Mai's Safe Space

It was quite audacious of him to come by in the meantime, you heard the front door open, his steps were distinguishable anywhere, he walked as if he had all the time in the world, sometimes humming along.

You were on your bed, wearing only a small top and shorts to sleep, your laptop open as you laid on your side watching a series on your long awaited weekend. You didn’t expected him to come visit you, he hadn’t texted you but you sure needed to get some stress off, so he wasn't unwelcomed.

Your door slid open, revealing none other than Shigure Sohma.

You sighed, he had that smug grin on his face, he either fought with Akito or he was going to. "What do you want, Shigure?"

"You're always so lovely, are you not happy to see me?" He walked in, closing the door behind him, you sat up, closing your laptop as he came closer.

"It depends." You muttered, putting your laptop safely on your desk. Standing in front of him with your arms crossed. "Are you going to see Akito after or did you go to see her before?"

"I just got into the compound. I showered before coming here if you want to know that too." He slid down the tie that held your hair in a low ponytail.

"That pleases me, to be honest." It was just natural, nobody wanted to fuck someone after they got done fucking someone else or have sex after they had a fight, a good manhandle in bed was appreciated, but not an anger type of manhandle. "What woman would like to lay with someone just sweaty of sex with someone else. Ew." You chuckled, he rolled his eyes.

"But I guess I can expect that from you, you did fuck Ren even if you say you love Akito." His glare was quite funny, what was he going to do? Say 'no' when he did, rumor known if you stayed close enough to the main house.

He stepped towards you, till his hand held your face up, his eyes meeting yours without faltering. "My, that sharp tongue is going to get you into trouble, if you keep going like this."

"It's just you, Shigure."

His lips were on yours instantly. It was probably more to shut you up then the want to kiss you, but it felt good, he was an experienced lover to his credit. Even with no love present between the two of you, everything was sensual as if there was something.

He put more pressure on your jawline, loosening it, your mouth parted and his tongue started its dance with yours.

It was lewd, the smacking of your lips was loud in the room, your hands tightened on his kimono, not touching him further or wrapping around him was frustrating sometimes but it was always the best excuse and the most effective way to never form any attachment. No touch equals no pure intimacy.

He lifted your top, leaving you bare to the chilly air, his fingers playing with your nipples, pinching them to elicit a whimpery reaction out of you, the smug smile on his face provoked more in you like it always did.

His hand traced down your stomach right after, till it went underneath your shorts and underwear. Your legs clenched together as he stroked through the wetness that was building up because of him, he slipped his finger in your hole, starting to move around and thrusting it in and out.

"You talk a lot of shit, just to end up like this." He chuckled. "Must have been some really stressful lectures as of late."

"Shut up." You bit back through gritted teeth.

Your moans, there was little to do about them, Shigure always did his job right, that's why you agreed to this even ignoring your brother's warnings about him.

He pulled out his hand from your shorts, licking up all the juice that had remained on his fingers. "Get on with it." He said amusingly.

Your hands started to move around him, freeing him of all his clothes after taking off your own, he watched your every movement with huge amount of satisfaction, your eyes were black with lust and cheeks flushed by the heat of your body.

Once he was left in his underwear in front of you, you had fallen down on your knees, hand glazing over the growing bulge, you teased a little before actually pulling down and leaving him bare, your hand wrapped around his cock and started to stroke at a slow pace.

Looking up, he met your eyes, his hand on top of your head, there was a smirk on his face, he knew of your attempts at teasing, they worked, but he never let himself look bothered, his precum covering his entire shaft as he traced your face till he pressed your jaw enough for you to open up.

He pushed himself in your mouth, your tongue going in swirls around him, it was pure lust, your moans with his groans, he guided you to his pace going from a slow edging motion to a rougher one, where tears formed at the corners of your eyes. "You see how good it feels when your mouth is filled?"

It was a weakness that face of his combined with that voice, and you could only imagine if this man had any morals or a good character how perfect he would be.

That's how you imagined it every time you had sex with him, you forgot who he was and only looked at how those hands worked on you and how his voice teased you like a lover would.

Your thighs were clenching together, waiting for a bit of relief to come to you as your fingers dug onto his thighs. He moved your head slower, where you couldn't help but let a whine escpae your mouth, he chuckled pulling out of your mouth to see a string of saliva connecting you till it broke, your lips now plump and wet.

He brought you up to his height, his lips firmly pressing agaisnt yours in a heated kiss, messy and sensual, your tongues actually swirling with the other, you cursed the curse right then, because there was a part of you that deeply wanted to wrap your arms around him, leaving scratches all over him to repay the smug look he always carried.

Hand around your throat, he started to pull away, pecking your lips playfully, whispering against them. "Turn around." In a husky voice that melted you.

But you did as he said, turning around, knees on your bed along with your hands as your backside was exposed to him, he traced your cunt with his fingers, making you shiver, yoru hands giving out, so your head was down to the bed. "Shigure... stop it." You were not in the mood to being edged.

Your hips move against him when you felt his lenght at your entrance. "How I like it when you get all needy." He sighed as he sunk in you, thrusting deep and stopping as you clenched around him, not really making room for him to move. "You talk all that shit... just to get like this at the first thrust." He laughed.

"Shut it." He started to move when you relaxed a bit more, thrusting just as you liked it, hitting right where you needed.

Your fists full of the sheets beneath you as it all built up. Hearing him grunting and moaning, his hands going to your hips, slamming them to his almost desperately where the smacking of skin was loud in the room along with the creaking of the bed.

You were close, so close... when he stopped. "'Gure." You cried it, it was a knot that you needed to get off, his hands didn't let you move his hips.

"I want to see you." Those words, in the context of him being so passionate made you clench around him. He sighed in delight.

He turned you around. Holding your legs apart as you stilled your hands on the bed to prevent going for him. He thrusted into you again, pushing you down where he could reach your lips in another kiss.

He was making it difficult, you hated it, your hands were holding on even tighter as he kissed you. Then a hand left the back of one of your thighs, trailing down to your cunt till it started to circle around your clit, moaning into his mouth, his grin widening, your eyes opened just a little to see his looking back at yours darkly.

"Shigure... Gure- I'm going to-" He worked his fingers even more, his thrusts getting faster till you were cumming around his cock, trying to silence your moans as he fucked you through it, till he started to thrust irregularly, then groaning, he came deep in you. Stilling as he emptied himself.

Panting was the prevalent sound now, as you both recovered from it. Fuck, if you needed it, you felt grateful to have someone so skilled at a phone call away. "Thanks." Was the only thing that left your lips.

"Anytime, pretty." He sighed, getting off you, pulling out, you closed your legs and rolled over on your bed, so you laid on your stomach, you could feel his cum oozing out, but you just hugged your pillow feeling stress-free and far less frustrated, this compound didn't offer many opportunities, sneaking around like this, was the only thing that was thrilling.

He left for your bathroom, using your mouthwash and refreshing himself before leaving. You looked at him amused, on your side so your breasts were exposed to him.

The nerve of this man to go see his beloved that hated him and loved him right after this, a smile crept up on your face, he was surely a piece of shit, but you never expected anything more of him. Hatori always talked about their high school days and even uni days where he and Aya were famous amongst girls and women. Were you aware that you were just another of the bunch? Fully aware. But even then unless he wanted to die by the hands of Akito or Hatori, he wouldn't say anything.

"Shigure." You called for him, making him come back in the room with a hum. "Next time, could you bring some condoms? I don't mind in general since I'm on birth control but cleaning up is a hassle."

"Will do." He said as he closed up his kimono. "Wouldn't you be anxious if it failed, would you? Growing round and plump-" He joked.

"Shut up." You laughed with him. "It won't fail, I'm serious, I'm not going to be part of the one percent." That would be horrifying, a nightmare absolutely. "Now get going, Hatori will come back soon, he only went out for a check up." He rolled his eyes before going up to you and leaning in for a kiss.

It was nothing special, but a nice gesture, it was like that was the signal of stopping every time, and it made you both feel less shitty of just fucking for the sake of letting out sexual frustration on the other. "I might come by in a few days. So, get riled up over something, it's definitely better when you're frustrated so much, you cry." He smiled as he reached the door.

"Asshole." You muttered. "Close the door, thank you." He just waved his hand and then closed the door.

The post nut clarity was a true event as you showered and cleaned the sheets. Your hands were on your hips as you sighed, opening the windows to let the air out and laying back on the bed to continue with your series as if nothing ever happened but a shower.

you had only come back to Tokyo today in the early morning and had been notified by Yaga of the events that occurred this last week.

noticeably, Suguru’s return.

you had remained shook at the everything that happened, Suguru’s new plans or former plans for the Jujutsu world. so much, that you could not go to Satoru right away, you had to clear your own mind before ever going to comfort him at all.

you greeted the workers with a small smile, making your way through the hallways and stairs till you were in front of his door and made your way in.

the whole room was dark even though it was late afternoon, a few rays of light got through, brightening the little it could, enough for you to see the silhouette of his body on the bed, lying with an arm over his face, his bare chest going up and down with his breathing and legs crouched with a pair of sweatpants on.

you sighed, taking the dark blue uniform off you and throwing it on the couch on the other side of the room, leaving you in your panties and a t-shirt.

“satoruuu…” you called him softly and calmly, climbing on the other side of the bed, sitting on your knees beside him. your hand poking his side waiting for a reaction. “satoru.” but nothing.

a bit annoyed you made the move. with another sigh, your hands sat on his chest, throwing your leg on the other side of his waist. you saw immediately that stupid grin on his face with his free hand going on your thigh in a millisecond.

“this is a good feeling.” he said with a chuckle. “heard you got back today from some lost place in South Africa, i’m offended you didn’t come to greet me first thing, babe.”

“right, can we go right to the point, honey.” you got his arm off his face but his eyes were still closed. “maybe you could look at me to start off.”

he breathed deeply, the amusement falling off for a second into numbness, he opened them, looking to the side for a moment before looking at you. you smiled sadly at the single glance to his beautiful light blue eyes. a pair that held so much behind them, feelings that he didn’t show easily.

“do you want to talk?” you asked him softly, your thumb brushing the side of his cheek, along his jawline.

“there’s something more productive i’d like to do. you, for example.” his fingers were playing with the elastic band of your panties.

“and they say romance is dead.” his light laugh and snort made a faint smile on your face appear. “if that were true, i’d feel you poking into me then i’d reject you as i’ve done before. but that’s not the case.”

“i mean, it doesn’t really take a lot…” his finger was going to the front of your panties, bringing them down till your own hand brought him out of them, back onto your waist. “we both need it, y/n, a nice distraction and consolation.” he sighed.

“i’ll consider it if we talk first. come on, we have done this before, satoru.” you were trying to be patient, keyword is trying, but that’s all, you have been through this countless times already, you knew the flirting and cute words were just to distract you from the purpose, though he knew you were not a flatterer.

“have i told you how pretty you look today?” he said with his hand lightly stroking your chin. you smiled, kissing the tip of his fingers.

“i love to hear such things from a handsome man.” you leaned down on him, chest to chest, your forearms keeping you up enough to still face him. “but we still need to talk. now you’re trapped, so start talking before we stay for days on this bed.”

“what about your trip? tell me about it? was the special grade curse as bad as people were making it out to be?” you sighed. you cupped his cheeks fully, inches away from his face. looking directly into his eyes, your heart beating fast at the way you would break the ice so abruptly.

