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One, two, three, four hits in quick succession laid just as many curses at Suguru’s feet. Gooey remains soaked into the manicured grass as her eyes darted to find Satoru dragging his heavy gaze up her body, chest heaving, grin dripping with hubris. His skin was drenched with sweat that ran lines down from his temple over the peak of his cheekbones. It was disgusting, hot enough that Suguru wanted to lick it clean, and when his eyes reached her face, it was clear that he knew it.
“Attagirl,” he said, smile splitting wider as he swung an arm toward the approaching curse at his flank without so much as a glance.
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A few hours ago, Suguru was foolish enough to think it was finally time for a break. A long bath. A good night’s sleep in her own bed. Her one-week-turned-two mission had been enough of a workout to excuse at least a day’s worth of training.
The squeak of her noisy suitcase followed her down the dormitory hallway toward that promised peace until she turned the corner and found a mousy assistant waiting, back pressed against her door. The grim cast over her features said she was wholly aware of just how unwelcome her presence was.
“My apologies, it’s just that no one else is available,” Akane said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her middle finger and checking her clipboard. “It’s close by, it should be quick.”
Peace would have to wait.
Suguru sighed, keying into her room only to shove the luggage over the threshold and close the door once more. She wordlessly gestured down the hallway, lips pursed as she followed the tiny woman further away from the comfort of her bed.
Sliding into the backseat, her face contorted as two grabby hands yanked her across the bench seat. Still, a deep breath of familiar cologne wasn’t unwelcome; she quickly sank into the arm around her back.
“I thought you said there was no one else available,” she grumbled, side-eying the driver’s seat.
Satoru slipped his fingertips beneath her cropped uniform jacket and dug them deep into the flesh at her waist.
“Nothing too scary, but there’s a lot of ‘em waiting for us.” His eyes gleamed over the top of his glasses, voice wet with crocodile tears. “You wouldn’t make me do it alone, would you?”
He could do it alone.
Suguru rolled her eyes with a scoff, dropping her head back against his shoulder. It’s not like she had a say in what the clipboard said. (Satoru might though.)
“Muah!”
He planted a showy kiss on her cheek, lingering while his free hand ran up the inside of her thigh until her breath audibly caught in her throat.
“Should be-” Akane cleared her throat loudly, “should be about an hour's drive. Seatbelts, please.”
Satoru made a fake scene, fussing and buckling Suguru into the middle seat, holding up the world at the mercy of his comedy routine. A scolding swat from his victim did nothing to speed it up.
While Akane focused in on the road, Satoru spent the drive trying to slip a hand up Suguru’s ankle-length skirt and Suguru spent the drive reminding herself that she needed to stop him.
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The car pulled up to the entrance of a large university home to tens of thousands of nervous, stressed out students all doing their part to contribute to the reported army of low level curses. It wasn’t a sorcerer’s first mission here and it wouldn’t be the last.
Everything was quiet as the curtain fell. Suguru dragged her tired body through the stone pillars with a giant toddler intent on having at least one hand on her ass at all times in tow.
“Have some self control,” she said, swatting backward at his pinching fingers as they walked through an alleyway between two buildings. Not a single curse had shown itself in the 15 minutes they’d been wandering through the campus. The faster she found them, the faster she could get home, so she wasn’t going to miss it when they finally showed face just because Satoru couldn’t keep his big, talented hands to himself.
Satoru groaned playfully.
“Two weeks was a ~long time without you, Suguru,” Gojo whined. He curled his arm around her waist to yank her against him and she let him. “I’m making up for lost time.”
They wound through empty corridors until they emerged into a beautiful courtyard surrounded by multistory buildings. Each of the four sides had an arched entrance way with paths that led inward and around a highly landscaped, grassy space. At the center, a bronze statue of a man stood proudly on a chest-height pedestal.
The grass swished beneath their feet as they crossed through the quiet space. Satoru braced a foot on the low wall that sat around the pedestal, leaning on his knee to look down at the plaque before gawking up at the university’s founder. He was a stately looking man with a wide stance and a proud face cast in perpetual thought.
Satoru directed his gaze back at Suguru with a shit eating grin.
