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On a mission alone with Nanami, one of your favorite places to be. You worked so well together, easily matching and balancing each other's energy. Not to mention the butterflies that bloomed in your stomach when you were around him.
You’d been assigned on the mission together because it was deemed a bit too problematic for the students. As a teacher’s assistant you had a few more years of experience under your belt, and an appropriate age for the situation.
You’d been sent to a region outside the city that was very well known for its mature night life. Every night the air was thick with lust and the streets ran with couples rushing from clubs and bars to elaborate love hotels galore.
Naturally, this manifested some interesting curses.
Nanami, ever the efficient worker, was quick to cut to the chase when you arrived. You quickly maneuvered through the abandoned hotel. It was in complete ruin, and had become a hub for low level curses.
The job was easy enough. Everything had gone smoothly until you found yourself cornered alone in a room. The curse before you was a horrific sight, a bright pink mass of flailing limbs and hungry mouths. Ever since you’d stepped into the room something felt different. The air felt thick around you and in your throat, and there was a smell you couldn’t quite place. It didn’t smell unpleasant, just unusual. You wrote it off as an oddity of the ruined building.
Nonetheless, you pushed forward. If anything, the challenge gave you the chance to prove yourself to Nanami. You were always so eager to please him, after all. So you fought diligently in hopes that you might earn his praises.
That was up until your legs started to give out. You collapsed onto the floor with frustration. You’d almost had it too! So, you tried your hardest to fight against the tremors wracking your frame and the fuzzy feeling you felt all over. But your legs just wouldn’t work.
You were quickly forced to accept the fact that you couldn’t fight anymore. When you swallowed your pride and called for Nanami it didn’t sound reminiscent of the situation you were in. No, it was rather that you were mewling his name through the phone. His breath hitched in his chest when he heard you.
Under any other circumstances hearing you like that would’ve reduced the man to a puddle. But this was cause for concern. You needed help, and he knew it was more than the suggestive kind you seemed to be requesting over the phone. You were in danger.
Within moments he came bursting into the room. He began to say your name, but was quickly sent into a coughing fit. It was worse than he thought. He’d heard of intoxicating curses like these before, but he’d never dealt with one hands on.
Curses like these were quite rare, and only manifested in areas with a particularly potent mix of human emotions. Emotions that resulted in a curse capable of dispensing airborne aphrodisiacs. It made sense that they would find one here. Nanami momentarily cursed himself for not thinking of it beforehand.
As he executed the curse Nanami tried not to inhale the substance, but it was damn near impossible without a gas mask. By the time the curse was dealt with he felt a certain ache prodding at his insides. But his condition was nowhere near as bad as yours. He couldn’t imagine how long you’d been inhaling the gas, completely unaware of its effects.
At this point you’d been reduced to a needy little thing. Nanami approached you with caution. He was unsure of how exactly to approach the situation, but he knew he needed to get you both out of this room to avoid further intoxication.
He crouched down next to you and spoke softly, his breathing slightly labored from exertion, “You did well, that was a strong one. C’mon we need to get you out of here.”
You quickly picked up on the praise. Yet, instead of your usual triumph, you felt something different. No, instead you felt a painful need swell deep inside of you. You absentmindedly registered the dampness between your legs. How strange.
Very gently he placed a hand on your shoulder and rolled you onto your back. You seemed to have a visceral reaction to the contact, audibly moaning in response. His eyes widened in response, his composure slipping momentarily. Boy, were you a sight for sore eyes.
You were looking up at him with big watery eyes. Eyes that believed he was your savior. Your gaze clung to him with such a heavy need that he swore he felt his heart skip a beat.
“Please, it hurts,” you whined. You sounded like you were close to tears, and, God, it did something to him.
Yet, your eyes were far from the worst of it. Your skirt was flipped up and you had both of your arms shoved between your legs. Your hips seemed to move on their own, rolling and grinding against your balled up fists through your underwear.
Nanami couldn’t help the flush creeping up his chest. The curse had done more damage than he realized. You cried and struggled, entirely unable to pleasure yourself. You had it bad, and there was no telling how long you would stay like this. There was a lot of it in your system.
All Nanami cared about was the fact that you were suffering. And he could hardly stand it. He drew in a deep breath and fought to collect himself. Nanami fought the chills that ran through him as he scooped you up bridal style. His firm arms held you in place while you squirmed and groaned against him.
