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Submissive Nijiro M. x dominant reader(male or female. Picture whatever you prefer, it's your brain :p)REQUESTED⭐️

Genre: Smut, fluff

Summary: You’re leaving the mall with Nijiro when you just so happen to run into a coworker… Let’s just say Nijiro becomes a little jealous watching the questionably invasive and overly-touchy encounter.

“You like those?” you ask, a delighted smile on your face. “Grab em’. I’ll get them for you.”

Nijiro turns to you, raising his eyebrows in a way that questions whether you’re serious or not. You love his sweet little face to bits and pieces. “You mean it?”

You caress his cheek, smirking at his tiny shiver. “I wouldn’t say so if I didn't.”

It's a simple pair of jeans that he's eyeing (a $300 pair to be exact), but you don't mind it. The two of you each have your own money to buy whatever you'd like, but you love spoiling one another anyway, you more so than him. It brings you a great deal of satisfaction to spoil him rotten. When and if he's deserving of it, that is.

He kisses your lips, eyes beaming with appreciation. “Thanks, babe.”

Finishing up in the store, the two of you head for the exit doors of the mall, discussing the day you’ve shared.

“I love spending quality time like this with you,” he confesses, holding his hand in yours.

You inhale a clean breath of fresh air and nudge him fondly with your shoulder. “I love you, hun.”

He looks down at his feet, smiling shyly. His smile disappears instantly when your name is yelled, a tall and lanky male approaches you.

“I figured that was you,” he says, the pitch of his voice a little too excited for Nijiro’s comfort. He takes you into a tight embrace, hand easing despicably close to your lower back. “You look amazing, per usual.”

“Thank you, Lawrence,” you reply, showing credit for his compliment. “You as well. Nice seeing you outside of work.”

“Ah, yes. Same to you,” he reciprocates, awkwardly shoving a hand into his pocket. “How rude of me. Who might this be?”

“This is my other half, Nijiro,” you respond. “Nijiro meet Lawrence, my outstanding colleague.”

You can tell right away that Nijiro isn't very interested, but you know he isn't a rude person. “Nice meeting you, Lawrence,” he forces, his jaw tightening.

“You too, man,” he says, appearing to pick up on the tense atmosphere. “I’ll see you Monday, y/n.”

You nod with a closed-mouth smile, watching as he walks away through the mall doors.

“Come on, baby. Let's go,” you tell Nijiro, taking his hand back into yours.

He shimmies his hand from yours, stuffing them into the pockets of his hoodie. “My hands are kinda sweaty right now.”

You know his hands never get sweaty, but you pretend the gesture doesn't hurt your feelings, allowing him to have his space. “Okay, sweetheart.”

* * * * * *

Upon arrival at your gorgeous home, you and Nijiro take your shoes off at the door, placing them in their respective slots in the organizer.

“Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, watching as he pulls his hoodie over his head and hangs it up on the coat rack. “You seem a little upset.”

He shakes his head, sliding his feet into his slippers. “I’m alright, just a little sleepy.” His voice is dull and empty, hinting at more of an annoyed and dismissive attitude over a sleepy and crabby one.

“Oh okay. I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” you relay, eyes following his body as he bounces down onto the couch. “You can join me if you'd like. And then maybe afterward we can take a nap together?”

He turns the tv on, keeping his head facing forward. “I think I’ll just stay down here for now. I'll shower later on.”

Already hurt by the cold and curt behavior he's exhibiting, you start to become somewhat defensive. His outright meanness leaves a bad taste in your mouth. And you don't find that appropriate for your sweet boy; it isn't like him. You decide that if he continues, this cannot go unpunished.

“I love you,” you say from behind him, arms crossed over your chest as you wait for him to say it back.

“You too,” he replies, still refusing to face you when he speaks. He's determined to keep his focus on the tv show, prolonging his petty episode.

You cut your eyes at the back of his head, getting a full grasp on how far he's willing to take his disrespect and blunt insolence. He must be in the mood to be begging for forgiveness because, at the rate he's going, he's going to be down on his knees and at your feet in remorse.

“Hey,” you warn, wrapping your hand around his chin to pull his head back to face you. “I said that I love you. Don't take that lightly. Now say it right.”

He examines your face, discerning the features that make it up. He knows that you're not playing around with him now. “I'm sorry. I love you, too.”

You let his chin go after a few seconds, giving him the death-stare to make sure he understands.

He stands up from the sofa, coming over to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I really am.” He opens his arms out in an attempt to hug you, but you take a neglectful step back. You keep your arms at your sides firmly, trying with all your might not to cave into his sad face.

“Aht-aht,” you reject, holding your stance. “And what is it that you’re sorry for, Nijiro?” You continue. Nijiro knows it isn’t that easy to redeem himself; not when he’s taken it this far.

He fiddles with his fingers, his face burning with embarrassment. “I was wrong. I was bratty and mean to you earlier, and I apologize. I was just jealous. I know it's silly, but I was.”

Your cheeks start to burn from how hard you're smiling. You can't help it, watching his shy mannerisms as he speaks. Nijiro can be obnoxious at times, but he isn't a bad person. Not in any sense of the word. You adore him crazily. It's impossible to stay upset at him.