“‘toru, tell me what happened with Suguru.” you asked.

you felt the way his chest stopped their movement for a second, you saw how his breath hitched and his eyes widened quickly. yet, no response came, you were just looking at him continuously, to the point where you didn’t realize how your positions changed.

he was on top of you, your legs wrapped around him as he breathed heavily. “satoru… i’m here. i’ve always been here.” you reminded him, trying to give him some faith and trust in yourself.

he collapsed gently, his head on your chest, his big figure sprawled on top of you and between your legs.

your hand brushing through his hair gently, rubbing his scalp and nape like a feather as he took his time.

“he’s gone.”

you hummed at his choked tone of voice. his shoulders were slightly trembling, then the sniffling started and then you felt your t-shirt dampening of his tears.

you just held him as he cried.

nobody was unaware of the relationship they had when they were young and in school, they had a friendship like no others, they were friends, brothers, family, maybe soulmates. you had just come in accidentally, being a year younger gave you all the time to admire your superiors, just one day you had found him wondering around alone, sighing.

sighing was a bad indicator for anything. you approached him and till now you had become something similar to a diary or a therapist, perhaps.

he told you the place each person had in his life, suguru was something like the sun in the hell of a childhood he lived, he was an anchor of life for him. when he left, it was visible how his life seemed to have been sucked out of him, you hated to see him like that. he slowly recovered from it but it was never the same, the walls were built.

it was worse the first months, he wouldn’t talk about it, he wouldn’t utter a word, he put on an act, then he’d get annoyed, then he’d try to run and make you leave, yell even, till you pressed and finally he opened up. he cried then too, he let his vulnerable side out in the world with you and you cried with him the first time. but now it was different.

you were in no way trying to involve yourself, or understand what he was going through, even though you did, since you had lost Yu after all, but right then it wasn’t your job to play who had it worse or make it about you, it was a moment of “let it out, before it consumes you.”

his body was calming down after some time.

his arms were even tighter around your torso, his body growing in heat, letting you reach around you to drop a blanket over the both of you before he got sick.

he cleared his throat, his voice still hoarse but he started to tell you in detail everything that had happened while you were away. you hummed here and there, asking a few questions as well, still rubbing your hands on his back and shoulders, seemingly comforting him.

“so up till now, you have not eaten a single thing.” you asked. “that’s not good, satoru, come on, we got to get out of bed.” you patted him, he whined in response.

“i disagree with that notion. we can cuddle and snuggle, maybe have some great sex-“

“see, no.” you tried to pull him off you but he didn’t let go. “i have a date tonight, but i need you up on your feet before i go, because if we wait you’ll be rotting tomorrow. wait!” in a moment and costing your neck, you were up, straddling his lap. as he looked up with a frown.

“what do you mean date? we have never agreed to this.” he really looked incredulous.

“you didn’t. i did. life is continuing outside the Jujustu world, my dear friend.” you slapped his cheek softly. “get up, you are having dinner right now.” you got out of his arms and out of bed, reaching for the couch as you put your pants back on. you turned on the lights and looked at him, his hand was ruffling his own hair while he still sat on the edge of the bed.

“satoru?” you called him. you walked back to him, taking his hands from his knees and have him stand up. “let’s go.”

you guided him slowly, he just complied, he followed after you, looking down at the your intertwined hands.

he looked at you as you talked friendly to the maid, asking her to please cook a little something in big portions to feed him for the days he had not eaten, and once everything was prepared he wanted to laugh at all the food laid out in front of him but you sat there with your arms crossed, looking at him intensely.

he just complied. starting to eat as you watched with a small smile, sometimes it fell into sadness to then turn into fondness.

it was dark outside by the time he was done. he laid back on his back with his legs still under the table, breathing heavily waiting for his stomach to do its job. “that was too much.” he muttered.

“now, you’ll think twice about starving yourself. i’m turning into a granny by worrying for you.” you said getting up, ready to get out of here and into the world.

“i’ll need you even if you’d turn into a granny. you’d be a hot granny.” you chuckled, reaching his side, receiving the invite of his hand reaching for you. you sat down with him one last time. looking directly into each other, his lips formed a weak smile, guiding his hand with yours in it to his lips and kissing it lightly.

he wanted to grin at the slight blush on your cheeks, but he refrained from doing that. “thank you.” you smiled genuinely at his words. “thank you for always being there for me. i haven’t been the best for you, but you’re always here. so, thank you.”

the smile on your face widened, your eyes almost completely invisible by it. “love to hear it.”

there was a moment of silence before the maids started to come in and the shiny atmosphere was disrupted. “i have to go now. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“all right, see you later, y/n.”

he sat up, watching you walk away and out of his residence with a big smile while he sighed and stood to walk back to his room.

he stood under the hot water, thinking. and thinking. and thinking more.

So surprising that some people thought you two were in a relationship for some time now.

You weren't, to clear the record.

But there was never a denial on whether you found him attractive enough to sleep with him, the opportunity was simply never given and you were for sure never going to ask just to calm your curiosity on his abilities in bed. It would have been slightly desperate on your part. Even if you dreamt about it in your early teens.

Then, he befriended Nagi, you did too as he brought him around. Another one that you couldn’t help but find attractive, honestly, only blind people wouldn’t. His height was enough to get you riled up, along with the general different in size between the two of you. He was a stud.

Growing and maturing, they both just got better, but it got worse for you as the two untouchable people in your life continued to appear in your horniest of dreams.

Nonetheless, you found yourself cheering for the two of them during every match, you could be in, congratulating them both if they won, consoling them, cooking if they lost, spending your breaks from uni the three of you together, making trips during the holidays...

You three were inseparable, the three best friends.

The three that many believed were fucking between each other.

Reaching Reo’s family house like every other Saturday afternoon with the difference of it not being his apartment, you met his father at the door, he smiled at you warmly, informing you that Nagi was here too with Reo playing videogames, while hewas going to go to an emergency meeting right then. He patted your head as he left the house.

There was a tingling in your stomach for some reason as you made your way up, brushing that to the side you finally entered the room finding Nagi sat with his back to the bed on the ground, while Reo was crossed leg on the bed a bit hunched over.

Your body and his mattress were one and only in a second, laying down beside him, your head close to Nagi's head and Reo's leg.

You felt the slight tension in the room, the awkward air that was hanging heavy at your appearence.

"Hi, are we going to stay like this for long?" You asked as minutes passed where they stood still as statues with their fingers being their only indication of life.

Their eyes met one another briefly, your eyebrow started to arch in confusion. The game became silent seconds later, Nagi was scratching the back of his head as Reo put things back into place all without saying a word and never looking at you.

"What is wrong with you two today?" You asked calmly and honestly a bit scared, were they going to dump you? Or well, stop your friendship?

Reo cleared his throat loudly, leaning against his desk directly in front of you, arms crossed and body stiff trying to relax for whatever he was going to say next. "Well... we were kind of, we talked about something before that left us wondering a bit, you just came in at the… wrong time, I guess."

"Good, what is that?" They kept looking at each other as if choosing who'd say it, patience was running thin now. "Guys."

"Having a threesome." Nagi said as unbothered as ever. Your eyes widened but other than that you kept your compsure, without noticing arching your back. Looking back and forth once again between the two.

"You guys... had a threesome?" You asked baffled. For some reason you felt a bit hurt at the admission. Despite being 18, you were up till then still virgin-

"No! No! We- we just talked about it, like a possibility in the future to experience and then you walked in and things got awkward, since you know- ugh." Reo explained quickly with a hand rubbing his face out of the slight embarrassment he was currently feeling. You felt relief, at least some groupie had not taken them,.. from you.

It felt wrong to think of them as yours but for years they were just that, yours. The only girl they let close to them, the only girl they hugged and complimented.

A chill ran down your whole body, a feeling you knew too well was pooling in your core, you realized that two of the most attractive guys you knew, were standing right there, with a open possibility of having them at the same time without it being awkward in your small friend group.

You stood up, thinking over your next actions carefully as they just looked you pacing around the room and just like you feeling a certain heat in them. Looking at one another, Reo with a tiny smirk.

With your silence he was getting angrier though rather than frustrated, the previous embarrassment completely left in favor of supressing the need to bonk you on the head and stop walking around.

"You're making me dizzy." Nagi said out loud, basically reading his mind. Stopping you in your spot.

"Would you though?" You directly looked at them, more at Reo. He shrugged his shoulders, eyes never leaving you while Nagi gave more of a lazy nod.

Your mind went blank for a second, and when you felt conscious of your own moves, your eyes were half lidded looking directly into Reo's, while the smacking of your lips echoed in the room as they moved so hungrily against the other.

Nagi's figure was behind you, his lips attached to your neck with his hands under your shirt. Your chest pressed against Reo's, your hands on his abs while your ass pressed strongly against Nagi's crotch.

Reo's fingers played with the button of your pants, watching your face flush pink and red in the sloppy kiss, a corner of his lips went up. You seemed so fucked out already and that had him amused, it was arousing to see the composed little girl a puddle in his arms, with his best friend's hands groping all around you.

This was the time he could finally act on his attraction, as much as Nagi could and even you could, without making it worse for all, for this moment at least.

His hand hid behind the zipper of your pants, fingers finding the slick in your freshly shaved skin and he wondered with a grin how many times you walked in so prepared for this moment. Oh fuck, that thought was getting him harder.

Your thighs clenched together at his finger messing with your sensitive clit already. You knew you were mess, but that would make it far more interesting. Your reaction to his fingering had a clear effect on Nagi as well as your rear pushed towards his crotch even more, the bulge a complete hard on, his groans against your skin told it all.

Reo used his free hand to pull away from your kiss, lips swollen and red, soft gasps as you caught your breath but he guided you towards Nagi, your lips connected with his, his hands squeezing your breasts even more, he watched in satisfaction how needy you were as your hand struggle with his pants, trembling and getting frustrated over them.

Your tongue danced with Nagi’s, your body responding to the difference in size as he hunched over to properly kiss you. His hands were burning on your skin, they were far bigger than anything on your body, almost feeling inadequate. You probably were nothing compared to the girls that threw themselves at them, but you couldn’t let yourself down now. If this was your only chance, you had to properly use it.

“Nagi, Reo…” you moaned their names as Nagi’s started to kiss your neck again. “Fuck.”

Nagi slipped your top off in that moment, letting you gasp at the cold air and the sudden wet feeling of Reo’s mouth on your chest. Your face flushed seeing him taking your nipples in his mouth, your hand going around his neck gently, squeezing him whenever either of them gave you stimulation.

Nagi’s long fingers did their job as the palm of his hand pressed against your clit while the tip of two fingers went in and out of your tight hole.

All of your inexperience surfaced at how hungrily you were all dry humping on each other to feel more. Your hips were rubbing against Nagi’s roughly, you could even feel the heat of your clothes at the continuous friction while your hand remained on Reo’s buckling hips. “Shit.” He said over and over. Grabbing your wrist roughly edging himself and just bringing you to his bed, throwing you over it, landing on your stomach, with your hips wiggling on their own.

“Fuck…” you moaned, gasping for air.

You felt the bed dip near your head, looking at Nagi he leaned down to claim your lips as Reo started to take off your pants and panties. Leaving you completely bare, exposed to these hungry men.

The white haired boy led your hand to his crotch, starting to palm it through his pants and slowly taking him out. His cock was bright pink at the tip, oozing a bit of precum, only the sight made your insides melt and you knew they knew, after all Reo who was then fingering you, made the sound of your wet pussy echo in the room. The squelch would have felt embarrassing if it wasn’t for how taken you were with the pretty cock in front of you and your flushed best friend eagerly waiting for you to take him in your mouth.

You moaned at the gentle hand on your face as he guided your hand down the length of his cock. Flinching when you felt the tip of Reo’s tongue starting to explore your cunt. Your legs had closed off or tried as he kept them apart forcefully, with your hand on his hand, gripping on it. “Stop moving around, Y/N. I need to have a taste.” You gave up, listening his voice, raspy, intimidating and a hidden hint of desperation.