“If I had a statue of Suguru, I’d p-”
As he spoke, two small curses entered from the left entryway, three from the right. All different shapes and sizes, they crawled quickly on sharp claws, scuttling over the walls and down into the bushes against the foundation before converging toward the center.
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“Let’s see who can take more out, hm?” Satoru laughed maniacally, launching through the air over Suguru’s head and swinging himself around the statue to land at the other side. Suguru narrowed her eyes, pushing her palm forward to blast another curse in the amorphous jaw.
That was at least 20 minutes ago and she had lost all hope of counting just how many curses she’d taken down in the time since. It wasn’t a small number.
The intel was right – though most weren’t particularly strong, they were overwhelming in number and in seemingly endless supply. Wave after wave filtered in and the duo met each one, backs to the statue as they rotated around the courtyard. Once the adrenaline kicked in, Suguru’s fatigue faded, replaced with deep determination and a mean, competitive streak she reserved for Satoru alone.
Each time she caught sight of him, Satoru was making something look easy, effortlessly sexy and increasingly crazed as time passed. In his element, he was nearly unstoppable, completely unruffled even when larger curses began to lumber through the archways. His inherent need to be having the time of his life at the center of everything drove Suguru crazy most days, but here surrounded by a whirlwind of exorcism, it was only right.
Heat gathered in the base of Suguru’s stomach, watching him in her periphery as she held her own at the other end of the courtyard. It swelled and consumed her thoughts as she caught his gaze on the landing of a spinning kick that raised her kill count by two points. Somewhere in the air, a small rip in her skirt had expanded up the side of her leg to reach her hip, and torn fabric whooshed around her legs as she touched down. Satoru’s eyes flashed dark with lust.
“Fuckin’- seriously?” he groaned like the sight of her was the worst form of torture, turning to behead the curse that had snuck up on him while he was too busy ogling.
Tossing the stray hair from her eyes, Suguru didn’t have time to rebuke him before duty called for another kick to a squat curse’s teeth.
The barrage continued until, very suddenly, there were no more claws scraping against the brick.
In the sudden stillness, Suguru’s body still wanted to move. The bulk of her thigh, solid and bright in contrast to her uniform, peeked out from frayed fabric. Its muscle buzzed numb beneath her skin like the rest of her, and everything inside screamed to follow that instinct, to chase down the fighting high lest she collapse to the ground.
To chase down… something.
She looked up across the green.
From afar, Satoru looked the way Suguru felt: full of fire, strung out and overdosed on exhilaration. He looked at her like he was proud, then he looked at her like she was his next prey.
While they stood gasping in heaving breaths, his wide eyes undressed her, scraping her body so greedily that she could feel the sting. Once he locked on to the exposed skin of her thigh, he openly struggled to tear his gaze away.
Somewhere in the tense silence, Satoru snapped.
He crossed the courtyard in long, purposeful strides, closing the gap between them and seizing Suguru at the back of the neck to pull her hard and fast into a kiss. It was desperate and overwhelming, spilling the same untamed energy he had directed at exorcising curses just moments before. Suguru met him in kind, yet somewhere on the back burner of her mind she sensed cursed energy pooling far off in several directions.
“There’s more- coming- we’ve got-” Suguru murmured in the breaks when they came up for air.
A noise of surprise escaped her lips as Satoru’s hand slipped into the slit at her thigh, snaking around to grasp a handful of her ass and press her hard against him. He slid his lips to her jaw.
“Don’t care.”
Adrenaline in her veins and fire in her gut, Suguru didn’t care either. Her lips brushed over his cheek, salty where she ran her tongue over the skin. She threw her arms around his neck and stood on her toes, pulling his mouth back to hers in a mash of teeth and lips.
With an arm around her, Satoru lifted her from the ground, guiding her legs up around his hips as he carried her back to the statue. He dropped her down at the short wall, pressing her shoulders into the pedestal with her head lolled back between the statue’s feet.
“I need you now,” he purred into her neck as he stripped off her jacket.
Suguru tried to do the smart thing, to check or even spare a single thought to the entryways around them, but all awareness slipped from her body as she watched Satoru’s knees sink into the grass before her.
