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feelingdozy · 9 months ago

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

⋆ ★ '𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞' - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

chapter summary: You are falling into darkness and meaninglessness. Satoru refuses to let you do that.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!sorcerer reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, lots of comfort, after 'premature death', after suguru deflection, describtion od depression, apathy, lost meaning in life, slight eating disorder, sleeplesness.

author's note: We finally get to see his softer side, though as is his fashion, he does it in his own way.

4 months after Suguru defected

"I know that the situation that happened has left its mark on you, however, you must not give up like this."

Yaga had been trying to reach you in his office for several minutes. To no avail. Your gaze was still blank, staring at a single point on his desk since you sat down, it didn't seem like you were present in any way.

Silence. You didn't answer anything. Just as you always do.

This is not your first meeting with your Sensei. Yaga has been trying to make his way to you for about a month.

A void in your head, so great and black that it swallowed you whole. Your body indifferent to every sense that reached you, you did not analyse it at all. If Satoru hadn't dragged you here, literally holding your hand and leading you, you wouldn't have come here at all. You didn't have the will or the strength for it.

Everything stopped at that moment. It ended. There was nothing left. Anything important and beautiful in your life was taken away from you by the terrible malice of fate. Your house burnt down. Your beloved had descended into madness. You no longer had anything to care about. Your entire past no longer mattered. Everyone is literally dead.

Even you died that day.

You wondered what was still alive.

Or at least that's how you explained it to yourself, unable to accept that the same person who promised you the world had just taken it away from you.

You were lifeless. It didn't take much to conclude that.

All that remained was a fragile, frail and empty shell of a person once filled with love, dreams and passion.

You no longer had the strength to cry, or to utter any words. If it wasn't for Shoko, you wouldn't even eat, and if it wasn't for Gojo, you probably wouldn't sleep.

You could smile altogether now. The world of jujutsu never broke you, the person you loved did. But you didn't, even though it crossed your mind.

What an honour to be the exception to the rule.

Yaga sighed leaning against his expensive chair.

"(Y/N)." he called out, though you didn't even flinch "I don't want you to end up like this. As your teacher, I recognises your self-doubt as his personal failure. The situation that has befallen you is a very difficult one and I understand that you would need time to get things back to normal."

He leaned towards you "However, in this world we live in, we cannot afford such a luxury." you knew his eyes were drilling into you.

"It has been more than four months. Your condition is not improving, only getting worse. At your request, I have specifically let you skip part of your training." you heard him grinding his teeth, but not out of anger, but out of helplessness "I'm doing my best not to send you on missions in this condition, because I know that even if something attacks you-" he paused.

-you won't even try to defend yourself.’ you finished for him in your head.

He was right, you knew it, and so did anyone who would just look at you. You lost a lot of weight, your skin turned pale got a shade of gray, and your eyes lacked their former spark.

You could see that Yaga, in that silence, couldn't find the right words. When he opened his mouth to say something, you finally muttered, pausing his speetch.

"But Sensei, you should…" you raised your gaze from the one point where it was cumulative to look the man deep in the eyes "..let something finish me off. It's all meaningless anyway."

★ --

Yaga sat in his office, surrounded by a silence that seemed to deepen his worries. Outside the window, the rain drummed against the glass as if to wash the weight of anxiety from his soul, but it only deepened his sense of helplessness.

Your words, haunted him.

‘Let something finish me off. It's all meaningless anyway' constantly echoed in his mind, like a silent cry of despair that gave him no peace.

Never before had he seen such emptiness in someone's eyes - an emptiness that testified that all hope, all will to fight, had been sucked out of you.

He was incapable of seeing Geto Suguru roll into a similar spiral.

It was a failure that has pursued Yaga, reminding him of the fragility of the human mind.

You are reminder of that too.

Now he saw the same symptoms in your - empty eyes, unresponsive to sensory input, avoiding contact with others.

Every day when you came to training was like seeing a ghost moving among the living, unable to fully return to life. You was physically there, but you soul seemed to be elsewhere, trapped in a place you couldn't get out of.

In this state, Yaga knew he had to seek advice from others.

He must act. He will not make this mistake again.

You will not be a case to regret.

And he had a lot of them.

He was the first to go to Shoko. He met her in the corridor, as busy as ever with her work, locked in a world where medicine was everything.

"Shoko, have you tried to talk to her? Something about her condition?" he asked, although he already knew the answer. Shoko sighed, not stopping for a moment.

"I'm not good at such conversations." she replied briefly, looking at him fleetingly, as if those words would explain everything. Yaga knew that Shoko was doing as well as she could, but he also knew, that she was avoiding emotion like a fire. She couldn't help you in this battle that was going on inside. She was only capable of healing you on the outside.

The next stop was Nanami. Always serious, always composed, Nanami was someone who could be counted on in the most difficult of times. However, when Yaga asked him the same question, the answer was equally overwhelming.

"I understand what she is going through. I've tried to reach out to her, but… she's silent. I don't know how I can help her when she won't talk.’" there was a note of helplessness in Nanami's voice that had never been there before. Yaga knew that he sympathised with you, that he had tried, but that he himself could not break through this invisible barrier you had built around yourself.

Last was Satoru, always the enigmatic one, always full of contrasts. Yaga found him in one of the training rooms as he watched the younger students' classes.

"Satoru, did you talk to her?" he asked, knowing that Gojo was someone who could see more than others.

"I don't talk. I just sit by her when she's awake. That's all I can do." replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Yaga felt a mixture of relief and sadness upon hearing these words. Satoru, in his typical style, had found a way to be beside you, but even he, with all his unlimited potential, could not pull you out of your state.

★ --

3 weeks after Suguru defected

Gojo was initially not supposed to get so involved.

He kept repeating to himself that he wasn't good at such things, that he didn't know how to talk about such topics, couldn't find a solution for you or show you something he should.

Your storm you showed him that day left a mark in him. It awakened something in him. He couldn't deny it. He just kept living in the belief, that he wasn't capable of doing anything about it. He didn't feel that there was anything in him that he could offer to help you. He never knew what to say, he never knew what to do. He felt hopeless about it. Satoru was not the kind of person who makes the same mistakes twice or never learns from them.

He blamed himself for Suguru's departure. He felt that his corruption was his fault. His lack of attention, his lack of interest, his powerlessness - his failure to adapt to such situations.

Gojo Satoru was the strongest, that was the reason he was born. It was what he was made for.

He was not made to come into contact with the problems of humanity, he was always above others, he never touched such topics. And now here you are. In front of him. You are showing him this.

You bring him closer to this subject, you prove to him that he, despite his title, is still human.

He feels exactly what you feel.

You are proof that the feelings he has inside him - make him human.

What ultimately made him abandon the idea of leaving the subject to himself was the sight of you. Soaking wet for long moments on the training field.

He saw you from a distance, as he walked with Shoko to class. He separated from her to letting her go ahead, saying he would catch up with her. The rain was dark and heavy. he didn't need an umbrella, so he walked throught it like was nothing. A white

The sight of you, sitting on the training field with a bamboo sword, completely soaked - stuck in his mind. It was an image that spoke more than a thousand words. You were physically there, but spiritually you seemed to be far away, in a place where no words could reach you. Satoru, though usually full of energy and humour, this time simply walked up to you and without a word took your hand, pulling you out of the rain. You didn't even defy him as the force lifted your body and made you float slightly above the ground.

He sat you down in his room, giving you a towel to dry you off. Gojo left for a while, leaving you covered in towels and a warm blanket.

He quickly teleported to the kitchen, to brew a mug of warm tea for you. He waited patiently for the kettle to boil the water, tapping his fingers against the kitchen counter in thoughtfulness. He thought about bringing Shoko to you, as you might have caught a cold. Suguru had mentioned that you catch such colds quite easily.

As he moved back, he set his mug down on his notebook-cluttered desk and looked at you. You stood at the window, watching the rain that had kept the world quiet all day today.

"Why the rain?" he asked, trying to strike up a conversation. You did not answer immediately, still staring at the raindrops reflecting on the window.

After a moment, you raised your gaze, looking at him with a blank stare. "Because the rain is clean. It washes everything away. Maybe if I stood there long enough, it would wash me away too." Satoru felt his heart squeeze with pain at those words, but he didn't allow himself to have any emotional outbursts.

They sat like this for a long time, he beside her, looking out at the rain. In the silence that surrounded them, he could feel how devastated she was, how much she had lost the will to live. He knew that these feelings would not disappear overnight. He was aware of that.

So from that moment on, Satoru implemented a plan that seemed strange and effective, exactly his style.

★ --

1 month after Suguru defected

The first month was a time of anticipation and patience for Satoru.

When he first entered your room, he felt the dense atmosphere almost overwhelm him. The quiet, enclosed room seemed as if trapped in time. You were sitting on the bed, your back turned to the door, shoulders tense. It was clear that your thoughts were far away.

Satoru closed the door behind him, then took a seat against the wall, far away from you, right next to the door. He sat down on the floor, pulled his gameboy out of his pocket and began to play, pretending it was a normal everyday situation.

At first you did not even look at him. Your gaze remained fixed on one point, as if you were trying to find a meaning in it that you could not find anywhere else. Satoru, however, was not bothered by this silence. He concentrated on the game, allowing you to get used to his presence while giving you space. Managing the space was his special skill.

Every day he would spend a few dozen minutes in your room, sometimes playing, sometimes bringing something to eat with him. Often he would sit there with a meal in his hand, eating slowly, and the sounds of munching were the only sounds in the room. He never tried to get you to talk, knowing that your personal space was crucial at that moment.

★ --

2 months after Suguru defected

The second month brought slight changes. Satoru, feeling that your reactions to his presence had become more bearable, decided to get closer.

Instead of sitting on the floor by the door, he took a seat in the chair by your desk, which stood slightly closer to the bed. When he entered the room, you looked at him - that was a success! Noticing change in his behaviour, but you took a quick glance at him, so he couldn't be happier. He passed you a small smile, that was a welcoming greeting.

Satoru stretched out comfortably in a chair, pulled out a book and began to read. Occasionally he would reach for his headphones to turn on some music for himself, shutting himself off from the world but still being there, at arm's length, if you need him.

There were days when he couldn't concentrate on reading, so he would just sit, watching you out of the corner of his eye. As time went on, he began to notice that you would sometimes glance at him sometimes, as if trying to understand why he came here almost everyday that was free for him, even though you didn't exchange a word with each other. Even when he was busy, your room was the first stop when he came back from any mission.

★ --

3 months after Suguru defected

In the third month, Satoru felt he could risk the next step.

When he walked into your room one day, instead of sitting in a chair, he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He felt your body tighten as soon as he sat down, but you didn't move away or ask him to leave. This was the sign he had been waiting for.

He pulled out his gameboy, fired up the game and started playing, sitting next to you. For a while, the silence was almost overwhelming, but as time passed, the atmosphere began to relax. Satoru noticed that although you still didn't speak, your presence had become somewhat more conscious.

He started bringing you food when Shoko couldn't. He felt that when he brought you something, you were more eager to glance at it. And you even took a bite of the sweet roll he left with you one day.

There were also moments when you started to move, as if you wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in your throat. Satoru did not push. He felt that these small gestures were a sign of progress.

★ --

4 months after Suguru defected

In the last month of their silent coexistence, Satoru decided to go all in.

When he entered your room, he didn't stop at the door or the chair. He immediately headed for the bed and lay down beside you without a word. He felt you body stiffen at first, but after a while you relaxed, accepting his presence. This was so strange, but so.. welcoming.

Both of you lay side by side, arms barely touching, but it was enough.

Satoru pulled out his mp3 player, turned on quiet music and placed it between you two, letting the soft sounds fill the silence. He watched the ceiling, occasionally glancing up to look at your face. The sight of it, now devoid of such deep pain as it had been in the beginning, made him relieved. He knew that your emotional state was still fragile, but he was sure that his presence was helping you in some way. You were helping him too, he just couldn't say that to you.

His presence in your room become such a small tradition, which he often looked forward to. Besides your dorm was a good escape for him, when he was looking for, there was never any thought that he could be at your place.

One day, as both you lay like this, you gently turned towards him and looked at him with a slightly softer expression on your tired face. You didn't need to say anything - your gaze said more than words.

Satoru smiled slightly at you, then closed his eyes, feeling that you had reached a state of understanding that was only possible through months of patience and perseverance.

He was content, that he could see your eyes weren't so empty or full of tears. That was a breakthrought, that he was so eager to welcome.

★ --

4 and a half months after Suguru defected

Satoru has not visited you for a week.

You knew he was back from a mission, because Shoko bringing you food mentioned it. She also said that it had been a long and exhausting one, on which they had sent him alone, with no support from even specialists.

It was already very late in the night, you had been waiting for him for a long time, and yet he had not come.

For the first time since moths, you got out of bed by yourself.

You poked your head out, to see if the light in his room was on, it still was. You were overwhelmed by a strange feeling, that you could not quite describe. You wondered what the reason was for breaking this little tradition you shared between the two of you.

You came to the conclusion, that he probably needed the space himself and was just using it. Although this seemed to you to be completely unsuitable for a person you came to know. Should you do something about this fact? You nervously bit your nail.

What if he now needs the same treatment that he used to give you? What if he just needs to be alone?

A conflict arose in your mind. You didn't know what to do, how to behave. You felt a little stressed as you slowly sat back down on the bed.

What should you do?

Your decision was made, when your foot visited the kitchens for the first time in months to brew a tea for him.

All you could hear in the quiet corridor was the soft creaking of the floor, as you approached the door of his room. The wooden gates were slightly open, as if Gojo didn't have the strength to close them fully. You carefully pushed it open with your hand, peering inside.

Satoru was lying on the bed, with his arms spread, as if the weight of the world was crushing him to the mattress. His white hair, always so perfectly styled, were a mess. Fortunately, he had managed to change into his pyjamas. There was an expression of extreme fatigue on his face, but when he heard quiet footsteps, he lifted his eyelids.

Your gazes met. You gently closed the door behind you, then stepped deeper into the room, setting your mug of warm drink down on the desk. Just as he had done this to you one time. Your limbs tremble slightly from the cold. Going to the kitchen in just your pyjamas and flip-flops at this time of year was a stupid idea.

