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The moon illuminated the black sky, almost oppressive in its fullness. You shuddered, feeling the cold air prick your skin as you marched through the night towards your destination.
You skimmed through the details of the mission on your way there, but essentially, the case required yourself and Nanami Kento to exorcise two semi grade 2 spirits which were causing disturbances in an abandoned apartment complex.
Easy enough , you figured.
Your technique allowed you to channel and expel energy via a cursed scythe that had been in possession of your family for over a century. Typically, you would just channel cursed energy, although your reverse cursed technique allowed you to channel kinetic and emotional energy as well. You hardly had to use your reverse curse technique though, usually spirits were easy enough to defeat without it.
For the most part, fellow sorcerers considered you to be very capable. Nonetheless, the higher-ups insisted on pairing you up with other sorcerers- especially Nanani Kento. You weren't sure if it was due to plain old misogyny or if they still doubted your abilities. You couldn't deny that a part of you resented being paired up with Nanami, another semi first grade sorcerer. Not to mention, he was incredibly stoic and a stickler for the rules. He seemed to always have the same uninterested expression on his face, even way back in high school.
Normally, you could see through people like glass, but something about him was unclear - foggy, even. You weren't too sure what to think of him, and he never attempted to make himself clear to you either.
"Good evening, Y/N," Nanami said in the most neutral tone one could muster. God, you couldn't stand him.
"Hey, what's up, Nanami," You smiled at him despite your frustrations.
He mumbled a response, and you made your way inside the crumbling, damp building. You could feel your allergies starting up- as if this mission wasn't enough of a pain in the ass.
"Okay, let's get this done with," you sighed.
Nanami nodded in agreement.
"Y/N, you can take the first floor, I'll head upstairs," he stated, not even waiting for a response as he made his way towards the stairs.
Asshole , you thought to yourself. Still, you were glad that he would be staying out of your way. Ideally, you would be able to knock out the spirit quickly and get on with your night.
Originally, you had a date planned, but of course, that was canceled at the last minute.
I should be getting laid right now, You mused to yourself. Nonetheless, this was your primary source of income, and saying no to a mission wasn’t going to help your bank account.
THRWWWP
Wood and cement crashed down, a large, gnarly looking spirit following it. It let out an unholy screech before lunging towards you.
Without a second thought You swung your scythe as if it were just a reflex, sending a wave of cursed energy at it. The spirit doubled over, and before it could reciprocate the attack, you channeled more energy into your weapon.
Putting all of your weight and energy into your hands, you cut into the curse- slicing it in half and therefore destroying it.
You took a deep breath of relief.
"Hey! Nanami, I took one out." You shouted upstairs, unsure if he could hear you.
You debated if you should head up and help him, or if you should just wait it out. Before you could decide, footsteps thumped down the stairs.
"Done." He said simply.
"That was too easy," You laughed, "Y'know, the students could have handled that."
"They're already on another mission, I believe." Nanami replied.
"True, I guess we're picking up the slack, ironically enough" You noted. Nanami smiled slightly in response.
"There's an Izakaya nearby, why don't we get a drink or something?" You're not sure why you ask, but for some reason you decided you wanted to get drunk tonight.
"That sounds like a good idea, Y/N," Nanami agreed, to your surprise.
The Izakaya was dimly lit, and the voracious atmosphere hung over you like fog. You kind of loved it, you hadn't gone out to drink with someone in a while- let alone a man
"So, you're a beer enthusiast?" Nanami raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised.
"It depends on my mood, honestly." You sipped your ice cold beer, relenting in its bitter but satisfying taste.
"I'm not surprised you like whiskey on the rocks, though," You teased.
"Really?" He seemed amused, a smile begun to form on his normally neutral mouth.
“Yeah, like-” you took another swig, “you just have that vibe,”
“Hmm.” Was all he said.
You could feel heat rising to your face, and your inhibitions began to lower. You could feel that classic happy-go-lucky drunkenness take over, and silently prayed you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.
“Why do you think we always get paired up on missions?” You questioned.
