whimpycho

[whimpycho]

spoiled princess

nanami x fem!reader

a/n: i was thinking about nanami, as one does, and couldn’t help but fantasize about howww much this beautiful man would dote on and care for you!! you’re his #1!!! ♡♡♡

nanami spoiled you to a fault. whether it was handing you his credit card to do your daily scrolling on various fashion sites when he hears you whine about having "nothing to wear!", he never hesitated. nanami did this despite your walk-in closet overflowing with colorful dresses—many of which he hadn't even seen you in yet. not to mention, the wall of untouched shoes that hung on shelves—heels, sneakers, flats, sandals, boots. your wardrobe was extensive, more than enough to last you a lifetime. but nanami didn’t care. if your heart desired it, it was all yours.

nanami spoiled you to a fault. everyone in his life knew that work was always his priority. that was, until you came along. it was still common to see the blonde man holed up in his home office, engaged in a meeting you honestly couldn't care less about. all you knew was that you missed him--and needed his attention. “miss you, daddy.” you whispered, voice laced with that sweet, sultry whine that you kew he couldn't resist. and that is all it took. nanami quickly excused himself from his meeting, telling his associates he had an important matter to attend to. as soon as the call ended, he was picking you up, placing you on his table, and silencing your needy moans with his lips. you made quick work to unbuckle his pants, freeing his cock from his slacks and lining it with your neglected pussy. you always gasped at how thick and long he was, whimpering when even just the tip disappeared into your wanton heat. “it’s okay, sweetheart, i’ll take care of you.” nanami murmured, kissing along your jawline. "g'nna make my baby feel so good."

nanami spoiled you to a fault. he didn’t care that you provoked your mutual friend into pointless arguments. he always shielded you against his chest, shooting gojo a glare every time he attempted to poke you. relishing in nanami’s protection, you gripped his strong, manly hands that wrapped across your chest, and stuck your tongue out at the white-haired man, who was left with a big, dramatic pout on his lips.

nanami spoiled you to a fault. during the rare times he’s too busy to pause work to give you his full attention, he always let you take purchase on his shoulders, extending one firm thigh for you to sit on. he loved watching you use his body to pleasure yourself. his heart swelled with pride as he watched you grind against the muscle, claiming your territory with your wetness. nanami loved his innocent, sweet girl.

nanami spoiled you to a fault. anytime you lashed out on him from stress--whether from work or school--he wouldn’t bat an eye. all he did was walk over and pull you into his chest. he rested his chin on the top of your head and rubbed your back in slow, soothing circles. he could feel your guilt in the way your shoulders trembled and your lips quivered against him. he hushed your mumbled apologies with words of reassurance, placing gentle kisses against your head. “i know, sweetheart. you’re okay.” he’d whisper.

[whimpycho]

Academic Indecency.

paring: TA!gojo x fem!reader word count: 2.4k

synopsis: when you turn to your TA (teaching assistant), gojo, for private tutoring sessions to boost your physics grade, let's just say he knows how to stimulate all the right parts of your brain.

warnings: smut, fem!reader, gojo is older, fingering, slapping (once), dirty talk, soft!dom gojo (lowk kinda mean):), needy gojo (ofc), light degradation, brief overstim, praise, begging, slight corruption, crybaby reader (gojo's into it), let me know if i miss anything!

a/n: i'm getting back into writing, hope u like <3

“i-is it, D?” you exhale with a shaky breath, looking over your shoulder where your eyes connect with a pair of sparkling blues, crinkles adorning the corners of his eyes as he watches the uncertainty behind yours.

the white-haired man situates his hands on your waist, pulling your bottom half closer to the tent growing in his pants. he brings his warm mouth to your ears before giggling. “baby, is that all you think about?”

he shakes his head and places two fingers on either side of your chin, turning your attention back to the red littered worksheet.

you and gojo went through this often. he was the teacher’s assistant for your physics lecture, happily bearing the responsibility of grading every worksheet and test the professor assigned to him. he remembers the very first time you approached him after lecture one day, tears welling up in your eyes as you asked him for a retake on your recent exam.

he smirked at your flushed face.

you caught gojo’s predatory gaze the very first time he laid eyes on you in class. you couldn’t help but show up late every morning. scurrying through the back rows of open seats, your short skirt trailing behind you.

the professor always shook his head disapprovingly, but said nothing. deciding to value the education of those who prioritized punctuality.

gojo, however, was always amused. finding himself fond of how liberal you wore your tops. he could always catch a hint of the color and pattern of your bra. and that’s exactly what kept his attention when you approached him after class.

“g-gojo, please. i-i have to retake the exam. my parents will kill me if they see that my grade dropped another letter.”

gojo hummed at your request, taking in your panicked state. angry parents, that just won’t do! his fingers tapped lightly against the table in front of him.

