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Seeing Haruta Shigemo, your ally of the night, being flung through a building for failing to answer a question should’ve terrified you. It should’ve had you trembling and scurrying away. And while you did run for your life, the tremor that went through you was out of arousal as opposed to fear.
Because, goddammit, Haruta’s attacker was criminally attractive.
He was a towering, muscular man, and wore those stupid fucking glasses so well. His blue shirt complimented his skin tone excellently, and don’t get you started on the bulge in the front of his khaki-colored pants. You don’t know if the adrenaline had gotten him excited, or if his dick was just that big. The feral rage on his handsome, angular face did send fear through you, but it also made a mess of your panties.
It was lust at first sight, and you intended to satisfy the want he’d spawned in you. If you escaped Shibuya with your life, your vibrator would be quite busy tonight.
A squeal tore from your throat as you heard his footsteps draw closer. Activating your technique, you opened a portal less than a foot away from you. It wouldn’t take you more than a mile, but that would be enough distance to free you from your relentless pursuer. You cursed Haruta for not being quicker, for wasting time taunting his victims instead of finishing the job. And you cursed yourself for following him when you saw the brunette teenager putting up a valiant fight. If he couldn’t handle a child, then he deserved to die, an ideology you wish you’d developed before the arrival of that blond giant.
You were inches away from the portal, from safety. It’d put you outside of Shibuya, a place you vowed never to return. You’d underestimated Jujutsu Sorcerers, a mistake you’d never make again.
You yelped as a brutal grasp stopped you from reaching your target, before being swiftly thrown into a pillar. You were sent flying through it, the force of the throw making the structure crumble. Spots entered your vision, and you swore you blacked out for a moment. You landed on the ground in a heap, and a pained groan left you as your entire body ached. Your arms felt like lead. Which was fucking terrible for you. If you couldn’t raise your arms to activate your technique, you would be stuck in Shibuya.
You cried out as your attacker, that handsome blond bastard, gripped your hair with force.
“What’s the location and number of your allies?” he growled, enunciating every word.
The rasp in his tone made your nipples tighten. You swallowed, your throat suddenly feeling dangerously dry as your cunt started to ache. This was a horrible time for your libido to flare up, seeing as you were about to die. But you were a horny, carnal being, and being manhandled by such a good-looking man wasn’t the worse way to go.
Your silence prompted him to yank your head back, forcing you to look him in his eyes. Unable to stop it, a breathy moan escaped, your face immediately heating.
He froze, his hold on your hair not loosening. “Did you just moan?”
“Uhm,” you said, a nervous laugh escaping you. Did he have to call you out for it? “Maybe?”
He tugged on your locks again, pulling another moan from you. His eyes narrowed. “You moaned,” he stated, no doubt in his voice.
You swore the bulge in his pants grew, and your eyes widened when you realized he hadn’t been hard earlier. If luck chose to shine down on you, you’d have to use one of your larger toys to simulate him fucking you.
With one hand, he removed his belt, still holding your hair. Your eyes were glued to his crotch, breathing becoming labored as anticipation rushed through you. You licked your lips once the leather was off, ready to take whatever he was about to dish.
He sneered down at you. “You’re depraved.”
You shrugged, undeterred by his insult. “Would you rather me struggle?”
“I’d rather you take this seriously!” he snapped, shoving you back to the floor.
Before you could get up, his brown leather belt was wrapped around your wrists, restraining them behind your back.
You huffed a laugh. “Kinky.”
“Shut up,” he grumbled as he forced you to stand, dragging you behind him.
You knew struggling was futile, and with your arms out of commission, you couldn’t escape. So, you followed behind him obediently.
“Let’s make our way to Nitta-san,” he said to the brunette staring daggers at you.
“What are we going to do with her?” she asked, walking beside him.
“I’m sure she has information, and she seems more cooperative than her dead ally,” he grumbled, speaking of you like you weren’t right there.
When you approached the escalators, he allowed the girl to go first, then shoved you forward. You stumbled onto the moving steps, barely managing to balance yourself. He was a step behind you, holding onto your bond wrists as if the belt wasn’t enough to keep you from bolting. The three of you approached the blonde woman, Nitta, who was sitting in a lounge chair. She perked up when she saw the brunette, but her brows furrowed when she saw you.
“Why is she here?”
“Information,” you answered before he could.
