing under his breath as your feet drag you away.

“Fuck,” Nanami begins to panic, his rugged exterior crumbling as he chases after you. You keep your eyes straight ahead; this was the second time Nanami made you want to run away. This time you were going to fulfill his petty wishes.

You halt at the feeling of his arm gripping your shoulder tightly, both of you wondering why he’s not getting the same treatment Gojo received, as your body is instead welcoming of the embrace. “Please don’t go Y/N. We still need to turn you into the higherups.”

You begin to laugh hysterically. Feeling like you’re actually going insane. Is he serious?

“Tell them I went home,” you turn to face him, his hand falling back to his side. You yell out to the lanky man who is still dumbfounded, staring blankly at the both of you, “Thank Gojo for everything, and tell the students I’ll miss them!”

Nanami is twitching where he stands, battling so hard internally that it’s impacted his physical state, “Gojo, can you give Y/N and me some privacy? I’d like to talk to her, alone.”

Gojo is gone before you can even blink, probably transporting back to his office, not in the mood to tease Nanami after having his ego crushed by your enigma of a body.

“I don’t want to talk. I told you I’m leaving--”

“Why do you have to be so difficult? You’re just like him. You are so frustrating to be around,” he cuts you off. “You think this world is fun, but you’ve never seen what it’s like out there. You’ve never lost a fellow classmate while out on the job.”

“Okay, well then how am I supposed to live my life then? Miserably like you? Always rejecting people’s kindness because you don’t want to be dependent?” You practically spit the words at him. What gives him the right to speak to you like this?

“I am not miserable. I am content and realistic.”

“I’ve never seen you smile, not once. You don’t think that miserable?”

“No, I don’t; why do I need to smile to show I’m happy.”

“You don’t. It’s just what normal people do.”

“Oh, so I’m the one who’s not normal. Have you seen yourself? Your—”

You wait patiently, ready to continue the back and forth tennis match of disses. He doesn’t speak, though. Instead, he looks down at you with a clouded mind.

“Just say it. Just admit you hate me already, so I can never see you again,” your heart is racing, his eyes never faltering from yours as he watches you closely.

“I don’t hate you,” he sighs exhaustedly, “It’s not that. I just hate how you make me feel.”

Your eyes are wide, drawing him into them, they’re feverish, yet he doesn’t want to escape their hold. “You make me feel,” he pauses, regretting how easily he’s opening up to you, “Different.”

“Is that really so bad?” You take a step towards him, making his breath hitch at how close you are to him.

“Yes, it really is.”

“In what way?” You take another step, surprised that he even lets you since your chests are almost touching.

“You make me lose control.”

“Don’t you ever want to? Lose control, I mean,” your voice is close to a whisper, as you look up at his serious as always expression.

“Bad things happen when you lose control,” he challenges, but there’s a slight gleam in his eyes as you reach your hand out to touch his face.

Your thumb traces his jawline slowly, “Bad things happen when you keep everything pent up, Nanami.”

Fuck, he thinks, say my name, just one more time. Please.

You blink slowly, telling yourself if he rejects you yet again, at least you can leave knowing you tried your best with him. “I think you’re too scared to admit that you actually really like me.”

He flinches against your touch as your pointer finger drags down his neck, stopping to tug slightly on the knot of his tie, “Am I wrong?”

He holds himself together, nodding with stoic features, “You are wrong. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression, Y/N.”

Or, at least, that’s what he wished he did. What he wishes he had the strength to do.

You gasp into his mouth as his lips dive to meet yours, his arms wrapping around your back tightly, pressing you against him. He groans at the feeling of your tits flush against his chest, how your hands are latched to his hair, messing up the neat presentation he always kept.

His tongue slips into your mouth without hesitation. You let him in eagerly, a slight taste of expensive sake resonating on his tongue. Even his tongue felt so proper, you thought, so balanced and calculated.

You pull away for air, feeling almost dizzy with how he’s swept you off your feet. His eyes are frantic as they take you in. Your mouth parted, lips wet from a mix of yours and his saliva, the way your eyes scream submission and trust.

He wasn’t hurt when he touched you, and he now figures that must be because you feel the same as he does. You feel different, a loss of control.

“Let’s go somewhere where there’s privacy, okay? I don’t want the students finding us here.”

You follow him like a lost puppy as he takes your hand in his and walks towards the unoccupied dorming houses, but suddenly he freezes, looking back at you mind step.

“It’s good to lose control, right?”