“I usually request you,” Nanami replied, quite matter-of-factly.
“Huh.” You were dumbfounded, all this time- was it because Nanami had requested you?
“Well, you’re easy to work with, you simply go about and do what needs to be done.”
“Huh.” Was all you could say.
“I hope that doesn’t bother you. I only asked when I needed a partner.” Nanami seemed to be completely unaware of the impact that this information had on you.
Did this mean that the majority of missions you take is due to Nanami? While you were bitching and moaning about him, he was unintentionally keeping your ass employed?
“I had no idea,” Your face was still red, but this time for a different reason. You could feel embarrassment pumping through you. You hated every second of it.
“Is something the matter?” Nanami asked, very clearly concerned, “I’m sorry if that was inappropriate of me-”
“The majority of my missions are with you.” You said, trying not to let the tremble in your voice be too obvious.
“Oh.” Nanami, for once, seemed dumbfounded.
“I’ve only been put on three other cases without you this year, or I’m put on reserve.” You could feel tears welling up in eyes, “Those sexist fucks.”
“I’m so sorry-”
“And the funny thing is, while I was so busy being pissed at you- you were the only one keeping my sorry ass employed,” you laughed bitterly. Nanami looked down at the floor, you couldn’t quite make out the expression on his face.
“Listen, if it makes you feel any better, all your peers think you’re incredibly talented.” Nanami lamely attempted to uplift you.
“That doesn’t pay my bills though, does it.”
“I guess not.”
Before Nanami could say anything else, you waved down the waitress. You’ll be damned if you don’t drink your sorrows away.
“Hey, can I get another round? Oh, and let's do two tequila shots.” You smiled at the young woman, as if your entire self-esteem hadn’t just shattered.
“Y/N-” Nanami’s brows furrowed,
“Don’t worry, this round is on me” You smiled at him, as if to reassure him.
“I’m really sorry about this, but listen lots of sorcerers don’t get put on cases unless absolutely necessary- especially the useful ones.”
“Nanami,” You put a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t feel sorry for me, I’ll get over it. Let’s just drink and have a good time.”
He flashed a smile at you, and down the shot that had just been placed on the table moments ago.
Despite the slight mood ruiner he had dropped earlier, you still had a good buzz going. The liquor had started to taste like “fucking nanami into the bed is a great idea.” You weren’t sure if it was because you were feeling pathetic and needed an ego boost, or you were always this into him- but he was starting to become irresistible.
“Nanami,” you move to seat besides him, putting mouth mere inches from his ear, “How about we go to mine after this round,”
He turned to look at you, his cheeks were beginning to turn pink. You wondered if it was due to the liquor or your hand that was slowly moving up his thigh.
“Y/N, are you sure? You're not drunk, right-” you cut his sentence off with a passionate, albeit sloppy kiss.
Nanami looked at you, for the second time this evening dumbfounded. He hastily waved the waitress over for the check, and squeezed your inner thigh.
“I swear to God, Nanami,” you muttered, “I’m gonna fuck you so good,”
He kissed you in response, then swiftly got up from the booth. You could tell he was excited for your escapades tonight.
Once you had made it to your apartment, Nanami wasted no time tearing your clothes off you. You were taken aback, not expecting him to be so passionate.
“Things I’m going to do you,” He groaned. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long,”
“Tell me,” You could feel your chest fill with a sense of pride, knowing that this man had wanted you for so long, even though you were totally unaware. “God, I need to know how you touched yourself to me,”
By now, both your clothes had been scattered across the floor, like a makeshift trail from your front door to the bedroom. Nanami’s hands gripped you, as if you were going to run away. Like I’d do that , you thought. His hardness was pressing up against your thigh, the heat of it searing into you like a brand.
“Remember when we studied together? I always wanted to hike your slutty little skirt up to your waist, then bend you over the desk while everyone watched.” He spoke those words like a sacred prayer, neediness clinging to each syllable.
“Why didn’t you,” you teased. The fantasy was hot, and you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about him as well.