“and how will that make a difference from all your previous attempts?” he asked, lips curling into faint amusement.

you honestly didn’t know. you didn’t exactly have the patience or attention span for studying, especially physics of all subjects. it was just too boring and hard! your textbooks all read to you in gibberish. you were lucky the professor fell for your sob story on why you did so poorly, granting you a second retake. but third time’s the charm, right?

you were mid thought when you noticed the distance between you and the blue-eyed man shrank. he bent down to your height, tilting his head as he explored your eyes. poor baby, he thought. no thoughts behind those pretty eyes. but gojo liked that. of course he did. needy girls like you, who so badly yearned for a savior, were his favorite. he’d be that for you.

your breath hitched under his watchful gaze. “m-maybe you could, um, tutor me this time…?” you whispered more to yourself, but gojo, attentive as ever, caught your words.

to your idea, he nodded delightfully.

“that’s a good start,” he stood, “but you know, i am a pretty busy guy, sweetheart.” he started to turn towards the front of the class when you instinctively reached for his arm, afraid he was dismissing you.

you pulled him back toward you, fingers tightening as your thoughts ran rampant. your heart raced at the unpleasant idea of having to repeat this class, and without the distraction of your handsome TA in the room.

“p-please, gojo. we can meet at my place. whenever you have time. i-i’ll make myself available.” you blurted out in haste.

the corner of gojo’s lips turned up at this. your desperation was music to his ears. he was going to give in to you, regardless. but he was one for the dramatics, and you were far too insatiable to resist.

and that is exactly how you found yourself seated on gojo’s firm lap, trying to recall the original question the tall man behind you had asked in your dizzy state.

“c’mon, darling,” he runs his fingers across your bare thighs, tickling the skin there. he was only a few inches away from your increasingly damp pussy. you hold your breath, grateful for the barrier that hadn’t given you entirely away. “what do sound waves generate when they travel?”

“v-vibration?” you reply, tone tilting at the end, anticipating gojo’s response. and it quickly came—as a burning sensation that strikes your thighs.

you yelp, body shooting upwards. gojo effortlessly keeps you strained against his chest with a strong hand.

“shh,” he simply says, pressing two of his slender fingers against your raw lips, prompting your jaw to drop open. your tongue instinctively wraps around the digits. you suck on them as if to seek solace from the stinging pain below.

“my dumb little girl doesn’t pay attention to a single word during lecture, but that’s okay. satoru will fix that.”

“sh-shorry.” you try to mumble, pausing your onslaught on the boy’s now drenched fingers.

“it’s okay, baby, you were close.” gojo whispers against the side of your head, planting a soft kiss. “while sound is a vibration, it doesn’t create it. it propagates through it.”

“heat,” gojo murmurs against the shell of your ear, leaving two kisses there before his lips trail down to your neck. he pulls a muffled moan from your wet lips, “is created when soundwaves travel.”

“o-oh, kay.” you breathe.

gojo unexpectedly retracts his fingers from your sodden mouth, admiring the strand of saliva that follows. he smears the wet residue on your left cheek and giggles when he notices the cute pout on your lips. “what an adorable face.”

he lowers his head to give you a taste of his mischievous pink lips. he thinks this should make up for the slap. he cups your jaw possessively, kissing you sweetly before pulling away to pepper your nose, cheeks, and chin with kisses. sweet.

gojo now shifts his attention to your measly excuse of a skirt. it left very little to the imagination, but who was gojo to complain? it just made toying with you all the easier.

he gently runs his big hands along your soft thighs again, roaming until one disappears under your butt. he hums loudly when he grips a generous amount. “so soft.” he mumbles to himself. you stay perched, letting out short gasps. letting him explore your exposed body however he wanted.

“pretty little skirt.” gojo smiles as his fingers trail the edge of the material. you let out a soft breath, craving more of his touch. his fingers fall back to one of your thighs, squeezing the fat of your inner thighs. your heart starts to pound as his digits inch much higher than before. you can feel your pussy pulse as it urges him closer.

“g-gojo.” you moan exasperatedly, letting your legs fall open for his access.

gojo gladly accepts your invitation. it was then that he cupped your pussy over your panties. it was almost instant, the rush of fresh liquid you felt pour from your pussy. gojo must’ve felt it too because he groans, “fuck.”

his fingers smear the liquid over your covered mound, lingering at the center of your hole. he taps his middle finger there, almost like he was contemplating pressing inside. not yet, he thought.

his fingers skim your panties until he finds your sensitive nub. not long. he grazes it harshly, making you throw your head back against his shoulder. “p-please, ah, i n-need..” you huff, spreading your legs wider for him.

you feel him grin against your jawline, “p-please what?” he mocks, slowly sliding your panties to the side, exposing your wet folds to the cold air of your apartment.

you shudder. gojo’s grin grew. he revels in your cute little reactions. so responsive. so honest. he hums, awaiting your response.

you couldn’t think of what to say next as you felt his fingers slide through your slick folds. you feel your heart pound inside of you, enjoying the electricity that shot to your dripping hole.

you turn to look at gojo through your newly wet lashes, cheeks glistening from where the tears fell, that familiar pout gracing your lips.