Soon enough you were in the hallway, outside of the gas’s range. Nanami placed you gently on the hardwood floor, leaning your back against the wall, and doubled over. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to get a hold of his breathing. As for you, you were right back at it. You tugged at your clothing like it offended you.
“Hurts, please… Can’t-” you couldn’t even speak. You were completely numb to any sense of shame or logic. All you could do was obey the need that plagued you. You body moved on its own, you crumpled your uniform up and quickly resumed writhing against yourself.
Nanami felt like a deer in headlights watching you. It was impossible for him to keep up his professionalism like this. His head was spinning and he was incredibly aware of the tightening of his boxers. But you were the priority, he needed to get you somewhere safe. The car was too far, there were multiple flights of stairs to descend, he’d never get you there safely in this state. Additionally, your noises would surely attract any nearby curses, making you an easy target. You just needed to be temporarily sated. He needed to shut you up long enough to make it to the car, then he would figure things out from there.
Nanami took a deep breath, as if to prepare mentally. ‘It’s strictly for convenience.’ He thought to himself, a pathetic excuse concocted to soothe his worries. 'Yeah, this is basically first aid.’ He shifted to sit at your side, ignoring the friction of his pants against his oversensitive groin.
He practically cooed in your ear, “Shh, I’m gonna help you, okay?”
You looked like you could cry.
Gently, oh so gently, Nanami sat you up with your back against his chest, tucked between his legs. You were already whimpering and pressing yourself up against him, he hadn’t even begun to touch you.
He placed a hand on your lower stomach and used the other to tilt your head up, holding your jaw in place.
“I need you to be quiet, okay?” he whispered.
It was no use. You had no control over your voice anymore. Just the action of him maneuvering you had you keening. The way your noises echoed through the hallway sent chills down Nanami’s spine. He couldn’t have you attracting attention like this.
He clicked his tongue and came to the only logical conclusion.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, it’s for your own good.”
And just like that you felt two of his broad fingers slide into your mouth. This time the sound of your moan was muffled. Perfect, the desired effect. Yet, this necessity only served to ignite a whole new fire in the both of you. You eagerly sucked and mouthed at the digits pressing against your tongue. Nanami flushed, desperately trying to ignore how your ministrations made him feel.
Slowly, but firmly, he tried to get a hold on your evermoving body. He draped your legs over his own, spreading them with ease. This needed to be as quick as possible. He couldn’t waste time savoring you, and it made his heart ache. He’d never admitted his romantic interest in you to himself, but the emotional effect this was having on him was evident. He’d tried not to mix personal affairs with his work, but you’d been making that difficult since you walked into his classroom mere months ago. In a perfect world he’d been a gentleman. One who’d courted you properly before sticking his hand down your panties.
Even as he hiked up your skirt and slid his hand down to the waistband of your panties he couldn’t stop those thoughts. Not like this. You deserved much better than getting fingered in an abandoned building.
The second he felt you his inhibitions slipped into the back of his mind. You were so warm and unbelievably wet. If you weren’t so out of it you would’ve felt his cock perk up against your back. He drove forward with a new hunger, a new lust untouched by his romanticism.
He slid his fingertips up and down through your slit. As if he was playing a game and collecting as much slick as possible. Your entire cunt was coated with it soon enough, and your underwear were certainly ruined. The longer this went on for the more you started to writhe. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t amusing how you jumped and yelped every time he ghosted over your clit.
But to tease and longer would only be cruel. At this point your chin and his finger were both coated with drool. So he redirected his attention to your clit. It was swollen and firm under his fingertips as rolled it. Back and forth. Back and forth. Ever so gently. He even started to mutter encouraging words into your ear from where his chin rested on your shoulder.
It was nothing more than doting, with the frequent “I know”s and “Shh, I’ve got you”s, but it had you going crazy. He tried his best to hold you in place, but you just wouldn’t stop squirming.
Every time he swiped his fingers from side to side over your bud it felt like you’d been struck by lightning. Nanami couldn’t help but groan as you bucked back against him. He was subconsciously glad to be a man with self control, because he would’ve loved nothing more than to completely ravish this very moment.
