!TRIGGER WARNING!
Y/n is underage in this chapter. If this type of content makes you uncomfortable or triggers you, please skip this chapter.
Background:
For a while now you have been assigned to assist Kento Nanami on his missions. As a student of the jujutsu high school in Tokio, there is a lot to learn from a grade 1 jujutsist. So every now and then, you are assigned to go on a mission with Nanami.
You couln't deny that you two had grown close and your heart kept racing when you were with him.
The last mission was a little rougher than you thought and you ended up slightly hurt. It wasn't that bad, your wounds had been treated, but since the mission was far away, you had to stay at a hotel for the next few days.
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You sigh in relief as you step out of the bathroom in the morning. Freshly showered you throw on a shirt and shorts.
You realise it's your last day at the hotel, finally driving back to the school and your friends tomorrow.
You grab your keycard as you open the door, because you want to grab a snack at the lobby downstairs.
Just as you step outside, you immediately stop in surprise. Nanami is standing infront of you, seeming just as surprised as you are.
"Nanami?" You ask, heart beating fast.
"Good morning I... uhm... wanted to check on you..." he looked a little lost, but still tried to hide it.
"P-please, come in." You step backwards, gesturing into your room. He follows you silently, closing the door behind him.
"So what uh- what are you doing here? I thought you had work in Tokio."
You lean against the wall next to the little sofa, crossing your arms infront of your chest. Your cheeks heat up, currently hyper aware that you didn't even put a bra on after that shower and your hair is just half dry.
"I do... I-" he interrupted himself, thinking and your eyebrows furrow.
"I had to see how you were doing." He answered determined, giving you a stern look through his glasses.
"But why? You knew I had seen the doctor and the insury wasn't that bad. So why drive all the way back here?"
There was something not clicking, not quite, as your suspicion rises that, maybe, you mean just as much to him as he means to you.
Nanami sighs, loseing his tie and taking a few steps towards you.
You feel how your heart rate instantly picks up the speed and how your cheeks begin to burn. This little habit of his always made your knees feel weak.
"I'm responsible for you, y/n. Of course I will check on you."
You swallow as he slowly closes the cap between you two, him only beeing a few steps away. But you try not to let your new found confidence go to waste.
"You already did. This is overdoing it."
"Do I need a reason to reassure myself?" He questions, clearly getting angry at you for pushing further.
"Maybe your reason is that you have feelings for me?" You blurt out, not knowing where your courage is coming from.
Nanami is standing right infront of you now, looking down, right into your eyes. His face cold as stone.
"That would be highly unprofessional, y/n."
He answers, the tension in the room thickening.
"You didn't answer my question. Do you have feelings for me?" You say, in a low, shaky, voice.
Suddenly, Nanami calmly slams his hand onto the wall above you, but you don't even pucker a musce and keep looking up at him.
Almost a minute goes by, where there is nothing but awkward silence, accompanied by an intense staring contest.
It's clear yo you that he doesn't want to give up his tough authority mask just jet, but the reason you aren't budging either is because he hasn't given you a no.
Finally he let's out a long breath through his nose, almost as if he was holding his breath.
"Yes." Your stern look softens and you blink a few times to ensure that you are not dreaming right now.
"You are right y/n. I do have feelings for you..."
He says calmly, his voice still hard and you can't really read his expression because of the tinted glass covering his eyes.
"...and it is highly unprofessional"
Your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest right now, but you swallow the urge to hide away and push yourself a little further.
You have liked him since the very first day you met him and you are not gonna let this moment slide.
His hand is slowly sliding down the wall until he retreats it entirely, as if he has just been defeated.
"Are you going to kiss me?" You ask somehow breathlessly, even though you didn't even move a muscle and your voice comes out as a raspy whisper.
He huffs out a choked laugh and takes a step back.
"Do you really think that low of me? That I would take advantage of you?"
He fixes his expression, coming back closer with the same stern look from before.
"I would never touch you against your will, y/n."
You ball your hands into fists and try to calm your breath.
"What if... I want you to kiss me?"
You ask carefully and see his expression turn to surprise - as far as you can tell with his shades still blocking his eyes.
"You are 17, y/n-" He begins and you interrupt him before he can finish his sentence.
"I'm turning 18 next month!"
"You are still a minor until then! I'm your authority figure. I am way older. I always hold a certain amount of power over you that can very easily end up in me taking advantage of you. Wether you think that or not."
You shake your head angrily.
"It's my decision, Nanami. I know what I'm getting into and I'm not a child anymore. I know that you will never take advantage of me in any way!"
The two of you look at each other for a few seconds, before he sighs and puts down his glasses, so you can finally see his eyes.