Staring down, his focus fell back to the tear that stretched to just below her four button waistband. She watched as he balled up the end of her skirt in his hand in a hurry and stuffed it in her own opposite the slit, laying bare her simple, pale panties, darkened and clinging to her skin. Without hesitation, he ran his hands firmly up over the muscle of her thighs; they spread automatically at his touch, closing enough that his fingers hooked into the elastic could pull her underwear down and off over her jika-tabi.
Pushing her legs back apart, he found her flushed and wet, soft hair slicked flat against her skin. A smile played at the corners of his mouth, smug and basking in the knowledge that it was from watching him fight – from the feeling of fighting herself while he looked on.
“Pretty, wet Suguru…”
He bent down to throw himself into it, tongue confidently running up over the length of her cunt until her thighs shuddered and tightened around his ears. He groaned and dropped lower to do it again.
Short, breathy whines bullied their way out from her throat while he continued. Grinding her hips up into his face, she desperately pushed his nose into her clit as he licked into her until he pushed her back down onto the wall to do it twice as hard for her.
Satoru looked up at her from below like he was going to lay her out and consume her whole and against better judgment, Suguru was going to let him.
She ran her hand through the hair at the top of his forehead as he worked, slicking it away from his face with the sweat from his skin. He hummed against her at her touch, and she tossed her head back with the grip of her hand at white roots.
“God, Satoru,” she moaned, glassy eyed and looking up at the swirling, dark curtain far past the statue’s extended hand. When he pushed two fingers inside, she saw stars explode against it.
The windows of the buildings around them were dim and plentiful. She imagined what it’d be like if there was anyone inside, anyone looking down to watch her open her legs – Satoru’s whore, eaten out here in the open beneath their founder’s nose.
The fabric compressed tight in her fist and the rubberband in her stomach pulled dangerously taut.
Suguru tossed her head forward to give warning when she realized how lost she’d been in it: six curses larger than they’d previously seen were crawling toward them in front of her, clambering over the curb and into the grass maybe 30 meters away.
Below her, Satoru remained at work – tongue flicking over her clit, fingers pumping upward against her walls, blindingly blue eyes locked onto her face above. Behind him, his free hand hovered, building a glowing red orb at his fingertips posed much like the ones inside her, twitching at the same rate.
“Satoru,” she whined.
Dropping his ear toward her thigh, Satoru watched her intently, missing only a single beat to murmur “red” from his spit slick lips into her cunt and launch the ball of cursed energy from his hand.
The blast flew backward with perfect aim. It knocked all six curses into the wall behind them with a gruesome splatter as Suguru’s orgasm ran into her like a freight train.
She arched upward, gripping frantically at the wall and tossing her head back into the stone with a moan. Over the curve of her chest, she watched Satoru relentlessly drag his tongue over her folds, staring up with intense devotion and an egotistical crinkle in his eye as she began to quiver and shake in his mouth. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she took a handful of white and shoved him backward.
Just as soon as he fell away, Satoru was on her again. With an iron grip around her waist, he tossed her up in the air only to spin and sit her in his lap. She straddled him on her knees with her palms braced against the pedestal at his back, bending to pull him into a filthy kiss before he could rise to meet her.
The taste of her cunt coated Satoru’s tongue, acrid sex and saliva that filled her mouth as he rushed to tear open his fly. Blindly, Suguru balled her skirt once more, tucking it into the waistband at her side in some attempt to keep it out of the way, out of his hands where he would rip it the rest of the way through.
She broke the kiss with a huff, suddenly aware of a presence entering at her right and another further off at her left. While her eyes darted around the courtyard, Satoru focused down on where he was pulling his cock from his underwear beneath her. Thick and dripping, everything she’d been dreaming of while her tiny fingers failed her in his absence, she paused to watch too.
It was gonna take a lot more than whatever she felt coming to stop them now.
Twin panther curses materialized at either side of the statue – sleek, dark muscle and murderous intent that slowly stalked toward the entranceways on guard.
Satoru barely spared a glance at their protectors as he lined up, clutched Suguru’s hip, and pulled her straight down onto his cock.
“Oh, baby…” he moaned.
