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“You focus on the small one, Itadori. I’ll take care of this curse.” Nanami watches Yuji get into a fighting stance before focusing on his own opponent. They’ve been dispatched to take care of low grade curses at an abandoned warehouse. Nothing too hard, since Yuji is still new to jujutsu. After a few blows, Yuji is taken off guard, thrown back and knocked out. Nanami quickly slices through the weak curse that was just about to attack Yuji’s body. As he turns back to face his original opponent, a flash of pink hair flies past him. Sukuna pierces the curse through the chest with his hand, killing it. He walks towards Nanami as it disintegrates. "I've been watching you, sorcerer. I thought it was time we met." "Is that so?" Nanami doesn't hesitate. "This vessel thinks very highly of you. I'd like to understand why. Spar with me. If you win, I'll relinquish control over to the boy."

"And if you win?" "If I win, I remove his arm. Or perhaps a leg. You can choose." Sukuna smiles smugly. Throughout the fight, Nanami lands a few good hits, but Sukuna is barely taking damage. He's stronger than Nanami expected for only eating 3 fingers. Sukuna jumps behind him, and pushes him face first against a cement wall. Nanami tries to use his free arm to swing back, but Sukuna catches him by the wrist. He pins both arms behind Nanami's back. "Shame. I thought you'd put up more of a fight. You're letting the boy down, you know. He looks up to you."

He grabs Nanami's hair and laughs wildly. A flush spreads across Nanami’s face. He’s trying his best to keep his head in the moment, in the fight, instead of thinking about how vulnerable he feels right now. Sukuna takes off Nanami's belt and uses it to bind his wrists together. He pushes him further up against the wall, whispering into his ear. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, sorcerer?" Squeezing his eyes shut, Nanami tries to ignore the hot breath on his neck and work through his options of escape. He can break his bindings if he pulls his arms at just the right angle, and he’ll be free to pick up his weapon on the ground, and– Sukuna’s hand touches his hip. It slides up and down his thigh, squeezing thick muscle. It runs along the zipper of his slacks.

“Hah! You are enjoying it!” He grabs Nanami over the fabric. He fights back a whimper that Sukuna definitely hears. “Pitiful. We’ve barely begun and already you're this hard.” He presses his arm into Nanami's back, forcing his ass out. Sukuna grinds against it. He uses his other hand to undo the button and slowly pulls down the zipper. “Itadori, are you in there?" Nanami pleads, hoping he can take over and put a stop to this. “You want to know if the brat is awake yet? What would he think of you like this, about to submit to me?” He reaches a hand around Nanami’s throat.

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dub-con & a "hand" job (4/6)