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A black, perfectly tailored suit, matched with a burgundy dressing shirt and a black tie. That's the new look Nanami Kento is wearing, now that he wasn't a Jujutsu sorcerer anymore. Instead he followed the course of Geto Suguru.
Even while Nanami had still been part of the “good side”, he was struggling with the sorcerer world. Classicism, narcissism, misogyny. All parts he spotted all too often with the people around him. Maybe he would’ve taken on another way, if his best friend Yu Haibara — the personification of a ray of sunshine — didn’t get killed on a mission. This was the first part to break him, the first moment he felt his hope for this world vanish. The second was Suguru Geto leaving to become a curse user, not because he had been deliberately close to Geto - unlike Gojo Satoru, who was still suffering from the loss of his own best friend - but close enough to wonder why Geto seemed so much happier and at ease with his decision.
At first Nanami tried leaving the world of jujutsu sorcery behind him completely, to work a normal corporate job. The first year it seemed like his plan was working. He did feel better than before, but at the same time an empty feeling was spreading out within him. Nanami was only living for work, only focused on money.
Geto’s peaceful face came back to his mind. This fulfillment was what he wanted to feel, a sense of purpose, of belonging. Last time he felt this was with Haibara and after his death he’d probably never feel like this again.
But what if he tried another approach?
His colleagues weren't just peers; they were predators circling, their eyes glinting with a shared, singular desire: his downfall. Nanami despised all of them, just like he despised their boss; that annoying clown with the fake American accent.
It took Nanami one bad night, only one to snap.
He came to his senses when he stood in a pool of blood, corpses piling around him. Contorted faces and empty eyes looking back at him, while his own tired eyes scanned around him. The walls and windows were splattered in dark red drops, almost like a painting that stretched along the Skyline of Shinjuku. The dark bags beneath his eyes were worse than before, but his tense shoulders seemed to ease up for once in his life, while his straightened back slumped slightly, until there was a knock on the office door.
His eyes widened in shock. Was he found out already? He turned towards the door, pulling up the dull sword he had in his hand. What does one more death matter?
But instead of coming face to face with a person stepping in, whose eyes would widen in fear and whose lips might leave a blood curdling scream, Nanami was faced with something much gentler. Plush, red-painted lips that curled into an understanding smile. Friendly eyes, so opposite to the agonizing sight in front of them. You stepped into the room that's filled with slaughter and yet you didn't even flinch.
“Nanami Kento?”, your voice was soft, quiet and even, as if an angel was coming for him — No, not an angel. A demoness. What angel would come to him after this sin?
“Who's asking?”, he shot back, voice a deep rumble as usual. It wasn't shaking, it wasn't cracking. Nanami felt as if he was in a delirium while killing, but he was aware that he had done this and for some reason, he was fine with it.
You chuckled at the immediate response and took another step towards him, heel hitting a puddle of blood, close to the head of a dead man.
You bowed down with respect and told him your name, before leaning up to look back at him. “I’m a follower of Master Geto. He commanded me to keep an eye on you, Mr. Nanami. Now that you've come this far, he'd be interested in having a talk with you.”
Keep an eye on him.
So you had been close to him for a while? He sighed and lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb.
“Suguru, huh?”, he addressed him with his first name out of habit. His eyes weren't on you, but even with his peripheral vision he was able to get a glimpse of your smile that never seemed to vanish.
Nanami took some time to sort his thoughts before his amber eyes focused back on you, on your warm gaze. He wondered what your powers were. Was there some kind of monster behind this beauty?
“What about the corpses?”, he asked, not even looking at the mess he'd made, only focused on you.
"There is no need for concern
I will handle this.”, you reassured him.
Nanami Kento agreed to meet up with Suguru Geto. In the end he decided to follow him. Did he support killing every non-curse user? No. Did he see them just as monkeys? No. But the imperfections of humanity frustrated him. The suffering all of them were going through. In the world of Jujutsu sorcery he'd lose more and more people. He'd suffer more and more. Maybe this way would be for the best.
~~~
Nanami got used to this new life. He started caring less and less about the people he killed. Coldness took over his presence. In one way he felt free, felt as if the responsibilities stopped pulling him down, but in another way he knew he was losing his humanity with every new kill. His heart was hard, just like his gaze.
He may not be as strong as Geto, but his presence was almost as imposing.
There was only one person who was able to slip beneath his hard shell and that was you. You who recruited him, you who was so ridiculously gentle even while being surrounded by monsters. That was his thinking until he had a mission with you. That day he learned of your power, how ruthless you are. How that sweet smile morphed into a sadistic grin, these red-painted lips that started staining with blood, while you ripped through your enemies. Bare hands were used to crack bones and tear off limbs.
A demoness indeed.
Yet Nanami couldn't help but feel drawn to you. Your existence fascinated him. How was such a frail being, smaller than him, slimmer than him, able to leave behind them such a wave of destruction.