It filled her so full so fast that she snarled, rolling her neck around to face Satoru’s slack jawed pleasure. She gripped his cheeks hard between her hands, dug the tips of her fingers into his cheeks like she wanted to break through the salty skin, and pressed her tongue inside.
Combat started with a more feline snarl and neither of them cared enough to look.
Two hands wrapped around her, Satoru tightened his grip like he was trying to connect them in the middle, using it to lift her up and drop her down until their surroundings began to disappear from her mind once more.
The buzzing muscle in her legs was satisfied, back on the move, bouncing and grinding her knees bloody against the brick wall. The harder she rode him, the more it hurt – hurt so good, satisfaction running deeper with the pain like a brutal fight for a well deserved win. Paired with the overwhelming stretch of his cock bullying its way inside, Satoru’s whore would bleed herself dry to chase it.
“I’d kill them all by myself to get to you,” Satoru said, fumbling to undo the buttons of her shirt with a single hand as if letting go of her ass with both would have dire consequences.
Suguru took a handful of white behind his head and yanked it backward, glaring down at him with his neck cranked back. Each time she bottomed out in his lap, the jolt sent through her pulled his hair a little tighter.
“I don’t need you to save me.”
Satoru laughed breathlessly, pulling one tit from the cup of her bra with a squeeze before rolling the dark nipple in his fingertips. Looking down his nose, his eyes glittered, flirting with the idea of dropping closed with each tug.
“Oh, I know that. But you’d like watching me do it, wouldn’t ya?”
Her dark eyes narrowed but she didn’t – couldn’t – argue with his assessment. She pursed her lips and dropped her hold on his hair like it had burned her. His smile went wry, his stupid, smug tongue sneaking out to wet his lips.
The panthers were busy, holding back the incoming curses from the paths at each side with grace. Wet slaps of skin on skin rang out over animal and human sounds, growling and whining and panting bouncing off the walls and back inward to the center.
With a rapid swell and release of Satoru’s cursed energy at her back, Suguru tried to focus back on the present, on her purpose beyond getting railed in a college courtyard. The blast made audible contact with something behind her as she looked over Satoru’s shoulder and found a new set of nasty curses entering from the shadows on the other end of the courtyard.
With the panthers fully engaged and Satoru focused on whatever was behind her back, there was nothing to stop them but her.
Satoru’s free hand snaked up around her back and pulled her harder against him. He brought his lips to her ear.
“No curse is gonna keep me from my Suguru.”
A shiver rippled over her skin, and she melted into him, pressing her tits into his chest and settling her chin on his shoulder. The in-out sliding of his cock shifted into a grinding roll of their hips against each other. Hot, molten pleasure settled deep at her core.
Panting in his ear, she held the back of Satoru’s head in one hand and extended the other arm forward over the pedestal. Fighting against the cloud of arousal in her mind, she tried to steady it against the jostling of her body by propping it against the cool side of the founder's foot. She tried to gauge her aim, pointing a finger at the curses’ swift approach with a flare of cursed energy; she could probably do it.
“That’s my girl.”
Satoru’s mumbling was low like a purr, mindless, lost in the side of her messy bun as he held her gyrating body close.
With narrowed eyes and a slack mouth, she focused her energy, shooting a battery of small cuttlefish curses one after the other from her finger, spirit gun-style. They flew across the courtyard perfectly parallel to the ground until each one nailed their intended target. Cute but powerful, they killed the curses on impact with an inky explosion before they even had a chance to touch grass.
It was more gratifying than any of her kills yet today, satisfaction hitting deep in the same place where Satoru’s cock felt like it was lodged all the way up in her chest. She clenched around him with an uninhibited moan.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Satoru spoke through his grin, grip on her ass flexing painfully tight.
“Yeah,” Suguru breathed, turning her attention back to Satoru’s neck, biting at the space below his ear and scraping her nails over the back of his neck.
“One more.” Another mass of cursed energy launched behind Suguru’s back and Satoru let out a noise like it physically brought him pleasure. “Got ‘em.”
He pulled Suguru back off his shoulder and brought their lips together, desperate and unable to decide which part of her he wanted to clutch. When his hands fell back to her hips, they moved her into a rise and fall that had Suguru suddenly sprinting toward an end.
