#Nanami treats! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

Week Two, Day Four of Kinktober 2022

Crush Kink: Jujutsu Kaisen: Nanami Kento

Word Count: 1.1K

Tags: crush fetish, being stepped on kink, shoe/high heel fetish, degrading (m!receiving), slight humiliation (m!receiving), ejaculation in pants, dom reader, premature ejaculation

“Beg for it, Mr. Nanami.” You sneer down to the blond haired, boring looking professor. He’s not as he seems though, with his tight face and even tighter tied tie. He looks strict, uptight, snooty you could even dare call him, but really, the man is everything but in his spare time. His spare time being paying you to step on him in unusually high heels for an hour every Thursday night in his decked out penthouse.

It’s not a job you ever imagined you’d have, but it pays good money. You don’t have penetrative sex with anyone, just fulfill unusual and taboo kinks, of course with hard limits. Most are usually just that—unusual, but not necessarily weird or off putting. Sometimes it gives you a rush of power, even if it’s something you’re not typically into.

“You know I don’t beg.” The blond male says firmly, as firm as he can in the position he’s in. He kneels before you in front of his bed, thick thighs spread in his uniformed tan slacks, blue button up popped with a few unbuttoned pieces, tie loose around his neck, those infamous glasses he always wears forgotten, hair disheveled. It was a pleasure watching him come in from work and try to get out of his clothes, surprised to see you already sat in his bed, despite leaving the door unlocked specifically for you this morning.

But it’s even better to watch the pristine man beg.

“Aww, cmon,” you pout at him, crossing one leg over the over, watching how Kento watches you closely. He swallows when your foot flexes in your shoe, ankle dangling a little when you sigh again.

“You think I’m just gonna give it to you without you asking for it like a good boy?” You tease, head tilting, smile widening. Kento frowns at you the best he can with how shallow his breath has become, his fringe hiding soft and desperate eyes. You won’t crack though, and level him off with a stare until he huffs and breaks down.

“Please, step on me.” Kento mutters, eyes casted low before he looks at you again. He’s trying so hard to act so nonchalant about the entire thing, but you can see the strain in his slacks, can see the bulge begging to be freed from its confinements. You smile at him, merciful, placing the tip of your heeled shoe under his chin to lift it and smile even wider when he gives you an entire body shiver.

“Knew you had it in you.” You praise, leaning forward to rake a hand through his hair before you pull back and finally give him what he wants. Kento told you early on that he wasn’t a fan of the teasing, the foreplay. Just wanted to get this whole thing done and over with so that the shame of it all couldn’t catch up to him fast enough. It saddens you a little, but it’s also sweet as hell to watch a grown man crumble so fast just from stepping on his cock.

And that’s what you do, without hesitation, without a moments pause. Kento groans and buckles over at your swiftness, at the feeling of the ball of your foot pressed so heavily on the shaft of his cock. You lean back on your hands, head rested on your shoulder as you look down on him from your nose.

“Such a perv, Mr. Nanami,” you poke at the older man, knowing he’s not as sharp tongued or witted when you’ve got your foot on his cock, knows he’s prone to short responses and breathy stutters. It does more to you than it honestly should, makes your cunt drip in your underwear, to watch such a powerful and sturdy and self gathered man crumble so easily at your, well, foot.

“Do your students know about your little fetish? How you like it when I step on your fat cock?” He gasps under his breath at that, head tucked into his strong chest as he keeps his balled fists on his thighs like the obedient man he is. He knows not to touch unless given specific directions, but you can tell it kills him, can tell he wants to grab at your shin and rut his cock against the underside of your shoes. But he’s so, so good, and he sits there and takes it, takes it all.

“They don’t know,” Kento answers you with a gasp, completely buckled over now, hands splayed on the ground in front of him as you start rubbing a little harder where you feel his tip lays. Still answers you, even though he’s so quick to cum already. What a shame, you think, frowning, as you slide your foot up until the pointy part of your sharp and high heels digs slightly into the fatness of the man’s cock. Kento groans loud, body shuddering and bucking, as he starts rocking his hips against your shoe.

“Can’t believe you pay me so much money to step on such a pretty cock, only for you to cum in under five minutes. Such a shame.” You sigh, leaning back fully on his bed until you rest on your elbows. One foot rests on Kento’s cock, letting him do all the work to get himself off, the other propped up on his thigh, heel digging into the meat of it but he doesn’t complain. Only gasps a little louder, groans a little harder, his head finally throwing itself back so that he can look at you. He always does this whenever he’s about to cum, like he needs to see your mean sneer and disapproving glare to finally reach orgasm.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, eyes screwed shut before he forces them open again, hips still rocking against your shoe. “I’ll try to last longer next time.”

“Like you don’t say that every time.” You roll your eyes at him, pouting, putting more pressure on his cock until you’re sure it hurts. Kento seems to love it though, as his hips buck erratically like he’s seconds away from coming.

“Just hurry up and cum so I can blow your money on a new pair of heels. Bet you’ll like that though, you perverted freak.” You smile at him, wide and mean, and that’s what finally sends the blond man over the edge. Kento groans, rough and low in his throat, head tucked into his chest again as you feel his cock tensing and jerking underneath your heel from how hard you’re pressing on him.

You wait until he finally catches his breath to remove your foot and sit up. Kento huffs one last time before he throws his head back to look at you, still fully dressed but more disheveled than ever. You look down and catch the growing wet spot on his slacks, thinking to yourself, that maybe there’s no harm in breaking that no touching rule if it’s with your favorite customer.

[crybaby-bkg]

I just know that nanami would be the ultimate brat tamer. I can feel it in my left tit.