Before long Nanami had started to alternate between teasing your entrance and your clit. He began prodding against the slit, as if testing the waters. He tested your reaction, and quickly learned that it was an overly positive one. Soon enough he pressed in a finger, just the tip of it. You nearly bit off the fingers in your mouth, choking out a moan.
“Mm, you like that, huh?” he groaned.
Nanami had started to lose himself in pleasuring you. This was no longer a means to an end. No, he was finding great irresistible pleasure in toying with you. In fact he started to lose sight of the end goal, to get you to come as soon as possible, and satisfy you long enough to make it to the car.
No, instead he was forcing your legs open wider and grinning to himself as he inched his finger in deeper. Later he could blame his misbehavior on the curse, he had been affected after all.
But to you, the intrusion was eagerly accepted, and he could feel it in the way you fluttered around him. It was so easy to slide himself into you, and thanks to that curse you were quickly welcoming a second finger.
His fingers were alien to you, so much bigger and rougher than your own. And when he curled them against your walls it had you seeing stars. He quickly found a steady rhythm within you. Although your voice was stifled, there was nothing that could be done to muffle the slick squelch coming from your pussy. You could both hear every movement of his hand as it rocked deeper and deeper into you.
Being inside of you had Nanami’s head spinning, and he began rambling a string of mindless chatter. He was calling you pretty, telling you how good you felt, and endlessly praising you. It felt as if you might implode. It was all you ever fantasized about, and combined with your heightened sensitivity you were quickly hurdling towards the edge. And Nanami could feel it. You began to clamp down on his fingers like a vice. A sick grin started to creep across his face, and you could hear it in his voice.
“You getting close, baby? I can feel it.”
Oh God, the pet name. He’s only ever referred to you formally before now. Here was no denying how gone he truly was if he was letting language like that slip out so effortlessly, but you didn’t give a shit about any of that. Nanami just called you baby, and in the most deliciously doting tone you’d ever heard.
You never wanted the cool collected Nanami to return, as hot as he was.
As he continued to assault that special spot inside you, you found yourself tumbling over the edge, arched into his touch and screaming. He hissed as you bit down on his fingers, you had three of them in your mouth now, but never stopped. You rode out the entirety of your orgasm on his demanding fingers. He continued to deliver the final blows to your walls until you were completely finished, reduced to a panting shaking mess slumped against him.
You only had mere moments to melt into Nanami before he stiffened up his posture. He removed his soaked hands from your holes and quickly wiped them clean with his handkerchief. He even delicately wiped the drool off of your chin.
It was a physical recollection of himself. You saw him fix his foggy crooked glasses, heard him clear his throat, and just like that he was Mr. Nanami again.
Except for the raging boner in his pants, of course.
Before your refractory period was up Nanami had draped you in his suit jacket and scooped you up into his arms once again. You simply hid your face against him and caught your breath as he carried you, completely out of it. Before you knew it you were curled up in the backseat of Nanami’s car, much to his relief. Your face smushed against the leather of the seat despite his best efforts to sit you upright.
Sometime later, you became acutely aware of his suit jacket draped over you, the sticky feeling of your need between your thighs, and the gentle rocking of the moving car. You rubbed your eyes and found Nanami’s face in the rearview mirror. The sight of him only reminded you of earlier and tore a whimper from your throat.
You detected the slightest crack in Nanami’s stone cold expression. You had no idea where you were going, all you were aware was the need between your legs growing once more from a low simmer to a raging fire. Yet, you don’t reach out to touch him, instead you find solace in the scent of his jacket. You bury your face into it, letting out little whines.
Your body starts to move on its own. Your legs squeeze together repeatedly, and your hips develop a mind of their own. You hardly notice when Nanami sighs and begins to slow the car. You’re moaning in full frustration by the time you realize you’ve stopped. Where were you? On the side of the road in the middle of nowhere? Parked in an alley or parking garage?
Oh well, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about any of that. You were starting to become a disturbance to Nanami’s driving. He hardly thought he could transport you safely when every noise you made had him nearly creaming his pants. You really were not aware of your volume level. And every glance in the mirror showed you touching yourself to the scent of him. Nanami thought he’d go crazy.
So, as he climbed into the back of the SUV, you couldn’t help but mewl and reach out for him. There were those eyes again, you gave those big sad eyes, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle. He crawled to hover over you in the backseat. Then he gingerly pushed his jacket to the floor, revealing your form. He saw the way you’d completely soaked through your panties and felt himself twitch.