He gives you one last thoughtful look and then pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Alright."
Your heart begins to beat faster again and your stomach drops in excitement.
"Under one condition."
"Sure, anything." You say without thinking.
"I'm doing nothing without your permission. When I ask you, I want to hear a clear yes or no. Understood?"
You nod with wide eyes, not being able to ignore the tingling sensation in your fingertips or your quick breath.
Nanami takes one step closer, his expression has softened and his voice is lowered.
"May I kiss you now?" His finger sneakes under your chin and tilts your head upwards.
"Yes." You answer and before you can think of anything else, his lips are on yours. Slowly and carefully moving on yours as if he is kissing glass.
But you aren't complaining, taking in the sensation of his lips, his breath and his smell.
You are not experienced at all, your only knowledge consisted of a few drunk kisses from homeparties.
This felt different, more sensual and intense.
Nanami breaks the kiss, looking at your lips while he drags his thumb over them.
"How was that?"
"Good." You swallow, your eyes locked on his mouth. "It felt good."
"Wanna try some more?" He states it as a question, but his tone makes you wonder if it really is.
"Yes, please." You whisper, already leaning into him.
Your mouths collide again, he strokes his thumb over your cheek, before sliding his hand to the back of your head and burrying his fingers nin your hair.
This time he was kissing you with a little more pressure, more eager.
He tucks at your hair firmly - not aggressively, but enough for you to groan into the kiss. Nanami uses the moment of your parted lips to let his tongue slide between them.
You feel his warm, wet tongue on yours, tasting him, melting in his arms. You sigh into his mouth.
Is this what heaven feels like?
You hold onto his jacket, afraid your legs might give in.
He breaks the kiss again, the both of you breathing more heavily now.
"Can I touch you?" He asks and you nod hastily.
"Yes." You breathe out after a second, remembering the deal with him.
His hands slide under your shirt, touching the bare skin on your waist. In a matter of seconds your whole body is covered in goosebumps and your breath falls flat.
You feel his fingers very slowly wandering to your back, letting all ten of them stroke up and then down with almost no pressure. You feel like you are going to faint every moment, everything is overwhelming you. His touch, the tension, the burning feeling in your lower belly.
There are no brah straps. She is not wearing a brah.
Nanami has to hold back a groan.
God dammit how much of a tease does this woman want to be?
He can't deny that every little thing about y/n is turning him on.
Her face, her innocent eyes, her curves, her smile, everything.
He let his hands slide back to the front, now resting just under her armpits. He draws slow circles on the sides of her boobs.
She closes her eyes, her breath coming out shaky through her parted lips. Nanami can feel that her whole body is covered in goosebumps.
She is a virgin, he can tell by the stiffness she holds, not really knowing what to do with herself. He has never seen someone react this intense to his touch before, but it ignites a flame in him, a lust he never felt before.
His hands wander a bit more, holding her breasts now completely. His thumb is stroking over her hard nipples. He can't seem to look away, watching her face as his touch brings out a quiet whimper.
This is exactly what he was afraid of. He is the superior role now, she has never been touched before and he could play her like a drum.
The power he holds was dangerous, nevertheless he begins to massage her breasts, stimulating her nipples and feeling her grip on his jackett getting more firm.
One hand starts to trail down her belly, slowly stroking further down until his fingers graze the waistband of her shorts.
Y/ns head is bent forward now, her forehead almost colliding with his chest and her breath hitched.
"Nanami." She breathes out and he feels like her legs could give in every minute.
He took her wrist into his hands, wripping them away from his jackett and instead guiding them around his neck.
You look up at him, as he calmly gets rid of his jacket, letting it fall to the ground. He then wraps his hands around your thighs, picking you up and you immediately secure your legs around his waist.
He carries you to the sofa and you are relieved, because you don't even know if your legs could have held you up one more second.
You've never been touched that way, but the way his hands are moving so slowly just make it worse. You can't handle the tension and the anticipation, your body is impatient, aching for more.
When Nanami sits down you are sitting on his lap. His hand grabs your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.
Nanami looks you up and down, before he comes closer to you, his breath touching your skin.
"Tell me what you want y/n. Tell me everything that's going through your head."
Then you feel his lips on your neck, placing slow kisses on your skin.
You let out another sigh. Why does it feel so embarrassing to say what you want?
"I want more." You breathe out, tilting your head back so he can access more of your throat.
"I-... I-m not made out of glass, you know..."
You cringe at your words, but you don't know how to tell him, that what you are craving was more than a delicate touch.
Nanami stops kissing you, so that you are looking into his eyes again. A small smirk forms at the corner of his mouth.