You nod, slightly confused at why he brought it up so suddenly, but don’t have much time to think as he crouches down in front of you and tosses your body over his younger. You squirm under his touch as his right arm hooks across the back of your thighs and continues on his path.

“Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” you can tell he’s smirking from the way his tone shakes your core, and you’re pissed you’re stuck staring at the ground instead of him. “Oh,” you suck in a breath as his free hand pushes your skirt over your ass, exposing it completely. “And this too.”

You gasp as he plants a harsh slap on your ass, the stinging sensation rippling into your flesh as it jiggles from the force.

Finally, you’ve arrived inside of some foreign building, trying to get up and off of him as you hear him slide the door shut, but he holds you steady. He’s enjoying himself a little too much.

A whiny breath escapes your lips as he traces a finger up and down your clothed pussy, admiring how much it’s pulsing with heat, how it clings to your wet folds. He exhales at the sight, clasping the flimsy material to move it to the side, admiring your bare cunt. “What’s this? Did you get this wet just from me?”

You whimper in response as he takes a long swipe in between your soaking slit, taking the finger into his mouth as he hums in approval, “Good girl.”

Your body is tossed back onto a large bed, but you don’t have time to questions where you are or take in your surroundings, as your eyes are glued to his. He undoes his tie before crawling onto the bed until he’s hovering over you. Taking your wrists into one of his hands, he begins to wrap the tie around them, shocking you as he connects it to the headboard.

“You were right,” he whispers inches away from your face, your chest jolting us as you feel his hand reach in between your thighs, dipping into the soaking mess that was your cunt. “I have been pent up,” he slips a finger inside you, hissing at how tight you feel around it, and can only imagine how much better it’d feel around his now throbbing cock.

“Ever since the day I met you,” his lips grace yours, full of hunger as he eats up your moans, letting another finger slide in just to earn more of them.

“Fuck,” you cuss in between kisses, his tongue now massaging yours. You wondered how he was so skilled in doing so. You couldn’t imagine him having much experience. Yet, his movements were effortless, his fingers curving your pleasure spot like it was an easy target, making you flutter around him with pulsing heat.

“Are you going to be good for me? Or are you going to be your usual brat self?” He quickens his pace inside you, grinning slightly as he watches you struggle to speak or even think properly in general. You can only nod, jaw slacked as he backs off you to get a perfect view of your undoing, feeling generous and using his free hand to add a thumb rubs circles into your clit.

Your hips buck up with the newly added pressure, making him tsk, “Stop moving. I don’t want to have to tie your legs too.” You’re clenching around his pumping fingers like a needy whore, almost begging him just to take you now and then, but it’s not really his style.

He liked to work for things, not rush into them, and he doesn't care if that takes edging you for hours until you finally behaved as he wanted you to. Begging wasn't going to work on him. He didn’t feel sorry for how overstimulated he made you with his calloused thumb torturing your bundle of nerves. This was for his pleasure just as much as it was yours.

“I can’t help it you’re--” you practically squeak at how relentless his hands are on you, yet his body looks calm and steady, completely unphased. Truthfully, he was going wild. Watching you lose control only made him more excited to lose his own, but he’d never let you see that. “It’s too much.”

“Too much? Then why is your pussy sucking my fingers in for me?” You gasp at his language, never thinking he’d even such words, making him chuckle slightly to himself.

You don’t have a reply, as your stomach keeps contracting and tightening, and you shut your eyes at the overwhelming sensation. “Don’t cum,” he warns you, making you bite your lip as you try to hold in the lewd noises he’s coaxing out of you. “Please,” you gasp, feeling moments away from release until his fingers promptly slide out of you and he removes his thumb off your clit. He watches you clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs together for friction, for anything to take the edge off.

He lifts your legs straight into the air, holding your ankles together in one hand as he tugs your skirt and panties up in one swift motion. He moves his arm to keep your thighs to his chest as he removes the material from your feet, tossing it somewhere across the room. His lips graze your calf, his nose brushes against the delicate skin of your legs that were now draped over his shoulder, giving it a small bite just to feel how his teeth dug so easily into the soft flesh. Dropping your legs back down, he unbuckles his pants, making your eyes go wide as you hear the noise of his zipper releasing soon after.

“Not yet,” he mumbles, sighing slightly as his pants fall to his knees and his cock slaps up at his abdomen loudly before he removes them completely. You can’t help but admire how pretty his member is. It’s much larger than you’d expect, maybe even too big, making your core ache just at the sight. He’s unsurprisingly very well-groomed, and his flush pink tips look mouth-watering as precum drips down it. He notices you’re staring, “Naughty girl, drooling at your sensei’s cock like that.”

