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The fresh scarlet blood from your wounds coated onto your white button up blouse and black skirt. It trickled down from your face and from your nostrils, which you smeared onto your lips. However, you didn't care much about your rugged attire. You were too enervated to clean off the blood.

At the casino you and Nanami visited, two semi-grade 1 cursed spirits emerged, leaving the both of you to handle them. The mission was successful, however, the fight turned bloody. Thankfully, there were no fatalities and everybody escaped as the two of you worked together to exorcise the cursed spirits. After handling the mission, the both of you head inside a random hotel room to soothe your wounds. Nanami's dark suit was tainted in blood as well as his face.

You leaned against the wall, clutching onto the side of your stomach. Your chest heaved rhythmically, up and down, where the thumping beat of your heart rushed in your head. It took awhile for the pain to finally subside, stabilizing your body and gaining your physical energy back. Your gaze drifts to Nanami across from you trying to catch his breath. His blonde hair fell over his eyes as he faced the ground, gripping onto his biceps.

"You alright?" you asked.

Nanami rubs the back of his neck and sighed. "Nothing major. You?"

"Nah. . . I'm fine."

You throw your head back onto the wall and folded your arms. Nanami has been your partner at Jujutsu Tech for awhile, working hand in hand during missions as successful grade 1 sorcerers. The relationship between you and him have been kept strictly professional under the working environment. However, the other day, Gojo confronted you about something he noticed about him.

"

I've seen the way he looks at you

," he smirked. "

Damn. If only somebody like him looked at me the way he looks at you

."

"

Huh?

" you frowned.

"

Oh don't play dumb now ' even Itadori and the others noticed! You and Nanami working together but sadly can't admit your feelings because of the strict policies from the higher-ups. That's tragic

. . ."

You refrain from your thoughts after hearing the flick of a match nearby. Your gaze falls on Nanami again, who was lighting up a cigarette perched on his lips. One hand fumbled in his pockets, the other holding the cigarette between his fingers.

You watched him inhale that grey stench, studying his sharp features flourishing with his blood. "Really? Inside the hotel room?"

The wisps of the smoke he exhaled twirled to a silver-blue. "I'm upset," he replies.

"Hm? Why's that?"

Nanami eyes attach onto yours, the tension of gazing into his dark eyes sent your body into ice. He clutched his fist, holding onto the silk red tie he wrapped around his knuckles from earlier. On that same wrist revealed his expensive watch.

"We had to go overtime for this shit," he sighed. "You should already know by now I hate that."

"Well damn," you scoffed, standing up straight from the wall. "I wasn't even paying attention to the time."

Blood was soaking onto your sleeves from the large cut on your arm. "Not surprised," he said, watching the fabrics of your blouse seeping into a dark red. "You know you're still bleeding, right?"

"Oh I know that," you roll your eyes as you checked your arm. "You're still bleeding too. After being injured you decide to smoke?"

"Yeah," he answered bluntly. "Too lazy to walk to the balcony outside."

You push yourself off the wall, drawing near to him with a half smile. Slick blood dribbled from the sharp cut on his cheek, unbothered to even clean it off. No matter how rough he looks, you always found him attractive from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions he gives. Being covered in blood while smoking a cigarette has never looked this sexy to you.

N

anami's eyes suddenly slide over to you. There has never been a single person in existence like you that elevated confidence and deviousness into a form of art as a Jujutsu sorcerer. It intrigues him every time he watches you, scheming intellectual plans and possessing brilliant skills during missions.

He clenches his jaw, the muscles of his cheekbones tightening like he had a bunch of thoughts. Thoughts specifically about you. It drove him crazy; that push and pull feeling of longing to be near you, to finally have you. The pure torture of never admitting his feelings infused with his boost of cursed energy from going overtime earlier. It was like an adrenaline rush assorting with stress.

He felt frustrated.

You sigh down at the ground. "What should we do in the meantime?"

Nanami walked over to the wooden counter, smudging the fiery tip of the cigarette into the ashtray to burn it out. "Not sure," he replies calmly, slowly slipping his blazer off.

"Maybe we should rest," you insisted. You leaned against the wall again where Nanami stood nearby and sighed.

Silence fills the atmosphere. Everything felt too intense to make a move. Nanami hesitated for a bit, wondering his eyes among the dimmed hotel room and back to you. Your eyes were shut as you breathed quietly in a relaxed state.