You didn't exchange a word with each other. You blandly started playing with the sleeve of your nightshirt. You didn't need words to understand how tired he was, the slight bags under his eyes and messy look told you all you needed to know.

He changed positions on the bed, moving more towards the wall, grabbed a corner of the duvet and lifted it up. He made an inviting gesture with his head and his slightly glowing eyes went out.

You sat on the edge of the bed first. Feeling a little on unfamiliar ground. You had only been in his room a couple of times. The main place for you to hang out as a group was Suguru's room. Immediately you felt the warmth emanating from the sheets.

With a slow movement you lay down next to him, letting the warmth of the duvet and his scent greet you. The mattress bent slightly under you weight, as you turned to face him. You could feel how soft and molded his mattress was, how his pillow was pleasantly arranged. Your body slowly began to warm, heat waves spreading through your body, soothing your mind and dulling your senses. The air around you was warm, enveloping, and his presence added a strange sense of security that you hadn't felt in a long time when behind the

You could feel your body relaxing more and more with each breath. You could hear the calm rhythm of his breathing, which worked on her like a lullaby. You were so warm, not only physically, but also internally, as if this place, this moment, was exactly where you were supposed to be.

You slowly closed your eyes, feeling sleep begin to embrace you with its soft embrace. The thoughts that had been swirling around in your head just moments before began to quiet down, giving way to a blissful emptiness. The warmth of his body and regular breathing were like an focus point that, allowed you to pull your head away from your worries and sink into a peaceful sleep.

Finally, you allowed yourself to fully surrender to the moment. You fell asleep, with his hand still gently resting on your waist, in a place that seemed the safest in the world.

★ --

Satoru slowly opened his eyes, feeling the soft rays of the sun on his face. For a while he lay still, savoring the quiet of the morning and the warmth that beat from the body cuddled into his. You were sleeping peacefully, your breathing was steady and deep, and face expressed the kind of calm he hadn't seen in you in a long time. He smiled slightly, pleased that you could finally truly rest.

He didn't want to wake you, but he knew the day was calling him. He shifted cautiously, reaching for the phone that lay on the bedside table. For a moment, he pondered how to play it, but quickly decided that the only person he could ask to do it - was Shoko.

you: "Take care of everything today? Thanks. >ᴗ<" 7:43 am

Sent a message, not waiting for a respond he put the phone aside, before turning back to you.

He glanced at your face once more. You looked so peaceful, as if for a moment you had forgotten everything that had overwhelmed you for weeks.

Gojo gently ran his fingers through your hair, trying not to wake you up. He smiled, seeing how you moved slightly in his arms, as if you instinctively knew he was there.

He was so proud of himself, the sight of your sincere rest soothed his heart somehow. Thanks to him, you were finally able to rest. He felt satisfaction and contentment at the thought. He finally didn't feel so helpless and powerless. He felt that he had just done something, that at least one person, by some screwed up luck, had managed to be saved by him.

With a slight sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink into sleep again. He knew that he didn't have to rush anywhere, that this was a day they could spend relaxing, even if he had responsibilities and pressures on him, at this point he totally didn't give a damn. He fell asleep quickly, holding you close to him, enjoying the moment of comfort you brought to him as well.

You two slept all day, cuddled up to each other in warm cozy embrace.

With the peace and quiet you finally rested, as you both deserved.

tl (open): @kalopsia-flaneur

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feelingdozy · 9 months ago

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Can you do jealous possessive Yuta Okkotsu? The reader is not aware of his feelings and treats him as a friend. He gets jealous of Itadori or Inumaki?

"You look better beside me" - Yuuta Okkotsu

summary: You're not understanding the material in class and ask Inumaki for help- not knowing that Yuuta constantly has his eyes on you, and he's wondering why you don't just ask him for help. He doesn't understand why he has this urge when it comes to you- one for you to only go to him, need him, and only him. What are these feelings, and why can't he stand the sight of you with anyone else but him?

wc: 11,3k

warnings: 18+, fingering, p in v, oral (f receiving), cunnilingus, soft dom yuuta, creampie, fighting/sparring, unrequited love, Inumaki needs a hug

The page in front of you began to look dull and confusing- letters were scattered and smushed randomly all over the front page, making it hard for your brain to comprehend. It was a hard enough subject in general, why did it need to get harder to understand?

You dreaded even lifting the thin piece of paper to the other side to graze over its contents- not wanting to see what else you'd have to suffer through. After a quick look, you were catching words that scared you and didn't process properly in your mind, making you turn your body subtly toward the white-haired boy seated to the right of you, whispering quietly to him to not avert the teacher's attention away from the board.

"hey- Inumaki, can you help me with this?" You whispered, looking at him with a hopeful glistening in your eyes.

he replied back in a hushed tone, "salmon, tuna", ("yeah, now focus.".)

Although the man sounded serious in his quiet chatter, you could catch the playful undertones in such simple ingredients he voiced. You had learned to catch subtle things he does when speaking those ingredients because once you got a gist of what he was trying to say, it was easy to understand his structured wording and the other things he was trying to convey. So eventually you caught onto those little things, his teasing moments or playful ones- him mocking you, sometimes hoping you don't catch it- yet you always do.

After hearing his agreement to your request, you obeyed and adjusted yourself, putting your focus back on the board in front of you. You were fortunate you weren't caught speaking out of turn- because to be frank, you weren't quiet most of the time, and if he let out a joke as his response like he usually did, your laughter would interrupt the whole class and you'd get your a scolding- one you didn't want because Gojo rarely decided to teach material inside the classroom, focusing rather on hands-on experiences.

Inumaki was grateful he had someone who got the little jokes he couldn't communicate normally- he had grown a special, intimate relationship with you unconsciously in his head. He hadn't noticed his new, overly caring behavior towards you until recently- no matter what you asked of him he'd always accept without hesitation. If he was in the middle of something, it would immediately be cast aside for you no matter if it was a simple text interrupting his studying, or a little conversation when the teacher wasn't looking like the past moment at hand. He had begun growing flushed at the littlest of touches or conversations you held- your hand grazing his when you were begging him for assistance, one on his shoulder to get his attention, or the sight of you waving him goodbye at the end of the day.

It had finally solidified when you came over for tutoring sometimes. Inumaki enjoyed your presence- and he took it as an opportunity to poke fun. Not knowing the lesson came in handy for him to tease you, but he didn't expect to be carried away by the way you looked so adorable when you were focused- a confusing look plastered on your face shouldn't have been that cute on anyone else's face- so why was he stuck in such a daze when he caught your eyes staring back at his? Why were his cheeks starting to flush, and his heart starting to race faster than before?

"Hey Inumaki-? Hey, you okay?" You had said obliviously, waving your hand in front of his wide, unfocused eyes.

"Ah!- s-salmon, salmon. Tuna!" (Ah!- y-yeah, I'm okay. Focus on your work!). He scolded, with good intent- but it made you pout and turn back to the desk. It made it harder for him to keep the newly discovered feelings from spilling out, looking down at his feet to prevent you from sneaking a look at his mess of a face.

He didn't know how long he'd be able to play off these seemingly innocent feelings- he couldn't truly accept they were more then he had thought because of how he was terrified of the outcome. What if it backfired on him, and he'd just end up being laughed at and humiliated- by you!? You two had your good moments, yes, but could you think of him as anything more than that?

Being in class made it easier to ignore, but the plans he consistently made with you over, and over, contradicted everything he wanted- that being to distance himself, so the feelings could fade with time and separation. But he knew he could never fully stay away from you, and you simply wouldn't let him go astray.

He took pride in teaching you the things you couldn't catch onto as easily, so technically you coming over should always be a good thing for him- but it was torturous. Inumaki was only able to admire from afar, especially taking effect when you were in the classroom. He noticed the way your hair fell from the place it was tucked behind your ear as you leaned forward to closely observe the worksheet laid out in front of you, the hair being too bothersome and adjusting it quickly to the same spot it was before.

When doing little things like that, you always felt like you were being watched or observed, but you were always too busy writing down the answers to notice how intently the boy had his eyes on you. It was like he was looking at a beautiful, painted scene so rich he couldn't take his eyes off of it- you made up the scene, and nothing else could top nor draw his attention away from such a magnificent feat- he was entranced that such beauty could be translated into one person. He knew that if you were to be taken away from his grasp, let alone his vision, he'd be absolutely devasted- heartbroken. Would he survive observing such a scene without you as the main subject? So no matter how much he wanted to confess, he wouldn't- he let his fear get the best of him- thinking it was for the best.

As you adjusted yourself in your chair, you spared a glance around the classroom to see if anyone was giving you any annoyed looks at the muttered words between you two, doing it so hastily that you didn't catch your best friend's eyes from staring from right behind you. He now stared intently into your back, deep in thought, in the depths of his mind admiring your form in front of him as it graced his eyes. You were only facing forward with nothing to show him, only the white back of your shirt, yet you had never been a sore sight. Only a sore subject- if you were brought up in any way other than platonic his face would grow redder than any had ever seen it before. He constantly raced to change the subject at hand, always failing and being teased when his friends brought it up just to get at him, yet you never caught wind of it. You continued your relationship with him innocently- thinking of him only as a kind and endearing friend- one willing to help you no matter the problem- pick you up whenever you fell down, he was always at your call no matter the position you left him in to deal with. Knowing that, eventually the man started to think you were developing feelings for Inumaki instead- his friend knew of his feelings towards you but kept on idle conversations anyways, just to get him riled up- but Yuuta just caught on to how he wanted you as well.

He couldn't stand the way you smiled so wholeheartedly at Inumaki. Quite frankly, it got on his nerves. Yuuta tried to mind his business whenever you started up a conversation with him, but the way his eyes lit up when you signaled for him called for him to be watched- observed even, and closely. He couldn't let what was his slip away so easily from his grasp, especially to one of his 'closest' friends.

Yuuta admired the way you were so nice to everyone- he was too, yet that was a weakness you both shared, and he knew better than anyone that someone could take advantage of it and take you hostage for purely selfish desires. Being too good for everyone meant being destined to be with only one person- someone who shared the same characteristics as you, that one being Yuuta. His feelings of such went way back- embarrassingly finding you attractive when he first laid his seemingly innocent eyes on you, meeting yours in eye contact as you shyly went to grab his hand as he held it out for you to take, light shades of blush cursing his face as he prayed quietly for them to fade away or not be seen- he didn't want to ruin such a crucial first impression.

You had tripped outside at the playground, and after the incident with Rika, he had no other people to talk to. He ran over to aid you, a friendship from an unfortunate scenario being brought to life at that moment. A scraped knee made tears pluck from the corners of your eyes at the time, and his rough palm was there to rub them away at once.

"Don't cry- it'll be okay." He said, calming down a distressed, sniffling little girl clutching onto her clothing in fear of blood. He managed to alert some parents in the vicinity, and in the end you were bandaged up with a new boy by your side. He stayed beside you until he made sure you'd be okay, only then running home because the sun was fading over the horizon. All night all he thought about was you.

After that day, he couldn't take his eyes off you- and every day you'd meet at the park until suddenly he had disappeared without a word.

At the time, you were his salvation of sorts- a love-at-first-sight scenario. A young love he only muttered to Rika in scattered words, afraid her jealousy would overpower her at the time and seek you out. He talked about you lots- and his crush had only lasted and strengthened although you were separated, increasing its intensity when you found him again while winding up at Jujutsu High a couple years later after being separation. You graciously accepted him in again and became close- you deeply trusted him now just like you had before, and thought of him as your best friend. Best friend.

But it had always been this way- you had never looked at him as anything else but a friend, especially after knowing how Rika had been unconsciously created. It was a bond you could never overcome. She'd always come first in the contest for his heart, so what was the point of paying any mind to it- no romantic feelings had blossomed, and it was best it had stayed that way. You were calm with a peaceful mind, nothing clouding it or holding you back and getting in your way.

Yuuta continued to stare at the back of your head, imagining it was him sitting beside you instead of Inumaki, and you whispering in his ear, your breath grazing the lobe and ever so softly asking him if he'd be so nice as to help you- he didn't realize his face was getting hot until he brought his hands up to cover it out of shame and embarrassment of his internal thoughts, feeling the heat radiating off of it- warming his hands up like he was planted in front of a fireplace.

"Inumaki- come, shuffle over here and help me with this one. I don't understaaand-" You whined in a whisper, gaining side eyes from students all around the room now. The overwhelming presence of their glares weighed down you as you visibly shrunk back in your seat, retreating from attempting to get Inumaki's attention. Making you jump, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder from behind, making you turn around to be met with Yuuta's kind smile.

"Let me help you y/n." He said in a persuading voice, not caring to whisper and keep his words hidden. Ignoring the familiar looks, you nodded in return as you moved your materials to his desk. Gojo's lesson had ended right as you had done that, making Inumaki turn to you, fully prepared to ask you what you needed from him- only to be met with the sight of Yuuta already helping you, his finger pointing and his smooth words helping you understand. It made a tinge of anger and frustration flood into his system. He resisted the urge to comment on it and only turned back around to be met with his empty work page he hadn't started on yet, waiting so he could do it with you. He decided it'd be best if he worked on it- alone this time.

The bell rang shortly after Yuuta taught you some useful techniques, and you packed up your stuff in an instant, your notebook and pencil case being scooped up in your bag at a speed you'd only ever used when you were overly eager to go home and get out of school, or because you were being chased by a curse in an unfortunate scenario and cared for your life.

Yet because of your speed, you ended up bumping into the back of someone else. Luckily it was only the back of them and it had been because you weren't looking at where you were going as you rushed down the busy hallways of the emptying school, but unfortunately it caused a problem- knowing it'd delay the time you promised Inumaki you'd show up for your trip home.

Your whole face was smushed into the person's back, muffling your quick apologies to the person before they turned around, revealing a familiar appearance you knew all too well- a face you had talked to not long ago. Met with a joyful smile, Yuuta quickly dismissed your haste to mutter "sorry", embracing you in a long-awaited hug.

"Y/n! How about we talk for a while now that class is over? How've you been?" He said, disregarding your worries of offending him.

