I Enjoyed Doing This Too Much

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I once went to the Mothman Museum in West Virginia simply because I saw a sign for it on the highway and by god did it deliver- weird tiny place with the wildest stretches of exhibits and an incredibly caked-up statue of the Mothman himself

Genuinely losing my mind because I can't listen to a song without being assaulted by visions of the characters it fits like omfg this is so them!!1!

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Sorcerer!Nanami x Sorcerer!Reader

While fighting a curse you're hit with an aphrodisiac. Nanami comes to your rescue but the effect doesn't wear off after he exorcises the curse, uh oh! [ao3]

cw: dubcon (aphrodisiac), brief tentacle-y curse, hurt/comfort

wc: 2897

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You could do missions like this in your sleep. It was just bad luck, really. Nanami had reluctantly agreed to split up with you after you convinced him things would be much faster this way. And besides, you could handle yourself, you thought. Famous last words, and all that... 

The curse had been hidden in the attic, its bulbous eyes glowing faintly in the musty dark. It surprised you, wrapping a long limb around your ankle before you could muster the cursed energy to defend yourself. You managed to cut off the appendage with a sword thrust, but the place where it had touched your skin burned cold. A tingling feeling crept up your leg. 

You turned back to it furiously, cursed energy flickering to life in the palm of your hand. But before you could advance, your leg went numb with a jolt. You hit the ground hard, dead weight from the waist down. It must have some sort of paralyzing defense mechanism, one that was steadily creeping up one side of your body. 

Four more dexterous limbs shot from the darkness, clamping around your wrists and ankles. You cried out as they pulled taut, lifting you helplessly off the ground. 

“Fucking hell. One of these perverted ass curses…”

As you writhed, the appendage curled tighter around your wrists, shifting to hold both above your head in one tentacle-like grasp. The newly freed one snaked its way along your jaw, pulsing steadily forward despite your attempts to jerk away. 

Your skin crawled at the contact, a vaguely wet invasion of cool flesh. It pressed against your lips, seeking entrance. You snapped your teeth, trying to keep it out, but it flattened itself to slip past your clamped jaw. The moment it got through, lolling fat and heavy on your tongue, something clicked off in your head. Your defenses melted away, replaced with an overwhelming need. 

A trickle of slick oozed slowly between your legs, your cunt suddenly clenching around nothing. A far-off, faint voice in your head begged you to resist, that the curse was using some sort of aphrodisiac to lower your defenses, but the voice faded into silence with a tender caress from the tentacle in your mouth.

You hung limply, eyes half-lidded as your awareness narrowed to each point of contact between the curse and your body. You needed to feel more of it- wanted it so badly you ached. The curse complied, its wide eyes still blinking from the dark corners of the attic as its appendages opened you up, spread and suspended in the center of the room. 

Self-preservation fled your body, and your desperate writhing slowed to a stop. The curse’s tentacles slunk down your arms and legs, tugging roughly at your uniform. The sound of ripping fabric seemed very far away. 

A fire was steadily building in your gut, licking outward until your whole body cried out for release. You needed an orgasm more than you needed escape, needed air, needed…

Nanami.

The sorcerer appeared in the room like a vengeful god, rage twisting his chiseled features as he spotted you. He swung his blunt sword into the body of the curse where it hid, effortlessly ripping it apart with his ratio technique. He didn’t wait to see if the blow had landed, of course it did, he was Nanami, before running for you with a shout of your name. 

Exorcised, the curse dissolved in a slow crawl, wet limbs becoming black char, then emptiness. The curl of slick muscle around your ankles and wrists disappeared and dropped you hard to the wooden floor. You gasped and choked as the tentacle that had been probing your mouth followed them. 

Nanami was at your side in seconds, his practiced hands checking for injury. You were too far gone to notice the way he trembled in relief as he found none. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over your shoulders, studiously keeping his eyes averted from your shredded uniform. 

With the curse’s invasive touch ripped away, you were left even needier, the aphrodisiac burning through your system. You whined high in your throat, blown pupils locked on the sorcerer leaning over you with such concern. His shoulders heaved with exertion, stretching his tight blue dress shirt. You wanted to sink your teeth into the leather of his harness, a suddenly ferocious urge that hurt.

You surged up on your knees, clinging to the bottom of his jacket. Your mind was blank except for the thought of getting him between your legs, using him to fill the impossible void in you. “Nanami.” You panted. “Nanami, fuck me. Plea-hah-please. Please fuck me…”

Nanami pried your fingers off his suit, looking down in horror at your dazed, needy expression. “You- I- what?” He bent down and grabbed your face in his hands, searching for your sanity. His voice was sharp with worry. “Did that thing hurt you?”