There grew those erratic thoughts again. The sight of you covered in splattered blood crawls under Nanami's skin as he stood before you. His expression feigned to nonchalance as he continued to trace over your figure, flawless and gleaming. In his life of robbed youth, Nanami has never felt this way about someone. A mixture of lust and intimacy, also known as his condemned desire.

She's beautiful

, he thought to himself.

Always has been. And will always be.

"Hey," he mutters under his breath, inching closer to your face.

"Yes '?"

Before you could fully open your eyes, you feel Nanami's lips clash onto yours. You didn't

protest. You didn't want him to stop. Your body fueled with heat, enough to excite you. You gladly continue the kiss, rewarding him with a slight moan as he enters your mouth with his tongue.

After pulling away for a moment, your face was filled with astonishment. "Oh my," you swooned, your voice honeyed with seduction. "I thought you wanted to keep things professional between us, Nanami. . ."

"Fuck that," he grumbled under his breath, unwrapping the silk tie from his knuckles.

"You know, I've always wondered how you'd be in bed during overtime. It's a weird confession, but. . . it's worth asking right now," you chuckled.

Nanami's lips curled to a sly smirk, his body pressed against yours. "You've been waiting for this moment, huh."

"Maybe. . ." your face inches closer to his with the right look of heat in your eyes. "And what about you, hm?"

"Oh trust me," he muttered against your ear. "You'll just have to wait and see."

"What if I wanna see it now?" you provoked, smirking.

"You better be careful what you're asking for."

He swiftly takes your wrists, bounding them together above your head with just his right hand. Your mouths indulge with devouring kisses, laced with a tiny bit of your blood. You were lost in his devouring, intoxicating kisses, hauling for breaths every few seconds.

Nanami grabs onto your blouse, forcing the buttons open to your breasts. He releases your wrists, this time setting it behind your back. He takes his silk red tie and tied your hands together.

You were completely stunned by his movements. It made you grin widely, wanting to push onto his radiating dominant side and frustrate him more. Nanami immediately sensed your arousal. He forced his knee between your legs and held your chin up to him.

"Before I proceed," he mutters, "what are your limits? Tell me now."

"The whole point of this was to go beyond

your

limit," you teased. "Therefore, I don't have any right now. I want you to go all out on me tonight."

"You dirty fucking girl," Nanami smirked.

"This is also because I screwed with your money on purpose back at the casino. Just letting you know to piss you off even more."

You gasped as Nanami grabbed a fistful of your hair, sending a ravenous sensation burning in your body. He leaned against your ears, undoing his own belt on his other hand.

"My money is not the only thing getting screwed tonight, sweetheart," he whispers. "Get on your fucking knees for me."

You obeyed and lowered your subtly trembling body between Nanami's legs, craving for his taste. You gladly open your mouth as you allow him to slide his wide length down your throat.

Nanami's leather belt was clutched in his hands. He took one end and slid it across your neck, gripping tightly onto both ends as if they were reins. He hauled your head back and forth on his cock and thrusted his hips from a slow to rough pace. Grunts of pleasure slip out his mouth.

After pushing your head down with the belt, he pulled away allowing you to catch your breath. You coughed, your tongue sticking out with Nanami's precum that dripped down your chin.

"Does that feel good? You want more?" he teases, rubbing his cock on your lips.

You nodded, etched in fiery desire. "Yes. . . please. . ." you mumbled, your mouth too exhausted to speak the right words.

Nanami thrusted ruthlessly in your mouth. You savored his cock with your warm tongue, rolling your eyes back as he slammed the back of your throat. His grunts get shorter, rougher, more demanding.

He loved seeing you choke on his cock. He loved seeing you submissive towards him. He loved the lewd sounds mashed in with your moans. After several rounds of harshly slamming his cock in your throat, you grew into a haze. He released the last time, allowing you to gasp desperately for air. Long trails of his slick cum and your drool hang off your mouth and your chin.

'Such a perfect little slut, ' he teased. 'You look so helpless. '

You couldn 't reply, for you were trying to catch your breath. Your eyelids felt heavy and your thighs trembled. Nanami felt that overbearing sadistic feeling wash over him ' the sight of you embracing your inner whore, your real form to him during work.

And you looked good as hell doing it, especially draped in the blood that has already dried out on your skin and clothes by now.

'What happened? Not talking to me anymore? '

'N ' Nanami. . . ' you uttered weakly.