“c’mon, pretty girl. that wasn’t a pop quiz.” he laughs and your pout deepens. he knew it was his fault you couldn’t collect your thoughts, couldn’t express your wants to him. it was all a fun game to him.

you ignore him and tilt your neck toward him, leaning in to close the gap between your lips and his. except gojo dodges your kiss, clicking his tongue playfully.

“tell me what you need.” he purrs, stroking your clit now, sending your brain into a frenzy. ah, fuck.

he only speeds up his pacing the longer you take to respond. it takes every atom in your brain to come together to finally produce the words he wants to hear. “n-need you inside, p-please?” you hiccup.

gojo silently thanks your poor test taking skills for blessing him with this moment. he was more than delighted to play the merciful savior.

“need w-what inside?” he giggles as he watches you squirm, “have to be more specific, baby.”

you nearly cry in frustration. why was he being so mean? he knew exactly where you needed him. and yet, he only hovered, dangling your pleasure in front of you. unfortunately for you, gojo enjoyed the power he had over you. he basked in seeing you so needy. heh. he was controlling your high with the mere use of his fingers. oh, darling, if they were enough to have you reeling, you seriously haven’t seen anything yet.

“y-your fingers.” you finally let out. grateful to the gods.

and gojo delivers your salvation with two long fingers sinking into your drenched hole. your body jolts beneath him, helpless against his overwhelming touch. you moan loudly as his fingers plunge deeper inside your lewd and sloppy pussy, welcoming every inch of his fingers. they fit so well--like your insides were made in his mold.

“f-fuck, baby.” gojo groans deeply, swallowed by the loud, obscene squelching that filled the room. it was music to his ears. every desperate wet sound only egged him on. gojo wanted to test how far he could stretch you. without hesitation, a third finger slipped inside you, stretching the walls of your pussy.

he drank in the image of your eyes rolling back until all he could see were the whites. it was in that moment that he noticed how painfully hard he was. he could feel his cock begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. she's not ready for that, he told himself.

instead, he shuts your wanton moans up by pressing his lips hard against yours, kissing and nipping at your lips like a deprived man. his hunger was undeniable as he thrust his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. he let out a long moan, relishing in the warmth your holes provided him.

gojo’s thumb starts to rub your clit vigorously, causing your back to arch perfectly towards the ceiling. your hand wraps around the wrist that was recklessly fucking into you, but your hold was featherlike compared to gojo’s unrelenting one.

“so beautiful.” he praises in between breaths. “love this slutty hole.” you twist and writhe in pleasure, shivers sent through your body from the way he manages to praise and tease you all at once.

your hand falls from his wrist when you feel gojo’s fingers make a come hither motion inside of you. you feel your stomach tighten instantly. you can't help but babble a mixture of gojo and please.

“pretty pussy got so fucking tight.” gojo sticks his tongue out in playful delight, “you trying to hold me hostage?” all you could do was nod mindlessly.

gojo laughs. how precious. he speeds up his movements both inside you and on your clit, his wet palms slapping against your mound. you squeeze your eyes tightly, hips riding his fingers as deeply as you could, trying to match his tempo as you felt your orgasm approach.

“g-gonna make me c-cum.” you whine, more tears blurrying your vision as your bottom lip wobbles. his favorite image. gojo licks his lips at the sight. “c-can i?”

a slow, pleased smile spreads across his face, filled with adoration. he loved the way you asked. so polite, so deliberate even in your dizzied state. reminding him just how much power he held above you. only he could grant your release. a part of him wanted to deny you---to see how pathetically you'd crumble and beg under his refusal. and he'd be well within his right. you hadn't even answered his last quiz question correctly. but gojo was just as desperate as you were. he always struggled to resist the temptation that was you, especially when he had you alone like this. still, the thought lingers. what if he did deny you your orgasm? what exactly would you do then?

gojo decided he'd find out another time. lucky for you, you were too cute, and as much of a tease gojo was, he was a softie for pretty girls who rode his fingers like it was his fat cock.

he pinches your clit hard and whispers, “come for me, pretty.”

and at the sound of gojo’s soft command, your body convulses and shakes in his hold. white floods your vision as your release crashes over you, drowning his fingers while your hips jerked helplessly through it.

"f-fuck, just like that." gojo murmurs through a shaky breath. he was in awe, utterly transfixed. his cock throbbed and leaked beneath you as his fingers worked you through every twitch, every shudder. he presses his forehead against your head, letting out a needy moan of his own. "let me feel it, sweet girl, p-please."

you scream as his thumb circles your oversensitive clit. you feel that tight, unbearable pressure in your stomach build again until you clench hard against gojo's fingers and come a second time around him.

"t-that's it." he pants, voice rough with praise and need. and he didn't stop until you fell limp in his hold, slowly easing his fingers out of you, him pouting now like he was sad to part ways.

but just as quickly, he was grinning again. “such a good girl.” he beams at you, gently turning your head to press a wet kiss on your forehead as your tired eyes begin to flutter shut.

the last thing you hear is the sound of slurping behind you, and gojo's loong and satisfied hum. something about how delicious you tasted and when your next tutoring session will be.