You shook your head quickly, frustrated that he was talking instead of shoving you down and filling you. Your legs shook as your cunt spasmed, aching, wet, and so painfully empty. “Not hurt. Just,” you shifted in his jacket to swipe two fingers between your folds, searching for a hint of relief. “Just wanna, need to- fuck I need to cum so fucking bad-” 

Nanami staggered, blindsided by your begging. He quickly realized that the curse had done something to you, hadn’t just overpowered you by brute strength. The sorcerer swore under his breath. He had to fix this. He couldn’t linger on how close he was to your exposed skin, the way your blush slunk down your neck to the top of your chest, maybe even lower…couldn’t take advantage of you like this, no matter how many times he had wondered exactly what you looked like naked. What you sounded like under him. The blonde bit his lip hard, swallowing his want. 

He knelt down next to you and pulled you into his side, rubbing your back a little roughly as he tried to soothe you. “Listen to me. You’re under the influence of something, a residual part of the curse. You don’t know what you’re saying.”  You tried to squirm tighter against him, your hands scrabbling for any part of him you could grab and yank closer. Nanami was gentle as he caught your wrists, folding your clutching fingers into his palm. 

“Mmmngh please Nanami, need it so bad…” you whined. “Need-hah- need you so fuckin’ bad…” He swallowed hard and the twitch of muscles in his neck made your mouth fall open. 

Heat rushed through his body when he saw you pressed against him like that, glossy lips parted, skin bare under his jacket, your chest heaving with little panting breaths. He felt his cock jump in his slacks and hated himself for it. “Please, you have to listen to me.” His voice cracked. “I’ll help you, get you back to campus, Shoko will know-”

You caught him by the tie and dragged his mouth to yours, crashing into him sloppily. Your tongue lolled against his lips, desperate to taste him, to get inside. Nanami’s eyes blew wide, then fluttered shut as he reached for the back of your head and held you to himself. You felt the rigid planes of his body relax, his lips impossibly soft, kissing you back almost lovingly- before he snapped back in control. 

You felt like crying as he tore away from you. “What the fuck, come back, can’t-ah-” Your need was a black hole and you were falling into it, torn apart, spaghettified. “Please help me, please, won’t make it back to-” you shuddered and fell back, head rolling.

That brought him back, corded arms supporting your neck and knees as he lowered you to the ground. When you met his gaze through the swirling fog of your arousal, it felt like an electric shock. “Kento,” you murmured, drooling a little down the side of your chin.

Goddamn it, why did you have to use his first name? He wiped away your drool with the back of his hand, brushed your hair off your forehead. He dragged one hand down his face as he sat down heavily beside you. “Does it hurt? What you’re feeling?”

To your credit, you tried to rally your two remaining braincells to answer him. You cast your focus down your body, trying to name the raw ache that was pulsing in you. “Not exactly p-pain…” you grimaced, pressing your thighs together and lifting your hips, trying to escape the pressure. “A little, maybe? I just-hah- just need. Need more than anything. Can’t- can’t breathe for it.” The incoherent explanation was all you could offer him, unsure yourself if you needed to be fucked, to cum, or just to ride out the ravaging desire.

You tried again to cum against your own fingers, slipping in the sopping wet of yourself when you reached down. Hot tears pricked at your eyes when it wasn’t enough, hardly a bucket on the inferno even when you squelched three fingers in. “God damn it!”

Nanami was staring, frozen, as you fingered yourself. His sharp cheekbones and the tips of his ears were stained a dark red. He groaned softly as you dragged your fingers out, his own fingers twitching to hold you when you arched your back and cried out in frustration. It hurt to see you like this, hurt even more to not be able to fix it.

“What can I do?” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, steeling himself to an impossible task. “Tell me what you need, please.” His voice was ragged, frayed at the edges, but he couldn’t keep watching as you suffered like this.

You pressed your hand to your mouth to muffle the scream that a new wave of lust ripped from you. The anxious tilt of his head, the tick of the muscles in his clenched jaw, the way his broad hands reached for you, they felt like blows to the chest. And it hurt so good. 

“Kento, please. I’m begging you. Please fuck me- mmmnghhh-” you moaned into your hand, arousal seeping down your thighs, puddling on the edge of the jacket you still wore.

He sucked in a slow breath and pushed aside the jacket to reveal your body underneath. His first, slightly hysterical thought: you really did blush all the way down. You bucked your hips up under his gaze, silently begging him to come closer. He placed a tentative hand on your hip but jerked back when the tiny action made you moan as if he was bottomed out in you. Sweat beaded at his hairline and rolled down his back. Almost unconsciously he whispered, “This isn’t how I imagined our first time.” 

It wasn’t how you had imagined it either, and you had imagined it plenty, but the part of you that might’ve cared about that was long gone. You grabbed Nanami’s hand and pressed it against your aching pussy, slicking him in your juices. You hissed through clenched teeth, “Need it now Kento,” and yanked him closer again by his leopard-print tie. 