"Hmm..." he humms. "You mean... more like this?" Suddenly you are pinned down into the sofa.
You stare up at Nanami, who is hovering over you now. Your wrists are crossed over your head and being held in place by one if his hands. One of his legs rests between both of your thighs and your heart races in excitement.
"What?" He grins down at you being too overwhelmed to say anything.
"Isn't this what you had in mind?" He asks teasingly, his eyes fixed on yours and you feel him moving his knee higher, so that his thigh is touching your heated area. Your cheeks heat up, unable to form a full sentence you just stammer a "n-no- yes.".
This is actually excatly what you wanted. Him being more rough with you.
"What now?" He lowers his head, his mouth hovering over your parted lips while his leg rubs against your clothed sensitive erea again.
"Yeas or no?"
You shut your eyes, breath heavy on his lips.
"Yes."
His free hand lands on your thigh, his grip firm and warm. He let's it slide up in what seems like slow motion to you. You squirm under him, your body wanting so speed up the process.
"Impatient, aren't we?" You feel him talk over your lips and you sigh, almost being out of patience.
"Do you like torturing me?" You respond in a cocky tone, which almost loses it's weight because of the whimper he get's out of you, right after he squeezes the top of your thigh.
Nanami let's out a chuckle and you finally can open your eyes again to look at him.
He licks his lips before he answers.
"Although I can't deny that I'm enjoying this, I really just prefer my woman wet."
Your eyes widen and your stomach sinks at his words.
He leans down, his mouth next to your ear, while his hand moves from your thigh to your private parts. You gasp in surprise.
"Drenched actually." He says in a low voice that makes your whole body shiver.
When Nanami touches y/n down there, he can feel the wet fabric of her shorts.
Holy shit, this woman really is turned on. And here he thought it is best to go slow, instead he was teasing the fuck out of her this whole time.
It seems insane to him how little he has to do to make her go completely crazy for his touch.
"Nanami!" She whispers, basically pleading for her release.
The grip he had on her crossed wrists got tighter. He has to hear her beg again.
"What? Do you want me to carry you to that bed and devour you like a damn desert?"
He asks her teasingly, rubbing his thumb over her clothed clit.
"Y-yes, god-" She moans, her eyes closed again and her body shifting under him.
With a wide grin, he pulls her up in his arms, walking over to the bed. He can hear her quickened breath next to his ear, before he puts her down on her feet right infront of her bed.
Nanami grabs his tie, taking it off completely and throwing it onto the floor. Then he takes a step closer.
"May I?" He still asks for permission, as his fingertips feel the hem of her shirt.
"Yeah." She breathes while holding up her arms so that he can get rid of her shirt. He takes in the view of her bare breast, while slowly going down on one knee.
Nanami shoves his thumbs between the hem of her shorts and her skin, grabbing her panties at the sametime and pulling them down her legs all together.
He can feel that her whole body is shaking in anticipation and eventhough he can easily access her pussy right now, he has other plans.
He pushes his arms between her legs, his hands grabbing her hips and then he gets up while picking her up with him.
A shriek escapes y/n's mouth, while she quickly digs her fingers into his shoulder to steady herself - basically sitting on his upper arms now.
She feels light in his arms, as he turns around, his backside facing the bed and steadily lays down on his back.
He has y/n hovering over his face, knees sinking into the matress on each side of his head.
She looks down at him with those big eyes that makes his dick twitch.
"Grab onto that." He says and throws his gaze at the headboard, which she instantly gets a hold of.
"That's it. Now be a good girl and sit on my face." He orders with a deep voice.
Before she can sit back completely, Nanami impatiently grabs her thighs, pulling her down until he can feel her pussy on his lips.
She gasps when he drags his tongue over her whole erea in one long drag.
Her wetness soakes his mouth and he begins to slowly work on her clit.
She tastes amazing, he has to hold back not to instantly devour her. He wants to take his time and enjoy this.
Taste her.
Hear her moans.
See that look in her face that tells him just how good he is pleasuring her.
Your grip tightens with every second Nanami is eating you out. You've never imagined it would feel this good to have his warm, slick tongue playing with your clit.
"Fuck..." you moan, because the tension in your lower belly is already build up high and with every stroke you feel yourself get closer to your orgasm.
His fingers bury themselves deep into your thighs, opening them up even more, before he slips his tongue inside your entrance.
"Oh god."
You are a moaning, breathless mess when he pulls you even closer to his mouth, his tongue fucking you from beneath.
you know you are going to hit your release soon by the things he does to your pussy. his tongue is back on your clit, swirling, licking with just the right amount of pressure at the right, steady speed. His lips close around the erea and he begins to suck on the nob until your body can't take it anymore.