"I've been fine- anyways- sorry! I've got to get somewhere quickly-" But before you could finish your sentence, you found yourself being encased by his arm, suddenly feeling trapped against the wall of an empty and somewhat dimly lit hallway in the school that was rarely used, as it didn't lead to anywhere significantly important unless you were a janitor. He did it so your conversation would be private as students slowly exited the building, but it only intimidated you, doing the complete opposite of what he wanted to accomplish.

As you lifted your head to look at the boy pining you to the wall, you noticed his expression had darkened from the usually outgoing and happy one he wore- now looking more menacing- making your breath hitch. Not knowing if it was the fear of the situation in front of you, or the way he looked like such a different person- just maybe you.. enjoyed it? No- you just wanted to know what you did to be pinned to a wall, so you decided to speak out.

"Yuuta?" you said in a shy, teetering voice as his eyes finally made contact with yours, making you lose your train of thought of anything else you had prepared to say after calling out his name.

"Where are you so quick to go, hm?" You could feel his breath ever so slightly graze your face because he was so close, making you shiver in place under him.

"I- uh- I was just going to Inumaki's place to study, and-"

"Why not come to me instead? I can help you better." His gaze on you didn't falter as he spoke, only making it more enticing to answer him with quick replies.

"I just didn't want to bother you" You replied keeping your calm as a drop of sweat slid down your forehead.

"Bothering me?" He laughed, breaking the eye contact as they closed, becoming suddenly unserious and letting you go from the wall he held you against. "Tell him you can't make it- come to my place tomorrow, and I'll help you, ok?"

He spoke the words kindly, yet sternly, you'd feel bad to deny such an ask. Although he didn't propose it as a command, it made you feel entitled to not say anything but an agreement. You decided on shaking your head in silent agreement, his hand coming up to wave goodbye with a grin on his face as he walked away, making your vision spin and mind go hazy trying to grasp what just happened between you.

Your breathing was heavy, and your heart was thumping a little fast as you struggled to pull your phone out of your pocket to text Inumaki, fingers stumbling around the keyboard as you typed how you'd be late to meet him on your walk home- you were on your way. No longer in a rush to be anywhere, you valued your walk to your meeting place, the whole situation constantly replaying in your head, trying to understand where the sudden switch in attitude within the boy you thought you knew best came from. Maybe it had been because you hadn't been spending a lot of time with him- or because you hadn't spoken to him in a while. Yet no matter the excuse, you still couldn't seem to strike the real reason for his new behavior that would lead him to do something so out of character- maybe you were just overthinking and he was trying to help instead of make you feel scared. Being pinned to a wall by Yuuta Okkotsu- such an interaction made you feel deeper things you didn't exactly want.

You finally made it to your meetup spot, seeing Inumaki resting against a wall before a back alley, perking up when he saw your shadow approaching him.

"Hey Inumaki- sorry I just got caught up in some stuff." You said casually.

He only nodded, making you feel a little sorry for making him wait so long. He had started to overthink it while waiting for you, hoping his unintentional ignorance towards you during class wasn't the cause for such unusual behavior- someone had probably just stopped to talk to you, nothing big. He knew you, and knew you were hiding something else from him- but the man wouldn't pry if you didn't want to tell him more. As long as he didn't do anything, Inumaki would be fine. Unless- unless it was Yuuta. But he doubted you'd go as far as to be late on your walk home because of him. The two of you had done this for as long as you could remember, ever since your first year when you first were introduced to Inumaki, becoming friends quickly after.

it became a nice habit after a mission one day, and it stuck since then. It was nice to feel safe when you went home, knowing nothing would be able to bother you because you had Inumaki's protection. The two of you had already made it close to your home, almost at the first destination for him to drop you off- the second destination being his. You turned to him suddenly before getting close to the path leading to the building, suddenly shy to back out of your ask- you were the one who asked him, and now you were completely ditching him, and you felt awful.

"Hey- uh, Inumaki.. is it okay if I come over another day to study?- I know I said I would tomorrow- I think i'll be able to figure it out on my own though."

"Salmon- mustard leaf?" (Yeah that's fine- is everything okay?) He turned to you, his expression filled with concern filled you with even more guilt that you had never felt before- like you were betraying him, which frankly, you had never done.

"Mhm, just didn't sleep very well, don't worry!" You said with a fake smile, trying to convince him even though you knew he could probably see right through it.

And he certainly did- but he had full faith in you- he trusted that you'd be okay and could care for yourself, so he walked you up to your doorstep, parting down the road with a wave of goodbye as his head dropped low once he turned away to walk towards his place. A frown was present on your face- not that he could see it, but you had a good concious- you hated lying to someone you're close with like Inumaki. Seeing his head hung low like that didn't help anything either. Was Yuuta worth it?

Unlike you, Yuuta rushed back to his dorm- his legs working overtime and leading him with a pace he hadn't ever used in such a mundane situation- yet it called for it this time. He couldn't stop every thought that entered his brain from being of you, a new expression or phrase being spoken from his fake version, popping up whenever he tried to avert his mind to distract him from the fact he had let his feelings of jealousy and yearning take over and show the true emotions that he kept bottled in for you- yet he swore that in the moment, he saw your heart racing out of your chest and your eyes curious and wondering what he was planning to do next.

Some were downright naughty- maybe he was expecting too much. But other thoughts of his were filled with murderous intent towards Inumaki, things that he'd obviously never act on- but levels of rage he hadn't felt much since things targeted towards Rika. It wasn't even that he disliked Inumaki- he just didn't like the way inumaki got so close to you, and you only. It made him furious and possessive- something he'd never admit out loud- but when you gave him the chance by bumping into him on accident, all of it just came out and spilled onto you because you were so easily put in his presence to get the job done quickly, give him an opportunity to blurt all the interanilzed things out.

He was hoping that maybe it benefitted him a little instead of scaring you off or anything alike- maybe the only thing in your mind was him- and he was eerily right, in such the wrong ways- what was he thinking? He was getting downright obsessive- the best thing to try and do was sleep it off.

When morning came, so did your alarm as it rung out and gave you your usual rude awakening, making you grumble quiet swears to yourself, turning yourself around to stretch your arm and turn it off. As you rose from the bed, you held your head as a headache suddenly surfaced, retelling the events of the other night as it came flooding in to haunt you- guilt, confusion, frustration- all of the above making you rub your temples to soothe the pulsing pain. Picking up your phone from the side table to distract you from it, you saw a new message had popped up in your notifications.

You tapped it immediately without taking a chance to look at the name, being greeted with a message saying that whoever it was, was outside ready to pick you up. You jumped up with confusion and made your way hastily to your door, opening it and being greeted with Inumaki. You didn't expect anyone to be there, so when you saw the message you didn't care to get dressed properly, and his eyes danced over your body, admiring the carefree person appearing in front of them. Hair a mess and bunched up in random places from twisting and turning in your sleep, pajamas hanging off your shoulder, and soft shorts barely seen because of the length of the shirt you wore comfortably to sleep. His cheeks quickly darkened at the sight as he took it all in- and he was glad his uniform covered his face just enough you wouldn't be able to make it out. You wouldn't have been able to anyways- your quick awakening making your eyes have trouble staying open because of fatigue, muscles relaxed and slumped, hoping to be in the comfort of your bed once again, although it knew all well it wouldn't happen.

He pulled out his phone to text you his reasoning instead of voicing it in his usual ingredients- scared his voice would give the flustered boy away, and also because he could tell you had just woken up. Even thought it wasn't complicated words he'd be saying, he couldn't trust himself not to be suspicious, so he opted for typing it out. Your phone pinged in your hand, by habit bringing it up to see the new message pop up.

"I said i'd pick you up whenever we had training, remember? Gojo-sensei said we were outside today for class yesterday, so I thought i'd come by." You had forgotten all about this little promise- only being reminded that you were even in the field today because of him.

Just as you finished reading, another message popped up- one that you read the name of this time as it came from a different person, and not the one stood in front of you. Yuuta.

Looking down at your screen, Inumaki tried to resist the urge to stalk a bit, but in the end failed as he read the name in black letters. Oh. Oh"

"Are you coming to training today? Need me to walk you?" Uh oh. You stared at your phone for a few minutes before the boy in front of you spoke up, making you jump because you forgot he was there and had been silent the whole time you checked Yuuta's messages.

"Mustard leaf?" (Everything okay?) He said, being purposely louder then usual.

"Oh shit- sorry, yeah just gotta get dressed- I forgot we had training" You said, awkwardly laughing at your forgetfulness. He only nodded his head and you silently motioned for him to come in. You didn't want him to stand outside and wait for you as you got dressed.

Inumaki didn't think much of it- he didn't want to think much of it- now that he was here, luckily Yuuta didn't have a chance.

You replied back to him in your room as you finished prepping, "Sorry, Inumaki's already here." And it made Yuuta's blood boil.

Eventually you both had made it out the door, walking side by side and conversating about random things that came to mind. The walk went by fast, because before you could say what was on your mind, your peripheral caught the training field coming up in front of the two of you and the crowd of people that were already there, ready to began class. You sighed in embarrassment as all eyes were on the two of you latecomers- you were only lucky you weren't in the classroom because you had already forgotten everything from the other day.

You didn't notice that within the crowd, Yuuta was looking at you two latecomers with a glare he never had over anything, except for when you were with Inumaki- one you never noticed appeared on his face, only Maki. Maki nudged him with her shoulder, knocking him out of whatever trance he had himself in at the sight.

"Yo, dude you good?" She said with concern, eyeing him with an odd look.

"Yeah- just wondering why they came so late, haha" Maki shrugged it off after she arched her eyebrows at him, questioning his true intentions- he wasn't a very good liar at times he needed to be. She knew there was more then he telling- but she wouldn't force it out of him. Yuuta continued keeping his eyes right in your direction, his gaze lingering more on you then his friend.

You and Inumaki joined the crowd of kids and hugged yourselves in to get by your friend group. You greeted Maki and Panda, a simple wave to know you acknowledged them. You voiced your greeting to Yuuta with a smile as you got closer, making him get caught off guard at your acting, like nothing happened between you two the other day. He thought for sure you'd act differently towards him or voice some sort of concern. Yet for you it was simple- you just decided to keep your mind focused solely off of him and only think of him as a friend- anything that had happened was a mistake and had no ill intentions. Yuuta was oblivious and just thought you chose to ignore it- he doubted you didn't mind it, but he had to leave it be as Gojo got everyone's attention as to start the combat training.

Although he wanted to focus on the lesson, all throughout his eyes were only drawn to you and your every facial change at the things Gojo voiced- a small grin here and there, focused eyes listening in on the projecting voice, cringing because of his bad jokes.

Even the man being at the front was put off noticing his usual good-listening student with his attention put somewhere else other then him- Gojo striking it as weird behavior. Nonetheless, the teacher cast his concerned and meddling thoughts aside and put his best into reciting the rest of what would happen- many mini battles to be fought with your peers to hone your skills and give yourself a variety to battle, get out of your comfort zone with kids from other classes.

You and Inumaki shared a glance beside each other before raising your hands in unison, shocking Yuuta at the planned act of going first together. His blood started to rage with jealousy and nothing had even happened yet- he wanted to walk up there and rip you out of Inumaki's smug hands as they dragged you two through the crowd- cradle you in his instead, he'd show you any sort of move you ever wanted to know. He knew he was above Inumaki in all aspects yet you were out there with him-

"Can you look at her any harder" Maki snorted from beside him as she pinched him, making him ponder for a second how he'd dug himself this deep of a hole with his obsession with you- when had it gotten this bad? Usually he was calm and collected- nothing ruined his positive attitude and nothing broke out to show the people who surrounded him. There was only one root cause it could have been, and now he knew what he had to do when this stupid fight was over. He'd simply have to show you how much better he is then Inumaki.

You and Inumaki confidently volunteered to be a demonstration, and in turn be going first, ready to spar the skilled boy. You and Inumaki always playfully fought with each other- little harmless punches on arms here and there, but what you truly wanted was to witness his abilities in action, if against you- even better. You couldn't give this opportunity up as much as you subtly trembled with fear of being defeated in mere seconds- yet you had a good amount of faith planted in yourself. You took up a confident stance as you presented yourself in front of the crowd, Gojo taking the time to introduce the two of you as competitors- something dramatic, like something you'd witness at a wrestling match. You sighed at your teacher's unseriousness, yet remained put together as you readied yourself in position to strike. Your teacher counted down as his balled up fists swung up and down in excitement like a child with a wide grin on his face- or a proud father seeing his kid about to win their first soccer match after training them for months.

"Three..! Two...!" Inumaki brought his hand up, reaching for the zipper on his outfit.

"ONE!"

As his voice echoed, in seconds, you were immediately stunned and your actions silenced by the sudden "Don't move!" that made its way past his lips towards you. The crowd beside you screamed with praises and its opposing voices- ones yelling for Inumaki to show his true strength and praising him- "Yeah! Get her!", "That's right, show her Inumaki!", "Woah, that's such a cool ability!", and others contrasted, cheering you on, telling you that you were strong enough to break free of his technique. "Come on, you can do it!" "Break free!" "You're strong enough, beat him up!". Weirdly, only one voice rose above the crowd, prominent amongst all otthers- and familiar; the only voice really getting through to you in the moment of attempting to break the trance you had been put in.

"Come on Y/n! Show him- show him how strong you are!" You struggled to even cast a glance at the crowd to see if your assumptions about who said it was right, but it made you pay more attention to the dire situation at hand.

Trying to move your limbs proved useless as he grew closer, ready to take you down. You gritted your teeth with frustration as you struggled endlessly to no avail. Those words echoed in your mind as you tried to tear your arms from the position they had taken unwillingly when his words had made their way to you, focusing intently on your cursed energy. Slowly, yet quickly in the moment your hands started to shake- the crowd growing anxious with more excitement as Inumaki had finally come to close enough to strike you down, being blocked by your new free hand you managed to break from his powerful curse.

His eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to deflect the usual, landing attack. Your other hand came up on his left and striked him straight in the face when he wasn't paying attention, punching him when off guard to where he stepped back in trembling steps and pain as he held his cheek, head coming up to stare at you with a new discovered urge- to make you pummel to the ground. He wanted to use his technique, but hesitated at his decision as the ache in his throat was definitely real and not pleasant- throbbing every so often to remind him it was still there and what had caused it. And at the same time he really didn't want to injure you badly- it was just instinct to fight back.

