Birdie

You on the other hand, embarrassed, ashamed even, “thank you.”

“Yeah well …” sheathing his katana, “watch yer self out here”.

With no binding vow, just natural talent. You stood there thinking Gojo who? While the strongest sorcerer basked in the attention and limelight, Kusakabe just straightened up, made sure his katana was in place and walked off as if what just occurred was as natural as breathing. All whilst you stood there breathless.

That day forward, you trained, trained, and trained. Even though you’re grateful to be saved, you can’t and shouldn’t rely on others—even him.

Unannounced to you, he sees that too. Of course, he’s the first leave, but he sees while others always take the exit, you turn to either the library or the training room, depending on your mood.

Once, during break, you sit in the bleachers overlooking the students train. Wow Tokyo is something else … Thoughts pop up. You were trained to be a sorcerer but here—everything is bigger, badder—even the training.

“See how that kid is blocking.” Shocked, you whip around, in the shadow, Kusakabe sits, fingers pointed to that kid.

“Uh … which … one?” You look around.

“That dopey lookin’ one.”

“Which one?” You giggle. Awkward teenagers—everyone was one … You turn to even see him smirking. His grin is almost maniacal, possibly because he shouldn’t be laughing at this—it’s amusing though.

“Bowl cut kid.”

“Oh!” You watch as the kid blocks from multiple other students.

“The way he pulls up his arms—” He starts rattling off, lollipop clicking, his eyes never landing on you or anything longer than it should. Disbelief, this is the most you ever heard him speak. Once his hands start moving in succession with his words, this man is quite possibly the smartest man you have ever met.

You turn directly around, hanging onto each and every word, at times copying his motions. He has a nice voice … And you can feel the passion ooze from his words.

Unfortunately you wouldn’t wait too long to try out your new moves. On a mission, three low grades attack you, but you easily repel them, save for the wound on your arm, “no-one gets it the first time—you’re doing better.”

“…”

“… Thank … you?” You stare up from the chair in Shoko’s office. She hovering over you.

“Why are you here?” Shoko, her hand on you applying her technique, turning to Kusakabe who is bending over watching her heal you.

He just stares at her, blankly, as usual. Then turning to you, “want me to leave?”

Her head whips to you, you never saw her move that fast—not even for a smoke. “I uh … Shoko?”

“Go over there.” He grunts turning heel to lean against the wall. She closes in, “what is going on?”

“He’s helping me, my old studies only taught so much—”

“No!” Turning to see if he’s listening, “he never comes here!”

“I uh …” Like a rush of fire, your cheeks heat up. Oh my …

“I can hear you two …”

~

The next few months, he sits closer to you. Nods his head when he sees you walking down the hall. Even yells at the kids so you don’t have to (he seems to really enjoy that last one).

Even at the teacher meeting: “Remember, the … event is a requirement,” Principal Yaga reads off, his brows knitted, “The Kyoto branch will also be there. Our way of thanking you.”

“Bull.” Gojo lounges at the end of the table. Along with almost everyone either rolls their eyes or groans in dissatisfaction. “No matter,” he jumps up, “it’ll be fun to tease Utahime in a dress …” He leaves giggling.

“Now I have to get a damn dress …” You complain.

“Didn’t pack one when you moved here?” Shoko pulls out a cigarette readying it. You nod your head in response. Once outside, she wastes no time.

Hearing sniffing, “I could really use one right now …” Kusakabe walks out.

“Miss it huh?” Shoko blows out grey mist. Oh … It occurs to you—the lollipops are because he used to smoke.

“I had plans …” He rubs the back of his neck.

“And what were your plans?” Shoko asks, but he just shrugs in response. You get it. You had plans too. to sit on the couch, and watch finally catch up on your favorite show. Not going to happen any more. “See you there.”

He waves, going to his car. Pulling out you two lock eyes, you smile and his gaze lingers just a bit longer than usual, before leaving.

“Geez … Get a room next time will ya?”

After a brief silence, “ever see him with that lollipop?”

“Uh …” She looks at you dumbfounded, you all were just talking about it.

“Think he’s good with his mouth …” You stand smiling mischievously, images of naughty things come and go.

Only now does it hit her, “what the!?”

“I’m kidding! … I’m kidding.” No, you’re not.

~

After a quick shopping trip, you grab a nice dress (nothing black, you figured—since you wear it all the time) some heels. You’re beautiful … Angelic even.