“You’re so sexy in kill mode,” Satoru growled into her jugular like he was going to rip it open with his incisors. He squeezed hard at the meat of her thigh, hard enough that she had hope she’d find fingerprint reminders there tomorrow. “Want you to crush me with these things.”
Eyes pressed closed, Suguru made a sharp, affirmative noise at the thought.
“I could.”
Satoru went oddly quiet. When his voice returned, it was sure, cracked with need.
“I’d let you.”
Suguru opened her eyes and furrowed her brow. Satoru was staring straight at her, lips parted, clear, bright eyes searching her face to see if she understood. Something dark and dangerous swirled in her stomach.
“Kill me,” he said, breathier in clarification. “I’d let you.”
Suguru seized involuntarily around his cock while the rest of her body stuttered and went slack. With his technique and his ego running ‘round the clock, Satoru was largely impervious to death. Drunk on pussy, he couldn’t mean what he’d said, yet the idea burned a hole through her mind in the time it took to recover.
She raised her finger gun to face height and pointed it at the side of Satoru’s head. When he didn’t throw her off or rip her limb from limb, she licked her lips.
“Okay.”
Gathering cursed energy beneath her skin, she slowly approached his temple, waiting for him to fight back, come to his senses and stop her. The grip on her ass tightened, the speed and strength with which he slammed her down onto his cock swelled, but his awed face and composure didn’t waver.
He wasn’t lying – he’d let her do it.
Suguru swallowed a lump in her throat and flushed hotter with a new rush of adrenaline. The shock melted from her features, leaving behind that look of unapologetic intent to kill that Satoru loved so much as her finger neared his forehead. His eyes focused on hers, hopelessly devoted, and stayed that way until her fingertip touched down and everything collapsed.
It was skin to skin contact, not an infinity between them in even the most dangerous of circumstances. Point blank trust.
She could have fired a deadly blast from the moment she raised her hand, and Satoru was no stranger to having things pointed at him with lethal ambition; it wasn’t the fact that she’d delivered death to his doorstep, she instantly knew.
It was a rare, true threat born of love, the skin on skin that made him crumple.
The softest touch of her fingertip – the only person who held the power to make death real, powerful because he’d allowed it to be so – made him come.
Suddenly far less composed, he bucked upward, twitching against her walls as he flooded her full and hot with cum. A choked out moan, a curse, and her name all fell from his lips, heavy eyelids fighting against his desperate need to watch his would-be killer as she began to fall apart on his cock.
“Oh- I’m-”
The threatening energy dissipated from Suguru’s raised hand, the nails of the other scratching a line down Satoru’s clothed chest as her eyes rolled back and her jaw stretched wide. Pleasure exploded out from her core where Satoru’s cock pressed deep inside. He grabbed her by the dangling wrist, yanking it to his lips to kiss her knuckles with his eyes blown wide as she ground her hips in frantic circles through the end of their orgasms.
Neither could speak, so high on danger and endorphins that the air ran thin.
Suguru panted as the uncomfortable stillness settled back in her bones, collapsing against him with her nose at his neck. She looked around the courtyard from where her head slumped on his shoulder. The panthers were laid down to each side licking their wounds with no curses in sight.
“I can’t sense anything else,” she finally said, “can you? I think we-”
“We should do that more often,” Satoru slurred, clearly unworried about any further threat.
Suguru pulled back to deliver a glare. The muscles in her legs and back screamed, and Satoru just smiled.
“No, I think we got 'em all.”
“Good,” she muttered, falling back against his chest.
They separated slowly, cum seeping out between them and down her leg as she convinced her legs to stand. She let the remains of her skirt back out of the waistband, dirty and ripped up the outside of her leg to near pointlessness, and rebuttoned her shirt. When she bent to pick her panties up from the grass, she gave Satoru a mostly unintentional show.
“Do another heel kick,” he grinned, reclining back against the pedestal with his hands clasped in his lap. He looked at her over his newly reapplied sunglasses. “Before you put those on.”
Suguru raised her hand, waiting only long enough to be sure he’d had time to kick infinity back on to launch a cuttlefish straight at his head.