Within the crowd, Yuuta had been cheering aggressively for you- hands cupping his mouth to intensify the volume of his screams at you, making a couple students look behind them at the annoying voice that kept springing out and making itself obvious. He paid no mind though, only keeping up his constant chants of your name, especially as you socked the boy in the face. Yuuta's face lightened in delight and jaw dropped in shock with a sudden respect- he couldn't lie that you looked real pretty while fighting him- even prettier when punching his 'friend' to smithereens.

Maki's face stayed neutral beside him throughout the whole fight, undeciding and unshowing of any bias- she loved the two of you equally- the only thing that made her expression change with her eyebrows raising, was Yuuta's constant and soon to be aggravating cheers that spilt from his mouth every two seconds, yet she decided against shushing him- letting him have his fun for once. When was he ever this happy about something?

Taking the open chance to hit, you purposefully downgraded your strength as you hit him in the stomach, making him tumble down and hunch over with hands clutching his abdomen- it was light compared to you using all the power you had. You wanted him to admit defeat, not death after all. As he was close to laying himself on the grass floor, you approached, appearance in front of him suddenly drowning out the student's cries and cheers of an obvious winner.

You were focused on the boy before you, his head hanging down and breathing labored breaths. You put out your hand to help him up, thinking nothing of it as he raised his head to look at you. Assuming the battle was over, you weren't prepared for him to use his ability again- but wrong you were as he mouthed a small, "Lie down". With it you crumbled to the grassy floor beside him, now fully laying down, the crowd gasping in shock at your sudden surrender, but they quickly realized it wasn't your doing, or that Inumaki did it in tandem with you for a tie. Gojo announced the winner in the heat of the chatter, proclaiming Inumaki had won despite his efforts for no clear winners- you were glued to the ground while eating mouthfuls of grass and whispering to the ants.

Pouting, you tried to flail your arms, complaining for Inumaki to let you up. Suddenly the crowd had been let through to see their friends and now they had started racing toward the two of you, leaving you to only cast a concerned look at the boy, being able to only turn your head away from the ants. His lips moved at your look, muttering something, but nothing came out vocally, leaving you to read the words his lips spelled themselves-

"I, Love, -"

"Wahh!" Suddenly a weight crashed down on you, one drawing you to turn your head in an attempt to see who it was, not realizing you didn't catch the end of Inumaki's words to you- or any of them at all. They were quickly forgotten.

But someone else did. Luckily he caught you right in time, his strong grip on your waist surprising you as he lifted you up, helping you back on your two feet as Maki grabbed onto Inumaki's while giving him a shoulder to lean on. It was Yuuta who grabbed your attention, now asking if you were okay. You replied with many "mhm"s to reassure him and looked at Inumaki as he gave you a soft smile in return, and without knowing what he ever said, you cast one back at him.

Your muscles ached when being walked back to your place by Yuuta, all five of you gathering at your door- with your permission beforehand. Yuuta scavenged in your pocket for your pair of keys after asking permission, unlocking the door and kicking it open gently, only a quiet thud to be heard when it hit the wall, signaling for them to walk in.

The day had ended as you and Inumaki enjoyed the rest of the sparring on the sidelines clutching onto a concerning amount of water bottles- gripping them so aggressively, it would scare anyone off if they really tried to take it from you. You both gulped it down in an instant, asking for a couple more from your friends who weren't drenched in sweat. It took a lot out of the two of you because you were fighting with no restraint, meaning that exhaustion would finally make itself apparent over the adrenaline and hit hard- a wave of grogginess making itself present as you sat down on a bench nearby.

Your eyes lightened as you saw a shadow pass by the table where the sun had directly chosen to grant its light, making it easy to tell if someone was behind you. Turning your head to look, a bright smile came from Yuuta as he placed another bottle down on the table in front of you. Wasting no time before your hands were on it- you drank it up in seconds like a beast dehydrated in the wilderness. Such a sight to see was a little unsettling, but Yuuta kept his eyes on you nonetheless- never faltering, and weirdly not blinking as you swallowed the rest and squished the plastic underneath your hand as you set it on the table. You thanked him out of breath, yet grateful, even if he had been a little odd lately. He didn't hear you though- too busy entranced by the sight of your lips on his water bottle. His cheeks once again build a light layer of red, unbeknownst to you as your attention was brought onto the spars fought in front of you again.

Putting everything he'd done aside, even letting him kindly offer to hold your aching muscles to make it home- you couldn't deny his irresistible face had taken a toll on you, especially when the sun dawned on it just right, hitting it in a position where his eyes sparkled and his cheeks were highlighted- a cute, faint rosy tint appearing from the sun's rays. The light also reflected off his teeth, making his smile appear somehow even more enticing- cute and innocent all at the same time. All combined with each other to make the man you saw before you, so you gladly agreed to his kind instincts- or just his natural personality. No complaints ever left your mouth- he handled you with the utmost care, like you had been injured beyond repair and if you were ever touched- even so grazed by an object, you'd be pierced or split into two. While he had you at his side, your heart pounded a little faster than usual- a strange phenomenon. Although the change was obvious, you didn't pay much attention to it. Wanting to ignore it, you spoke up to the boy holding you, yet hushed enough that no one else would hear it as they found somewhere to sit once they made their way into your livingroom.

"Sorry I got injured so easily- I really was hoping to study with you, it's just.." You trailed off as he stared at you intensely, waiting for you to continue without cutting you off. His expression became one appearing a little pained, but before you could comment on it, the rest of the group had started yelling out to the two of you to sit down and pick something to watch.

"How about this one- don't be a wuss- hey! Inumaki!"

"Fish flakes, tuna, bonito flakes!" (I'm not- hey c'mon! That one sucks!) He yelled, not letting her press the button on the remote to start it before stealing it straight from her hands.

"C'mon, it's just a horror movie." She said plainly, trying to convince him but to no avail. His grip didn't falter.

You grabbed the hand that held the remote, making Inumaki get caught off guard by your sudden action. Fingertips grazing one another, he thought time had stopped, the only ones not affected by it being you and him. The moment went slow, yet so fast, and his face had started to turn an obvious red, his uniform coming in to safe him once again.

You sat down and Yuuta took a spot beside you, and when he saw the look his "friend" gave you- one with sparkling eyes, he immediately pulled you into an embrace with his arm making its way to grip the shoulder away from him, hugging you tight. The warmth of his body up against yours hadn't processed yet, but now you were twinning with Inumaki- except you weren't blushing at him, but at Yuuta. Inumaki spared an angry look Yuuta's way at the sudden possessiveness, not taking any further action- he knew you wouldn't like them fighting, but it had been obvious that Yuuta had been tempting him for awhile now, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

It was Yuuta's breaking point, and he needed you to see exactly what he thought of you- the way his mind went dizzy and how fast his heart raced when he was by your side, the way his eyes lit up in excitement to see you after a long day, the way he'd protect you no matter what you were up against- he couldn't stand to see you get hurt when you could've simply asked him to accompany you. And sure, you may not have needed him- but he didn't care. He couldn't get frustrated at you or angry, and he couldn't stand to see Inumaki trying to take what was his. He was going to be the one to comfort you- bandage you up after training, and make sure you were content.

He leaned down to move your hair from the side of your face, mouth so close that you could feel his breath fanning you as he whispered,

"Can we go to your room really quick? Just wanna talk" His voice made goosebumps present on your skin- anxiety rising a little at the request.

With a now fast-racing heart because you had an idea of what was going to happen, you only nodded in agreement before getting ready to stand up, Yuuta already ahead of you and reaching out for your hand to lift you up off the couch. You took his hand with ease as you calmed the rest of the group before they could question anything- convincing them it was to show him your new room set up. Although it was an obvious lie, they let it pass- except for Inumaki who passed you a sad glare- one you could tell a pout had surfaced underneath the fabric covering his mouth. You suddenly felt a twinge of guilt at what you were doing- yet you didn't know what for. But the man beside you sure as hell did, only smiling an innocent-looking smile back Inumaki's way, a contrasting expression that meant the opposite- anyone could see through it, yet only Inumaki was the one to witness it.

Your hand was encased in his slightly moist one- Yuuta sweating with nervousness at such a sudden confession he'd have to make just so he wouldn't have to see you at the side of someone who aggravated him so much. he swept you two away from the group in an instant, ending up in your contrasting cold room with only the moonlight showing hints of each others faces. It made for a cool atmosphere- your whole body tensing because you turned the heat off before you left. Your attention was brought away from thinking about such useless things as he sat down, leading you straight to his side on your bed. Dipping down on your mattress, you instinctively avoided looking at him straight on- but it didn't matter when a finger reached out aimed for your chin, lifting it up to be faced with eyes that sparkled in the moonlight because they presented themselves at the perfect angle, the light spilling from the window directly pointed at you two. No matter how dark it was in the room, you could tell it was eyes that you trusted sat with you- you didn't feel unsafe, nor as anxious as you had been before you recognized them again. They reassured you- reminded you of who was before you. Yuuta. Your Yuuta.

A warm sensation blossomed inside you, lowering your shoulders out of instinct as your body heat increased, adjusting ever so slightly to the temperature. You warmed up even more as he brought your face closer to his- feeling his unsteady breaths fanning against your lips this time, grazing them ever so slightly, making you shiver in anticipation about what he'd do. You never thought Yuuta liked you like this- but was it really that surprising by how he was acting lately?

He had given you all the hints and somehow you never put them together and realized. Now everything was clicking before you, and his eyes battled on keeping contact with you and lowering them to your lips; only encouraging you to bring your mouth to his. Closing your eyes out of shyness, you didn't see the way his widened in shock, nor the newly flushed face that presented itself vulnerably before you at the hinting of what you wanted him to do- what you were waiting for. A light kiss filled with emotion flooded every sensation and filled every area in your mind, wiping everything to nothing but a clean slate- now overwhelmed with the fondness he had emptied into your throat to be swallowed and consumed, and you couldn't get enough. Every tender emotion he had towards you showed itself through a simple kiss where lips parted and tongues hesitated to touch.

You pulled away not wanting to be aggressive, but at that moment he only wanted more, his hand slithering to hold your neck and push you firmly against him. Your tongues clashed as he explored your mouth, little gasps being pulled from you at the possessiveness he was showing again. His other hand roamed your body- wanting to explore you thoroughly all over now that he finally had you. No one else got to see the way your body faltered to his little reaffirming squeezes on your body, feeling up your clothed chest and gripping your hip, then shoulders before taking your cheeks in his hand to hold you. The kiss had turned sloppy- excessive amounts of spit leading to a string being attached as the two of you separated for a breath. It still tried to hold the both of you together. Its attempt was futile, breaking as you were suddenly pushed to the mattress and pinned down to the bed.

"W-wait- the door is open.." You pointed out with labored breathing, the sight of your chest heaving almost blocking your view of the television light streaming in the slight crack of your door.

It was the perfect opportunity to show Inumaki you were his- Yuuta couldn't let this go to waste.

"Can you be quiet?" He asked in a hushed voice in comparison to yours, not demanding in any way- in fact, he made you quite comfortable with the soothing way he always spoke. You thought you'd get whiplash at how fast you nodded back In agreement, needing more from him, and immediately.

Your body was desperate for more as you unconsciously lifted your hips up for friction against his body, only colliding with layers that hadn't yet been taken off- now being stripped in a horny and lust-filled frenzy, his hands finding every hem of yours like it was his only job in life, and then tearing it off of you like a meal he was anxiously getting ready to devour. There were no complaints- only slight embarrassment as the final items were being taken off you, his hands sneaking themselves under your body, digging in the mattress to find where the straps of your bra were. If you didn't know him well, you would've thought he'd done it many times before, because within a swift moment, he had unclipped it and revealed your chest, the breeze in the air making your tits perk up in surprise at the change.

But the heat was quickly returned by Yuutas palms, groping them as he gazed up to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of you underneath the stunning light. He was only met with a view he'd imagined in his darkest dreams- ones fueled only by desire, making his breath hitch at how good you looked for him simply as you were, laid in front of him, hair now all over the place and tangled in some places, eyes beginning to be blissed out foggy from lust, and the rest of you soon to be worshipped by everything he had- with every fiber of his being. He lowered his head, unable to resist his urges, dropping into the crook of your neck and planting gentle kisses along your shoulder. Occasionally he'd suck at the sensitive skin- relishing in how soft it felt between his teeth after nibbling on it, eliciting beautifully quiet moans to spill from your lips as you held back the louder sounds that threatened to break free if you weren't careful.

You grasped onto his shirt as if it'd be your savior- not caring as long as you have something to ground you, or else you don't know how you'd last another second of his blissful torture. Absolutely obsessed with you, he trailed the kisses to the side of your jaw, edging closer to your eager lips with each kiss as he went. His hands kept on you like they each had a mind of their own- taking initiative and exploring the new territory exposed to them. Yuuta was entranced as he carved love marks into every inch of you he crossed- the smell of you filling his nose, taking up every sense and crawling into every area of his mind, crushing every bit of sanity he had left.

You were cracking him open without realizing- every new experience he was having with you, every sound he dug out, every new place he discovered and touched, every noise that spilled from between your lips. He'd remember them all, and soak in them every time he managed to pull more out of you- soak in your essence, or simply just your presence underneath him he had craved for the longest time. It was all enough to destroy the man through and through, and enough to pull him up from beneath the dirt at the same time. You were his all in the moment, and he was in his own personal heaven- one he'd wanted for so long you couldn't even comprehend- not even he knew how bad it had gotten.

After many teasing pecks and deeper indulges at your skin, he'd finally given you what you both were waiting for- except he was aggressive as you held onto him harder, needing the reassurance you had something there as he nibbled on your lip, eating up the gasps that made their way out and shoving his tongue in your mouth at the chance he made for himself. They tangled in fervor, deepening as you both fought for dominance- coming out short as Yuuta was obviously more determined to be the winner of this battle- any other and you would have led a great victory, but it was his chance to show his skill to you. He moved his hands from their randomized spot on your body, bringing them to cup your cheeks in a gentle embrace as the kiss kept on, somehow sinking deeper into the bed at the force put into it by both ends. Your hands moved from the confined area they were trapped in of Yuuta's chest to finding their way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as a new way of holding on- yet calling out for more. At that, Yuuta made an animalistic sound- something of a deep growl, expressing he really liked it. Needing more air to keep on, you both hesitatingly separated for a few seconds to breathe ragged breaths and take in the present, but growing hungry for more.