He seemed to understand you that time and shook his head as if making a decision. “This is just to help you, okay? I can’t- don’t know what else to do. I’ll buy you dinner, later, take you out for real. Earn it.” He shifted to free his throbbing cock from his slacks as he made the promise, not sure if you were even hearing him.

Nanami lined himself up with your soaked cunt, sliding his swollen head along your folds. Your arousal collected on the tip, and he stroked himself hard a few times, coating his shaft in your wetness as a makeshift lube. He always had been methodical. He planted his hands on either side of you, caging you in as you writhed underneath him, needing more more MORE. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, biting his full bottom lip. True, you weren’t exactly yourself right now, but he wasn’t going to take chances. Wanted to be sure that this was the best he could do for you, right now.

“God yes, wan’ you so bad Kento,” you slurred, lifting your hips to meet him. “Need you to…hah- fuck this outta me…”

He bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, sliding inside you at the same time. You shrieked at the relief of fullness, finally, every twitch of his cock and brush of his lips amplified by the aphrodisiac. It felt like you were being broken apart and put back together, your body rebuilt to fit his length perfectly. You instinctually locked your legs around his back, earning a huff of surprise from the blonde as he was bent over you and pushed deeper. 

“Are you okay?” He groaned into your hair, dragging himself out ever so slightly before rocking back in all the way.

You clutched at his neck in response, running your fingers frantically over the sharpness of his undercut. The closeness of him was overwhelming you, your senses heightened by the curse. You could smell his aftershave and the vague vanilla of his cologne, taste the green tea he had had with breakfast, the metal and salt of his fear-sweat from thinking he could lose you to the curse. You sucked it all in like air. His hands anchored you to the ground as you bucked and squirmed against him, trying to fuck yourself on his cock when he didn’t keep moving. 

The dim haze of your mind worked out that he was waiting for a response still, noticed the twist of his lips and wide, worried eyes behind the glasses. “Y-yes, I’m good,” you panted, still clawing at him. “For fuck’s sake, don’t-ughh- stop! Need more!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Nanami snapped his hips into you, gripping the softness at your waist to drag you up and down on his cock. He didn’t usually start like this, fuck, never would’ve gotten here so fast, but you all but growled at him if he tried to take it slow or make any sort of love to you. So he fucked you. Faster, harder, obeying your whimpered commands like the gentleman he was. 

His long fingers found your clit and rolled it hard, drawing you up and up into the orgasm that had drowned everything else out. He stroked you like he had done it hundreds of times, understanding your body implicitly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your straining neck. He kept up his punishing rhythm as he worked your clit, his thick cock stretching you deliciously, reaching places inside you that had never been touched. The fire inside you reached its peak, and you thought for a terrifying moment that you’d combust right there, burning up underneath him. Somehow, you went up and over the blaze, coming undone with a howl that was lost in the expanse of his chest as he held you close. 

You sobbed his name, and it was that, after all the roughness of your coupling, that pushed Kento into his own orgasm. Ever the gentleman, he slipped out of you when he felt his release closing in and came with a broken groan into his fist. Hot spurts of cum spilled from between his fingers, and he stroked your hair desperately with the other hand, his lips at your neck. 

Dimly, he realized that you were still wearing his jacket around your shaking shoulders, and he trembled. Fucking hell.

You blinked up at him, coming back to yourself, the aphrodisiac’s fire mercifully quenched. You still felt high on the afterglow of your orgasm, but the realization of the things you said and the way you acted fell into a pit in your stomach. You remembered what Nanami had said about your first time, and the pit grew spikes. “Oh, Kento…” 

Nanami looked at you with such relief when your voice sounded like you again, and your heart melted. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking your breath away. “Oh god, it worked! Are, are you alright? God, I’m so sorry.” His lip trembled and he tried to steady himself, looking at you with glassy eyes.

“I’m okay, Kento. Really, I am. And don’t apologize,” you hid your face against him. “Thank you.”

His broad shoulders shook, his harness creaking with the effort. It took a moment before you realized that he was crying. “Kento? I’m okay, I swear.” You pulled away to cup his face, lifting his glasses to thumb away the tears pooling on his long lashes. “I needed you and- I’m the one that should be sorry. I told us to split up,” your voice broke as you started to cry too, and you curled up against him.

You and Nanami held each other tight as the adrenaline wept out of your systems. He hiccuped as his crying softened, and the unexpected sound from the stoic man, somehow stranger than his tears, broke the tension. The two of you laughed, the sound like sunlight breaking through clouds. You used your fingers to shape his hair back into his signature part, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You leaned back just enough to smile crookedly at him. “I think you said something about taking me to dinner…?”