They did not stop themselves, you couldn’t even see how Reo was stroking himself at the heightened and intensified pleasure you were receiving.

The amount of time passed reading erotic books and watching porn felt worth while as you practiced what you had visualized. Your tongue swirled around his shaft, moaning around it as much as massaging all around, from the base to his balls to leaving nail marks on his inner thighs and lower abdomen. “Oh, that’s my girl. So good.” Nagi whispered as his hips bucked into your mouth, gagging as he reached the back of your throat.

Your moans grew louder as you felt your climax reach in Reo’s face. Trying to push him off before without success, your thighs clenched around his head as you gave into it. Spasming as he continued to press his tongue on your clit while Nagi continued to fuck your mouth as he kept you in place.

“Come on, baby, a little more.” He whispered to you, as the other side of the bed dipped signaling Reo’s presence. Stroking himself off on top of you as Nagi’s finally cummed into your mouth, drinking down all of his seed after showing it off to him and then caring for Reo’s climax, taking him in your mouth for him to finish.

You’ve probably dreamt of this scenario secretly, as you sat up, the two took turns to claim your lips, grunting at the taste of their cum mix together still present faintly on your lips. Your hands returning to each of their cocks, starting to harden once again.

It was a heated make out session that ended with you on top of Reo, Nagi standing by the bed looking at you two as his cock finally entered you with a bit of struggle.

You were no longer a virgin and so wasn’t Reo anymore. It all happened while your other best friend was intently watching the two of you. You both moaned as he started to move, it was completely different from the feeling of their fingers, you felt filled, truly. You tried to move your hips to match his, your thighs burning while your brain couldn’t function either.

His feet planted on the bed and pushed into you with even more force, feeling him hit spots you’ve never reached by yourself. Your nails dug into his chest. A smirk plastered on his face. “You can take it, love, don’t disappoint me.” He whispered as his hand wrapped around your throat, moaning at the gesture as he pushed back into you making you almost scream. You looked around for your gentle giant, wanting his lips on yours, to share this moment with you too.

Your half-lidded could only make out his figure going around the bed with something in his hand. Losing sight of him as your eyes shut close at a deep thrust from Reo.

Only when you felt liquid dripping onto you, you understood, with Reo’s hands going to your ass spreading it apart for him as he kept going into you. You whimpered as you felt his finger spreading the lube and entering your hole. “Na-Nagi… I don’t-t think I can-“ You managed to say.

“Shh… dont worry, baby, look at you taking Reo so well for your first time. This will be the same.” He traced a line down your spine, making you shiver, your legs tremble as you then watched him spread lube on his own cock.

Reo stopped his movements, edging himself once again as he waited for Nagi as well teasing you all along for your reaction to it. “Thank god that it’s Nagi taking your ass, I wouldn’t be so caring.” And while the semi- warning sent goosebumps on your skin, making you gasp against his lips, you felt yourself clench around him, after all, this whole encounter was of you being used by them. He grinned at the feeling of the walls tightening around him, hissing. “Fuck, you’re a slut… our little slut.” He said, kissing you, relaxing you as Nagi made his way into you.

He groaned as the mere tip passed the ring of muscles, you felt burning, whimpering against Reo’s lips, pulling away from them to moan and grab one of Nagi’s hands in your own. He pushed more and more till he was getting his way into you, grunting loudly. “So fucking tight, shit, princess, it’s so tight.” Your heart flattered at the pet name. Pecking your shoulder, giving you time to adjust before both of them started again.

You were a moaning mess, tears coming down your eyes at the weird feeling in you, between pain and pleasure, over fulfillment and the knot that you felt in your stomach. All your limbs were intertwined, your hips going against their thrusts automatically. You could only imagine if someone walked in on you right now, being rammed by the two guys you always had the hots for secretly.

“Oh god-“ You choked on your words. “It feels so good.” You managed.

“You’re taking it so well, princess. So gorgeous.”

“Perfect slut for us, ours alone.”

They emanated opposite sides of each other. Reo was not so respectful anymore, was not treating you gently, he was degrading you. Nagi who was often crude and more inclined to inappropriate jokes was so caring and praised so much. Both were fulfilling your desires, rough and gentle.

“I- I- I’m going to- ah!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm going through. You could hear them groan as your insides clenched and trapped them, almost milking them out. When you relaxed a little they kept going, going for their own release.

Planting his feet again, holding onto your thighs, Reo thrusted mercilessly as much as Nagi did as he grabbed your shoulders from behind and guided your whole body against his.

Your body didn’t feel like yours for a moment, completely bent at their wills and needs. And you could only welcomed it, your body reacting to your oversensitivity from the previous orgasm as they both finally released deep in you and you did too. Trembling in their hands. As the three of you panted for oxygen, their hips still spasming as their ropes of cum continued to fill you.

“So good, you were so good, baby.” Nagi whispered into your ear as he leaned down and finally stood up.

“Took it so well for your first time.” Reo chuckled, kissing the crown of your head, his arm going over your waist, hugging you to him. His personality completely changing post orgasm. He had to be cocky, as if this wasn't his first as well.

Nagi came back with his phone in hand, Reo grinning as he slowly raised you up to let his cock out as he recorded your rear and cunt as they started to push out their cum. “That’s a sight to remember.” Nagi said under his breath.

“Send it to me, that’s material to jerk off in away games.” Reo said, patting your lower back. You blushed, nuzzling into his chest. “Done” Nagi said and not even seconds later his phone rang out loud.

“You shouldn’t do that without asking me first.” You complained, tracing the lines of Reo’s muscles. Nagi, then, leaned near you, trapping your lips in a kiss. “Can we keep it?” He asked pecking your lips once more and caressing your cheek ever so gently.

“Fine.” You nodded and chuckled at the silly grins they got.

He resumed the kiss and soon after you were being carried in the bathroom, Nagi’s cock thrusting into your swollen pussy from behind as Reo had your hair in a tight fist bouncing it up and down his length as the hot water rained upon the three of you.

Nothing was truly established that night, you were just being fucked throughly, used as nothing more than a cumdump for them, sometimes they both did, sometimes just one and the other watched.

Before you completely passed out, the only thing you heard is how now you knew how they wanted to be greeted by you, how this was going to be their celebration or consolation routine, their stress relieving cycle.

How you were theirs.

You honestly weren’t sure if this was just another of your wet dreams, but when you woke up the day after still in Reo’s bed with his t-shirt on, no panties, with your head on Nagi’s bare chest and Reo’s hand gripping your boob from below, you realized that nothing was going to be the same and fortunately for you, in a positive way.

First, it was his few flees here and there, Mayu as well. But nothing and no one that made him feel less like the dog of the zodiac, only loyal to one woman in mind. No one was ever serious enough or enough in itself.

The appearance of the kids was a welcomed distraction but not ‘it’ yet, it was another failure. Their fights, their presence made him observing of what the zodiac was, therefore made her existence even worse and far more amplified.

When he met you, nothing changed at all at first. You were and are younger than him, just another woman, meeting him during your first year in uni in a random cafe in the city while he was 25.

It took you a bit of time to actually talk to him, to get the glances and looks to have an effect, to have him take you seriously at all beyond an 18-year-old looking at a slightly older man.

Maybe at that moment you were looking for a distraction from the workload as well, he doesn’t know really the motive behind your pursuing.

But he knew that neither of you were actually taking the situation seriously, it was all out of lust, for him to not think of Akito and the curse, for you to probably not think of family and your own problems.

Things weren't supposed to be taken seriously.

Yet, after three years, here he was, thrusting into you deep and hard, groaning into your mouth as he muffled your moans and made everything echo with the slick on your skin.

Your legs spread apart, feet planted on the futon while his hands pinned yours down. Chest against chest. Forehead against forehead.

You knew his secret.

His attraction grew even more after the discovery, you stayed and listened, you stayed and understood, you stayed and didn’t care.

You stayed.

He knew the difficulty in it though, you were a very affectionate person, for years you wanted to hold him, the man that was making your head go crazy but you couldn’t without ending up with the cute version of his dog.

Because while it was at least something, after years, and a title, it was still frustrating.

As he fucked you thoroughly, he could see the way your legs twitched every time to wrap around him and feel the most. He wanted it too, feel your legs tightly around himself, feel your arms around his back and leaving all the marks you wanted.

As he spilled into you, hands firmly on your waist, digging into your flesh as he pushed as deep as he could, he showed you the same amount of want and need. The marks perpetually being left on your skin, everyday you saw them, every time you remembered that none other would fit them as his hands would.

Panting against your chest, he was feeling your nails brushing through his hair, your lips leaving light pecks on the crown of his head.

It was an experience looking into your eyes every time. He never felt as overwhelmed as in those moments.

So much care and love that he probably shouldn’t deserve for who he truly was. He had told you things but not nearly as everything as he should have.

His head was still split into his zodiac and human, but now there was you, thinking of Akito felt like a betrayal each time, he felt shame that he still couldn’t figure out a way to break this curse and shame of feeling a pull that he would never feel with you. It was something unique with Akito, unfortunately and till then, when she called he would be with her as she wished.

While nothing physical had happened, that was the bare minimum. Just his thoughts were near enough awful for someone in a relationship, he couldn't do anything about the chain that tugged when she wished even in moments like these, where he had the only woman who truly loved him unconditionally with him, making love to her.

Much that he only snapped out of it when he felt you push him off your body. Scrambling around with the sheet covering yourself to find your clothes while he just closed his eyes with a sigh, knowing he had fucked up royally, his hand going to his face, eyes looking down with guilt and then at you, putting on his t-shirt and pants with your shoulders going up and down irregularly.

"I'm sorry." Is all he could say.

"It's not enough." You said with a crack in your voice. "I understand, okay? I do, I did for three years but I can't just ignore it every time. I know she's in your head but where am I? Are you wishing it was her? Are you just doing this out of pettiness? Are you just wasting my time? Am I wasting my time with a man that cannot stop thinking of his ex lover even when we are having sex? Did you cum because of her or me? These are all the questions that come to mind whenver this happens, I'm tired of it, Shigure." Tears were freely rolling down your cheeks, looking at him with sadness and disappointment as he just felt guilt. He couldn't even hug you.

"I know it's not enough but I'm trying. I don't want to think of her, I don't want to, I want to be with you. Why do you think we are where we are now? I want you, but I cannot stop that! I cannot break it." He said through frustration.

"And I get it! But you cannot expect me to not be hurt!" You said back to him.

The room fell in silence. When your breathing regulated, you started to walk off to the door, but he held you back by the wrist. "Where are you going?"

Snatching it back. "I will sleep with Tohru. I cannot be with you tonight."

You closed the door behind you. Shigure just fell back into bed, hunched over as he repressed the need to scream in frustration. He didn't want to admit defeat, unfortunately whenever this happens, he would lose you for three days at least.

He could not do anything, he had not found the way to break the curse yet. He was really trying, for you and for him to live a normal life. He was also sure that it will still take time for it to happen after he discovered a way.

He slept sporadically in the night, waking up every hour and hoping to find you back on the other side of the bed, but it was always empty. In the early morning he woke up and walked down to find the kids all up and about, you were with Tohru by her side wearing his long sleeved shirt and his sweatpants, with your hair wet after what he assumed was a relaxing shower whenever you felt stressed.

Tohru greeted him as gently and kindly as always, Kyo and Yuki doing the same with less enthusiasm, you stayed quiet, he only met your eyes briefly, recognizing the puffiness and the slight redness you tried to cover up, looking away as quickly as possible.