You bring your hand up to his cheek, thumb skimming it with love. “Oh honey,” you exasperate. “You have nothing to be jealous of. No one can take me away from you. I'm yours and you're mine. Okay, my love?”

His eyes stay fixed on his feet. “Okay.”

Ducking your head down, you try to catch a glimpse of his face, but fail miserably. “Do you feel better, now?”

He raises suddenly, startling you. “Can I make a request?”

Your eyebrows crease curiously. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“No one hugs you like that,” he says, undertones of envy and disgust in his words. “No one but me. I didn’t appreciate him hugging you like that in front of me, behind me, across from me. Just don't let him do that to you.”

You bring a knuckle between your teeth, hiding your laugh. Ironically, you find him most adorable when he's upset. “Whatever you want, hun,” you reply, agreeing to his proposal. You ruffle his soft hair, sliding your hand down his back to pull him in for a hug.

“Forget a shower,” you start, patting his back tenderly. “I'm in the mood for a nice, warm bath, yeah?”

* * * * * *

In the bedroom, you undress Nijiro from head to toe. When finished, you throw his clothes into the hamper. You then remove your clothes and poke his cute butt as you both enter the bathroom.

You bend down into the porcelain tub, turning on more hot water than cold. A familiar feeling scratches your brain; an intuition. Nijiro is staring at your bare body from behind.

Just as soon as you turn around, your gaze is drawn to between his thighs. His dick is saying hello to you.

He blinks at you innocently, the nerves in his penis causing it to jerk up and down. “I couldn't help it.”

Using the pads of your fingers, you touch his shaft lightly. “It's alright, sweet boy. Let's get in the bath.”

You step in first, sliding your body down. You moan in relief as the steamy water covers you. “Come on.”

Nijiro steps in carefully, using the edges of the tub to squat down between your legs. He stretches out his skinny legs and leans his back against your chest.

When the water arrives at an amount you like, you squeeze Nijiro’s thigh to get his attention. “Turn the water off for me, hun.”

He nods, leaning forward to turn both knobs off. He returns to his comfortable position on you, his face content and relaxed.

You wrap your arms around his torso, tugging him against your chest. “Sweetheart?”

“Hm?” He purrs sleepily.

“You know that if there's anything you want, you can just ask me, right?” You mention, sensing that your sweet boy is in need of something.

“Yes, I know,” he answers.

You smile beside his ear, teeth grazing it. “Is there anything that you want from me now? Anything at all?”

He starts and stops a couple of times nervously. It isn't until you enclose his twiddling hands into yours securely that he refocuses and finds his voice.

“Can you touch me?” He finally asks.

A devilish smirk spreads across your lips. You put your hand out in front of him, suggesting he use it as a guide. “Show me where you'd like to be touched, my baby.”

His hand eases out the water to grab your wrist softly. He pushes it through the water, between his thighs. “Here, y/n.”

You palm his erect penis, feeling his body tense up. “And what do you say when you want someone to do something for you?”

He whimpers, lulling his head on your shoulder. “Please. Please touch me.”

Snaking your free hand around his throat, you use your occupied hand to rub him up and down passionately. You allow him to feel every gesture your hand makes, always leaving him fully satisfied.

You kiss his temple as you work him into your hand. He continues to moan and cry as if this is just what he needs.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask him, tightening your hold around his neck. You begin to stroke him more aggressively, using his noises as a signal to pick up speed. “Good boys deserve to cum. Are you a good boy? Have you been good to me?”

His hips thrust involuntarily, forcing you to go even faster. Your hand slams against his pelvis, subtly bruising the skin there.

“I’m a good boy, I promise,” he whines, eyes rolling up to flutter at you.

You audibly chuckle, slowing down the pace you're using. “Is that so? But you were bad today, right? You weren't properly punished for that, right?”

He struggles to hold himself together, his bottom lip quivering. “I know... I was a bad boy. But it was only because you're mine and no one else’s.”

Your strokes become lazy, snatching his release straight away from him. “Is that an excuse I hear? Shall I stop?”

“No! Don't! Please,” he says frantically, on the verge of tears. “It's not an excuse. I swear it's just the truth. Please.”

“Okay, baby,” you whisper soothingly. You decide you've tortured him enough, knowing prolonging it takes a toll on you. “I know you're a good boy.”

His uptight body melts back into you when you resume, picking back up right where you left off.

Nijiro is so close to coming that he starts speaking a slew of unintelligible words, mimicking gibberish.

“Don’t stop - oh my God.” He holds his mouth open without a sound, squeezing his eyes shut. When he releases, the heavy breathing, gasps, and whimpers return.

You watch him ejaculate into the water, spilling himself into it like a mini explosion. His dick twitches out remnants of cum.

You kiss him on the jaw, softly rubbing his tired head. “You must be sleepy, sweetheart. Let's hurry outta here so we can take that nap now.”

I don't even know what to say y'all. Submissive Nijiro is a treasury. Thank you sooo much for requesting this idea. This is pure gold. Alsoooo, I was going to include a choker/chain/collar kinda deal, like in the pic above, but I ended up getting a little carried away 😩 I’ll do something like that in the near future though.- Ash <3