Upon entering the venue, pulling off your coat, immediately you’re hit by the annoyed aura of Kento Nanami briskly walking by.

“C’mon, how many tan suits do you have, can I go see your closet?”

“No.”

“Ten, twelve?” He grunts. Long legged Gojo saunters right behind him, invading his space. Everyone is getting along. This is nice …

You spend the majority of the evening with Shoko, and Utahime, whom you just met. Made sure to all the way near the back of the room and by the window to avoid any unnecessary attention.

“Ladies,” you know that voice, Kusakabe arrived, perpetual trench coat and all, looking for the farthest, loneliest corner he can find. As you and the girls did as well. Even here, his lollipop hangs out his mouth.

As he pushes through, he pulls a double take before bumping into a nearby chair, “son of a—” Pushing it back in place, he keeps looking back and forth at you, nervously. Hopefully she didn’t see that.

“Are you okay?”

He nods more than he should as he takes off his trench coat before sitting. “Everyone’s lookin’ … nice.” His gaze lingers a bit on you.

“Yeah!” Shoko shakes her head ‘everyone’s’ is bull—he means just you, she saw everything while Utahime’s mouth gapes open. Even she saw.

“You too!” You wave.

“Am I drunk?” Utahime turns to her old friend.

“You are not drunk.”

“Holy …” Hopefully this drink will make her as she gulps it down.

Once you girls turn back around lost in conversation. He sits there his eyes trail your body trying to find a flaw, there is none. Plus, he never saw you in that color before. Staring at your features, the way your mouth moves when you talk, how your lips part ever so slightly when you’re listening to someone speak, how your eyes sparkle when you laugh.

Kusakabe shakes his head, trying to get these thoughts out. He needs a drink.

The night passes on. Boring speeches, by boring men. The only amusement is when Gojo walks randomly on stage at certain points. The last time, Yaga grabs him off pulling him away in a choke hold. Only Utahime follows, camera in hand but you giggle, turning to Kusakabe a table away, who wears that smirk you enjoy so much.

“Screw it,” he leaves, also wanting to see the rare time Gojo is going to let someone discipline him. “Come on.” He looks back at you.

Oh it was amusing indeed, and you will cherish the video forever.

The night goes on, Shoko left to make sure Utahime got to the hotel safely. Gojo found Nanami again and continues to bother him.

Left alone now, you stand by the window awkwardly, trying to look for some sort of entertainment. Meanwhile, Kusakabe is still a sitting alone at another table swirling around some drink, if anyone looks more bored than you, it’s him. Being your first event, you have no idea when it’s okay to leave. And through the reflection of the window, you see him step up beside you. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Bored, huh?”

“Oh yeah …”

He’s still swirling the same drink. Finally he chugs it down in one gulp. “Wanna get outta here?” You look at him. “I need to take a walk.”

“Sure.”

Before you know it, you walk shoulder to shoulder with him through the nightly crowd. Until, someone bumps you into him, “watch it, will you!?” He turns to the person who is already long gone.

“I’m sorry! It’s okay, it’s …” You notice, your hands on his chest. Even with his trench coat on—it’s hard, like brick wall. “… okay.”

Finally he looks down at you, only now do you notice, both his hands are wrapped around your elbows, holding you steady. His reflexes are something else … And so gentle too.

“Thank you,” you pull back, you swear he looks almost … sad? Disappointed? Well he’s most certainly not the only one. But his hand slides down your lower back, staying there as he searches for that little punk. Only once he’s satisfied, he pulls away and continues off.

The cold air does nothing to stop the heat on your elbows and lower back. But you want that gentle pressure of him back.

Walking past a shop you stop to look at the window. He too stops, “you like this kind of … stuff?”

But your eyes catch him in the reflection, “I do …” Immediately he catches your gaze.

Looking at the reflection, well, looks at you in the reflection. Your stance, your legs, your face. Maybe it’s the booze a little, but he has a sudden bout of courage, moving his hand closer to yours.

His pinkie finger finding yours first, when you don’t pull away, the rest of his fingers find yours before wrapping his whole hand around your own, completely engulfing it. It’s so warm. So strong. Your heart skips a beat.

His thumb rubs that area between you thumb and index finger.