“Berserk.”, you told him, while the two of you were sitting in a cafe as if you hadn't ripped apart people mere hours ago. “That's my power. I get the strength of a berserk to kill everything in my way. Of course, it isn't elegant enough to kill someone like Gojo Satoru, but it is helpful to eliminate little flies around to make the way easier.”
Nanami hummed in understanding, sipping on his cup of coffee as he listened to you. “Why did you follow Suguru? Do you agree with his views?”, he asked out of the blue.
You eyed him for a moment, sipping on your own cup of green tea. “Do you?”, you countered instead.
“No.”, he answered honestly, “but in one way or another I believe this world should be torn down. Be it of humans or curses.”
Your soft chuckle reached his ear and his own lips curled into a small smile. Only for a second, almost not traceable.
“Master Geto suspected as much. He doesn't care what motivation we have as long as we don't betray each other.”, you explained to him.
Your fingers started tracing the rim of your cup. Nanami was honest with you, maybe you'd be honest as well.
“I followed Master Geto to get away from my family. My powers are a very old legend, only usable for my clan. Therefore our life is arranged for us. Marriage, children, all aspects of my autonomy taken from me to ensure this power continues. I've always been told this was my responsibility, that I should just accept this, but I disagree.”, you explained to him.
It sounded awfully similar to what happened with Amanai Riko. An existence designed to serve someone else.
“Going berserk, it's-”, the air grew quiet, but your eyes seemed to shine, “it's euphoric. It's a thrill that is indescribable. I'm not some small spouse to be kept in a home and bred just so a male heir will come along. Master Geto accepted this.”
Nanami observed you with understanding and his lips curled into a small smile, more noticeable this time.
Your eyes widened in surprise for the first time since he knew you, probably because of his smile, and your lips immediately copied it. “So you can smile!”, you teased him, earning a blank face and scoff.
“I can indeed smile. There is just not much to smile about.”, Nanami retorted, making you chuckle.
“Cynical.”
~~~
Nanami Kento can’t ignore this any longer. The feelings he harboured for you, grew with every day and he was getting sick of suppressing them further. He decided for this life to be free and not to bound himself through his own morales. In the past he thought he wouldn’t get in a serious relationship, given how the world was evolving. More and more curses came into existence through the fears of non-curse users. Was he feeling as bitter about this situation as Geto? No. He was born into a family of non-curse users himself and could never eradicate them. It felt hypocritical to kill other innocent people — although, no, they were not innocent. The people Nanami killed were humans with a soul so black, they’d land in a place like hell either way. The world will be better without them present.
Either way, his thoughts are getting the best of him again. He wanted to ask you out, he just had to find a good way of how to. As a former gentleman he would have bought you flowers and asked you to drink a coffee with him, go to a nice restaurant or to cook together. Yet that didn’t seem to be the right approach this time, not after having killed so many people together. He could be more upfront now, and didn't need to be so polite and courteous.
He was determined to ask you out.
~~~
You were sitting next to Geto while he's talking to two non-curse users. One of the two women was suffering from a curse that was fondling her private parts. Not that she knew about it. She only felt tired, but often bothered and hot — that's how she explained it.
Your gaze strayed along the disgusting thing, before focusing back on the notepad you held in your hands.
It was a strong curse, probably from a traumatic experience in her past. The sole reason why Geto wanted to eradicate these “monkeys”: They always found new reasons to create curses.
“Shouldn't we fully exorcise it?”, you asked Geto, after he finished talking with the women.
His brown eyes focused back on you before he showed his usual close-eyed smile. He grabbed some sterilisation for his hands and rubbed them together. “I want to see what use the monkeys can have before I exorcise it.”, he answered in his usual calm and friendly tone.
You regarded him with a nod and handed him the notes you took during the session. He said his gratitude, but his attention snapped when the door to the grand hall opened.
The confident steps of Nanami filled the room and your lips immediately curled into a smile at the sight of him.
Geto eyed you for a moment, he had been suspicious of the two of you for some time now. Already while spying on Nanami you had noted one, too many times how handsome he looks. Geto knew what's up and couldn't help but smirk. He didn't mind of course. The opposite really. He always thought Nanami needed some action in his life. What better for that than a berserk?
“Did you get the information I asked of you?”, Geto directed towards Nanami. The other man's eyes were on you for just a moment too long, before he looked back towards Geto to answer: “Yes. One artifact is in Sapporo, the other in Okinawa.”
Geto sighed and rubbed his temple. “Truly in every edge of Japan, huh? Alright, thank you. You two are dismissed.”, he waved at them, needing to plan ahead with this new information.
~~~
You heard Nanami call after you and turned around to face him. “What can I do for you?”, you asked with a sweet smile on your lips.
Nanami's suit was sitting perfect as always, his shirt straining against his muscular chest. It was hard not to oogle at him for too long. His lips curled into an amused smirk at your stare, one thing he started doing more often recently, you noted.