You freeze, watching as he unbuttons his shirt and removes it with a swipe of his hand. Fuck. He was so muscular, so beautifully built, you were fuming at the fact your hands were tied up, and you couldn't run your fingers up and down the stiff peaks of his abs.

“You’re not that much older than me,” you say in a small voice, “And, you barely taught me anything. You just wanted to watch me suffer.” His head dives in between your legs, planting a gentle kiss on your mound, “Wrong, I just wanted to watch the way your tits bounced when you did laps.” He takes the bottom hem of your shirt in between his teeth, tugging it up as his eyes pierce into yours. You arch your back, so it easily glides up your body until he stops as your breasts and his hand creates an opening for his head to go under the stretchy material.

You cry out as he sucks harshly on the sensitive and flush skin of your tits, nuzzling his nose in between them as he ravishes you like an animal. His hand pops one of your breasts out of your bra as he takes your nipple into his mouth and grazes it between his teeth, sending a crashing wave of pleasure throughout your body. His other arm goes under your arched back to unclasp the prison that entrapped your plump breasts, but he’s losing his temperament and decides to rip it off you instead, soon after unlatching himself from you to make a precise cut down the center of your shirt with his hands.

Your tits spring free, and his cock twitches against your thigh at how the giggles in unison, pausing just to admire the movement before throwing the torn clothing behind him and diving back in. “Just like that,” he purrs into your chest, “The way they bounced just like that.”

Your legs are shaking, and you’re not sure how much longer you can take this teasing, releasing a shaky moan as his tip brushes past your bare cunt. “I want to touch you. Let me touch you.”

He groans into your neck as he begins to paint the area with sucking and hot tongue flicks. “You always touch me,” his voice is dark and husky, “I never get to touch you.”

“Not like this,” you gasp as he nibbles on your ear, “I meant I want to touch you like this.”

“Maybe another time,” he rushes the words before swiping his tongue under your jawline, “This is for me. And you’re going to be very good for me, isn’t that right?”

His tip is now rubbing against your pounding heat, your lengths instinctively wrapped around his torso to pull him closer, but he doesn't budge. “I’ll be a good girl,” you whimper at how big he feels, knowing he’s going to stretch you out in moments to come.

“You gonna let daddy cum inside you?” Your mouth opens at the statement, there were so many things to analyze, but you just pathetically moaned in response, “Please.”

“Please?”

“Please, daddy.”

“Good.”

You wait for him to slide into you, patiently with your eyes shut in anticipation, but suddenly his tongue is pressed flat against your pussy. His nose is rubbing against your clit as he devours you in, his tongue entering your sopping hole, groaning as his tongue is completely coated with your arousal. “Nanami please, I --”

“Who?”

“Daddy, please, I need you.”

He ignores the request, going to suck on your clit as his intense gaze never leaves your face and the way your tits move with each heavy breath you take. He feels almost bad at how desperate you’ve become, trying to grind into his face for more, though his arms are linked around your thighs to resist such pathetic attempts.

“I’m close,” you whine, but he already knows it from the way you’re spasming in his grip uncontrollably.

“You don’t get to cum until I cum,” his tone is almost threatening, but it only pushes you off the edge more, the way his lips meeting back against you as he drinks up your soaking cunt. You can’t help it, cumming sloppily all over his perfectly structured face, drenching it as if it wasn't already soaking with your fluids before.

He sends you a chilling glare, releasing your thighs before sitting upon his knees, the feral look in his eyes making your stomach churn. “I thought I told you not to cum,” he remarks, scooping under your knees, so your ass was near his groin.

“I’m so sorry I—”

He lands a harsh spank on your ass, guaranteed to leave a mark, “Oh, I’m sorry? Did that hurt? I thought your technique wouldn't allow that?” His voice is menacing as you struggle to catch your breath, “Don’t tell me you like it that much. You like it when daddy punishes you?”

You can’t respond as he slaps your pussy, not too forcefully but enough that it stings, and you’re almost afraid with yourself at how much pleasure you derived from it. “You do like it,” he muses as you nod shamelessly, “Such a dirty girl for me, letting only me touch you even when you're pissed.”

“I appreciate it, but I don’t intend on going easy on you.”

He opens your legs and lets them rest on either side of his shoulders, enjoying how your pussy is slightly swollen from the relentlessness of his mouth, plumping up just for him to destroy once again.

He lines himself up to your entrance, cursing under his breath as his tip immediately becomes drenched in your slick, “Be good this time and cum when I tell you to, or I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t anymore.”