It’s a blur how you got home. All you remember is of the following: Kusakabe turning away from you, only to grunt—as though to psych himself up—before pulling out his lollipop snapping back to you to crash his lips against yours. Tasting the sweet residual from that recent lollipop. His hand finding the small of your back under your coat as you wrap your arms around him.

He pulls back breathless, “want to go … home?”

And that’s how you ended up home, your back against the wall, his tongue in your mouth, and his hands wrapped around your delicate face. Only when his mouth aims for your cheek, slowly moving down your neck are you able to breath. He pushes your coat down, to suck on that tender spot sends you. You grip his hair, slowly moving your leg up his.

Kusakabe pulls the coat off, sending it to the floor as he grabs your thigh before looking back up at you, his other hand caressing your face, his thumb flicks your lower lip, already swollen, all while gazing directly into your eyes. “You’re okay with this, right?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Good, good …” His head lowers. His kisses you feverishly now.

Hooking your other leg now, he easily carries you to your bedroom, with you steering him. “Ow! … Shit.” He bumps into … something.

Giggling, “are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you try not to laugh as you turn to flick on the light.

Your back hits the mattress horizontally, his eyes rarely leaves you as his trench coat flies off and pulls off the tie. But he can not wait any longer, Kusakabe must return to you, his rightful place. Immediately he aims for your lips once again, devouring them. He traces a line of kisses down the middle of your neck to your upper chest.

You now start to peel back his suit jacket revealing that white button down shirt he always wears. You love it, it’s always tight in the right places, even now this view of just his back.

By this point, he has been grinding up against you. His hot breath on your chest, breathing you in. With your dress, hiked up, you can feel, everything. The coldness of his belt, the heat of that rock hard length protected by cloth. You want it. You need it.

With force, you push him back to finally pull off that damned jacket. Keeping him at arm’s length, you hurriedly start to unbutton his shirt. But he doesn’t care, going back to his now favorite place that is your neck.

Finally you’re able to pull apart that shirt revealing a strong body. Not chiseled like Gojo or Nanami, but more natural. A body born from hard work rather than days spent at the gym or anything like that.

Again you push him back, hands on his pecs. You needed a better view of it, and it was worth it. He grinds himself one last time letting out a small pathetic little groan all while his hands grip each of your thighs. Thumbs hooking into your underwear.

Kusakabe stands—his eyes never leaving your legs—only to kneel. Those thumbs grazing down your leg, taking those underwear with them. You gasp at the sudden cold air. Your legs accidentally closing due to it.

Gently, pulling your legs apart, his hot breath warms you. The moment his tongue hits you, your limbs tense.

His large, rough hands holding down your inner thighs. Just the feeling of them sends shivers up and down your body.

Biting your lip, your body jerks, oh he IS good with his mouth. His mouth is fondling you just like he would a lollipop. Sucking and licking as though you are the sweetest candy—and you are. Making your back arch more and more with each swipe of his tongue.

Looking up—he can’t see your euphoric face. No good. Kusakabe pulls you down, straightening your back.

You tug on the collar of your dress, panting as he laps up all your wetness. And there is so much of it.

Soon, your eyes start to flicker, of course, you’re going to cum. A shaky hand finds the back of his head, pushing him down, fingers weaving through his mahogany hair. Your legs start to tremble, eyes close tight. Your hips adjust slightly upwards to fit better in his mouth.

Everything, your whole body starts to twitch, leaving little moans and groans. Letting go, even shakily patting down his hair.

Placing open mouth kisses each one making your stimulated body twitch, burying his face one last time to delve his tongue in causing you to let out a single whine. Now, pushing up, he looks down at the glossy mess that he made you.

Wiping his mouth, looking down on your body now, “I love this dress …” He taps your body looking for the zipper, “how the hell—”

“Pull it,” you lean forward, arms up as he pulls it up revealing your full body to him. Before you can lay down, he catches you midair only to wrap his arms around you as he kisses you. Passionate open mouth kisses, savoring each and every one.

Gently, placing you down, lining himself up, an arm around your head, he plants one last tender kiss before pushing against those walls. Pushing, pushing, gently. He watches on, his eyes memorizing every minute detail on your face as he pushes forward, only to pull out so that he can push farther in.

Once he bottoms out, he stays there for a spell, giving your pussy a chance to mold and take shape. It’s so easy though. It’s like a key finally finding a keyhole it’s been waiting for. Fits perfectly in every way.

