“that’s what i thought.”
nanami kento x reader
content: dom nanami ;) ; teasing; edging; reader using gojo to make nanami jealous hehe
something instinctive tugged at him, but he let it pass as he watched in silence. he watched as you giggled at what his jokes said, as you looked up at him when he spoke, and politely held your hands behind your back. he laughed to himself, he knew there was no reason to worry.
after all, who was the person who had you intrigued in anything he said, the person you’d look up at when you were on your knees begging for even just a taste of him, the person who would tie your hands behind your back so you could lay back and let him please you. he caught your glance for a moment. and even just for that slight second, he saw the miniscule shift.
that look you’d give him that kept him up at night and distracted at work.
that fogged up his thoughts until his pants were tight and he’d have to excuse himself before you could have any further affect.
the moment your eyes caught his, nanami knew who you belonged to. who you wanted, needed. you smirked at him, before turning back towards the blindfolded man who seemed to not be even near running out of things to talk about.
nanami made his way towards you. he placed his hand in the small of your back. “it’s getting late, no? you look tired, want to go home?” he asked, interrupting gojo. he was jealous. you decided to test his patience, a risky choice, given that gojo had already managed to do most of the work without trying.
“oh, no! i’m perfectly fine to stay a while. besides, gojo is in the middle of a story about his students. you never told me how funny he was!”
nanami turned to look directly at you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. gojo kept talking, oblivious to anything that was happening. the truth was, you hadn’t been listening from the beginning. from the moment he approached you to talk to you, you could feel nanami’s irritation. you knew the reaction you wanted, and the reaction you’d get. you could practically feel his anger spike when you’d giggle, not even knowing what you were laughing at. but now he was here, how far could you push him.
he led his hand from your back up your spine and rested it firmly on the back of your neck. you took a step towards gojo, forcing his hand away. you could feel his grip tighten as his jealousy grew.
he finally snapped, jaw clenching, as he interrupted gojo again. “satoru, your students are looking for you.” “alright, alright i got it, i’m leaving,” gojo turned towards you and winked. “call me if he ever bores you, yes?” he teased. it seemed you were both more focused on pissing off nanami than on whatever stupid conversation you were having. to add insult to injury you gave gojo’s a laugh and bid him goodbye with a little innocent wave, making sure to watch him until he turned the corner and was out of sight.
you turned back towards nanami, holding both his hands and looking up at him with the most shit-eating grin you could muster. “you seem upset,” you pouted. he took his left hand and trailed it up your side, letting it linger at your waist. he looked down at you and frowned. his gaze was sharp, and heavy. you felt frozen in place. your stomach was in a knot and you could feel your heart getting caught in your throat. you pressed your thighs together, and placed your arms around his neck, standing on the tips of your toes before leaning into his ear. “jealous?” you whispered into his ear. you stood back down, leaving your arms trailed around his neck.
he was silent for a moment, never taking his eyes off yours. his lack of a reaction was making you desperate. slowly, his lips crept up the side of his face. he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your lips up inches from his. nanami grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side, pressing you up against the wall. the cold cement a harsh contrast from his false warmth earlier. you closed your eyes anticipating the familiar feeling of his lips on you, but instead were met with nothing. you cautiously opened your eyes to look up at the man towering above you. he started to laugh, your cheeks flushed red. his free hand crept up your thighs, hooking around the hem of your panties. you broke the eye contact, refusing to submit so easily. this amused him, and he looked down at your lips and smirked.
“n-nanami?” his hold on your face tightened. he removed his other hand away from your panties and pried your thighs apart. his hands were met with your slick. he looked down at his hand, and back at you. he seemed satisfied with what he’d found. “you couldn’t possibly be stupid enough to think you’re in charge here, could you? and to think you’re in this state and i haven’t even done anything...” you opened your mouth to tease back but he forced a finger into your mouth and rubbed it against your tongue. you stifled a moan in your throat, not wanting to admit the pleasure he gave you with such minimal effort. he laughed at your attempt to hide how you felt. he took his hand out of your mouth, and you whined at the loss of friction. he took your face in his hands and brought you towards him, leaving his knee against your wet cunt granting you some friction. your chest was pressed up against his, and your hands grabbed at his chest. he moved his knee, bringing his hand over your mouth to stifle any moans. your grab on him tightened as he continued, keeping his eyes on your expressions. he suddenly stopped, standing you up straight, leaving you shocked at the change in situation. he looked back down at you, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear, laughing. "p-please," you begged.
“that’s what i thought.”
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