The kids knew to not ask. They ignored whatever had happened every time it happened. Breakfast happened as normally as it would've.

When the kids were gone, so were you, locked up in your shared room with him as you worked from your computer, he knew already he had to stay out of it, he stayed in his study room, writing when he could not do nothing but think to how fix things with you this time.

The first two days went exactly as he predicted, each of you staying in your own spaces, not a word said between you two. He felt anger that you got mad at something he could not control at all and frustration that he could understand it. He saw you each day with the same puffiness around your eyes.

The third was not as he imagined, after the kids went to school, he waited for you to walk up the stairs and disappear till they returned, instead you spoke to him. "We need to talk, Shigure."

Those words didn't inspire faith in him, just fear. Hearing his full name from your lips felt even worse, whatever it was, it was not something he probably wanted to hear.

You two sat in front of each other in his studio, in silence, heart racing in both your chests as you tried to find the right way to put it out. But there wasn't a right way, so you just said it.

"We should break up."

Your words felt like a bucket of ice poured onto him. His eyes widened and he spoke without even thinking. "No."

"I'm not asking, Shigure."

"I said no. I'm not breaking up with you, I don't care whatever you have to say about it, I am not ending my relationship with you." He said, anger visible in his eyes. "We are happy."

"If you think happy means having an argument every two weeks because of another woman, I doubt and am scared of your definition." You said with a chuckle.

"Are you unhappy?" He asked directly.

"I'm not happy entirely." You swallowed. "We have our happy moments, I know, everything apart from this is perfect. But I just can't overlook it every time. It hurts, Shigure, I feel it breaking me all the time physically and emtionally." You said to him. His jaw clenched.

"I'm trying, it's not something I asked for. I want to break it as much as you do and live a fucking normal life."

"And how much time is that going to take? A year? Two years? Five? Ten? Never?! I am 21, I am young and have time to start and build something with someone else, Shigure. I'm not wasting time being your second choice, I will want to get married and have children. What will happen then? Akito will have me end up like Kana and then what, Shigure?"

"You're not a second choice-"

"I am if there is another woman in your heart and mind. Because there shouldn't be. I do not have another man pop up every now and then to which I cannot say no, to which I cannot not accept advances from."

"You know, nothing ever happened. Don't start that shit with me, Y/N. You won't end up like Kana, I won't let Akito get close to you, I made sure of that for three years and Hatori knows he cannot. This conversation is over, I'm not breakiing up with you, forget it." He got up and started to walk away.

"Shigure. Shigure. Shigure!" You yelled following after him up till you were in your shared bedroom. "Stop behaving like this."

"I told you I'm done with the conversation."

"But I'm not. Can you not understand that I'm hurting and we have no way to know if this will end up in tragedy or will work out."

"Do you think I don't want that? I just want to have a fucking life, away from that, now that I'm with you. I did think of it, I want to get married and have a family with you, I just need time to figure this out and break it." Tears rolled down your cheeks at the thought of not having that.

You had fallen in the deep end with him.

"I'm not throwing away the best thing that happened to me." He said sincerely, with fear in his eyes as he looked at you. "I know things are not the best right now, but we endured it and I'm not giving up."

You sniffled, frusteation growing in you as well. "What if I want to get married right away?"

"Then we will get married, tomorrow if you want."

"First you'll have to get permission from the head of the family." You spit back at him.

"I don't care. I've been kicked out, despite being called back from time to time, I call all my choices. I'm marrying you, whether you want it or not, tomorrow or whenever you think it's right." He shrugged. Your jaw clenched.

"What if I was pregnant? What would happen then when you get called back, when she finally wants you openly because she will not want you with another? Where do we end up? Shigure, just understand, for once, things will not change." Your voice had some sincerity, his eyes narrowed at it. Looking at you up and down.

"Are you?" His voice was hoarse, in disbelief.

"I said if I was."

"And I'm asking if you actually are." He just looked at your frown, the veil of tears that was buidling up in your eyes as you shut your mouth in a thin line instead of giving him a proper answer. "You are." He said taking a step towards you, as you took a step back.

"I don't know if I'm keeping it, don't get your hopes up, I'm not raising a child in these conditions." Your words held bitterness. "You didn't even want anything when we started our relationship, you didn't want the committment, I'm sure a child was not in it as well."

"Things changed you know that. For fuck's sake we live together, how do I not want committment? With you? I just told you I'd marry you tomorrow if you want. I'm 28, a child is not going to scare me off and make me break up with you. It's just making me love you more."

Your breathing became visibly irregular from the anger or frustration he didn't know. But you had only given him a reason more to fight for you. "Gure, please." You just cried, breaking. "I am scared." Your head fell down, eyes shutting as you cried.

Despite it, he understood. He understood your fears, he understood that you were scared, you were young, pregnant and in a relationship with a man that it's chained to a woman he grew to despise, and that could not touch fully without becoming a dog.

His gaze softened, walking towards you and leaning his forehead down to the top of your head, the most intimacy he could give you, kissing your head. "I love you. I truly and incredibly am in love with you." His hand slid on top of your flat stomach. Your hand going on top of his. "I'm here with you, just hang with me a little more."

You faced him, lips colliding with yours as you locked in a burning kiss. Your hands quickly pulling down his yukata from his shoulders, pooling on his waist as your nails quickly dug into his skin as always giving him indication of your need for him.

It wasn't long after that you both found yourselves naked on the bed, his cock into you as he dug his fingers into your thighs to keep you down and yours in his shoulders in a position where it didn't trigger it.

His length going in and out of you deeply, whispering sweet things into your ears as you just moaned his name, making something snap in him, something he wasn't quite sure of.

"Mine, mine..." He repeated as changed and pounded from behind you, his hand keeping your head to the side, looking at you fucked out state as he erased any idea of breaking up from your mind.

He felt the pull, growing restless to have his attention, but he just couldn't, he was caught up, he had you, he had you forever, and with you he had a child that was enlarging his own proper family, that tied you in a way that he cannot be tied with anyone else, his dream of a normal life with you and away from everything else.

A tear fell down his cheek as you moaned out his name coming on his cock as he kept going in and out of you sloppily, reaching his own point of release as he came deep in you, spilling his seed in you once again, feeling the knot releasing and something completely breaking in him.

You both panted for air, crying silently and he fell on you, the urge in him to hug you tightly.

For a single man that was always near you.

Ayato Kirishima had entered and trained for the knighthood for his entire life, he was under the responsibility of your family's butler so he entered the palace quite young, only two years your senior.

It had started years ago as a mere crush on the boy, a blessing upon you since the window of your room would face the training grounds, your young self would look out for hours to see the boy train, drenched in sweat and panting with a flushed body.

You tried to stay away for some time, never look at him by your window anymore, occupying yourself in activities that would have you on the complete opposite sides of the palace. But he never left entirely, he would send those smiles that had your heart flutter, he'd help you around and more than once was assigned as your knight during trips, leaving him closer than ever.

With time that crush instead of fading became heavier, deeper and in some way worse when he seemed to exchange the interest positively. He’d talk to you, help you, touch you and made you laugh, he was always close.

That is why, right now, you found yourself in your room during the night trying to keep your composure and not touch yourself with all the knowledge that was bestowed upon you and think about your future husband being him.

It had to fade away as soon as possible, as a heir you knew the possibility of him ever being a match was below zero, unfortunately.

Your infatuation had to disappear.

Asking friends for advice was the next step, how to get a man out of your head, or a desire as you told them, and probably the worse advice was given to you. One that made you doubt the friendships you had.

To have him and throw away, experience the desire to finally having the curiosity satisfied and never think about it anymore.

For a week that thought never left your mind, you would pass by him, he would bow but the only thought you had was to savor those lips, feel them on your skin, while your bodies united as one.

As your body submerged under the hot tub, feeling that warmth and crave deep in you, it wasn't something you could ignore anymore, it was a years in the building love you had for him, his abilties, his beauty and his personality.

Standing up from the tub, water drenched down your body and hair, now wet and shining with the oils your skin was washed with. Hinami, helped you with your robe and was going to do the same for your hair before you stepped away from her, back to the same window you stayed at a lot in your youth.

"Hinami." You called her attention abruptly.

"Yes, my lady."

"Call Ayato Kirishima, I need to discuss something urgent with him." You said, and as Hinami nodded and exited the room, a bit of uneasiness and excitement built up in your core.

Your current robe was discarded for a new one, a sheer transparent robe that left nothing to the imagination. Your nipples were peeking against the fabric as well, your bosom stuck out barely covered by the hair falling on the front.

Minutes passed slow, spent on looking yourself in the mirror to make sure everything was as good as it was seducing somehow. Your heart stopped for a moment when the door was knocked at and Hinami's voice was faintly heard.

"Let Ayato in and leave us, Hinami, I'll call for you later if needed." You yelled from the bathroom with composure.

The door clicked open and close, the sound of boots gracing your ears as you finally let go of your agitation and moved towards your room once again.

"Princess, Hinami told me I was needed for an urgent matter but I was not aware of any- " When his eyes fell upon you, his face hardened in a way, his jaw was prominent and his eyes seemed to glare at you rather than be pleased by the sight.

It didn't diminish the thrill in you. Walking up to him at mere centimeters of distance with an innocent smile that contradicted the rest of your body.

"It is indeed something urgent. You see, recently I've been informed time and time again of certain duties- sigh- for my imminent marriage. Though, these were referred to me by women, I was quite curious on a male perspective. Who would be better than you, my loyal knight?" You smiled at him, hands behind your back, popping your chest out a little.

His eyes slightly widened at the implications of your words. Going back to their stoic and neutral gaze seconds later. "I am sure you were already told enough, my lady. I cannot cross more lines than I already am by being here."

"I invited you here. You're not crossing any line that I did not ask you to. But if I am of incovenience, I will find someone else to help me out-"

"What is it that you need?" His voice was harsher and colder, your thighs clenched together at the tone and his eyes seem to register it after all.

"I need to learn the ways to properly pleasure a man, if you could teach me, I know you're experienced in women, it shouldn't be different to take me-" Your jaw hurt as his fingers pressed against it, lifitng you towards him, close to his face where your noses would almost touch.

"You are the princess, my lady, what you are asking is for me to treat you like a common whore, is that what you want?" Your head moved on its own, nodding for him, to have him as soon as possible, to let your desire flow out freely without hiding.

His lips crashed against yours right after, he held you hardly as his mouth moved roughly, a kiss that was reciprocated, sloppy and messy at the amount of need behind the both of you.

Your body and his felt burning against one another, your back arched, and your sounds began to echo in the room along the smacking of your lips, your chest pressed against his, heat pooled in you both at the skin contact separated with only two layers of clothing.

Nipples could be felt through the sheer robe, they hardened, hands started to fall around the hems of the fabrics, the robe being the first hitting the ground and his cotton training shirt following behind, letting you get a close up of the body you eyed every day for years, the body you wanted to feel the warmth of.

Hands roamed around, your on his chest, back and shoulders while his grabbed onto your every flesh possessively, gripping on your waist, hips, neck, nape, ass… he seemed like he wanted to memorize everything about it.

“Ayato-“ Whispering his name let you hear his groans out loud. You wanted to know for how long he wanted you as well, how he fantasized about you just as you did for him to react this way to your touch, to your voice…

His bulge was evident against your lower stomach, founding the courage and guided by your lust, your hand rubbed it, he pulled away from you hissing, squeezing a bit when the burning sensation of your scalp came as he pulled you from your hair.

It wasn’t pain, not at all that came with the action, but instead your thighs were squeezing together, trying to alleviate the need of him.

He noticed it, he noticed you, just like he always did all these years. A small smirk came onto his face, your flushed face, red and pink, with the glossy look in your eyes made him feel power over the member of royalty before him, let his ego being inflated.