“Will you go out with me?”, he asked straightforwardly, making you blink in surprise.
“You want to go on a date with me?”, you repeated to be completely sure.
“Indeed.”, Nanami answered calmly. His voice a deep rich rumble as usual. A soft sigh left your lips and a shiver ran down your back in delight. Finally.
“I'd love to.”
~~~
Kabukicho.
A side alley in the middle of the night. It isn't how you envisioned this to go, but you certainly weren't complaining as you felt Nanami thrust into you. His large veiny hands were grasping your hips and you felt him push deeper into you. You couldn't hide the pleased groan that left your lips while your walls clenched around his large cock.
"Fuck-", you moaned out, matching his movements with your hips. Your hands tried to get a steady grip on the wall in front of you, but you only slipped off through his relentless thrusts.
Nanami leaned forwards, his chest pressing against your back and one of his hands roamed up to feel along your stomach. His destination was your tits. He enclosed one of them for a nice squeeze before pinching your already stiff nipple between his thumb and index-finger to give it a harsh twirl. Another pleased moan escaped your lips as you were sent over the edge once more — you had lost count on how many times your walls clenched around his cock.
"Harder.", your voice was breathy and you only got it out between pants. You enjoyed the pain and you wanted more.
The large man huffed out of amusement and let his hand, that previously held your hips, glide down to cup your ass cheek. "Harder, huh?", his voice was a deep grumble as usual, sending a shiver down your spine.
As if awakening something in him, Nanami raised his hand from your tit to the nape of your neck. His grip was hard as he pushed you against the wall, cheek and tits against the hard bricks. The hand that had just been squeezing your ass moved up to rip open your shirt. You squealed in surprise, but it immediately turned into a moan when he rammed his cock back into you, his hand pushing you further against the wall, leading the material to scratch into your cheek and against your breasts. The sweet pain elicited more moans from you and as he thrusted his cock against your cervix your eyes rolled back as another shock roamed through your body. Your orgasm made your vision blurry and you felt fluids escape you and trail down your legs.
You heard a 'tsk' behind you before feeling a hard slap to your ass. You groaned, but couldn't move around since Nanami's other hand was still pressing your head into the wall.
"You stained my slacks, slut.", he growled, eliciting another moan from you.
Whatever has gotten into him, you loved it.
"I'm sorry.", you mumbled, although it was hard to form any coherent thoughts. He's still harshly thrusting into you, even after you came so hard.
Pants and groans filled the alley. It was extremely embarrassing that you couldn't stop your voice, but it just felt so good. Your fingers tried scratching into the wall, for naught, while his hips moved relentlessly against your own. You could see two or three bystanders glimpse into the alley, but it's not like you really cared who could see the two of you.
His hand, that was pressing you against the wall, now gripped your hair. He took a good portion of it to yank your head back, leading your back to press into his muscular chest. Your shirt was only barely holding onto your body after he had ripped it open, leaving you bare-chested to whoever passed by.
Nanami was fucking you harsher, his grip on your hair like iron. His other hand strolled down your stomach, under your skirt and into your panties — that he had just pushed to the side when he started fucking you. His long digits started trailing around your sensitive nub to find the right position. Once he felt your walls clench around his length again, he knew how to proceed and started rubbing against your clit counter clockwise. You cried out in delight at the mix of rubs and thrusts. Your vision is filled with stars as Nanami sends you over the edge.
“Kento!”, you cried out his name while your eyes rolled back. Your walls clenched down around his cock, making him throb and twitch inside of you.
When he heard you shamelessly cry out his first name and felt the way your pussy started milking him, he couldn't hold back any longer. Nanami couldn't hold in his own moans when he thrusted as deep as he could, to paint your walls white, to make you utterly and completely his.
You gasped at the feeling of him cumming inside you and it immediately sent you over the edge again. The clenching proceeded to milk him and left him to pant and shiver at the feeling.
“Fuck…”, Nanami growled. He let go of your hair and hips to hug your waist, leaning down to bury his head in the crook of your neck.
“You're amazing, my angel.”, his voice was a low growl. Little kisses were placed along your neck, eliciting a sweet giggle from you. His cock was still hidden inside of you, slowly softening after his intense orgasm.
Your breath came out in ragged pants while you slowly calmed down from the ecstasy you had just been in. “That was fun, although you didn't seem like the type when I was spying on you.”, it was a statement to tease him and Nanami chuckled in response.
“I wasn't, but I won't hold back in my life anymore. I want you. And I will take you as often as I can.”
His statement made your heart skip a beat. You turned around to place your arms around his neck, your bare breasts pressing against his clothed chest.
“You have me
and you'll always have me.”
With that Nanami leaned down to press his lips against yours in a proper kiss. He'd never let you go now.
You are his and he is yours.