“Sweet girl,” he cooed, “Come here.”
You couldn’t help but sniffle a bit as he slid your panties off. It just hurt so bad, and nothing you did satiated it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whined into his shoulder. The cool air on your bare pussy sent shivers through you. He made soothing shushing noises and pet your hair softly.
He scooted you back on the seat, laying you flat on your back. You were horrified to see Nanami break away from you, and he could see it. You looked so broken and he’d barely moved.
“Shh, I’m gonna take care of you.”
He brushed his thumb across your cheek one last time before directing all his attention below the belt. Your skirt had been flipped up once again, and now he was face to face with your cunt. You felt the warmth of his shaky breath against it. You were glistening and so visibly aroused. Nanami swore he’d never seen a needier pussy before, not even in porn.
He rolled up his sleeves, tossed his glasses aside, and maneuvered your thighs to rest on his shoulders. You cried out at even the gentle kiss he pressed against your mound. That kiss led him to start licking up the mess you’d made. Up and down, he licked long stripes across your lips and inner thighs. Everywhere except for where you needed him. He moaned at every taste he got, the vibrations making you twitch.
It wasn’t long before you tangled your fingers in his hair. Undoing his slick hairstyle even further. Every little tug egged him on further, adding to his own pleasure. After a particularly rough tug you finally felt something against your clit, and you nearly screamed. The perfect point of his nose rubbed against your bud as his tongue licked and prodded into your entrance.
He pressed his tongue in as far as he could, and sucked harshly when he could reach in no further, putting his whole jaw into the movement. Every time he pressed forward you felt the harsh nudge of his nose against your clit, just before it was pulled away.
You were in torturous bliss. Your body arched up to meet him in tandem with his motions, your thighs shaking violently.
He took great pleasure in eating you out, which was evident to you in his frequent groans. Yet, what you couldn’t notice was the subconscious bucking of his hips. Nanami had begun to roll his hips up against his zipper relentlessly. It provided him with the sliver of friction he so desperately needed, and he could feel himself soaking his boxers. His eyes even began to roll back into his head. He swore your slick was like his own personal aphrodisiac. Was that possible? Could the curse have that effect? He’d have to find a non-humiliating way to ask Shoko later.
A change to his methods only came when you twitched and yanked his hair a bit harder than normal, which earned a moan from him. As you yanked his head upwards his tongue was repositioned onto your clit itself. Why he hadn’t been doing this the whole time, you had no idea, because on impact you were practically screaming.
He immediately began kissing and suckling at the bud. He alternated between flat tongued licks and deep suction. As he did so your voice started to break, but you didn’t notice that. Just like you didn’t notice the fat hot tears that started rolling out of your eyes.
Your cries got higher and more pathetic as he went on. Every suckle felt more intense than the last and every lick rolled your clit over in the most perfect way.
Here there was nothing to muffle your noises, much to Nanami’s pleasure. Because as he heard you get higher and whinier and infinitely more desperate, he found himself getting nearer and nearer to the edge.
So, when you choked out noises of undeniable crying, he was quickly sent hurling into his own orgasm, with his own hips bucking wildly. His mouth remained latched onto your clit like his life depended on it, and his gruff moans and heavy exhales had a great effect on you.
These sensations melded with those of his mouth sucking you up, and before you knew it you were coming with reckless abandon. You choked out a broken scream and twisted the roots of his hair. Nanami caught on with a moan and got right to sucking you through it. Your body arched up and pressed into him, practically riding his face as you were overtaken by a wave of pleasure.
And Nanami only popped off of your clit when he felt you throbbing and swatting him away with languid movements and labored breath.
He lifted his head with half lidded eyes and heavy panting. He really did look intoxicated, and the entire bottom of his face was shining with your slick. The last thing you saw before slipping out of consciousness was Nanami holding eye contact while pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.
Though, like the gentleman he was, Nanami was sure to wipe you clean to the best of his ability, completely soaking his handkerchief. Oh well, a small price to pay.
Soon you were fast asleep and tucked under his jacket once more. You looked so peaceful, and it made his heart ache that bittersweet ache once more. He allowed himself to be selfish one last time, and placed a chaste kiss to your cheek before returning to the driver’s seat.