“Down to your knees.” He pushed you down, his fingers going to the string of his pants, your mouth watered for him. “You asked for this, my princess. How to pleasure a man, how to be pleasured as a whore…” He leaned to kiss your lips once more before pushing into your mouth.

The taste passed any importance, your head felt dizzy as his hands guided your head back and forth down his length, your tongue moved around him, your moans mixing with his hisses and groans.

Millions of thoughts went through his mind, how did the sheltered princess that never touched a man, suck him off like a professional woman from the brothels. How did she lose all her innocence in his eyes with a single sight of her body.

As his hands cupped your face, he made you look up at him, your eyes close to tearing up but he had to stop to keep himself on edge at least. He groaned loudly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs almost gently before his hips thrusted forward.

You couldn’t help but gag, the tears threatening to fall down, were now rolling down your cheeks, your fingers dug into his legs for you to have something to latch on.

The roughness was arousing, he could do anything to you right now, your head wasn’t registering much. You just wanted him, as your first and maybe as your only one.

When he pulled out of your mouth, you were gasping for hair, your hands falling on the ground, essentially in a doggy position, your mouth hung open waiting for him, he couldn’t help but want to see your body trembling from an orgasm, have you under his complete control.

He kneeled in front of you, kissing your lips that still tasted of him with a devilish smile, lifting you up from your jaw and walking to your bed, bodies climbing and falling onto the silky sheets. Expensive fabrics that would now be tainted of you two.

His body hovered yours, lips connecting with his again, muffling down the moans that now escaped you as his fingers found their way to your intimacy.

Your legs tried to squeeze together at first, but were roughly opened up, shamefully spread on for anyone that could enter the room to look at you and how his fingers started to pump in and out of you.

One of your hand was gripping on the bed, moaning at the cold but pleasant feeling of his fingers inside of you, his thumb circling and pressing against your clit wonderfully, mixed with the squelching sound of your juices. “Ayato, Ayato, please-“ You whimpered against his lips.

“Wet like a slut, moaning like a bitch for me, is this what you did every day when looking at me from afar…” His voice was rough against your ear, lips against the lobe sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t think I’ve never noticed you. Did you touch yourself thinking of me? Calling for me? Just like you are doing now.” You could feel the smirk at his lips.

But you couldn’t do much, with his words and his actions he was sending you into a blurry minded state. You just nodded, whimpering as you felt the knot sensation in your core, arching your back a little, you knew he knew. He pressured more, pumping faster and deeper, rubbing down till you cried out his name.

You were scratching his back as he continued through your orgasm, your legs were spasming, but he chuckled. Pulling his fingers out of you and spreading your cum on your lower stomach and then leading them to your mouth to suck on.

That arousal heightened once again, your eyes were still full of lust and love. You reached out for his face, kissing him gently contrarily to all previous actions, he countered with the same gentleness, his tongue played with yours, his hand caressed your skin.

“Are you sure of this now?” He whispered asked you, there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Please, Ayato, I want it to be you.” Your voice cracked at the confession. He kissed you then, deeply and passionately. Spreading your legs apart once again as he positioned himself between them.

The tip of his cock slapped against your still sensitive clit, whining against his mouth you felt him rub himself around, picking up the natural lube. “It may hurt a little-“ He said lowly, you barely heard him as he thrusted in slowly.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, as your legs caged him with you as he sunk himself into you slowly. He groaned at the tightness and you let a few moans out of slight pain and pleasure. Feeling stretched open was a bit of a vague statement, it was not describable, even less when he started moving.

He pulled away from you, sitting up, looking down at your body, covered in love bites, hickeys and marks, he admired the disheveled form of you, it was perfect, he wanted to be the only one allowed to see this but it wasn’t something practical so he would just memorize it and enjoy this single time he’d have with you.

His arm wrapped around your under thigh, his other hand going to wrap itself around your neck as he accelerated his thrusts, smashing deeper and louder, noises bounced around the room, for everyone to probably hear the slapping of your skin to one another.

“My little whore is about to cum… already, I can feel you around me. Fuck, fuck-“ your walls were doing things to him. He let go of your leg, leaning over you still holding you around your throat.

Taking the chance your legs wrapped around his waist, you didn’t want him to ever separate from you and he held much of the same thought but it was far more complicated.

With his thrusts mere seconds passed before you came, he was close now as well as he fucked you through it, pussy that tried to milk him. He gritted his teeth in frustration. “Let go, princess.” He said with a mean tone. “Y/N. Let go, I’m going to cum.” He warned, he was stern trying to pull away, but your conscious state of mind and your fucked out state of mind wouldn’t let him. You wanted all of him, your eyes screamed it and instead of stopping his hips continued.

“I-Inside-“ Your mouth was shut by his, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down against your body as he finally went sloppier till he pushed deep, grunting against your mouth as he emptied himself in you while your third orgasm hit.

You felt like puddle, never in your life had you felt such pleasure.

The knight on the other hand was pushing down the voice that was telling him how much he had fucked up right then. But nothing felt this satisfying in a long time, this was a huge risk that made the thrill even more exciting and arousing.

He pulled out, he chuckled at your face distraught at the thought of him just leaving. Thoughts that disappeared as he turned you around, getting on your hands and knees, ass up and back arched as he pushed back in.

Holding you at your waist and hips, thrusting as if it wasn’t your first night, it felt like he was using your body, stuffing you with him. He was treating you like he said he would, and as you moved your hips back into his hungry for more, he continued spouting filth about you.

Grabbing at your shoulders to thrust deeper.

A few more orgasms happened till late at night, only once it was him cumming somewhere that wasn’t in you. Positions after positions, rough with breaks of gentleness, where you’d just hold each other and kiss. Making up for all the time you didn’t let yourself act on your attraction for him.

Falling into your slumber wasn’t something you were surprised but waking up without him was. You sat up abruptly when you couldn’t feel him beside you anymore, looking around the room till relaxing at the sight of him in front of the chimney.

The ache everywhere in your body didn’t matter, your feet tapped rapidly till your body only covered by his shirt hugged the back of his.

“I was scared you had left.” You mumbled against his skin.

He remained silent for a while. “You know we fucked up, right?” His voice was a big emotionless, you flinched a little but tightened your hold around him. “Doesn’t matter if I wanted it or you did.. fuck.”

He sighed, a hand going through his hair while your heart was clenching in fear of his words, not because of the risk but because he could distance himself from you. Tears were close to falling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry… Ayato, I’m sorry.” You could say the only thing that could repair things, that could have him stay.

“Apologies won’t do much, princess.”

You rounded him, getting in front of him, not letting his eyes move from yours, you looked up at him, his hand automatically moved to your cheek, he was comforting you when it should’ve been the other way around.

Millions of feelings were flashing through both of your eyes, consequences would come and it could be in a form of a tiny human being or harsh punishment or maybe luck would be on your side and nothing would happen.

He leaned in, kissing you once more. “You will be arranged to marry in no time. This stunt was avoidable for both of us but you couldn’t help yourself, so you’re dragging me down with you.” He continued to peck your lips, hands holding around your waist.

“Stay with me.” You whispered to him.

“Is that an order?” Your stomach dropped looking at empty eyes, feeling the disappointment and guilt pooling up, a one night stand or a forceful relationship wasn’t what you wanted.

Your arms fell from his body, walking away from him, you threw his shirt back, leaving you bare without any care of it, climbing back into your bed. You said a single word out loud. “Leave.”

He stood there, hair covering his face, sighing heavily as he retrieved his shirt. He contemplated but went to you, laying a kiss on the top of your head as you hid under the sheets.

He didn’t say anything, he would suppress his feelings, the adrenaline was gone, reality sunk back in and too many things were at stake, it wasn’t too late to just stop it before it could go even deeper.

The door opened and closed behind him, that was when you could let the little whimpers out, muffling the cries, now it was on you to explain the marks on your body to the maids, it was on you to look after your heart as it was crashed and broken for the man that just left after showing all his emotions all night and taking the innocence you were allowing him to take.

For the week you two were going to stay, there would not be your careless intimacy where you would simply parade half naked in your apartment, fucking wherever you pleased, didn't matter if it was the shower, the balcony, the bed or the kitchen counter, there would not be late night walks holding hands and kissing in public because nobody knew who you two were.

You hated it.

You wanted to see your shirtless boyfriend sleeping in your bed without any shame, have him wrap his arms around you when you cooked or have your arms wrap around his torso when he cooked, have your late movie nights, have your home life that you had built together.

Being guests in other people's home was maybe the worst part of it.

Since it was something like a gathering, you two were invited to stay in the Gojo clan grounds, and while it seemed ideal as Satoru already knew of you two, the elders that decided over Yuta's life were the main problem.

A bunch of grannies and grandpas that would run their mouths to every person with influence and put you in the worst position by twisting the truth however they wanted it. You had a reputation so it wasn't something you could allow.

The gathering started normally, there wasn't much fuss as people were still arriving.

You were wearing a kimono, clear colors for you balancing out the dark one that Yuta was wearing, maybe the choice was intentional... maybe not.

Your eyes met every few minutes. From where you were with Shoko, you could see him across the room catching up with his former classmates as members of their respective clans.

You weren't blind, you saw how there was a shared soft look between Maki and him, the sight made your heart clench a little, you remembered the exact reason you first met him was for her, to support her in exceeding her family's expectations.

They would definitely be a better match than you two, after all, they knew each other for years, they seemed to admire each other, be as comfortable and all without having to hide in a corner to simpply share a smile that would suggest a little more.

You turned away, resuming your conversation with your friend and trying to forget ever witnessing anything and pushing down the doubts that had just finally go away about him.

Fate wasn't on your side at all when important affairs were being discussed and brought out all the fears you had.

"-aren't arranged marriages a bit out of style, Naobito-san?" Gojo mocked him a little, but behind the sunglasses he was wearing his eyes briefly went to your figure as the old man spoke.

"They are not, Satoru. They are the perfect way to ensure a clan's strength and the stability of our society." He looked at him seriously, turning then to the man that had your heart. "I have two daughters, Okkotsu-"

You were not looking at either of them, your ears sliencing any form of noise and voice, internally you could only hear your own heartbeat.

"Naobito, we could continue this talk tomorrow, I need to have Yuta think about the situation thoroughly without making any haste decision, he's still a part of my clan, I have the responsibility." Gojo spoke up. Shutting down the converstion just for now.

"Y/N, a report on international affairs?" Gakuganji asked you, breaking you out of your trance.

You cleared your throat, putting on a small smile, straight posture with hands on your lap as you were taught to. "Well..."

When people started to retire to their residences late in the afternoon to late reunite for dinner, you took the chance to escape that suffocating environment even if it was just for an hour.

You couldn't imagine handling a few more days with all of them around, you wanted to go back and far away from them.

Turning your bag all around you found the small pack of cigarettes, taking the lighter in your other hand while your foot opened the door towards the patio just a little for air to flow.+

Humming and whining internally, the scent of smoke burned in you, while it also mixed with your pefume, inhaling them as your eyes closed, focusing on the simple action and forgetting every word that was about your lover and his possibility of marriage to another.

You knew it was going to happen sooner or later.

Your fault for losing yourself in this.

Your fault for investing your heart, your body and your soul.

Your fault for starting to make your love real.

The self-loathing session was cut short when you felt two arms wrap around your waist, a soft kiss placed on the top of your head while a body envolved you fully from behind, making you sit between a pair of legs that you were too familiar with.

"What are you thinking about so deeply?" He muttered against your skin, eyes looking down at the bare legs that showed off from your kimono.