He squats down in front of you, placing another kiss on your lips. It was a sweet kiss this time, almost an expression of gratitude. He then helps you stand up in front of him this time and face the bed.

Nanami pulls your skirt down and grabbed your throat from behind. He held around you, roaming his hands to your leaking clit. You spread your legs for him on purpose, grinding against his cock that earned a tighter grip from him on your neck.

'You want this cock in you already? ' he coaxed as he rubbed his fingers against your glistening folds. 'God, just look at how soaked you are right now. '

Moans slip through your mouth as a mindless response, too busy feeling his digits flicker incredibly in your silk walls. 'Fuck! ' you cried out. 'Yes! I want your '

oh, my god!

'

Your head arches to Nanami 's shoulder as you continue to writhe in the overstimulation. It amused him with how your body reacted to his slick fingers, where every ounce of desire for him became lucid through your body language. It was like he had the power to ruin you completely.

He granted your wish, shoving your head down on the bed with your ass sticking out for him. Your wrists were still bound behind you as well. Before you could even cum on his fingers, Nanami teased your folds again but with his cock.

'Such a dirty little whore you are, ' he smirked, slowly stroking himself. 'Beg for my cock, [Y/N]. Beg for it. '

'I want. . . ' you sighed out. 'I want your cock inside me. . . '

'Again. '

'

I want your cock inside me, Nanami

. . . '

At that moment your persistence was gone. Nanami gladly slid in, penetrating your folds. Hands clutching onto your hips, he slammed himself against your ass, making him throw his head back and grunt.

You let out high-pitched little shrieks combined with the heat of your breath puffing desperately as Nanami probed inside you. The exquisite torture of every inch of him made your heart race. His control snapped, leaving you vulnerable before him.

Moments later, after switching positions to missionary, your hips stutter at the sensation of his throbbing cock. Your wrists were still bound, this time above your head.

It was nice enough of him to provide a pillow in support of your back. The loud squelching of your body echoes in Nanami 's ears. His eyes gaze down at your naked body, where cuts and dried blood tinted your skin.

You grinned at him again, feeling satisfied of his cock coveting your throbbing walls recklessly. Nanami 's hand travels from your thighs to your face, painting your body with fresh blood like a stream. You suck on his thumb as you stared into his eyes.

Your body has been used to capacity. Your vision slurred. Your face and body reddened, almost twitching from every bit of Nanami 's touches. He has never seen such a beautiful sight of wrecking you to the maximum.

He slowed down to a satisfactory stop, looking at your exhausted body covered in drool, sweat, and the crimson marks. You lost the feeling in your legs and your shivering body, almost sending you to black out. Your thoughts and words muddled, leaving only the pure thought of his ravishing cock violating your guts like hell.

Nanami sits on the bed beside you, realizing you already passed out. 'How cute, ' he smiled, gently untying his tie off your wrists.

The next thing you knew, you were asleep next to Nanami, your arm draped around his waist. His hands settle at the base of your spine, pulling you closer.

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' '

BONUS SCENE LMFAOO

'What the hell is taking Nanami and [Y/N] so long? ' Ijichi complained. 'They already took care of the cursed spirit, where could they possibly be? They 're not answering their phones! '

'I 'll go find them, ' said Gojo. 'Maybe they 're at the connecting hotel hiding somewhere. '

As Gojo left the car, he smirked down at the ground, trying to hide his laughter in.

If I 'm right, Itadori owes me 50

, he thought to himself.

Since all hotel guests and visitors evacuated, there was one door that was locked on the third floor. As he was about to knock, his eyes widened at certain sounds coming from inside.

Gojo stood outside the door, smiling widely in horror. His body froze after hearing the gushing sounds of somebody giving head. He was mortified.

Holy fucking shit!

he scoffed, grinning widely.

[Y/N], you lucky bitch!

He leaned his ear against the door, remaining as quiet as be can be without wheezing. As he heard the lewd sounds and moans of pleasure, Gojo couldn 't stop smiling.

Damn, I wish that was me as fuck right now. I fucking wish that was me. She 's giving that gawk gawk 3000! Lucky ass bitch.

Gojo backed away from the door and retreated to the lobby, far away as possible to call Ijichi. 'Hey. Nanami and [Y/N] left on their own. They 're fine now. Don 't worry about them. '

'Oh thank goodness, ' Ijichi replied in relief. 'Got me stressing over nothing. '

Gojo ends the call and sighed down at the floor.

Itadori owes me big time,

he smirked.