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Yuji’s legs are going to cramp if they keep trembling. It’s all he can think about even as Nanami kneels between his legs, broad hands running up and down Yuji’s thighs in what’s supposed to be a soothing gesture. 

“You need to relax,” Nanami instructs, pinching a strip of skin and smirking when Yuji jumps. He places one on Yuji’s hip, stroking a thumb against the ‘v’ of his groin. The motion makes Yuji’s whole body shiver. “We aren’t going to be able to do this if you don’t relax.”

“I’m trying!” Yuji’s voice squeaks. His face feels hot and he brings a hand up to cover his eyes, unable to look Nanami in the eye. Really, he is trying, but there’s something so ungodly terrifying about having the man between his legs. 

“Then let me help.” Urging Yuji further up the bed Nanami forces him to stretch out fully, settling Yuji’s legs over his shoulders. Like this Nanami isn’t hunched up and Yuji shudders at the sight of his back muscles, zeroing in on how they roll with each move of Nanami’s arms.

“Lean back Itadori, rest your head on the pillow, and focus on how you feel, not on what you’re doing.” Turning his head Nanami presses a soft kiss against Yuji’s inner thigh, ending with a slight nip when Yuji shivers. 

“I just want to be perfect for yo-” Yuji’s words turn into a shout when Nanami leans in, tongue pushing through his out lips and dragging it up towards his cock. Without meaning to Yuji tangles a hand in Nanami’s hair, nails scraping against his scalp as he pulls the man against him. 

In response, Nanami wraps his arms around Yuji’s thighs and uses his strength to pull away, wincing just a bit when Yuji’s fingers take a moment to uncurl from their grip. He slaps a hand against Yuji’s thigh.

“Behave.” There’s nothing else to be said before Nanami ducks his head back in between Yuji’s legs, tongue lapping against Yuji’s cock. This time Yuji keeps his hands to himself, one hand clutching at his bedsheets while the other is shoved against his mouth, teeth digging into his knuckles as he tries to cover the whine leaving him.

Pushing Yuji’s legs up high Nanami drags himself upwards, giving himself the perfect angle to wrap his lips around Yuji’s swollen cock and suck. Yuji shouts, back arching off the bed. He can feel how wet he is, how easily Nanami’s tongue glides against him now, and suddenly all he can think about is how hot Nanami must look with his chin wet. 

“Wanna see your face,” Yuji demands, grabbing onto Nanami’s hair again. Pulling on it doesn’t get the reaction he wants and instead he’s rewarded with a sharp slap against his thigh, accented with Nanami’s eyes narrowing. 

Keeping a firm grip on Yuji’s thighs Nanami keeps him pinned to the bed, tongue running along Yuji’s cockhead in time with the suction. It’s driving Yuji up a wall and he can feel warmth growing in his lower belly, like oil that’s been slow heated and spread across a pan. He wants more.

Nanami must be able to read minds because he shifts, one hand unwrapping itself from around Yuji as he moves to let it slide under himself. Watching him move Yuji opens his mouth, unable to form the words but apparently able to convey his confusion well enough because Nanami winks. 

There’s no other warning no sign, no hint that Nanami’s doing anything other than adjusting, and then it hits him. There’s a faint brush against his folds before pressure against his entrance, Nanami pushing his finger inside. Yuji’s never felt anything like it, never been brave enough to put anything inside of him. 

Nanami crooks his finger and Yuji shouts again, pleasure bursting behind his eyes in white light. It happens again, Nanami undeterred by Yuji’s thighs clenching against his head. If anything he encourages it, pulling his finger out until it’s just barely inside and waiting until Yuji looks, makes eye contact, before pushing it back in deeper than before. 

The fingers combined with Nanami’s unrelenting sucking are enough to drive Yuji over the edge, the oil in his belly igniting and burning its way through him. He comes with a shout, pulling Nanami against him so hard that his nose bumps against Yuji’s stomach when he curls in on himself. 

Yuji falls back against the bed, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. The ceiling is very interesting, his mind tells him. It’s… great. This was great.

A kiss against his stomach refocuses him and Yuji looks down, meeting Nanami’s eyes. The man places another kiss just above his belly button, continuing upwards. Everywhere he can reach on Yuji’s body he places a kiss, pausing sometimes to nip at his skin. When he reaches Yuji’s mouth he pauses.

The two of them stare at each other for a moment, Yuji breaking first to wrap his arms around Nanami’s shoulders. He drags him close, kissing him first on one cheek and then again on the other, finally settling on kissing his lips.

“Nanami.” Yuji starts. He places a kiss on his nose.

Nanami hums, turning his head to try and kiss Yuji’s lips.

“I want to go again.”

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Everyone thinks that Hakari is a dangerous man. They see a man with a rough face, a large frame, and scars, and think “ that man is dangerous”. The people of the jujutsu world are even worse because they see all that as well as his cursed technique. Even Gojo Satoru worries about what he’ll be ever to do.

They all see a man, a potential monster. 

But Kirara knows better. 

Kinji is not a man, he’s a boy. A teenager just like all the rest of the students attending Tokyo Tech, and he’s certainly not a monster.

“Hold still, you’ll mess up the knotting if you keep moving around like that.” Kirara slaps at the hand groping at her waist, wrapping her fingers around Kinji’s wrist so that she can drag it back above his head. It sits prettily next to its twin, Kinji’s skin contrasting nicely against the sheets. 

Kinji curls a finger, beckoning for Kirara to spread her hand out in his and letting him link their fingers together. 