He let out a deep, wary sigh. “Correct. But I’ll handle her. You two need to go to Ijichi immediately.”
“So, Ijichi-san’s okay?” Nitta asked, relief in her words.
“I did what I could, and he was originally aiming to be a sorcerer,” he shared, his tone far calmer than it had been moments ago.
You began to tune them out as they started talking about Gojo Satoru being sealed. If nothing else, the chief objective was complete. If you played your cards right, you might be able to leave alive and still receive your promised payout.
“You two, please wait here for rescue,” he ordered, beginning to tug you away again. “I’ll deal with her, then join Zen’in and we’ll head down to B5F.”
Well, you didn’t like the sound of that. It didn’t take a genius to realize he intended to rid himself of you as soon as possible. Aka, you were likely in your final hours.
“I’ll go too!” the brunette volunteered.
She was immediately shut down by him, transforming her determined expression into a pout.
“No, you won’t,” he said, pausing. “I’m the minimal level required for the fights ahead. You would hinder me and be in the way.” He resumed walking away. “Please wait here.”
You had to admire his confidence. You’d always liked that in a man.
With that, he dragged you back down the escalator. He walked fast and with a purpose, dragging you out of the half-destroyed building and into an alleyway, not another soul in sight. Immediately, he shoved you against the wall.
“Talk,” he ordered, not caring about your pained grunt.
“This is no way to treat a lady,” you mumbled.
“You’re a curse user, not a lady.”
“Those two aren’t mutually exclusive,” you purred in teasing tones, shooting him a smile.
It immediately faded when he barked, “Shut up and talk!”
“…Give me an incentive,” you said after a heartbeat of silence. When he glared, you rolled your eyes. “I want to know that I’ll walk away with my life if I tell you everything you need to know.”
“You think you deserve to live?”
“Quite frankly, yes. I was just transportation for my team and only killed those who attacked me,” you explained, hoping that enlightening him of the role you played would inspire some sympathy. “I’m a sweetheart compared to the other curse users.”
“You—”
You cut him off before he could speak again, deciding to pull out the big guns. “My technique also bypasses barriers. Guarantee my life, and I’ll help you rescue Gojo Satoru.”
That caught his attention. He went silent, contemplating what you just said. While he mulled over if he should trust you, another, pervier condition entered your mind.
“Oh, and I want to suck your cock,” you announced without shame, smirking at the way he sputtered.
“Do you have no morals?” he snarled when he composed himself, pushing you further into the wall and wrapping a hand around your throat. “People are dying, and you’re thinking about sex?!”
Despite the anger lacing his words, you didn’t fail to notice the way his eyes flickered to your tits, your V-neck shirt exposing the tops of your breasts.
“No, I don’t,” you said, your grin growing as his face started to pinken, a shard of pleasure going through you as he applied pressure to your throat. “And people are going to die regardless, so do we have a deal? Or would you prefer to just fuck me?”
“You should be begging for your life!” he exclaimed, but the fact that he didn’t immediately say ‘no’ gave you confidence. “Not offering your body to me.”
As if he was attempting to induce terror within you, his grip tightened around your neck, cutting off your air supply. You choked and gasped, your eyes starting to water. The look in his eyes was fierce, and his lips were set in a straight line. You had no idea if he would kill you or release you, and that added to the excitement stirring within you.
Maybe you needed to look into therapy, because your life being on the line shouldn’t be getting you hornier.
When his gaze moved to your mouth, his grip loosened, allowing you to breathe again. After some seconds, he released his hold completely. You gulped in much-needed air, the action causing your chest to heave. He watched the movement intently, his gaze darkening with poorly concealed lust.
Your smile widened, his attack not deterring you. “To address your previous words, I can do both, and if you accept my body, I also get to live. It’s a packaged deal, not an either-or,” you hummed, praying you weren’t reading the signs wrong.
If you were, this would only be more incentive for him to kill you.
“Gojo Satoru is a powerful sorcerer. His information is going to take a while for the box to process, possibly all night,” you informed him, in case the time constraints were holding him back. “And I’m good with my mouth, so you’ll cum quickly.”
“You don’t even know my name, you desperate whore,” he snapped.
You laughed, a light, carefree sound that had him tensing. “Then tell me it,” you hummed.
He could only blink at you.
"You're insane," he said, sounding genuinely baffled. "Utterly insane."