You were too gone in the moment to notice the tiny sounds that erupted from beyond the open door, the light streaming through remaining the same- no one had touched it, but someone was going to walk by and see what was happening in your bedroom; footsteps getting closer. You were completely dazed by Yuuta's skillful mouth and unaware- but his head turned around in a mere split second, enough so you couldn't tell he had gotten distracted, yet at the perfect time for him to catch a glimpse of Inumaki walking towards the bathroom that was down the hall past your room. He made eye contact with the boy, making Inumaki's eyes widen at the scene unfolding before him in your bedroom, his legs growing weak at the sight of Yuuta over you.

Did- did he really just see what he thought he did? He stopped- listening into the room more intensely, realizing he did. He stood there, outside the contrasting dark room in shock. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he made the rest of the journey to the bathroom and shut himself in there, separating himself from the rest of his friends. The tears fell freely now, silent cries to help kill the urges that wouldn't go away as easily as he hoped they would. He sat there for a long while- Maki and Panda being easily distracted by the movie they picked out, regarding Inumaki's disappearance as a short one because they had truly lost track of time. As tears hit the cold tiled floor in the now claustrophobic and unsettling feeling bathroom, Yuuta had claimed the comfiest, highest spot- on top of you. Every moment that went by, a tear slid down a soaked, tear-stained cheek. And with every tiny drop that fell and hit the floor, Yuuta relished more and more in the fact he'd shown Inumaki whose you really were.

You stayed lying with your head back on the mattress and your eyes glued shut, unaware of the scene unfolding right in front of you. His playful tongue came to a stop and he gazed at you lovingly with dark, lust-filled eyes. They called out for more- hungry and demanding of a meal to satiate- and luckily you were right in front of him, a delectable, beautifully prepared meal ready to be eaten alive. One of his hands moved to collect yours and pin them above your head, intertwining his fingers with one of them. It subtly hinted he caught on to your need of being grounded- such an observant boy.

You needed him. You were absolutely positive you were desperate now, and he was here to make sure you'd never escape him in the sweetest of ways. His other hand traveled to the waistband of your underwear that remained, swiftly finding its way in and under- an arch forming at the sudden touch of his fingertip to the soaked-through, damp cloth on top of your cunt. Teasing you, he ran his finger on the fabric, running from your clit to your hole over and over to only elongate the little moans that fell and the way your hips thrust up, trying to meet him for more. Your body was begging, and he only complied when your breaking voice had come out to say what you wanted- he was waiting for you to beg.

"hnghh- please Yuuta. Need more" you said, almost being brought to tears on how much your nerves were throbbing for more friction. He obeyed and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before bringing his hand to where you wanted him, fingertips once again teasing you, but this time it slid easily across your slick as he put the underwear to the side. When he brought his fingers out to observe the mess they picked up, he was only brought to an evil smile as your slick had coated them nicely- tempting him to stick his tongue out for a taste, and he couldn't deny such an eager desire. He paid no mind to your detests of worry that fumbled clumsily out of your mouth, only relishing in your sweet taste as he stuffed his digits into his mouth to fully clean them off.

"Taste just as sweet as I imagine- such a pretty girl for me, and delicious" He said, only making you cover your face with trembling hands as the heat of embarrassment warmed your face to a burning degree.

You didn't know if you'd be able to handle this man- if you'd survive after the treatment he was giving you, as good as it was, it was torturous, and you wouldn't be able to function normally much longer. This time when he brought his hand down, he pulled the waistband of your underwear down and undressed you fully, teetering backwards a bit to get a better view of you naked under the streams of moonlight that accentuated your body- a trail of drool running down the man's chin at the sight. Not holding back any longer, he finally collected some of your slick, carefully sliding a finger into your cunt. Quiet gasps were the only thing you allowed out as he gently added another finger- he had gotten you so turned on you swore there was already a puddle of your juices pooled beneath you.

"Doing so good for me pretty girl- so good." He breathed out.

Rendering you speechless, you only arched your back- pushing into him, begging for more. He could cum at the sight of you, needy for his every touch, but he withheld. As his fingers curled upwards, he placed soft kisses on your lower stomach, making you cover your mouth instead of your face so you wouldn't risk any sudden loud sounds alerting your oblivious friends in the neighboring room. His other hand had begun toying with your clit, pinching it and rubbing it in slow circles to tease you- bringing you close enough, but slowing his pace when you showed signs of cumming.

"P-please Yuuta- lemme cum, please." You begged the man, feeling a trail of wet lips make its way downward, now comfortable by your clit, the anticipation bubbling in the depths of your stomach- an explosion of butterflies rushing through you.

"Fuuuuck- hahh-" Arching your back once more, he finally obliged and pressed a teasing kiss to your clit before sucking on it, his pistoning fingers bringing you to your awaited release. You bit your lip hard, a taste of blood lingering in your mouth, paying it no mind as he fucked you through your orgasm, leaving you whining as he sucked every now and then, getting sensitive. He liked the way your hips jumped up, and how you shut your eyes a little tighter. It made him want to make you cum a thousand times over just for your reactions to play over and over in front of his eyes- a great reality he wanted to witness forever. You cupped his cheeks when he finally removed his fingers, bringing him up to you for a passionate kiss, not caring to taste your release still fresh on his lips. This time you took the lead, slipping your tongue into his mouth. As it went on, he quickly slid down his own pants, taking them off with his underwear in a flash and lining himself up with you as he stroked his precum to lubricate himself a little- you alone were wet enough, but he wanted to stray away from the idea of hurting you, wanting to make it a pleasant experience.

It slipped in with ease, sinking into you- unable to hold back a loud moan as it was a little bigger than anything you've ever had.

"S-shit you're so warm- you okay?" He groans out, nodding, you're unable to voice anything without noises slipping out. His cock drags along your walls, slowly at first to get you adjusted- he's asking you every few minutes if you're okay- unknown to him, he's slowly breaking you apart, because eventually you're asking him to go faster. His pace quickens and his length is now fully in- the lewd sound of skin slapping against each other as your hips meet filling the otherwise quiet room.

"So good for me" he mumbles, his lips by your ear filling it with praises as you clench down on him, spurring him on even more as he keeps his fast yet gentle pace.

He blindly finds your hand's new placement gripping the sheets, flipping them over as he puts his palm in yours, intertwining fingers as he moves his head to kiss your neck, more messy markings littering your chest. His thrusts turning erratic- he was making love to you, and you were in absolute bliss- your mind was hazy and your sight was clouded- you were on the edge.

"Oh fuck, y/n- you feel so fucking good" he growls, only getting you closer to cumming.

"Yuuta- hnghh, m'close- fuck"

"Shit- where do y'want me to cu-"

"In me"

And with that his cum is pouring into you, strings of it filling you up as you cum in tandem, bringing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, saliva running down both your chins as you muffle each other's moans.

Eventually you both calm down, chests heaving and cuddled up in one another's embrace. Your eyes are threatening to close out of fatigue as he's planting even more gentle kisses on your face, whispering about how good you did.

"Yuuta.. you're so good to me." You slur out in a daze, making a lazy smile appear on the boy's face. He only kisses your lips, shushing you before you start him up again. He's struggling to contain his happiness of the moment, and you're only making it harder. He backs away from your sprawled out form, muttering mostly to himself about how he'll be right back- he's gonna get you cleaned up. The door is still propped open, the difference in light blinding him for a second as he adjusts and sees the bathroom door is wide open and the light is off- he was too distracted to notice Inumaki left, but he still notices the abundance of tissues stacked in your garbage which was empty before- he made sure to go to the bathroom before the movie started just to check.

His ego boosts as he sturdies his shoulders, knowing he did what he wanted to. He grabs a random hand towel from a collection you have, wetting it with warm water before returning to wipe you down- met with the same sight of you, except your breathing is calm, your lips are lazily parted and your eyes are gently shut. He laughs to himself before cleaning you up, discarding the towel on the bed as he gathers your clothes from where they were thrown, waking you up in the process with the sounds of obvious shuffling.

"Sorry- didn't mean to wake you pretty." He says apologetically.

"Mm, it's okay. Didn't mean to fall asleep anyway. Thanks." You say as he assists your legs into the holes of your clothing, then turns you around to the side to clip your bra back on and lift your shirt back over your head. "Good as new, baby." He assures, a hand present on your back to support you. He kisses your forehead before taking your hand in his and helping you off the bed- legs wobbling a little before stabling yourself, still a little shaken from him. You don't mind though- only eager to see how far through the movie your friends have gotten, and ready to enjoy the rest with Yuuta.

The two of you make your way to the living room, finding an empty spot on the couch as Maki and Panda are still over-invested in the movie playing- they don't even notice the presence of you two. But you can feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking into the distance, from across the open living room you see Inumaki, an apparent frown on his face as he stands present in your kitchen. His uniform is off and your eyes widen, realizing he knows exactly what you've done. He looks at you disapprovingly, shaking his head, trying his best to hold back from sulking at the sight as he tears his eyes away from you two.

You know you've messed up- but aren't you happy with Yuuta? The way he's gentle with you, praises you- talks to you. But- could it have been better with Inumaki? The way the past couple days have been compared to this one night- were they all for nothing? Everything just for it to come to a conclusion with this dark haired boy? You're brought out of your head by a hand over your shoulder, a palm on your head pulling you down to rest it on the man's shoulder beside you.

"You look so good beside me",

"Oh, and we still on for that study date?", he asked in a hushed voice- and suddenly you don't remember what you were thinking about.

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feelingdozy · 9 months ago

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Best Way to Watch a Movie - Choso Kamo

summary: Its late at night and you're comfortable with Choso on the couch watching a movie. With his hands all over you, an ache can't help but make itself present between your legs- one you can't relieve by yourself.

wc: 2,4k

warnings: 18+, hickeys/biting, fingering (f! receiving), cunnilingus (f! receiving), squirting, dry humping/grinding, his fingers in your mouth, mention of gagging, begging, choso's a tease, also has a tongue piercing

It was late and the sun had already fell, the only lights still on in your shared apartment being the tv with the multicolored reflection of the screen landing on the two of you who sat down cuddled up on the couch. You were leaning on his shoulder, head resting in the crook of his neck, and his arm wrapped around you. The loud speaking with the comedy track in the back that echoed in the room spared none of your attention as you were only focused on the grip of his hand that slithered its way to push you closer against him, making your cheeks darken with color and body warm up with a blazing heat from the close contact- things your lucky that the room was too dimly lit to be noticed by the man beside you.

You assumed he was too focused on the movie he had picked for the two of you to watch tonight- this week being Choso's turn to rule over the streaming channels and pick a long awaited film to watch with his lover. But even so, his attention was diverted from the film as quickly as yours was- focusing on the way your hands had placed themselves by his lap by default, something you'd usually pay no mind to- yet the touch lingered and any sudden movements had became prominent to him and drew his attention.

After feeling your position shift for the third or fourth time, his eyes finally landed on the side of your face being illuminated by the different shades of the screen that reflected off of you in the dark room- making out the flustered details so subtly he was surprised he even caught onto you. If only you knew that every little action and movement you made had given everything away to him- he read you like a book, knowing that you were struggling to keep your self still and away from the warmth growing down below from the simplest of physical contact.

Such simple touches from the man could get you so worked up, and him knowing this didn't make it any easier to try and bypass his teasing and attempts at getting you to crack for him, to give in to your wants and desires. Usually you wouldn't have minded to be persuaded so easily- but you had made him a promise of getting through at least one of his chosen movies before doing anything to distract him.

His hand started to rub up and down your shoulder and downwards to graze your tits with a slight haunting of his soft palm over them, making your legs squeeze together with need and a slight throbbing that was starting to make itself present through the confinement of your underwear at the new sensations. You swore he had felt the pace of your heart speed up, and the sound of thumps against your chest gain volume- but he paid no mind to it- his vision only ever leaving the screen when you'd try and stop his ministrations, eyes met with a taunting grin.

You didn't want to give up- yet you found yourself unraveling his hand from its place around you and returning it back to where it should be, before leading it downwards to where you now ached for relief from your boyfriend. Laughs erupted from the tv, but no heads were turned, instead attention being taken up from his cold fingertips skimming the untouched skin above the rim of your underwear.

"You need something, dear?"

"please, choso-" you breathed out with desperation, hoping he'd do something- anything to stop the pressure and bring you bliss with his talented fingertips. Seemingly taking the hint of what you wanted, his hand then went to skim the band of the underwear, feeling the fabric for the rim before forcing it under, fingers now finding their way to your folds.

He wasted no time finding your clit- puffy and already aching for more of his touch. rubbing it with gentle circles to start you off, his lips made their way to the crook of your neck, kissing gentle kisses into the sensitive spots he had memorized and carving dark hickeys into the soft flesh. Your eyes fluttered close as he continued a path around your neck, each time a gasp flying out of your mouth and a light moan with every lick at the fresh bites after making sure that a dark spot would remain as proof of what happened the night before. The chill of his piercing shocked you every time he came back for seconds below your jaw, his nips at your skin turning more aggressive as his cock twitched in his pants at the way he got off from pleasuring you.

His pace quickened on your bud, not getting too far along before you were pleading for more, every word coming out of your mouth like a lustful chant. It was music to his ears- serenading him to keep going, yet he knew he didn't just want to get you off by just a few repetitive circles. Soon enough his hand would dip just a bit further to tease your entrance, soaked and easy for him to slide in with one finger at first, seeing how much you could take. Hissing at the unexpected intrusion, your hands started to palm his cock that was trapped under the sweatpants he wore, making him groan from your gentle touch.

Moans slid off your tongue, not caring to silence the enjoyment of him pumping in and out of you- soon begging him for more. He couldn't deny your sweet pleas for more of him, yet he didn't want to give in to you just yet. Instead his other hand slithered its way into your mouth to mute your sounds, humming with delight at the intrusion. Your hands moved from their place and left his dick lonely, instead gripping the arms with strained muscles that now kept a fast pace down below as it quickened.