Your fingers crushed the cigarette off, letting the wooden floor of the patio turn into a black circle. You sighed, your hands going over his, holding him close to you too. "What do you think." Your tone had a hint of mockery, it was impossible for him not to know what had gotten you so upset.

His arms tightened around you in a hard squeeze, making your breathing stop for a second while your body clashed with his. "Yuta." Maybe it was harsh how you talked but nothing could exactly mask your feelings at the moment.

"Those were just the old men speculating, I'm not going to do anything, Y/N, you know that." He was on the defensive.

"It's not really up to you to decide, that's why we have these gatherings in this society." Your jaw clenched, you didn't want to out your frustration on him, it wasn't his fault entirely after all.

Fingers forcefully grabbed your face, turning it around till his lips smacked against his, your body twisting but leaning against his.

He gripped tightly on your face till your lips opened, pushing his way in for a kiss that coulld be not described as anything but messy, sloppy and filthy. His tongue moving against yours, moans and heavy breaths filling the room.

His hands completely moved you around, you were sat on your knees and thighs, hands gripping on his kimono, pushing it down his shoulders and completely off him.

You moaned in his mouth, whimpered for him for more as the heat was pooling between your legs.

"Y-Yuta..." His hand cupped your nape roughly, pulling you even more into him.

"Ssshhh... I need to show you wh's the only one for me." HIs lips talked against yours in a raspy voice that had your thighs squeezing together more than anything. Oh... you taught him so well.

He stood up in front of you, holding you in your place. The layered fabrics on him fell flat on the floor, his body becoming exposed to you as it was for every night and day for the last month, his abs with a veil of sweat forming, his underwear retaining the bulge that only you could make on him.

"You know what to do.” His thumb gently stroked your bottom lip.

Your hands moved on their own, slipping down his boxers down to his feet, his erection sprung up, your throat going dry, your lips wrapping immediately around the pink tip of his cock.

"Mhmm... You're the only one who can make me like this. No one else." He moaned softly, brushing down your hair with his hand.

You moved your head all long his lenght, tongue licking all around the good points you only knew. Everything was gentle, till the hand on your head firmly stopped it and instead you felt his hips moving forward till his cock hit the back of your throat.

Your moans were loud as he starts to ram your mouth, he wouldn’t stay silent either, he pat his groans and moans float in the room, keeping his pace deep and fast, your fingers were digging in his flesh, find him to ground yourself form the dizziness you were feeling.

Your tongue moved around as it could, pleasing him however you could as tears started to roll down your cheeks. He wiped them away, slowing his hips, letting you lick around his length just like he loved.

He pulled out of your mouth with a hiss from to warmth of your mouth to the cold room, he leaned down, still holding your face in his hands as his lips clashed against yours, tongues moving against one another, he was savoring himself making you more aroused. From your first time together he had never forgotten about it. He didn’t like to finish in your mouth but to damage it was enough.

The kiss was rough and passionate. You were losing yourself in it, as if the worries and jealousy over the initial quarrel never existed.

Pulling away from you, he pushed you down to your back, spreading your legs for him to situate himself. He let your clothes fall by your sides, eyes burning into your figure, his cock was still wet with your saliva, the tip of it slapping on your swollen clit while your opening clenched around the air pleading silently for him to be inside you. He smirked at it.

He felt proud to be the man in this position, you taught him how to please you perfectly, he was the only one that he felt like knew really every part of your body and how to arouse it.

Seeing you wincing at the light slap had him twitch in his own hands. "Please, Yuta-!"

He thrusted in you at once, he sighed in pleasure stilling deep till his tip touched your womb, a grin remained on his face, his hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling your lips into his, skin smacking into one another loudly.

Your moans mixed together as he picked up his pace, going faster but keeping it deep in you and hard.

He leaned down, chest to yours, pressing against your breasts, your arms around his back as his lips met yours in a gentle kiss that completely felt the opposite to what your bodies were doing to one another.

Walls tightening around his shaft, you were both close to your first orgasm, moans drowing in the hungry kiss till both of you clung onto each other, skin deep with your nails as you let out cries and groans as you rode your climaxes together.

His hips spasmed into yours as he came, filling you of his cum, completely erasing the doubts you had in you.

Breathing heavily, forehead to forehead, you felt your bodies with a slight veil of sticky sweat, but that was the intimacy of it all, your lips pecked his with a smile that made his heart melt, he leaned down to resume what you had started once again.

As the makeout got heavier, your pussy that was becoming wetter from another wave of arousal and his cock hardening once again in you.

Giggles erupted from you two. "You see, I only have eyes for one woman. And only woman can make me like- this." He said with a thrust followed by your moan and his lips attacking your neck. "I only want you, doesn't matter what I have to do, if I have to fuck a baby into you or something to reassure you that I only want you."

He thrusted as ruthlessly as before but had to stop, his sensitivity was still there. "From behind..." You murmured between the tiredness and the excitement.

There weren't many instances of doggy between you two but when it was, it felt pretty out of control .

"Please." You meowled out, his hands led your body into position, hands and knees down on the ground, back arched beautifully as your hips wriggled to welcome him, looking at the cum from the previous round almost coming out.

He pushed back into you, his fingers digging hard onto the flesh of your waist and hips, the smacking of skin was louder than before and you both were not shy of your sounds either but you still try to muffle into your arm in vain.

It was then that as you looked back at him, you realized that the window door was left a bit open, much that there was a figure in the distance looking right back at you. A maid perhaps? You hoped she wasn't looking at you but somewhere in the vicinity.

Yuta noticed your distraction at how your pussy felt tightening around him, he groaned at that, looking where you were looking and meeting the eyes of a lady, who that was? He didn't know, but it was more of a reason he wouldn't stop.

He pounded harder and faster, letting your moans spilled out, you could see the cheeks of the young woman and her eyes looking away in shame. Your grip at the clothes on the ground had your knuckles turning white.

It was coming again, your back arched more, your hips started to pound back to his to orgasm faster, he let you do, till his gritted teeth felt your juices all around him once again, you became still, he fucked you through your high then and came right after.

What had happened hit you only when your vision became clear once again. Your eyes widening, looking out at the woman that had now disappeared while he just shushed you down, you couldn't help but follow his lead for once, you could care less, you wanted him despite the circumstances.

Pulling out, he slipped your panties in place immediately. "Don't spill anything." He said, and you were close to ask him if it was his way to arouse you more or not. But as he then laid beside you, kimono covering his lower body.

"You know staying here is risky." You told him, tracing the line of his jawline, while your head laid on his chest.

"Mhm... I'm staying in the room as the same partner I've been with for the last month, nothing particularly strange to me. We're just organizing the things we have to do overseas." He looked at you with the same soft smile as always, the one that had you wrapped around his finger.

You smiled sillily back at him. "And what are these things?"

"A new headboard for now, maybe we should consider getting a dog though. Practice." He winked, bursting out laughing, you hugged him tight, pecking him all over his face.

Sitting around all these people once again was exhausting, this time Yuta was beside you, talking with everyone about your stories from the other side of the world. All while your pussy was dripping down small drops of his cum into your panties.

He looked so innocent, laughing freely and sweetly as if he wasn't the same man that was the cause of your current condition of mixed soreness and exhaustion.

His face even blushed at mere compliments from others, but nobody could see the hand situated on your thigh. It was when he snapped you out of your daydream with a squeeze that you noticed that same maid being the one serving the food.

She couldn't look at you two in the eyes, your sweetness wasn't ignored, she met your gaze, she was young, probably just started working here, she nodded, blushing when noticing the man's arms on your bare flesh.

But as everything happened, there was still a distance between you two. He was a busy captain that most of the time had to spend his time with his own lieutenant or doing paperwork rather than socialize with others. He had always been like that, when Isshin Shiba was Captain, Toshiro was still the workaholic he is at current times.

Your only way to be close to him as you were in the past was by being something like his personal assistant, bringing him everything he could crave in the midst of his day behind the desk. And then spark some conversation to make him relax a little.

Today was supposed to be no different than the others. But for once as you passed the hallways of the barracks with the tray in your hands and opened the door to his office, he wasn’t there.

It wouldn’t have been strange if only he had notified you and your partner, the third seat. A bit of anxiousness knotted in your throat as the only other times this happened was when the war was coming or any huge battle was being declared.

“Y/N?” The voice that calmed your soul echoed through the room, after a sigh you could see from the little space in the paper walls that he was on the patio outside.

A small smile appeared on your lips. “Toshiro.” You called him back, taking the tray back in your hands from the desk and handing towards him outside.

You didn’t miss the tsk at the sound of his name and you didn’t for sure miss the same grumble about calling him captain.

“Toshiro, you had me scared I thought you had gone to an emergency or something bad was happening.” You poured the hot tea in his mug. “But you were just out here.”

“Thank you.” He took his mug in his hands, blowing over it a little. “I just needed some fresh air, I was sat on that chair since yesterday night as I had to look over some reports and write my own. I needed a few minutes for a break.” He sighed.

He looked as tired as one could be, it pained your heart to only be able to witness and not doing much for him effectively. “Uhm… Do you want me to go? So I can give you space to rest?”

“No, no, it’s fine, stay here.” He put his hand on your forearm putting you back in place beside him. “We haven’t had much of a moment for some time, things were a bit easier when Isshin was captain.”

“No, they weren’t.” He chuckled at your bluntness. “You were still covering for the majority of his work.”

Silence settled, the two of you looked at the green, the flora and fauna of the garden, the chirping all around was soothing and a reflect of your current need of peace. Your body slumped, relaxing way too much, till the side of your head gently rested on his shoulder.

His body stiffened for a few seconds, relaxing knowing it is you.

You who stayed beside him for all of this time, you who could understand him, you who tried every day to make him smile with the few words you could exchange.

He didn’t know when exactly you two distanced yourself this much, that your touch could have him feeling nervous, you used to do it a lot before and he was fine with it.

Maybe he was so focused on work that he lost sight of his surroundings, lost sense to his own feelings. He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of your perfume, his hand moving to find yours with his heart thumping against his rib cage and breath hitching when your finger entertained with his.

“Toshiro?” He hummed at you. “Can we do this more often?”

Your head turned as you asked the question, your face so close to his, looking and admiring his profile.

You both were wondering if the other could hear the loud beating of your hearts, if the heat one felt the other could too at such a distance.

His throat went dry as he hummed and nodded not trusting his own voice to be as secure and stoic as it is usually.

He turned towards you, blue eyes observing you back, half lidded, going back and forth between your eyes and your lips, plump and soft, that he wanted to try and savor.

You wondered who was the first that leaned in but your lips were on one another’s seconds later. It was soft and hesitant, there was no pressure at all, a lasting peck that had your eyes closed as the only thing that gripped were your hands.

Pulling away slightly, your eyes met, an evident blush on his face as he felt out of place and embarrassed on what to do next. Your smile calmed him as now you were the one that went in for another kiss, one that was more than the previous.

Your lips were moving slowly, picking up the pace by the second, tilting your head to the side for a deeper kiss, a low moan escaping your mouth as his hand went up to your waist while the other slipped from your hand and went up to the side of your face.

His thumb caressed your skin, the smacking of your lips wet from each other drowned in the outside noise. Your were praying and hoping for no one to come out of the shadows at this moment with everything escalating so fast.

He was sat up straight, pulling you to him, you seemed as if you were on your knees in front of him, your hands planted on the wooden floor were the only thing keeping you up.

Pulling away for some air, your breathing were heavy, your body disheveled in front of him, he only craved more. “Fuck-“

He smashed his lips against yours once more, this time you were both not shy to sounds you were making, he took the chance when a moan had your mouth open just enough to insert his tongue.