Before you could respond to his latest insult, he shoved you to your knees and unzipped his pants, his actions making another giggle burst forth. “But that isn’t a deterrent, is it?”
His response was whipping his erect dick out—which was long, thick, and just perfect—and shoving it down your throat. He gripped the sides of your face with zero gentleness, fucking your mouth with abandon. You gagged at the sudden intrusion, and tears immediately pricked your eyes. The neatly trimmed blond pubes at the base of his cock tickled your nose, and drool trickled down your chin as your face was used as nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. You suppressed your gag reflex and forced yourself to relax, fearing you’d vomit otherwise. Once you found a set pace, you fell into a haze, focused entirely on slurping up his cock.
His throaty moans made you whimper around him, and you desperately wished your hands were free so you could touch your aching clit. But alas, they were tied behind your back, so you had to subtle for squeezing your thighs together for some relief.
He glanced down at you, the minute action not going unnoticed. “You like this, don’t you? You like being treated like a whore?”
As if to punctuate his point, his hips started to speed up. Your lips were being stretched to their limits, and your jaw was starting to ache. But you were a masochistic bitch, so the rough treatment only made you hornier.
He lightly slapped your cheek, just hard enough for a sting to be felt.
“Answer me,” he demanded, panting as his hips started to lose their rhythm.
You could manage any words with a giant cock in your mouth, so you nodded. You were rewarded with a hand gliding over your hair, the gentle touch a far cry from how he’s been treating you thus far. Pre-cum was sliding down your throat, and his dick started to throb in your mouth, signaling his oncoming orgasm. You smiled around him, mentally patting yourself on the back for getting him so close so quickly.
“Good girl,” he praised, those two simple words making you moan.
You groaned when his thrusts quickened, his breathing becoming labored as the veins of his cock pulsed. You stuck your tongue out so it would drag along more of his cock.
“Fuck!” he hissed, gripping your hair tighter, preventing you from moving away.
You knew he was close, so you switched back to sucking, determined to make him cum. Your efforts weren’t in vain, because seconds later, he was cumming down your throat. You swallowed every drop that you could, his semen having a sweet twang despite the saltiness.
You loved a man who took care of himself.
You were by no means a cumslut, but his cum was nearly addictive in its flavor, and the best tasting of any partner you’d ever had. At that moment, you vowed to mend the mistakes you’d made that night, just to possibly be granted the privilege of sampling his cum again. As pathetic as it was, even the promise of money paled in comparison to giving him another blowjob.
You struggled to swallow all of his cum. When he pulled out of your mouth, you inhaled deep breaths, relishing being able to breathe again. A string of saliva and his semen connected your lips to the tip of his cock. You must’ve looked like a mess, with watery bloodshot eyes, bruises from your fights, and a mouth glistening with his cum.
You smiled at him. “What’d I tell you?”
He reached down, this thumb tracing your lower lip, guiding some cum back into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the appendage, maintaining eye contact with him. The slight smile on his lips shocked you. But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared.
“You get a single second chance,” he said as he tucked his cock into his pants, before tugging you up and removing his belt. “One slip up, and I’ll kill you myself. Betray me, and I’ll make it painful.”
His threat really shouldn’t be so sexy, but it was.
You rubbed your wrist, marks already forming on them. “I won’t.”
He nodded. “Good?”
He informed you were Zen’in, the man he intended to take to B5F, was waiting. You nodded, and intertwining your fingers, you focused on an empty spot in the alleyway and summoned a portal, mentally chanting the coordinates you’d been provided. You looked at him once a swirling purple portal was in the ground.
“If this is a trap—”
“I’ll die, I get it,” you said, swiping a hand over your mouth to wipe away the residual cum. You started walking toward the portal, confident he’d follow. “Now c’mon, sir. The clocks ticking.”
“Nanami,” he said, making you pause.
You looked over your shoulder at him. “What?”
“My name is Nanami Kento. If we’re going to be allies, we should know each other’s name.”
“I’d say we’re a little more than allies,” you quipped, earning a glower. You held your hands up, then told him your name. He repeated it, and the sound of it on his tongue made you shudder.
“Oh, and Nanami?” you asked, right before you were about to enter the portal. He cocked a brow, close enough that you could grab him. “If we get out of here alive, I want you to fuck me.”
With that, you hopped through the portal, determined to give it your all for a chance that Nanami Kento would blow your back.