His hips crash into you, his length delving into your tight cunt, not giving you any time to adjust as you cry out in shock. He felt beyond big. His tip was resting on your cervix as he bottomed out, taking a moment to watch a few tears roll down your cheeks before pulling out and giving another long and hard thrust. “It’s too big--” you squeal as he delivers another pulse into you, “I can’t take it. It’s too big.”

“You can take it, just fuck--, be a good girl and let daddy make you cum, okay?”

You’re suffocating his cock. He can almost feel your heartbeat around him with how fast it’s beating, pumping adrenaline into your veins. He ends the punishing strokes and begins to pick up a fluid rhythm, though it’s much faster than you’re used to.

He really was pent up, you thought, part of you getting giddy thinking about how you could become his new outlet, the other part too busy filling the air with filthy moans and mewls.

“Fuck, please open your eyes. I need to see your face.”

You look up, your mouth permanently hanging open as your body shakes violently at how hard he continued to slam into you. “Good girl, you like daddy’s cock? You want me to fill you up?”

Your tongue lolls out your mouth as your eyes roll back slightly. How did he reach the spot you never could yourself so easily? Without even trying, with every stroke.

“So good, so—” you open your eyes to look back at him, almost regretting it, as he held the cockiest grin on his uselessly emotionless face, making the spring in your stomach tighten uncontrollably.

“Don’t cum,” he growled, noticing the loss of words, dropping your legs from his shoulder so he could tower over you.

He held himself steady inside you as he supported himself on his forearms, boxing you in between his arms so you couldn't squirm as his teeth tore the tie off of your wrists. The freedom felt foreign to you after spending so long without the ability to use them.

He stared deeply into your eyes, “You can hold onto me, okay? Just hold on a little longer. I still have so much to give you.”

Your nails dug into the muscle of his back, making him hiss at the slight pain the action brought, and he dropped down to give you one long and passionate kiss before moving again while your lips were still connected. You bit down at his bottom lip, the jolt of his hips catching you off guard, only making him want to fuck you harder.

“You feel so good,” he praises, his mouth as your neck as your nails begin to drag down into his skin. “Impossibly tight, so fucking good.”

You almost scream when his thumb finds its way to your overstimulated clit, rubbing it feverishly, “Just a little more, you’re doing so well, baby.”

You were a whimpering and moaning mess, your arms now wrapped around his neck and tugging him into your chest as you held on for dear life. The noise his cock made as it slides in and out of you was beyond lewd, almost criminal at how embarrassingly wet you were, sloshing around him loudly. His balls were slapping against your ass, and it was all too much. You couldn’t take a second longer.

“Please, daddy please— fuck.”

You were crying into his shoulder, praying he would show mercy, and thankfully you were not the only one losing your mind. Nanami could have never imagined how incredible you felt, how perfect he fit inside you. Your moans went straight to his dick, and for one, he finally found himself letting go completely, allowing you to gain some control over him as he grunted into you.

“Cum for daddy.”

You could have suffocated him with how tight your hold was around his neck, your body shaking uncontrollably as you came so hard you couldn't feel anything besides the tingling sensation that surrounded you. Your mind went blank as your vision wholly blurred, and you went limp against him. He followed soon after, delivering long sloppy thrusts, his hot thick spurts of arousal painting your walls white.

He stayed inside you as you both panted into each other, covered in a layer of sweat, and he surprised you by crashing his lips into yours. The kisses were messy and needy, a means of thanks and adoration. Once he had a taste of you, he only craved more. He prided himself to know he was the only one you’d let touch you, even in a non-sexual sense.

He had successfully marked you as his, sitting up to pull out, his thumb pushing back his seed into your abused hole. “Don’t want to waste it,” he spoke casually before shutting your thighs shut and crashing down onto the bed beside you.

“Are you still planning to leave?” He grinned cheekily as he pulled you onto his chest, playing with your hair as you groaned into it.

“Shut up, don’t ruin the moment.”

“Fine, but I hope you know I’ll never let Gojo train you again. Only me from now on.”

“But you’re so mean,” you sigh, making him laugh slightly. The noise was euphoric, as you craved to see this side of him so often.

“No, you just don’t like following the rules,” his fingers rubbed your shoulder, “It’s okay, I’ll remind you of your place when I need to.”

“Still mean,” you yawned, smiling into the stiff muscles of his upper body.

He smiled to himself, how you curled up onto him like a kitten, like his own precious sanctuary.

Losing control is good sometimes, he thought, allowing himself to rest alongside you.

He still had so much energy trapped inside him, if only you knew what you had signed up for.

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