“Can you blame me?. Hot girl on my lap, tying me up? Anyone would be chomping at the bit to get their hands on you.” It’s obnoxious, the ease with which Kinji is able to pull his hand away and settle back on her hip. He’s so much bigger, so much stronger than her.

“I can,” Tsking angrily she grabs his hand, again, and drags it back up above his head, dropping the coil of lavender-colored rope beside it. “And I am.”

Darting in Kirara plants a quick kiss against Kinji’s lips before pulling away, laughing softly as the sound of irritation her actions earn her. 

The video on her phone takes her through the motions of correctly binding Kinji’s arm, the rope wrapping around it in intricate patterns before tying the final knot and giving it a tug; the rope slides together beautifully, tightening around skin so that Kinji is unable to use his arms and promising to leave marks that will linger for the next few days. 

Kinji has always worn marks so well. It’s one of Kirara’s favorite things about him, his skin taking each wound with grace and leaving a scar in its place as a reminder that whatever came before wasn’t strong enough to kill him.

Speaking of…

With no way of Kinji stopping her Kirara leans in, running her tongue along a large scar that runs along his collarbone. It’s long and ugly and Kirara loves it, loves the way it reminds her of how wild he fought for her in that moment. 

Her pants feel tight and a shiver runs through her, hips twitching down against Kinji’s. He responds in kind, and the friction makes Kirara groan. They’ve barely started and Kinji’s already hard, cock tenting nicely in his jeans. 

“Is that what gets you hard?” Kinji rolls his eyes, bucking his hips as he tries to displace her. “Hakari Kinji gets tied up and suddenly his dick’s the hardest it’s ever been?”

Before he can respond Kirara slaps a hand over his mouth, wagging a finger in his face when he looks cross. Once she’s certain that he won’t say anything she removes her hand and bends back down, placing a kiss against the collarbone scar.

Slipping her hands under her shirt she pulls it overhead, tossing it into the corner of the room. It takes a couple of tries but she manages to get her bra off and she drapes it over Kinji’s head, before taking both breasts in hand, squeezing them together, and flicking at her nipples until they harden.

“I bet you want to touch me, don’t you?” Hormones have given her perky breasts and Kirara loves touching them just as much as Kinji does.

“I always want to touch you.”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait.” It takes some maneuvering but Kirara balances on her knees, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down her hips just enough to set her cock free. The head is an angry pink, precome leaking from the slit and making the skin shiny. She wraps a hand around the base, groaning lowly as she strokes it. 

Her eyes flutter close as she strokes herself, head falling back to give Kinji a view of the pale expanse of her neck. The hand not on herself reaches out, skimming along Kinji’s chest. Her fingers catch on another one of Kinji’s scars, this one just above his belly button: it’s shrapnel scarring, little pock marks that look like cat’s paw. It’s one of her favorite scars, she loves cats.

“Untie me, I want to touch you.” Kinji groans in frustration when Kirara shakes her head, bucking his hips to get friction against his dick. 

There’s no chance in hell she’s going to untie him right now but she’ll be merciful, at least for now. Fiddling with his pants she works her hand inside, taking Kinji’s cock in hand and stroking it firm from base to tip. Kinji’s curses are worth the wait Kirara thinks as she pulls her hand away, bringing it up to lick at her palm before she grabs his cock again. 

A quick slide up Kinji’s body puts Kirara on his upper thighs and she grinds their hips together, the two of them moaning when her cock catches against against his. She does it again and then pulls herself further upwards, lining up their cocks and then wrapping a hand around the two of them. Her hand barely covers the both of them, she’s always been small, but it’s enough.

As they rut against each other Kirara regrets tying up Kinji, but decides it’s worth it when the man tries to sit up and pulls the headboard way from the wall. Pleasure coils tight in her belly and her hips stutter as her cock slips and catches against Kinji’s skin. 

“Kirara, baby, please,” Kinji surges to sit up again, the bed creaking with the force of it. “Just for a bit.”

Kirara shakes her head, gnawing at her lower lip. Precome helps her thumb move over both cockheads and she moves it in circles, digging the tip of her nail against Kinji’s slit. He’s close, Kirara can tell by the way his hips are starting to twitch. 

So Kirara lets go and leans back.

Kinji’s eyes widen and he curses again. This time when he pulls the rope slides along the bedposts and Kirara entertains the idea of leaving him tied up to see how long it takes for him to slip his bonds. The idea makes her cock harden even more, something that she didn’t think was possible, and she can feel the pressure building in her balls.

Grabbing Kinji’s jaw Kirara makes sure he’s looking at her.

“I want you to come,” The words come out half a groan. “Come for me, baby.” 

And oh, does he come. 

With a garbled shout Kinji comes, body arching off of the bed. Cum splatters across his chest in thick strands, even managing to reach the scar on Kinji’s collarbone. The sight is enough to make Kirara come, her own seed spilling over her fingers. What doesn’t coat her fingers dribbles onto Kinji’s cock, smearing itself through his pubes when he shifts his hips.

Licking at the cum on her fingers Kirara leans in to lap at Kinji’s collarbone scar, waiting for him to turn to look at her before swallowing down what she had gathered and then showing him her clean tongue.

“What’d you think?” It takes a moment for Kirara to gather the energy to move. Starting with his wrists she unbinds Kinji from the headboard before undoing the rope, massaging blood back into his wrist. Once she’s certain that one will be alright she moves to massage the other.

The moment he’s able to properly move an arm Kinji sits up, threading his fingers into Kirara’s hair and dragging her until she’s flush against him.

“Next time I want to to tie you to the bed.”