I know I know we love hard daddy Kento who puts us in our place, but I just can’t stop thinking of Nanami who can’t help but giving him woman all the power.
CW- sub Nanami rhetoric, dom!gn!reader, hair pulling (kento rec.), a lil degrading but he likes it so :), will elaborate more on this subject later go sub Nanami go!!!!
A/N- this went on longer than it should have lol, but I want to make a full fledged version of sub!nan before I get down and dirty but hope you guys like has been on my mind the last couple days
This was meant to be a short Drabble
You and Kento knew of each other when both of you were in school, merely peers among peers. Then he left the Jujutsu world for good., I mean you couldn’t blame him. You never really did pay any mind to him, he was just a classmate, right? Wrong.
He came back, different and he was nothing like the Kento you remember, he was all man now: but something lay hidden behind those eyes of his.
you definitely are not what he remembers, but his stomach still turns in knots when he stands next to you; he would have thought the schoolboy crush would have died out by now.
But, evidently not.
He tried his hardest to push it away, his usual nonchalant demeanor turning into a cool exterior. You passed it off as him being an asshole just passing him by in any school related activities. You couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t an attraction to Kento but, anytime you did try to interact with him, he would act standoffish as if being in your presence was affecting him somehow.
So then you started acting the same and god, did people notice it.
You would act sweet one second and then if Nanami were to walk into the room your attitude would do a complete 180.
Then, you got paired up as partners on his first mission back. Great.
You don’t really remember how the two of you came to be what you are today, maybe it was one too many missions together, possibly the one maybe two accidental passing touches hat set a spark in both of you, maybe it was the countless nights you spent in a cheap hotel after a mission; both too tired to go home. But, something still set unspoken between the two of you and you just couldn’t place your finger on it.
You don’t remember how the two of you came to be what you are now. But you do remember something. A mission. It was a simple one. Go into the abandoned building, exorcise the supposedly low-grade curse, all done, hands mostly clean, and home before dark. But this mission was different. Kento almost died, trying to save you. You were so angry, angry at him for putting himself in harm's way for you, angry at the higher ups who lied about the strength of the curse you exorcized, barely with your lives.
You don’t really remember how you two came to be. But you do remember all that anger boiled up to a certain point and after you got done stitching him up in the first cheap motel you could find you just started hounding him.
How could he be so reckless?
How could the higher ups be so stupid?
How could he be so stupid?
That you could have handled it.
And that if he ever tried to do something like that again you’d—
You looked at Kento in the middle of your scolding, Kento looking down with shame? embarrassment? you don’t know what but it made you mad; Why wasn’t he looking at you?
Something took over you as your nose twitched and your lips formed a snarl, your hands found his hair; tugging on his gold strands, soft against your fingers. You couldn’t help the sadistic look that took over your face when you saw the pink tinge of blush staining his slender cheeks, and you definitely couldn’t miss the way his hand covered his crotch; pathetically trying to cover the massive hard on that strains against his pants.
“Are you serious?” Was all you said voice condescending and light, chuckling to your own devices, pulling his hair again, he tries to keep the moan at bay; but the way he gropes himself through his pants tells you otherwise. You lick your bottom lip watching the way he tries to suppress his own pleasure.
You do it again and again until his lips break and the most horribly erotic sound breaks in the air. Kento Nanami whimpered. Your mouth was in a wide smile, teeth showing like a hyena, you couldn’t help but laugh tugging at the strands once more before making him look at you.
“You’re a little fucking freak aren’t ya’?” You asked. And you want to know what that motherfucker said—no what he did, he moaned, fucking moaned. his eyes trailing off of you all dazed out. Your nose twitches again like a demented bunny, you grip his jaw harshly, not to cause pain but to remind him to look at you.
“I asked you a question, Kento? It’s not nice to not answer people.” You toy with him gripping his scalp even tighter, making him wince. He opens his mouth, saliva strands spreading with them, he nods his head rapidly.
“Yes,” he speaks desperately “yes I am.” He says through squished cheeks, his glasses were beginning to fog up and you could see the embarrassment taint his fair skin and it just makes you burn with anticipation.
“Yes you are….” Your tongue prodes the inside of your cheek, debating on what to do with him.
An unhumorous laugh that comes out more like a pathetic huff, his eyes shooting back towards you teetering on the edge of every move you make.
“I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