You grip his back. Never have you ever felt a burn feel so good in your life.

He kisses your temple before setting a steady pace. Every time his cock hits that spot of yours, you can’t help but to see stars. Filling the room with gasps and moans.

You never knew that lazy, whiny brat of a man can make you feel this way. He never tries. Never. But at this moment, he sure is.

Every thrust meaningful. Deep. All with precision. Your body, still so stimulated when he went down on you—all this paired with the groans and pants of this man. .

Grabbing his arms, leaving little scratches, you look down watching his cock disappear and reappear, each time with new layers of slickness. Making you very aware of the sounds as well. The wetness sounds. The sounds of skin on skin slapping each other.

You can’t watch it anymore, slamming your head back on the mattress. It’s too much—you swear you see white. Feeling that ripple through your body sending twitches to areas you didn’t even think it was possible. Chest heaving, you sigh out.

Kusakabe looks down at you, slowing down. He carefully dips down to kiss you once more starting back again.

Wrapping your arms around him, you don’t let him go. Kissing him, massaging your tongues together. He starts up again. One hand on your hip, pushing it down whilst thrusting his cock repeatedly, the other, grabbing your face. Forcibly yet ever so gently.

His thumb so close to your bottom lip, he can’t help but to feel the soft yet swollen plush of it with said thumb. Your softness, all of your softness, causing him to groan from the pleasure. He’s starting to lose his rhythm.

Your fingers find his pecs again, roaming around tracing anything and everything. Even those little scars scattered around his chest. His eyes fluttering shut. He doesn’t want it to end.

“Kusa—”

“Atsuya.”

He looks down at you, that eye contact sends him—because the look on your face, your eyes cast a mighty spell. Paired with that playful, lust-filled smirk of yours, “Atsuya …” your finger traces down the middle of his chest all the way down to his pelvis, “cum for me,” in such a hushed whisper. If he could melt, he would.

The moment he thinks, thinks he felt you pulse your walls against him, he loses it. There’s that grade-one sorcerer. Not so gentle, not lazy, in no way a coward. My goodness, it sends you too. A second time—but this time he doesn’t stop. Jack hammering himself in to you. Sending a shock-wave, rippling throughout your body.

You were supposed to make him cum—not the other way around. Smart-ass knows this, smirking like the devil. “Want me to cum?”

“Y-yeah,” your eyes tearing up, “please”. It was so hard to get that last word out, he even chuckles.

Concentrating, watching every movement of yours. How your body moves, twitches, and bounces back and forth. Your lustful moans. Studying you like some ancient art. Right now, your his. Just the thought of it—and perhaps a little more sends him.

Thrusting once, twice, before staying there. Eyes closed. Finally fluttering them open, he finally collapses on top of you. Wrapping your arms around him, your index finger tracing his spine.

Kusakabe finally comes up, face hovering over yours, eyes peering into your own. Your hands come up to cup his face, your thumb grazing his lower lip only to rest on that area between his chin and lip. Pulling up to kiss him, both of your lips, swollen, but no matter, they mold right together.

A short time later, you lay next to him, comforter pulled up. He, one arm back around his head gripping the bed post, whilst the other holds a lollipop. He blankly stares forward. “I … wasn’t too hard on you, was I?”

“No,” shaking your head. Still, your breath hasn’t steadied. He looks you up and down before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close allowing your head and hand to rest on his pec.

“Want one?” You look up, knowing what he’s asking.

“Sure.” He takes out his lolly and with it, gently parts your lips to stick it in your mouth before grabbing another from his coat that lays on the floor. He does it so gently, so naturally as though he’s been doing it for years. You can’t help but to giggle. Swirling the candy in your mouth, tasting him on it, “hmm … Tastes good.”

You can’t see but you know he’s smirking too, all the while tracing little circles up and down your back.

Days later ~

It’s back to school, sitting by the bleachers watching over the students, “hey,” turning to see that familiar trench coat waving in the breeze.

“Oh … hey.” You move over allowing him room.

He sits right down next to you. There’s a warm silence between the both of you. Looking over to see his eyes squint in the setting sun, “there’s this place that I’ll think you’ll like.”

“Oh?”

He groans, rubbing the back of his head, “look, I’m not good with this stuff okay.”

“… I think you are.” You nudge his knee with yours.

He looks down at his feet, “what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing.”