“Nanami, did you specially request me as your partner because you had so much faith in me?” you smiled mischieveously, “or maybe you just wanted to get me alone, in a vulnerable position”
His expression darkened, you weren’t sure if you had hit the nail on the head or what, but some fucked up part of you relished in the idea of stoic, stuck-up Nanami secretly having a dirty, depraved side to him. It made your pussy throb even harder than before.
“Fuck, Y/N,” He exhaled, “Is that your fantasy? Me taking advantage of you?.”
You auibly moaned, you wanted to see how far you could take this, how much could you ruin Perfect Nanami?
“That’s not even the worst of it” you unbuckled his pants, “I want you spit on me-”
You demonstrated by spitting a nice glob of saliva on his already glistening cock, and began to kiss the head gently.
“And piss on me,” you looked up at him, your eyes were met with a facial expression that seemed torn between aroused and disgusted. Your thighs were getting damper as you could tell he was somewhat put off by your disgusting display.
The head of his cock began bobbing in and out of your mouth, trails of saliva began to drip from your mouth onto your chest.
“Mmmm,” you moaned, “You’re so big, Nanami-senpai, I might choke.”
You forced the length of his cock thurther down your throat, loudly gagging and retching on it. Naively, you thought that Nanami would pull away out of fear of you vomiting on it, but instead he pushed the full length down your throat.
“HNNG” tears began to pour out, mixing with mascara and sweat. You knew that if you could see yourself, that you would be ashamed, even by your own standards.
“If you dare throw up, I’ll mop it up with your face,” Namani threatened.
Truthfully, you were loving every second of this. Your stuck-up partner was unravelling in front of your eyes, and it made you wetter than humanly possible.
“You’re fucked up in the head,” Nanami began to thrust into your mouth, “You have no sense of self-preservation- acting like a deplorable slut to the man keeping you employed.”
You began to rub your clit senselessly. Nanami was giving you exactly what you needed, you were easily the most turnt on you have ever been.
“If you don’t make me come, i’m rescinding my request for you as my partner.” Nanami thrusted hard into your mouth again, this time causing bile to rise up your throat. He pulled out before you actually threw up, causing you to sputter and spit up on yourself. You felt disgusting and
worthless- yet better than you’ve felt in a very long time.
“You would be on the streets if it weren’t for me, right?” Nanami lifted you and put you on the bed. “Selling your dirty little pussy for cheap.”
“Yes,” you affirmed, “I’d be a cheap slut, just a hole for anyone to use.”
“You already are.” Nanami stated succinctly. He pushed the tip of his large, veiny cock into your tight, sopping wet hole. He groaned in relief as he pushed past your entrance.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,”
“Fuck me, please please please-” You begged, almost sobbing out of desperation. You wanted him so desperately, to feel him fuck you until you were a screaming mess.
“Yes princess, since you asked so nicely” Nanami began to wildy thrust in and out of you, helping to take your already building orgasm to its pique.
“FUCK, oh my gooood,” You scream, he kept thrusting as you were coming. You could feel a build up starting in your walls, feeling another kind of release coming.
“Just like that, Nanami, shit,” You gasped, “I’m gonna squirt”
“Fuck, keep coming on my dick baby, don’t stop,” He encouraged, picking up the pace. He was grunting and breathing heavily, you could tell that he was also close. You could also feel yourself beginning to lose control, and the clear liquid began to spray out of you, soaking the sheets under you, as well as Nanami’s pelvis.
“You’re so filthy, Y/N,” Nanami thrust were getting sloppier, “I’m so close baby, I’m gonna finish right in you,”
He carried out a few more thrust, before tensing up and coming inside your already ruined pussy. His weight flopped on top of you, heavy but not unpleasantly.
“Wow, Nanami,” was all you could manage.
“Yeah,” He shifted onto the bed, seemingly exhausted. “That was incredible.”
You both layed there, processing what just took place. Your body ached, the adrenaline now worn off as you tried to decide your next move.
“Why don’t we take a shower?” Nanami suggested.
“Yeah, why don’t we,” you smiled softly, still reveling in the afterglow of your orgasms.