Your legs tremble, your moans fill the air as you come all over his face, riding out your orgasm on his mouth.
After the feeling ebbs down, it's hard to hold onto the headboard, because your whole body shakes.
Nanami slightly lifts you up, pushing you down so you sit on his pelvis.
"You okay?" He asks, caressing your arms and hands which are now on his chest to hold yourself up as you catch your breath.
You look down at him, a smile hugging the corners of your lips.
"Okay is an understatement."
You stay like this for a moment longer, fully recovering from your orgasm. But you still feel the twitch down there, his words echoing in your head. You are still way to turned on, looking down at him like that, being completely naked with this breathtaking man.
Your hands wander to his pants almost on their own, fidgeting with the button.
Suddenly your hand is stopped by his and you look up in surprise.
"Y/n... no." He says in a stern voice.
"But-" you start until he interrupts you again.
"I'm not having sex with you today." He declares and you feel the disappointment rushing through your veins.
"I-... I just don't want this to be over yet..."
You blush hard, again cringing at your words and avoiding eye contact.
Nanami sits up on his elbows, one hand grabs your chin to make you look into his eyes.
"Who said this has to be over?"
You blink at him surprised. Then he suddenly sits up completely, wrapping an arm around you and turning you around on his lap.
Nanami now leans against the headboard and pulls you closer, pressing your back against his chest. Your feet stand on the matress infront of you, your thighs pulled up to your chest.
"If you want me to make you come again, you could've just asked." You hear him talk right beside your ear in a low voice, that sends a shiver down your spine.
His hands slowly begin to slide down the insides of your thighs.
"So tell me y/n..." your breath is quick and flat as you watch his hands travel further and futher down.
"Do you want me to make you come again?"
A whimper escapes your mouth, your head falls back against his chest and you close your eyes, getting lost in his touch.
"I can't hear you." He teases, squeezing your thighs at the bottom where they connect with your hip. You moan, squirming in his grip and nod.
"Y/n." He growls impatiently and you try to find your voice.
"Yes, I want you to make me come again."
You breathe out, looking up into his eyes.
"Spread wide for me."
Nanami pushes her legs further apart, lifting her ankles over his legs and placing her heels next to his thighs on the matress, where she automatically slides them further away, spreading her pussy out on full display.
"Good girl." He praises, causing her to close her eyes and let out a shaky breath.
So the dirty talk definitely get's her going, Nanami notices, a smal grin appearing on his lips.
It takes all his willpower right now not to whip his dick out and fuck her senseless. The way she is displayed infront of him, completely naked.
She is absolutely stunning.
He lowers his one hand down her middle, softly letting one finger glide between her folds. "Hmmm so wet for me."
He let's his finger slide up, taking that wetness to her clit where he starts drawing slow circles on it.
He feels his cock getting even harder, pressing against her back, when the soft moans escape her mouth. She leans into him completetly, head resting against his chest, lost in the pleasure he gives her.
Fuck I want to stay like this the whole day.
He glides his hand down again, this time feeling her entrance and carefully pushing a finger inside her.
She gasps, her hips jerking forward a little as a reflex.
"God you're tight." Nanami says breathless, feeling her walls closing around his finger as he pumps it in and out of her at a calm, steady pace.
"Just like that."
He wonders, if she will even be able to take his dick. But just the thought of driving his hard length into her, being squeezed by her tight, warm, wet walls is almost making him come. So he dismisses the thought, trying to concentrate on what's infront of him.
Her hand lands on his thigh, grabbing the fabric of his trousers. Nanami quickly takes his free hand and slides it under hers, making her intertwine their fingers and holding onto his hand instead.
He picks up the pace, curling his finger when he is deep inside her, making her breath more hitched. He adds another finger, getting it inside easily now that she is completely relaxed.
He knows she is close, so he wants to push even further.
"Does that feel good? Getting fucked by my fingers like that, huh?" He groans into her ear, feeling her legs tremble.
"Yeeessss..." She moans loudly, coming on his hand, legs shaking while she squeezes his hand hard. He slows down his strokes, letting her ride out her orgasm until she is still again.
Nanami pulls away, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking her juices off his fingers.
"You taste so good." He murmurs, grabbing her chin with his other hand and tilting her head, so that she has to look up at him.
She is still breathing a little heavier, coming down from her high, when he angles his head and presses his lips on hers.
His tongue enters her mouth, making her taste herself on him. The kiss is rather sloppy, both of them breathing hard through their mouth.
Fuck, she is so hot.