His grip on you was rougher, trying to feel more, you were a bit hesitant to respond to him, eventually you tried following his lead, tongue to tongue, his saliva mixing with yours messily. The heat in you pooled more and more, till your thighs were visibly squeezing to relieve the sensation, your hand went up to his captain robe, holding it as if your life depended on it.

His nails dug into your skin, at the moment he wasn’t the respectable captain and you weren’t the good tamed fourth seat that everyone could deem innocent, you were two friends that had fallen into the temptation after so long, two people whose only thought in mind was to strip off the robes you were wearing.

Feel the bare skin onto the other, unite into one and make love to suppress the current carnal desire that was taking over. You didn’t even care of your public position, how anyone passing by could see you.

The moans and groans were shamelessly loud, and as his hand fell onto your neck he fought the urge to slip his hand under it and taking it off. He whined a little, pulling away from you, pecking your smile face as he just hugged you close to him to keep it under control. Your arms wrapped around his waist as your half laid body leaned against his.

Your ear to his chest, let you hear his irregular heartbeat. “This is a superior-employee like relationship, it’s inappropriate in the same squad.” He muttered, reciting some rule he doesn’t even know if it exists.

“But I still want to try… to be with you… let’s try, please.” He could hear the slight pleading in your tone and even if you hid it there was probably some pain crossing your features, he couldn’t handle that.

He wouldn’t even deny this if he tried, not after what you two already started, he simply wanted more, here and once you two were home.

And waited.

Three days had passed.

You were still giving him the cold shoulder. It wasn't even that you were being petty about it, you acted as if he wasn't there, carry on like usual with no taunting.

Maybe like this, he would finally get what was the importance of words.

When he came on the fourth day, he was more than fed up with you. You were in the living room, all the lights were off again, you were just sipping on a hot tea as the tv kept going, ignoring his presence.

He made sure to make a loud noise when dropping the duffel bag onto the floor, that didn't faze you. He stood behind you, that didn't faze you either. His hand flew to his hips in annoyance. He sighed, walking right in front of you, blocking your view of the tv.

For the first time in days, you finally made eye contact with him, it was a little something even if he received a sharp glare.

"Get out of the way, Meguru."

He didn't reply, he didn't move, something that was getting on your nerves. Taking the remote control in hand you made sure to pause the show, not wanting to miss anything because of him. "You won't get out of the way, will you?"

The moment you saw his lip slightly twitch upwards at his question, you got up putting your tea on the wood coffee table, you got up to walk away, it was sure that you wouldn't have peace now.

The plan was to go to the bedroom alone, you knew he wanted to have dinner and a shower, that was his routine when he got home. Well, the plan didn't go accordingly, a moment you were stomping away and the next you were thrown on his shoulder. "Meguru, I'm not playing around, put me down, I'm still mad!"

Your words were ignored as much as his were to you before.

There was just the feeling of the mattress after, your back on the soft sheets that felt like clouds, he put himself between your legs, pinning your arms next to your head.

He was looking at you with a mischievous smile. You wouldn't deny and say you didn't miss the intimacy, but there was the embarrassment that showed up in your head as his words kept repeating. "Now you have to listen to me." He said, shaking you slightly.

"I am sorry." He paused, for you to take in the apology. "I truly am, I'm sorry for what my loud mouth sad, I was drunk out of my ass for talking like that and embarrassing you. I won't do that ever again, I will watch my intake and everything, just fucking talk to me and forgive me." He said with rather visible desperation and frustration.

"Fine." You spit back at him. "But we'll do it my way."

His face lit up at your words, grinning in happiness. "Get off. Take off your clothes." You walked to the bathroom, taking the belt of your robe with you back to the bedroom. His smile faltered at what you had in hand. "Y/n, what-"

"Do you want me to forgive you or not?" You asked him. "Lay down, let me do something." He followed your orders. "Good boy." You muttered and Meguru couldn't lie and found a thrill in it.

His hands were soon tied up above his head and into the headboard, he was bare and vulnerable and so were you.

His cock was up and awake as you straddled his hips, sitting right on top of it, feeling the throbbing and warmth between your thighs. "You want me, don't you?" He nodded, his frustration was palpable, he was already struggling to free himself from the rope.

You followed his wish, sinking down onto his cock, you felt the stretching feeling and the slight burn you loved so much, you moaned at the feeling of being so full of him after these many days, your clenching hole sending shivers to him, he was eager for you, to please you and please himself.

But something was off after a few seconds when he knew you should've gotten accustomed to him, you were not moving.

Your hips pressed down so he didn’t have the option to fuck you by thrusting up. You were the one pinning him down, you for once were not the submissive and sensitive one. As your finger traced all his chest, his breath got heavier, you could feel him twitch in you.

“You look so pretty like this.” Your voice was as soft as he had remembered, sweet like honey and a little rough and seductive. He shifted a little, trying to find some friction to relieve the throbbing pain. “Mhm, mhm… no, no, it’s not time to move yet. You said you’d listen to me.”

“Fuck…” He whimpered.

Seconds passed. So did minutes and you still wouldn’t budge.

You just complimented him just like he did with you, his flushed face, the red and pink of his cheeks, the lust filled gaze, the slight shaking of his body, the slight shining veil of sweat on his body as he lost control, everything was erotic about him right at this moment. “My pretty man, only mine.”

Your lips were biting down his ear lobe, whispering and humming. Skin to skin, you felt the heat of his body and it engulfed you like home.

“Only yours, y/n, please. Start moving please.” Looking at him from the top, you noticed the glossy look in his eyes, tears were starting to fill at the frustration, tears that he couldn’t contain when he felt your slutty hole clamp around him. “Fuck! Please! I’m sorry!” He cried to you.

“How are you so handsome even when you cry?” You asked finally pecking his lips, letting the tears stain his face. You kissed him again, each time gradually longer than the previous. “There was no reason to reach this point. But you let it.”

Your hips lifted and soon drop down on him, and you were sure from the way he felt inside that he was going to cum already. “Meguru, wait till I cum too.” He gritted his teeth, clenched his jaw at the command.

“I can’t-“

“You have or I’m going to stop right now.” You said as the slow pace kept going, making sure you felt every inch of him and him every inch of you. He whimpered at your words, his feet were planted on the bed, trying to control his legs and focus on them instead of the perfect tightness of you.

“Let me touch you at least, I promise I won’t do anything else.” He begged as another tear rolled his eye. You couldn’t deny your energetic little sunshine. Your sweet boy. So you did, letting the rope fall somewhere, he was fast and rough with his movements, he went to grab your thighs immediately.

You groaned at the pain of his fingers and nails digging deep into your flesh, from your thighs, moving to your waist. Behind remained little but numerous pink and red marks that will later become purple.

That felt a bit enough for him, focusing now on the rest of you instead of him.

You kept going up and down his length, starting to pick up the pace when you felt your orgasm approach, the slapping of your ass on his skin echoed in the room at the hard thrusts that was leaving more red behind.

Your hands dug onto his chest below you. “Fuck, Guru, I’m going to cum-“ You told him, his contorted face told you the same thing. “Y/n, y/n!”

Unconsciously you both kept thrusting one another ignoring the sensitivity, his cock filling you of his cum while yours dispersed on him.

Breathing hard and heavy, the hold you two had on each other loosened, your body fell forward on him, as his arms wrapped around you.

It was a quick round that felt like ages for him but that was more than satisfactory.

“Y/n, I really am sorry.” He whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “Im sorry I cannot take everything I said back, it wasn’t from a malicious standpoint either, I’m proud of you being my partner, so I wouldn’t hide it but it was rather crass then. It’s my fault.” He said with an unusual sad and serious voice.

You sighed. “I know, it was the alcohol but it was still embarrassing.”

“I know.”

“Would you want them to know about tonight? How you cried and begged like I do? No, it’s not something to say out loud, it’s for us only to know.”

“I actually kind of like the way tonight went, minus the anger on your side.” He backed down as he met your glare. “N-no, I wouldn’t them to know.”

“Exactly. Don’t do that again, I also don’t like when you drink.” You muttered into his skin.

He kissed your head once again. “I promise. Am I forgiven.”

The prodigy child, the cursed child that Satoru had been pestering you about meeting, was not that much of a child anymore. When he introduced you two to one another you could appreciate the sweet eyes up close, his rosy lips and the warmth that he emanated with his entire persona despit the gloomy appearance.

You had initially brushed off the butterflies you had in your stomach when meeting the 18 year-old young man. It must have been the fact that you had not have male contact in a while for work and he was the first new man on sight that was in your parametres of attraction.

That feeling should have dissipated, disappeared and faded with time.

But the complete opposite happened.

Not long after the graduation, Yaga had assigned him under Gojo but as he had too much on his hands with the new young sorcerers and his own clan duties, he decided and notified that he would have passed him to you.

He had told you anyway that he was reliable and responsible, as a special grade he had the same if not more power and abilities than you so that would be ideal as none of you would slow the other down.

You started to pair up together, even in missions where you weren't supposed to have a partner and beside one or two you weren't supposed to. You simply enjoyed each other's company, you talked for hours and hours, he told you about his past, why he decided to follow Gojo and what were his plans for the future, and you did the same, telling him of your past, on your decision to become a sorcerer and your current non existent plans for the future.

You giggled like a high school girl that had a crush with him, often leaning and resting your head on his shoulder, his friendly hugs when a mission was done, whether it was a side-hug, a hug from behind with him inhaling your scent, and you feeling his warmth, his snuggling into your neck, whatever type of physical touch left you wanting more every time.

He had a way with his words that left you speechless more often than you'd like to admit. With compliments and deep talks, making you blush whenever and stay up all night to talk about something even trivial.

Being able to talk about him with everything and only finding understanding was amazing.

His genuine and honest way to say sweet things, talk about feelings, emotions and love was breathtaking for you. How he passed time telling you how love was the purest thing of all and how he'd treat his lover left you imagining how he would be if that lover was you.

Maybe the first line you both crossed was being in his room so late at night. Out of work hours you two shouldn't be together, you two shouldn't have much to talk about...

still you ended up sitting at the end of his bed, wearing his t-shirt to get out of your uniform, head against the wall with the window door open, your legs were across his lap with his hands caressing them up and down, you turned every puff you took of the cigarette in your hand.

As much as he said he was okay with smoke, you didn't want his room to smell of it and he endured it.

It was peaceful, midnight had passed and tomorrow would have been your day off, for both of you, maybe that's why you accepted his invitation here. That's why you let your guard down.

"The probability to send us both overseas is very slim, Okkotsu. They need at least one of us here." You laughed along, his proposals were definitely a bit dreamy.

"They got Gojo sensei here and all the students, believe me once we tell 'em that they could earn more by sending special grades overseas, they won't let you have time to pack." He said, patting your leg, you puffed out some smoke.

Taking in the smoke. "I'll trust you on your word." Puffing it out.

You looked outside for a few more seconds looking at the grey smoke disappearing into thin air. When you met eyes with him again, he was staring at you, so softly as if admiring your features. Your lips curving up in a bit of embarrassment and his following your lead.

He extended his fingers, your eyebrows furrowing before widening and shaking your head in refusal. "Oh come on, it will be fine."

You snorted at his puppy pleasing face, looking down at the cigarette in your fingers, patting on the top and letting the ash fall down before handing it to him with a sigh. "Don't inhale too much. Make sure to not let it out of the nose, that will burn a lot. It's okay if you cough, only normal."

Your fingers went through a few strands of his black hair, watching him as his face contorted at the inhaled bitter taste, patting your legs. Pulling away with a scrunched up face when he puffed out the smoke, you giggled as he pushed the cigarette back to you. "You did good for the first and last time."