"We can't wake anyone, now can we baby? Its late- people are sleeping y'know"

You accepted them graciously, tongue coating them with your saliva and sometimes sucking on them to prevent any harsher sounds from making their way out of your mouth. As another finger easily made it way into your cunt and pumped in tandem, you were thankful for the new muffler.

He sped up with no mercy, needing to see you cum on his quick hands- the ones that showed your g-spot nothing but attention as you were quickly being pushed to the edge. Your warnings to him were shushed by the spit coated fingers pressing down further into your throat, making you gag and unable to express anything but bliss from expressions to noises that somehow surpassed the deeply lodged fingers.

"Shh baby- just cum f'me okay? Need to see you cumming on my fingers."

Hitting just the right spot with his advanced knowledge of your body- your orgasm came crashing down, eyes rolling to catch a glimpse of your skull at the overwhelming feeling the man had granted you. He watched your body shake with a starved look on his face, watching your chest gracefully rise and fall from the aftershocks of overstimulation- fingers continuing to prolong your release as much he could. He was still hungry for more of you- the things he could provoke out of you, and he wasn't going to stop until he got his fill.

He removed the wet digits from its place buried in your mouth, a trail of saliva stayed connecting it before it was put down, connecting your mouths instead. His soft lips found salvation on yours- deepening the kiss with hints of wanting more- needing more, aching for as much touch from you as he could get. And if you had given more, no doubt he would've came in his boxers from that alone.

Carelessness was no such thing Choso knew, a passionate game between tongues as you battled for dominance, quickly submitting to him as his free hands now caressed your body- groping your tits and roaming the rest of the covered areas on you.

He fiddled with your top, only hastily separating from your intoxicating lips to remove your shirt with utmost desire to see your vulnerable form in front of him- the fact that he was the only one who got to see you like this somehow turning him on even more. Desperate to watch you come absolutely undone on his tongue, obvious by the way he can hardly contain himself and the self control its taking for his body not to drag itself down by the lovely place in-between your thighs and rip everything remaining on you, off.

Focusing on the task at hand instead, he's diving his reach deeper to get ahold of your stubborn pants- his one enemy, the only barrier preventing his vision from being granted a delicious sight. Once his hands are skimming the waistband, they're pulled down and thrown over to who-knows where in the dark of the living room. His fingertips had grazed every inch of your skin by the time he had finally sunk down to his knees, an excited nervousness bubbling deep in the pits of your stomach in anticipation of the pleasure he'd grant you.

Choso was incredibly skilled with his tongue- something you definitely took advantage of being his girlfriend and all, and he didn't mind it because his oral fixation would be fed whenever you muffled him with your pussy either sat on his face or when he ate you out like he was now- a heavenly place, a personal favourite, suffocated by the plush of your thighs. The fact that he had a tongue piercing had proved to be even more helpful in his goals to provide the utmost pleasure for you, most of the time the night ending in your cries of him to slow down with the strokes of his skilled muscle that flicked with fervor at your folds.

This time was no different, only his mission being to have you writhing beneath every lick- sensitive to every touch of his and every taunting suck at your clit. Not wanting to disappoint, he fit his way into his usual position and place of safety, softness incasing his head and squishing his cheeks. With the little light he had access to, he noticed the dark, wet stain, left on your panties from being denied release. Wanting to make the orgasm a reality, his tongue finally stuck out and licked a stripe over the fabric, piercing present and making you hiss with shiver crawling down your spine at the sensation of it along the material.

Pleads of wanting more had exited your mouth with no filter nor muffle to quiet you, egging the man below you to move the annoying fabric over instead of his original plan to tease you until tears were streaming down your sweet face- you were just too enticing, and he needed to taste how sweet you were again. Listening to you, the cold air had hit your folds when he moved the lace to the side making you request more of him. He darted out his tongue to shush you, moans replacing the begs and your legs tensing at the sudden blissful feeling. Only kitten licks had you dripping, the metal ball catching on your clit to make you jerk up into him for more.

He finally obliged and latched his evil lips to you, starting off by alternating with sucks on your throbbing clit, and then coating it with his spit as his tongue ran over it- feeling his nose run up and down the area of your folds. Louder moans emerged from the depths of you, being from the feeling of the metal constantly catching when the muscle made it back up to the spot you wanted it most. Unconsciously, your hands were moving to ball up your fists with his hair, resulting in you pushing him closer to your cunt. He hummed at the way your hands had entangled themselves with his locks, keeping up his speed to entice more whines.

He hadn't even noticed the way he pitifully grinded his hips into the plush of the couch cushions you were sat on, the only friction his cock receiving being from the now animalistic way he was rutting into it to get some relief for himself. He could feel the precum gathering and knew it would bleed through his sweatpants- though he didn't care enough as he recognized the new tone of which your voice was getting higher in pitch.

You were getting close, not thinking that his thick fingers would once again haunt your release, a pleasant pumping returning.

"Fuck! hmphh- hah- Choso! Feels so good-" voice trembling as the talented tips of the digits reached your g-spot for the second time of the night, his sucks on your clit paired with the delicious curl of his fingers had sent you off the edge- trying to hold yourself back and not scream by nibbling at the skin of your cheek. You came crashing down- immediately failing and shaking as you tightly held his head hostage, his ministrations going until his face was coated in your juices. Your attempts at keeping quiet came out a horrible failure and you hadn't realized he had made you feel so good that you had squirted until his half lidded eyes met yours with a coated face, your juices running down his chin- and somehow making it all the way to just graze his hairline, a reflection of light dancing on him to make you realize he'd been a absolutely soaked from the amount he'd made come out of you.

His ears were met with your string of apologies that he didn't want to hear, instead meeting his mouth with yours as his hand made its way to hold your neck to support the heavy make out session- tasting yourself on him in the process and successfully shutting you up.

"You were so good for me dear- so good" he whispered, breathless and somewhat pussy drunk off your delightful taste. A small break between kisses had turned into both of you catching a hard knock at your door followed up with the angry mumbling of a neighbor at the other end. You'd have to urge Choso to chose a movie that could drown the two of you out- it'd be needed the next time you two were up so late.

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feelingdozy · 9 months ago

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"A deal's a deal, no?" - Geto Suguru

Summary: you're assigned a mission to get Intel on the enemies next moves- that enemy being an old friend, and some how you were enticed to spend a little more time with him- but what harm could it cause? Just some more info for you. Right?

wc: 3,7k

Warnings: 18+, manipulation, threats, killing and torture mentioned, mean geto, has a breeding kink - mention of pregnancy (no actual pregnancy here), vaginal fingering, p in v, biting, rough sex

You were not supposed to be doing this. When you were assigned the mission, everyone said to be wary- keep your eyes out and don't get distracted by him. Yet here you were, suffocated in the comfort of his kitchen with him beside you- an innocent conversation slicing the silent atmosphere- a conversation you longed for, more interesting then you had ever had with anyone else.

You didn't want to take the mission. In fact, when first proposed to you, you outright rejected it. Simply not having the guts to do it had stumped you- that man was your weakness, and it wouldn't be so simple trying to get him to trust you and deceiving him in the process to do so. Your heart spoke against it, and your footsteps led you astray- yet constantly being faced with it by force wasn't making it any better- especially when the higher ups found out about the level of importance the mission was- needing more information on Geto, they didn't care about personal feelings- just connections, and you were someone who could make it happen.

they forced you to unwillingly take it, explaining your task with great detail and always reinforcing the fact to you that no matter what, you couldn't surrender to the manipulative man, because they knew in all truth he could have you around his fingertips in a matter of seconds. Missing him was an understatement, a friend you had treasured and gotten close with in such little time- yet now such a hard thing to admit out loud. That's why you immediately took it to Satoru and Shoko.

You sighed with disappointment, ranting about how the higher ups could put this big of a task on you- even your life at risk depending how far Suguru would take it. You didn't know what kind of person he was anymore- and for all you know he could want to murder you as soon as he lays his eyes on a well known person he once knew- one he once knew as a friend.

"Ughh- i can't believe they actually made me do this! Why not you, huh? You're closer to him then I am!" Pointing your finger at Satoru, making him giggle as you wiggled it midair, his hand coming up to swat yours down at the accusation.

"They probably trust you can kill him if anything goes wrong. If it was me- hell he'd know everything in a matter of two seconds, and the aftermath wouldn't be pretty, that's for sure" He replied shrugging his shoulders, reassuring you that he would be the last person that they'd want for the job.

"And how am I expected to do any better, hm?" You said, pouting at the man. You knew you were just as vulnerable as he was to Suguru, and at any rate this mission would come crashing down from the sheer fact you saw him and was in his presence again.

"C'mon you two, make it a little more depressing in here." Shoko said with annoyance laced in her tone as she waved the cigarette around in her hand, making you both snap out of the accidental reminiscing and nostalgic thoughts.

"Just think- once your done, in the end you'll have seen him again, right?" She continued, trying to bring the mood up.

"But.. its not really him- is it..."

A couple days later you had finally set out on the assigned day. Finding the man wasn't so easy. After all, your only guide had been recent crimes that were only assumed to be him- using that as your leverage for somewhere he'd be lurking around. You didn't expect to stumble upon him so easily though- you hesitated thinking such would be a nice trap for you, but he had spoken out like you had talked just yesterday- nothing abnormal to his behavior.

The first place you had stumbled upon was an abandoned building with curses being rumored to have been seen and a bigger presence being involved, so when your eyes caught a figure in the dark of a creepy, crumbled up place you could hardly call a building anymore, you had every reason to be in shock- and cautious as the voice broke the silence.

"Well, well. It's been a long time, hasn't it y/n?" You thought you felt your heartstrings being teased by his voice pronouncing your name again- being spoken to by him was quite the feat now, and not expecting it to roll of his tongue the way it did stung you with memories you didn't want to cherish, because now all they did was haunt you on quiet, late nights when you were alone. You let the silence reappear after he tried to spark a conversation, instead getting defensive at his calm manner.

On the other hand, right away by sensing your presence entering the building, he could tell you were up to something- not caring who had put you up to it, he knew he couldn't let such an opportunity fall out from beneath his fingertips, so he made up a simple plan. Persuade you into coming over to a base of his, get you comfortable and then have you spilling whatever plans the school had come up with to take him down.

"How've you been? Good I assume? It's been a little while since we've spoken, hasn't it? Unsure of what he was getting at, although you came here first for him- you questioned him first, because when had it been so easy to be in his company? Why hadn't he fled from you? There was no reason to be scared, most of the time he simply did it out of annoyance- not that you knew, but most reports had rumored him not being a fighter unless forced. So, why?

"What do you want, Geto?" You shouted back, not caring for pleasantries of any sorts to butter him up.

"I can't have small talk with an old friend? I know you've come here for something too. I haven't grown unaware in the time we've spent apart."

Sighing at the man, you spoke, "This isn't the sort of place i'd like to reunite and chat with an old friend, y'know."

"Then allow me to lead us elsewhere- for better aesthetics, would that please you?" Sarcasm infused with his tone annoyed you, him only simply grinning at the displeased reaction on your face.

You didn't think you'd get this far to be honest- With the way you tried to prevent yourself from letting him get close, or pretend to get close- you didn't think you'd actually be letting the man guide you to a safe location- and you didn't think you'd agree to such a stupid, obvious set up.

it had been a long while since the two of you had seen each other or sat comfortably in proximity, let alone spoken a couple of words to spark a familiar feeling. Once he opened the door and invited you in, you guided yourself to his empty looking kitchen- seeing obvious signs this wasn't his only place of comfort he had come for rest. He wouldn't take you to his base right away, but to be so obvious with it wasn't quite the Suguru you once knew. But who was the Suguru you once knew, anyway?

Taking a seat at his counter, he followed behind you as he offered you a drink. You were simply his guest and he was being polite, it wouldn't be very nice to decline- especially when it was such an old friend, would it? As you were stuck in thought as to appear rude or just go for a quick drink of whatever he served up to you, he was quick to start another conversation to fill the air that surrounded the two of you so it didn't lead to complete silence- and to not waste time in his empty secondhand home. As he breathed in to start, you interrupted him- taking the chance for conversation as something was troubling you more then ever.

"Do you always befriend your enemy?" The words slipped off your tongue, suspicious as ever at his sudden allyship with you- his head turning to have his gaze staring right into your pupils- one you swore saw right through and what you thought you no matter what the next words were that would slip past his sly lips as he'd look for your response.

You had wondered when he'd bring such a crucial conversation up, but your attitude didn't falter nor crack around him, even with his new life he had taken up. You thought to yourself for a moment about how to reply, not going to give anything up to him no matter what.

"Just wanted to see how an old friend was doing, that's all."

"After all this time- and now you want to check up on me?" You shifted in your seat, unknowing how to respond.

"I could say the same to you- but now's not the time for idle chit-chat. Could you be honest with me for once and tell me what you really desire, Geto?"

"Suguru."

"Huh?"

"Suguru. Have you already forgotten my name?"

There had to be a plan behind his actions- why would he let you in so easily after all this time for a measly conversation? You knew he wasn't dumb nor ignorant to your status and where you came from, but what exactly was he planning to have you in his grasp and be in his presence for such a long period without any consequence or leverage? There simply had to be something in it for him. The man had taken a stance behind you now, circling your relaxed figure as you were sat- like you were his prey of some sort. And you sure felt like it when his eyes were on you for the majority of the time- feeling his glare uncomfortably on yours at the strangest of times. Just what was he looking out for, and in the comfort of his own safe place? Maybe he pondered what sort of sneak attacks or ambushes you could've pulled if he had gotten comfortable and let his guard down around you- but that was simply thoughts that needed to be discarded- thoughts from the past.

You didn't know each other that well anymore- so technically you couldn't blame him, the fact you worked for the school he had gone to was reason enough, and he knows what they do there well.

Now going practically unnoticed by you, he had gotten closer then before, to the point he was staring at the hairs on the top of your head. He leaned down, mouth now so close you swear he kissed the inside of your ear.

"Do you think I'm stupid, y/n?" He whispered into your ear, his breath causing a shiver to make its way down your spine at his proximity and his words filled with sudden anger. He backed up before his finger grazed your shoulder as he started to spin the chair you sat on, finger making its way around you as he spun it to make you face him directly. It had made it all the way to your face now, holding your chin up for you to look at him, now in front of you with a piercing gaze.