Nanami brings his hand back down to her pussy. As soon as he touches her, she whimpers into his mouth.
"One more time." He whispers between kisses.
"I want to make you come one more time." He declares, talking on her lips, while he let's his fingers slip back inside of her.
He draws his head back up, letting her room to breathe.
"God, Nanami-" she moans out, grabbing onto his leg as if she is holding on for dear life.
"You are doing so good, taking my fingers like that." His hand still rests under her chin, holding her face in place so that he can see every expression on her face.
He flattens his hand, hitting her clit with the palm of his hand as he drives his fingers into her, stimulating her everywhere.
Her toes curl into the matress and he knows he is dragging another orgams out of her soon.
"God you are so hot. Come for me." He brings his lips back onto hers, kissing her as he feels her walls clench around him.
As she comes all over his hand again, her moans are muffled by his mouth, her hole body shaking when she comes undone.
Nanami moans into her mouth, her squirming body rubbing against his hard dick.
He takes his fingers out of her.
One more time.
He doesn't wait this time and instantly rubs his drenched fingers on her clit. Y/n shuts her legs reflexively, but he pulls them apart again, holding one with his free hand and securing the other by pinning it with his own leg.
"Just one more." He groans into her ear, gliding over her clit over and over again at a quick pace. Her whole area is soaked in her wetness at this point.
"I can't, fuck-" She hisses and moans.
"I-i feel like I have to-" she interrupts herself with her moans, voice shaking.
Nanami picks up the pace, letting his hand move from left to right now.
"It's alright. Just let go." He breathes, hungry for her to reach her fourth orgasm.
And she does.
She cries out as she squirts all over his hand and the sheets.
"Fuck, come for me just like that."
Her fingers are digging into his leg so hard that it hurts, but he couldn't care less.
After a few seconds, she stops squirming in his grip, her body trembling in his arms as she tries to catch her breath.
Nanami strokes his hand over her head, placing a kiss on top of her hair, before he rests his head agains the headboard behind him.
He let's her calm down for a few minutes, drawing smal circles on her hand with his thumb.
"Everything okay?" He asks in a soft tone.
"Yes."
Y/n looks up at him. With a smile she leans against his chest. He puts a finger under her chin, bowing his head down.
"Let me get your clothes." He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. Then he get's up, grabbing her clothes and bringing them back to her.
"I hope it wasn't too much I... kinda got carried away a little at the end." Nanami says, running a hand through his hair.
"No, not at all. Actually I..."
He saw her cheeks turning red, avoiding eye contact while she bit down on her bottom lip.
"I think I've never felt so satisfied."
Nanami nodds. "Good."
He tries to keep his cool, pretending like the sight of her, wild hair, rosy cheeks, isn't testing his discipline right now.
"Do you want anything? Some water maybe?"
He asks, mostly to distract himself.
Y/n is clothed again, scootching to the edge of the bed right infront of him.
"Maybe some tea. I got it though. Do you want some as well?"
"Sounds good." He returns her smile.
She stands up, but almost stumbles, being shaky on her legs.
"Woah." She huffs.
Nanami instantly reaches out his arm, which she thankfully grabs onto and catches herself.
"Thanks..." she giggles, her cheeks heating up even more.
"Take it easy."
"I got it now." Y/n says confident walking to the little kitchen area with a kettle on it.
"I'm going to use the restroom real quick." Nanami says, before slipping into the bathroom.
He locks the door, rests his hands on the sink and lets out a deep sigh. He has to clear his head, before he can walk out there again.
He opens the tab, letting the water run and begins to open his pants.
The noise from the kettle should cover for him too, but he just wants to make sure.
A moment later, he holds his errection in one hand and begins to move up and down.
He closes his eyes, thinking about y/n.
Her naked body carved to perfection, her face, her lips, her moans.
He imagines what it would be like, having her lay under him, naked, legs open, welcoming him. How it would feel like driving his big cock into her tight hole, being soaking wet for him.
Nanami clenches his teeth, his breath is heavy, trying to muffle it with his closed mouth.
He imagines how good it would feel, stroking in and out of her, seeing her flushed face and having her moan like crazy.
He imagines her say his name as she reaches her orgasm.
That's enough to drive him over the edge and he comes all over his hand.
His lips are pressed together, muffling his groans as he grips the sink infront of him.
"Fuck..." he whispers to himself.
Catching his breath, he cleans up, zips his pants and leaves the bathroom.
As he sits down to have tea with y/n, he wonders how long he's going to be able to control himself.
As for now, his worries are washed away when he talks to y/n for hours, cuddling up on the sofa and just enjoying each others present.