"Who do you take me for, hm? Do you really think i'd believe those stupid lies your spewing?"

"Suguru-"

"There's no use in trying to persuade me now, sweetheart. Look at your position. I've got you in my house, alone. Hm, maybe you think Satoru's gonna come strutting along looking for you. Such a pretty face- he wouldn't wanna lose you, another friend- right?"

Your brows furrowed at his threats as he held your cheek in his one hand, unwillingly craving it as you pushed your face towards it instead of rejecting, unable to resist his touch. It was habit- the way he was so welcomed to touch you- yet your mind was sending distress signals, telling you it was dangerous for him to be so close. Your feelings clashed and caused you uncertainty of what to do next- all sense of focus being lost to the moment unfolding between the two of you. You couldn't even allow simple words to form, swallowing them down in fear of having to fight someone so close, yet so far away from you.

With shakiness to your voice, you still desired to know the outcome if you did happen to fight back and leave with a failed mission.

"And- what'll happen to me, Suguru? You gonna kill me? Torture me?"

"Tell me what you're here for and I won't have to go to those sorts of measures. I don't want to clean up another mess after all." He replied with a sigh, his other hand coming up to cup both your cheeks now, squeezing them together with a smile on his face.

"Such fear in your eyes. Oh? Don't tell me i've actually made you scared?"

"You think i'd get scared from such empty threats? You think so lowly of me, Suguru." You nipped back, a chuckle erupting from him as he backed away, making your face contort in confusion, yet concern still staining your features ever so slightly.

"How about we make this interesting, then? You get something you want, and I get your plan in return. Sounds like a deal, no?"

"And what would the likes of you think I'd want to give you such a valuable thing?"

"Me."

You're head was spinning with ecstasy as he threw your body gently on the bed, crawling swiftly to join you. Hands encasing you on both sides of your head, he was now leaning to press his lips against yours. It was like a sweet dream- a delusion you never thought would become reality with what route the man had taken in life- it made you squeeze your legs together in anticipation. He kisses you harshly- yet its so gentle from his rough exterior, a gentle manor you wouldn't except from him now, but he always proved to have the boy you once knew deep down inside of him- maybe you just brought him out.

The two of you hadn't separated for even a breath of air, his tongue exploring every area of your mouth. Switching positions, he had his hands brought down from they previously were- one holding your cheek and the other making its way down your body, squeezing your skin through the fabric of your shirt before he found the hem. His cold hands infiltrated your shirt, now exploring your chest and teasing your nipples- only doing it to get a reaction out of you- he got a kick out of it after all.

He quickly retorted and instead swiftly brought his digits to find the waistband of your pants, breaking the kiss between the two of you. In a haze with saliva coating the outside of your mouth, you were dizzy from lust and only noticed how far he had gotten because of the separation. Cheeks flushing with red only give your state away to him, grinning with pride. Your eyes fluttered shut with the new sensations he was giving you, his fingers sliding in your slit from how wet you were. He waisted no time putting his fingers in, making you arch ever so slightly from the unexpected action- hips raising in need for more. He shushed you silently with his other hand that forcefully grounded you, not allowing for any movement for you to squirm out of his grasp. He took a teasingly slow pace as he went in and out, slowly fitting a second in there just to curl them up and fasten to hear your voice crack as you quietly said his name with need. Putting a third one in had you going crazy- nearing your first orgasm of the night, he showed no mercy to you as his pace quickened and he reached spots inside you that multiplied your pleasure from his thick digits touching that spongy spot inside you when they curled up.

Pleas for more were one of the only sounds that flooded his ears, tempting him to let you cum.

"Such a good girl for me, hm?" He hummed, "Alright- cum for me"

With his permission you came on his fingers, his mouth colliding with yours again to muffle the loud moans that left your lips as he groaned at the feeling of your cunt clenching around his slick fingers, separating from you right after and licking the coating off of them after he fucked you through it. The sight made you crazy for more- reaching for his collar to pull him down for another kiss, his hands now removing his outfit. Swiftly stripping, he wasted no time lining his throbbing cock with you, rubbing it up and down your folds to tease before he put it in.

He gives you no time to get accustomed to his size- his cock dragging against your tight walls as they sucked him in, a hiss flying free from his usually sealed lips. Catching him off guard had boosted your ego just a sliver, enough to where you started moving your hips to keep his rhythm when he stalled out of shock. His hands flew to your hips, a rough grip holding you in place and preventing you from taking control any longer. You sealed your lips shut as he became more dominant to not spur him on and let it be known that you were enjoying it way more then it came off as. He quickly caught notice and didn't let it stick for long, knowing just how to get you to open up for him

"hah- you wanna play like that, huh?"

He bit down on your shoulder making you cry of pain, the shriek sounding like music to his ears. Caught off guard from his teeth sinking into your skin, held in moans fell from your throat and put him in a trance- sensations from below making him go even harder. Your eyes were clouded with lust, tears dripping down your face and proved his point, his thumb coming up to wipe it from your face. Your were in a blissful state- completely drunk of his intense thrusts. You were so gone to the point- not caring if he knew you were having the time of your life now. You were enjoying it so much, you didn't know he was even talking to you until his movement had paused and you were forced to open up your eyes, meeting his dark and somewhat evil gaze.

"What'd I say, hm? Beg for it"

"H-huh?" You said, thinking you heard the man wrong. Since when did he think you'd do such embarrassing things just for his pleasure?

"You heard me, sweatheart. Beg."

Shit. You were fucked- quite literally.

Leaving no room for argument, you sat there still for a second considering your options before your mouth was wide and spewing out pleads of more from the cruel man.

"Please Suguru- fuck, fuck please keep going, please!"

"Hah- you wouldn't let Satoru or any of the others see you like this. That's right- beg for me, and only me!" A harsh thrust concluded his rant, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull as more tears had dripped down and rewet your stained cheeks, beads of sweat sliding down your forehead in tandem. Loud moans and strained yells had been coming nonstop from your throat- unable to control yourself because of his brutal pace, sparing you no mercy from his true strength and eagerness to have you only to himself.

You swore his cock had hit your cervix, carving its spot in you, you were sure you'd feel it there for weeks- you weren't even sure how you'd be getting up after this- or if you even could. His hand glided down your body and started rubbing circles into your swollen clit- making you yelp at the harsh sensation, knowing you were close, it felt like it was the biggest orgasm you'd ever have. He kept his rough pace, circling the bud with passion as his pace only got harsher, making you truly fucked dumb as you started to shake and crumble under his fingertips. The sight was absolutely thrilling to him, knowing he was getting close too.

"Oh fuck Suguru- haah-! Fuck m'gonna cum, mmph!" His hands wrapped around you in an embrace, holding you close and preventing you from squirming away from the powerful stimulation, his head landing in the crook of your shoulder and planting more soft kisses compared to his ruthless tactics down below. Your hands then wrapped around his torso, nails digging into the skin of his back- sure to leave some sort of mark as a reminder of what happened this night. He was then encouraging you- whispering in your ear and doubling down on the sensations, granting you permission as he nibbled on your earlobe, teasing you and sucking on it as his words came out like honey and dripped into your ear.

"Come on then. Cum for me, sweeheart"

And with that you were officially gone, squirting all over his cock as he fucked you good through it- only stopping when your hand was brought to his chest, gaining his attention at the foreign feeling. He kept on for just a bit more, his broken voice persuading you into just a few more minutes of his ruthless pistoning into you.

"Almost there, okay? Fuck- gonna cum inside this tight pussy- y'gonna have my babies?- Be real pretty pregnant." And before you knew it his seed had filled you, the warmth spreading and coating the walls of your cunt- you had never felt the sensation so deep inside you before until now. Before he pulled out, he trailed kisses from your lower stomach to your face, a long kiss being planted on your lips as thanks for complying. Though he didn't let the peace last long, he was a man of his word after all.

"A deal's a deal, no? Now tell me what the mission was- or i'll make sure you really can't walk and escape me"

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feelingdozy · 9 months ago

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What Once was an Awful Day - Suguru Getou

summary: You get home to be greeted by your boyfriend Suguru, who only has one thing on his mind, and after, you'll be forgetting all about your bad day like it never happened

wc: 2,0k

warnings: 18+ porn w/out much plot, biting/marking & hickeys, fingering, begging, oral (f! receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, light bondage, not really proofread

Today had been the most obnoxious day- the world outside annoyed you to where you swear you could feel the frustration bubbling over- you had to hold back the urges not to yell at people who asked you the stupidest questions or spared you unnecessarily mean glares. Being outside your apartment door made you particularly overjoyed- ready to lie in bed and relax in the comfort of your home with Suguru by your side.

Keys jingling in your hand, you put them in the lock, twisting them accordingly as you opened the door with a creak. To your surprise, your boyfriend stood right at the entrance, assumingly waiting for your return. Your eyes lit up at the sight, taking in your handsome boy.

"Hey babe, how was-" Before you could finish, the door was shut with a loud slam behind you, echoing in the hallway. You paid it no mind as the sight in front of you took all of your attention, not expecting to be lifted off the ground as you dropped the bag in your hands, landing with a quiet thud, accompanied by an embarrassingly loud squeal.

"Suguru?!" Now in a bridal carry, the man escorted you to your shared room in his arms, displaying the result of heavy and intense training. You licked your lips, catching yourself from drooling all over him at the appealing gesture. God damn was your boyfriend ever hot sometimes, especially when he wanted you so bad.

He dropped you gently onto the bed, only a quiet plop being heard as he made work of your shirt after asking, "Can I?".

You nodded, "Mhm", excited to see where this would take you. Suddenly you had forgotten all about your bad day- this was about to be one of the best days of your life- every day with Suguru was.

Once your shirt was discarded somewhere to the side, he kissed down your neck as your head fell back to give him more room, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. Every time his lips even grazed your flesh, a gasp easily slid past your lips because of how comfortable you were to let him hear your noises, and how he had you right in his grasp. His breath all over your neck made you blissfully sensitive to his every touch, jolting up into him at the slightest of fingertips traveling your body.

He was gentle as you arched into him for more, pulling you in and making you succumb to him- teasing you, he started to get more aggressive. The kisses turned into nips and nibbling, trailing down lower and lower. Tickling you with his tongue, you let out a quiet moan as he sucked a hickey near your breast, then straightening up to see you looking at him with need- you're body fidgety and desperate forehead already a little sweaty with hair sticking in different places. He just loved the sight of you like this- he admired the way he could get you to such a state. You were entranced, soaking in his lust filled gaze.

"Mmm- you okay, pretty girl?" Leaving no room for a reply, he only went back to tormenting you, focusing on the spot that had you gripping onto him for stability. He still had his shirt on, keen on pleasuring you before anything had to do with him.

"Hahh- Suguru, please, stop teasing." Ruthless, he kept on, hands getting relentless and finally groping your tits that he had perked up from the cold and his teeth. The way his canines had bit into you got you riled up- excited to see yourself marked- by him. You'd show it off in the most subtle ways, and he especially loved seeing his work up close and keeping it for his eyes only. It got him painfully hard each time he'd admire you after doing it, unable to stop himself from putting his eager hands in your pants to graze his cold fingertips over your bundle of nerves.

But he'd get to that later, eager to keep up his teasing act. Surprising you, he brought his lips to yours, tangling with each other sloppily, loving the way he was so desperate for you. He couldn't stop the mess that was your makeout session. Holding onto him once again, this time one of your hands had cupped his cheek and the other slung around his neck, not daring to pull him away in the slightest. Eventually he separated the two of you for air, kissing your cheek with the utmost care as he made his way down to your jaw, up to your earlobe, sucking on it ever-so-slightly to get a rise out of you, loving the way you arched up into him.

His body was only able to give you so much friction with the way the man was positioned, so you grabbed his waist and pressed the lower half of his body to be fully against you to where his crotch was working delightfully in your favor, humping you and giving you some sort of friction- you were begging for any sort of attention you could get, even if you had to do it yourself. Mixed with the sweet sensation of more hickeys being made on your skin, unable to hold yourself back, you started to get more vocal- and boy, did that ever start him up.

Now rutting against you, he had to hold himself back from sliding your panties and putting his dick in to continue his mean plan- he could feel his precum staining his boxers already, and you hadn't even laid a hand on his lower region yet. Now at your collarbone, His warm mouth finally made it to your tits once again, his soft tongue licking a stripe to see the bud harden from his touch before pulling it into his mouth. First lightly sucking on it, he spared you no reprieve as he bit down, eliciting more yelps out of you.

His other hand roughly pinched at the other, giving it attention so it didn't feel left out. Before your hand could dip lower into your pants, he had stopped and diverted his attention to a tie he had kept from your work blouse that was somewhere off to the side of the bed. Understanding what he wanted to do, you offered up your hands up immediately, putting them out for him to tie them perfectly together.

"S'that good baby?" he asked, getting an aggressive kiss in return for a yes. Reluctantly, he pulled away, not wanting to get distracted from what he really wanted to do. His head dipped down, and your stomach filled with lustful anticipation. Making quick work of your pants, he pressed light kisses to your lower stomach, making you squirm from his grasp. Knowing you were ticklish only spurred him on, granting you more as you could only sit there and take it, sad attempts at removing his lips by grasping his dark locks and pulling him up and away- it was no use.

Now down to your underwear, his hands found the waistband, pulling them down your legs and seeing the trail of slick you left on them before throwing them aside with your other clothes. You hissed at the cold, but his breath on your thighs made you warmer, and made you hold onto his hair harder with balled fists, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. Sucking more hickeys into the skin of your thighs, he enjoyed the way you tried to buck your hips to meet his mouth- you wanted anything you could get. And who was he to deny?

Unexpectedly, he licked a long stripe up your cunt, followed up by a finger prodding at your entrance. Not giving you a moment, he pressed a kiss to the hardening bud, the finger easily sliding in because of how wet you were. Tongue circling your clit, you arch into him, moaning out his name- pleading for more. He groans at the way your voice is like music to his ears, your cunt encouraging him to buck his hips into the mattress, getting off on your pleasure as he made sure to take in your blissfully pleasured face.

"Taste so sweet, pretty girl- mm, sit still for me, wanna enjoy this"

No mercy in his words, he flicked the bundle of nerves, eliciting louder moans of his name- music to his ears as another finger entered your cunt with ease. Now he was able to curl them, reaching the spot he knew would have you arching and whining in his hands. Looking down at him, your slick mixed with his spit coated his chin and made you fall back, unwanting to make eye contact- you'd cum on the spot.

"Ahh-! Suguru, mm, please-!" Clutching onto him harder, your legs threatening to squeeze his head- the man didn't mind one bit. Soon enough he's lapping at your delicious cunt like a madman, looking up every so often to see your reaction as your met with his pussy-drunk face. It only makes you yearn for more, so thankful to your lover.

He's also thankful to you as you get louder- making him more vocal in turn. Hitting your g-spot, you're screaming his name when he introduces a third finger, and sucking on your clit harder brings you over the edge. Gasping for air, he doesn't leave a moment's reprieve on your puffy, abused cunt as he keeps at his meal, overstimulating you as your hands try to break free of the tie tightly knotted around them.

After opening you up, his hands move to your thighs, kneading them like dough as he tongue fucks you. He does it while watching you, his boxers coated in his pre-cum when he sees the way your eyes roll to the back of your head in a mix of pleasure and overstimulation. His thumb roughly plants itself at your nub, rubbing harsh circles to grant you another release.

Unable to stop it again, you're brought over the edge, panting as you struggle to clasp his now sweaty strands that fall nicely over his face.

As you're recovering, your vision is so clouded with lust from your orgasms that you can hardly tell he's stripping now- you only come to realize it when his rock-hard cock is being pushed into you.

With one hard thrust, your back in a dreamland- seeing nothing but bliss and stars, he thrusts needily, but gently, into your tight cunt.

"hmmph-hhahhh- so good f'me, pretty girl.." As he said that, he leans down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips. Swirling his tongue around yours, you moaned out with every thrust, slapping echoing in the room, sex engulfing every one of your senses.

He muttered quiet praises in your ear, licking your cheek as salty tears fell down them at how full he had stuffed you- his size was nothing to joke about.

"Hnghh- fuck-! Suguru, mmpph!" He kissed you to muffle your sounds, bound hands doing as much as they could to support you by gripping anything they managed to reach- being Suguru's hair again. Making him whine from the sudden pull, it only made his pace faster and more eager.

"Pretty- you gonna cum for me? Please- please cum on my cock- need it" You were rendered unable to form any coherent sentences as his tip kissed and caressed your insides, pleasuring the deepest parts of you. You couldn't stop yourself from tightening around him, hearing his warnings of his orgasm.

"Gonna cum- gonna cum- where-" You left him no other option as your legs tightened around his waist, feeling his seed warm your insides as long ropes spurted out inside you.

"S'good to me pretty, so good- haah- if you keep tightening around me, I'll get hard again"

"Again" His eyes widened as he processed your command.

You didn't have to worry about anything else when you were with him- work was nothing but a tiny disturbance when his dick was rutting into you so good you thought you'd pass out.

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feelingdozy · 1 year ago

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Stay in Bed - Yuuta Okkotsu

Summary: you get home late from a mission and you slip into bed with Yuuta after a long day. When you get up in the middle of the night to use the washroom, he's wide awake- and as needy as ever

wc: 2,4k

Warnings: 18+, fingering, cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), handjob, blowjob, facesitting, 69, little overstimulation, pussy eating, cum eating, smut and not much plot

Yuuta whines when the grip he has on your waist involuntarily loosens, your fingers prying them lazily off and attempting to crawl out of bed in the dark, only the shine of the moonlight peeking through the blinds to illuminate you and your surroundings. Close to you, your hearing quiet chants being muttered under the boys breath, asking you to get back into bed.

"I have to go pee, yuuta" you whisper-shout back at him, shooting down his requests of you to stay grounded beside him. You wobble as you make your way to the bathroom, trying to avoid hitting anything that might be on the floor you can't make out.

It was early in the morning, and having a somewhat-important mission assigned to you the day of only helped in punctuating the need for rest. You didn't want to do it and be out of energy- also the fact it was almost four in the morning. Your alarm was bound to go off soon, and you'd have to get up- you just didn't want it to be any earlier then it already was. Yet, Yuuta always managed to influence you otherwise.

After taking two minutes, you made your way safely back and fell back down on the plump mattress. His clingy hands quickly returned, now grazing your waste instead, positions swapped from when you first had gone to sleep. They gently caressed your tailbone, leading up to knead at the softness of your stomach as you groan at his actions.

"stoooop" you mumble in a sleepy tone. Ignoring you, he instead comes closer and nudges his head in between the crook of your neck. Feeling the new stream of breath graze your revealed skin, it gives you goosebumps that race along your arms. He places gentle kisses on your collarbone as he moves himself closer to be fully spooning you, making you warm, and feel safe while encaged in his grasp.

Your familiar scent envelopes his nose as he keeps close, sighing as he relaxes beside you. He'd never get tired of burying his face into you, smothering the spot he was targeting, with light kisses and taking in your familiarity and comfort. He was always so grateful.

"mm, you're so warm- do you really have to go on that mission today? I'm sure Gojo can get someone else to do it." He whispered in your ear quietly, insisting on you staying home for once in your career- to spend the whole day lying in bed, you all to himself.

"Yuuta- c'mon- you know i gotta go-" you say trying to shuffle out of his grip on your waist, coming out unsuccessful in the end for him to end up moving his body to be over you, giving you no chance of escape from your spot below. He was now pinning you to it, hands on both sides of your head- a mix of tiredness and the way the blankets on you had engulfed you in its comfiness, wasn't helping you come out of this with a victory.

"Do i have to convince you how nice it'll be if you stay?" Breath hitching at his teasing, you find it hard to not look away- turning your head whenever his eyes find yours above you, shying away at his eager stare. It helps to feed his little ego and put a sly grin on his face- one knowing that you'll do just about anything for him. He's had you wrapped around his finger, and so whenever he had you in such situations- there was no way you could resist nor deny the temptations of his touch on you.

A look so strong had you flushed, unable to think properly- your body started to heat up, and your mind started to wonder, betraying you and getting badly distracted. A hungry look still on you, he wasted no time.

His fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt with ease, lifting it over your head, not even noticing that you were holding your breath at the mere sight of him so clouded by lust- his eyes only focused on you. His digits glided down your body, sensitivity making you arch the slightest into his gentle touches. Your body pleaded for more, small whines at his teasing slithering past the opening of your lips.

He had a craving for you that he needed to be satiated- he couldn't help himself. Seeing you gasp and writhe under his control had his mind going crazy with all the other outcomes he was foreseeing from such a dull, yet enticing moment between the two of you. He never got tired of the sight. He wanted more. He wanted to give you more.

He lowered his head to place his needy lips on yours, a deseperate, yet gentle kiss as he nibbled on your lip as approval to slip his tongue in, gaining the upper hand easily and exploring the cavern of your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours in a fit of saliva and desperation to have more. Not caring about how messy it was, your makeout session kept on, escalating to light moans at the way he started to get handsy and grope your revealed chest.

"Mmph- yuuta-" Was the only conceivable thing that could get through to him past the muffler that was your two pairs of lips on the other, too distracted by the way you tasted. Eventually, he broke away to pant for air- lips swollen and disappointed at the sudden loneliness, you were greeted instead by hands finding the waistband of your underwear, cold fingers slipping naughtily under, his eyes scanning your face for approval- only to find rapid nods urging him on.

They first grazed your clit making you buck into his hand, not giving you anymore attention there as he dipped lower and slid the tips of his finger across your slit to gather the slick that had accumulated from his buildup- it was his fault for making you this wet- and he loved it. He loved feeling the proof of his work, knowing you loved it just as much as he did- the touches, the kisses, his words. Everything he did could turn you on if done right- it just had to be Yuuta.

He lifted his hand out unexpectedly, making the band slap against you, feeling the sting and pouting at the disappearance of his warmth- until you saw him licking his fingers. His eyes fluttered closed, and little groans of enjoyment left his lips- a pleasured look on his face. "Always taste so good for me, pretty girl." He cooed, making you speechless.

You were left stunned at the sight, not knowing what to do- was it hot? Yes. It made your clit pulsate with need- eager for more of the friction it had gotten before- he was turning you on even more.

"Mm, Yuuta- need more, please-" He kissed your lips to shush you, obeying your pleas, and instead of creeping his hand in, took the underwear off you completely, leaving you now stripped bare- hissing at the sudden cold. He took his shirt off immediately after, not yet removing his pants- and you could see the hardening bulge apparent in his loose pair of sweats.

You were suddenly intrigued, wanting a taste of him just as much as he craved a taste of you. Suddenly, a good idea had presented itself in your mind.

"Yuuta- want to switch up the positions this time?" Voice stuttering a little with a wavering tone, a mix of embarrassment and hesitancy combined. His eyes suddenly lit up, sparking an expression he didn't usually make- one full of curiosity and eagerness. Leaving you no time to take your question back, he took your hand in his, squeezing and replying with a serious, "Yes".

The bed rustled underneath the two of you as you switched into position- you were sat on top of his face, your mouth over his cock, and his breath fanning over your folds. Your stomach ignited with excitement, but scared to make any moves- you didn't want to suffocate him, after all. Like he read your mind, he casually spoke out.

"If I need air, I'm a weak man- you won't hurt me, pretty- just take a seat, let me pleasure you." His hands tightly gripped your thighs that were kneeling beside his head, pulling you down. You yelped at the sudden feeling of his tongue intruding, trying to focus on his rock-hard cock in front of you so you didn't make a mess of his face all at once. The head was a heavy red- eager and wanting- and so you gave it what it needed, lowering your mouth and encasing it. The warmth of your mouth made his toes curl slightly and encouraged the need to thrust up. You sucked on the head lightly, getting a guttural groan from the man licking up and down your slit above you. You started to coat the rest of his dick in your spit by lowering your head down slowly, engulfing it and moving down until it was stuck deep in your throat, feeling it hit the back while you felt his tuff of hair indicating his torso was near, indicating you had done it.

"Holy fuck pretty- ha- so good for me- mm!" Breaking his personal promise, his hips lifted off the mattress, somehow pushing himself deeper down into you.

Holding back the urge to gag, you held it there before coming up for a breath, tears pricking at your eyes from the double stimulation. You felt his fingers poke at your hole, gathering your slick and putting a finger in while focusing kitten licks at your clit. He hadn't distracted you enough to keep you away from your torture- moving on to bobbing your head up and down.

You kept your pace simple and slow and first, hand wrapping around the base you hadn't covered. When you came up, you'd lick the precum oozing out of him, sucking gently on the head ever so often to have him buck his hips fervently, eliciting cute reactions that told you he was liking it. Teasing him some more, you sucked hickeys into his thighs while your hand stayed stroking him whenever he'd show signs of being close, steady and relentless. When you did, he'd only whine into your cunt at the loss, the vibrations making you unconsciously grind into his face, loving the way the plush of his tongue felt scraping against you- exploring you everywhere, savoring your taste.

Knowing what you were doing, he had started to get more vocal and more frustrated with time. Catching on easily, he'd play the same game- putting in another finger, you gasped at the intrusion, trying to pull away from his face as he sucked at your bundle of nerves. Moans from the both of you were spewing from your lips in tandem, muffled and drowned out by the sounds made from both ends.

The feeling pulled you off his cock, struggling to do anything but moan and chant his name- "Yuuta- fuck, stop- 'm gonna cum if you keep going-"

The curl of his fingers were bringing you to your high, and you wouldn't be the only one going down- you took him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks to suck hard- sinking all the way to the base successfully. You increased your pace, bobbing up and down with haste, hand tightening around his uncovered girth faster then you had done the ministrations before. He, too, had sped up, his fingers thrusting into you making them way more noticeable and bothersome in terms of making you cum. You were insistent on making him break below you- but your legs were trembling, ready for him to break you.

Now you were both bucking into each other, on the edge of release. His tongue had switched from liking to sucking, eating you up- most-likely pussy drunk, he drank up every bit of slick that oozed out your hole and onto his face- coating his chin in a mix of his drool, and your juices. He paid it no mind- he was made to worship whatever you had to offer him, and this was the best part. He slurped you up, the obscene sounds feeling both your ears and the otherwise quiet room.

Enclosing his mouth on your clit, his harsh sucking with the curling of his fingers made your hips roll into him, grinding onto his face without a care in the world.

"Haahh- Yuuta, fuck! Cumming, cumming!"

"Me too pretty- me too- fuck! Don't stop-" Both moaning messes on the edge, you doubled down on your efforts- and so did he. Your grip on his dick was perfectly aggressive, bobbing up and down while your tongue explored the veins that lined his pretty cock, switching from that to sucking hard, focusing on the head. He deepened the thrusts of his fingers, your g-spot being hit every time he curled them, pairing it with the mind-blowing feeling of his lips enclosed on your clit, sucking it expertly- he knew you too well, back to front, and he was using it to his advantage- he knew how much you liked the feeling.

Nonetheless, you both came at the same, striking you in unison. His warm semen spilled deep into your throat, feeling it spurt ropes as it filled your mouth, not caring as you swallowed it down with pride, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. It twitched at the kitten licks you gave when making sure he got it all out- stopping once you had heard him aggressively panting. Keeping on until the pleasure started to sting, Yuuta cleaned you up by sticking his tongue in your overflowing entrance, overstimulating you while grabbing your thighs tightly to make sure you wouldn't be able to get up while he was finishing his meal, making you squirm and plead for him to let up.

Finally letting his hold loosen, you were both coming down from your high, slow, and succumbing to the tiredness as the adrenaline was coming down. Your eyes threatened to shut, spooked back open by Yuuta's gentle hands lifting you fully off of him and comfortably onto the bed below you.

He kissed your forehead, smiling lazily at you- gaining the same look back as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him back in for another. Unable to resist his beautiful face, you relished in his beauty as you brought him back up to get a clear view and gaze into his breathtaking eyes.

"Yuuta- thank you. Love you."

Smothering you with kisses at the proclamation, he was giddy- quick to say it back.

"Love you too, pretty. Love my girl, forever."

Safe to say you called into work that morning- too tired, and a little sore- might've been from the couple more rounds you had after the first.

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