Your lips touched the orange colored filter, taking one last inhale of the smoke before throwing it away out of the window. "How do you get used to it?" His hoarse voice was doing things to you, much that you didn't notice your hand on his chest.

"When you have more to think about than the taste, it's easier the first times. After that you get used to it." Your voice was soft and low, your mind had picked up a few memories from when you had started smoking, not a lot of pride for a 14 year-old.

You sighed after looking at him, closing your eyes, conflicted in the heat that was filling your entire body. You pushed your knees up close to your chest, hiding in them with a groan and he only kept smiling so cutely. "What's wrong?"

You peeked up at him, he leaned closer and closer, his finger gently pushing your hair out of the way. "Fuck..." You tried to stand up only for your wrist to get grabbed and pulled down, his hand cupping your face as your lips clashed and moved with one another.

The smacking echoed, his other hand guiding your waist down, sitting on his lap as the kiss continued with his tongue entering your mouth and moving with yours.

There was something about the messiness of the kiss, the shuddering, the tight grip and pulling... you knew what it was when you managed to moan. "O-kkotsu... wait." He kept kissing you down your neck.

"I'm sure, don't worry about it." He pulled away, those lust and love filled eyes were nothing more than a drug for you to keep going. "I will just- he kissed the palm of your hand- need some guidance, please."

Your lips found his again, fingers brushing through his hair roughly, gripping at roots to move him just the way the kiss could be better, his hands pulling you down against the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

Your hips started to willingly grind on him, his mouth faltering, whimpering and moaning at the action. Rolling up and down his lap, feeling his erection get bigger and bigger, till a hiss escaped his lips, the thightness had been too much. You felt the slight pain of his nails digging into your skin through the t-shirt, his flushed face was perfect along with his half lidded eyes.

At the sight you felt an urge in you, your legs trying to close back together to relieve the amount of lust you were pouring out.

His hands fell from your back and onto grabbing your ass, cupping it perfectly and moving your body as he wished. He pressed you down even more where your clit and folds fully slid against his cock through your clothes. "Ah... Y-Yuta..." His name was sweet honey to his ears, making him only pull you more into him, sending him over the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-!" You muffled his moans and grunts as he came by kissing him. He held you tight in an embrace, his legs shaking a bit and you tried to push off the fact that you could feel his cum and your juices mixing together.

This had to be a one time thing, a spur of the moment thing.

But the fact you didn't cum was making it hard, you wanted to continue, it felt far from finishing, you wanted to feel him in you and have those lips on your body.

It could be a one night thing though, the night was still young for you two.

When his hold loosened around you, there was a look you both found in your eyes, silenced by the lips meeting once again. "Yuta, tonight I will teach you how to please a woman, how to please me... is that okay for tonight?"

"Please do." He was breathing heavily against your lips, your voices reduced to mere whispers. Only you should be allowed to see that look, you should but you probably wouldn't. You will take the most out of tonight.

You pulled away from him, guiding him to sit at the edge of the bed while you kneeled in front of him and between his legs. Seeing the patch of soaking cum on his pants was enough to make your pussy feel in complete heat. Your hand palmed it, feeling it hardening again underneath, the pants and boxers slipped off, meeting your prize.

He whimpered at your tight hold on him, feeling between a thousand emotions, as his hands gripped on the sheets beneath him.

You moaned as your hand started to stroke him slowly, your thumb playing with the tip, spreading around the precum as it fully hardened. He was of an impressive size, he had girth and a slight curve that would be amazing later on, he wasn't trimmed though, his hair matched black and thick.

A nervous chill passed through him as he waited for more, your inspection of him made him ask questions, was he too small? Was he too veiny? Was it because of the hair? He had not known that this would be the day he'd finally have you, there was no reason for him to do so, now he felt-

"Fuck-" He said as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him fully, your tongue playing with the tip, swirling around to taste him, purposefully tracing along the veins around his shaft while one hand stroke the parts you couldn't reach with your mouth.

Everything felt so right, your moans vibrated around him, you could feel the tensing of his legs and you saw the hold he had on the sheets, fighting the urge to fully push you down onto him, feel the back of your throat and see you choke on his cock, that was his recurrent fantasy, the one he jerked off to alone.

You continued to bob your head up and down, your hand abandoning his thigh to find his and guide it behind your head. "Not too harsh, gentle but rough." How could both coexist?

"How is this pleasing you?" He asked in heavy breaths, flushed and embarrassed. A grin taking over your face.

"This is very pleasing to me, seeing you like this, how I make you feel... never hide it from me, I want to hear you." Taking him back in your mouth, you also felt the slight burn of the pulling on your hair.

He moaned freely, calling your name a few times. pulling on your hair more, rubbing your scalp as well, he guided your mouth as if it was nothing but his cumdump, you moaned with him at the thought. The usual timid and sweet Yuta turning into this feral version that was guided by his lust.

He stood up, thrusting his hips into you rather than guiding your mouth, he fucked your mouth, pushing till he could feel the back of your throat, that sent him on edge but he was trying to keep himself straight. Your fingers were digging into his legs, opening your mouth wide and swirling your tongue as best as you could.

You wanted the warm seed, drink it down, feeling the taste of him.

But that wish was up when he pulled back from you, still hard and throbbing, leaning down to kiss the lips that tasted of him.

The kiss was probably the most erotic thing you've had experienced with someone.

The need, the hold around your neck, the full exchange made your thighs clench together, you felt empty as ever. "Can I fuck you?" A short question that had butterflies in your stomach as if it was the most romantic request.

The rest of your clothes went abandoned, thrown towards the door, over his desk and his katana. To his request you stayed down while he went on top, kissing one another while his cock laid on top of your stomach. "You're so perfect, so fucking beautiful..." He muttered against your lips, his hips grinding against yours.

His hand slipped down, passing your stomach, brushing against your throbbing clit, rubbing in between you wet folds till his fingers entered your soaking hole. "That's it, Yuta." Your hand went down to his. "Curl them, just like before, find th- ah!" You stopped as the tips of his fingers had hit right into your spot, a mischievous smile on his face. "Keep going, fuck-" Your fingers went to your clit wanting your orgasm to reach faster whiler your lips locked with his.

He pushed your hand away, pulling from the kiss and leaning down to your pussy as his fingers kept going. He planted a kiss right where your clit was, your teeth greeting in self-control. "I've had so many dreams about this moment." He licked from your entrance up to your clit, your hips trying to grind against his face. "I want you cum in my mouth, ho-"

"Keep fingering me, faster and deeper... like that... lick and suck right here." Two of your fingers parted your pussy, guiding him right above your clit, it was not a bad beginning. "Faster, Yuta, more tongue." But with a bit of advice, he learned fast. He planted you back down as you moved through the stimulation.

"A bit more, babe, I'm right there." You encouraged him filling his tongue faltering a bit as if tired. Your moans and your words made him continue even better, faster and pressuring more. "Shit, I'm going to cum, Yuta-!" He moaned on you sending you over the edge, his fingers felt the clenching around of your walls, he couldn't wait for his cock to feel that as well.

The flow of juice coming down was retained in his fingers as he made you ride all your high to the point where you had to push his head away, when he was sure the orgasm was done he went down swallowing every part of you.

He sat back up, licking the fingers up and down. His cock slapped against your clit, making you jump a little, he was still flushed, looking for you to say something. "Good job, babe, not all men can make a woman cum, but you did on your first try with some instructions." A kiss sealed your words, hunger on his side, satisfaction on yours.

"I want more, y/n." He muttered with a raspy voice. "I want to feel you around me." You leaned back down together.

"You have a condom?" His face broke a little at the question, he didn't and he didn't want it to be the reason to stop now. "Mhmm... that's no good, you should always have condoms when doing this."

You caressed his cheek, brushed through his hair, smiling at his sad look. "But since it's with me, we could do bareback." Your suggestion made his face lit up, you felt his cock twitch a little against you. "Only this time, only with me, okay?"

He nodded, leaning down to kiss you one time before taking himself in his hand and slap the pulsing head against your folds. A wet smack echoing in the room, he trembled a bit. "Take your time, Yuta." You whispered to him in comfort.

Lubricating himself a bit more he started to push in, his fingers dug into your flesh to keep himself from cumming right away at the tightness and warmth. When he filled you fully, he took a few seconds of break, stilling, feeling the walls clamp around him.

Ecstasy shot through him at the situation.

You were with him, he was having sex with you, every and all fantasies he had were becoming true, they were better than he imagined at all. He was even doing it raw, he could get you pregnant if he was lucky, that way you'd be bound to him for your life. He wanted to do that, he wanted you for a long time now.

He started to thrust, grunting at first, he picked up his pace, fast and deep, letting his hunger guide him till your fleshes were smacking together in a way that echoed through the room and accompanied the loud moans that escaped your mouth.

He was splitting you apart, his thrusts growing uncontrolled, as the bed moved with you, the creaking and the hitting of the headboard to the wall were obscene. But at the over sensitivity you felt from the earlier orgasm you didn't care, you just wanted him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Yuta, I'm close again, I'm close." You told him in desperation, he leaned down, your legs wrapping around his waist, his lips falling on yours as he held on the headboard to push as deep as he could.

"I'm going to cum." He breathed heavily. "Fuck- I'm going to cum in you." He ravished your collarbone and neck, while a hand on your part went to your clit, rubbing till you orgasmed, screaming his name, clamping down on him as he fucked you through your high.

A few seconds later after you he filled your womb with thick ropes of cum, both of you covered in a light veil of sweat, his room smelling like sex, and for Yuta... he couldn't have ever imagined to have a first time as perfect as this.

"Y/n, this was perfect, thank you." He leaned down kissing you all over and you couldn't help but smile. Holding him close to you for the rest of the night, reminding yourself this couldn't be more outside of this one time, it was wrong and even if he had initiated there was a power imbalance.

So you held him, as both of you fell asleep hugging each other.

Maybe you two weren't on the same page after all.

You had left his bed and room in the middle of dawn, to not be caught by the servants of his dorm nor by anyone else that could be up at early in the morning.

Nothing happened much when you two met each other again in front of Yaga for another mission , nothing happened during the mission as well, nothing happened when you were walking back, there was the normal conversation you were used to have, but it was as if last night had not happened at all.

You didn't know whether to feel relieved or hurt by it.

But as you returned to your dorm, not so alone, your clothes were scattered on the floor, your lips locked with his as he rutted back into you.

Your resolve was gone.

A couple of weeks passed by sneaking around, whenever you could the both of you would just pass that time onto each other, whether it was fucking or just passing time together, everything was far more intimate and comfortable.

He had the habit of tracing your curves or cupping your breasts, he had grown confident to barely wear clothes around you as well.

He had also gone beyond the things you taught him, he took the lead right after the second time, he had you beg underneath him but he still searched for your approval in everything he did, you couldn't help it, he was just so good for you.

But you wondered if it was simple infatuation or something that could blossom into a relationship... those questions came to a halt when it was informed to you that you were now authorized in overseas sorcerer's affairs, meaning what you and Yuta had discussed had just become true.

"You know, the moment they'll get to know about you, they'll want your head." Satoru commented as he walked next to you to the fence. It was true, Yuta was part of a clan, he was special so whatever association was to be decided by others not him, certainly not you as his former teacher, it was proably suggested someone of the Zen'in or Gojo or Kamo clan to strenghten the bloodline, not you. You were becoming an incovenience and if you didn't back off like always the elders would take matters into their hands.

"You think I don't know?" Smoke escaped from your lips, rolling your eyes at him. "He told me he did that request before we ever got involved that way."

"Do you believe him?"

"I do. " You said truthfully. "And you know, I will blame you for all of it, he wasn't supposed to be under my wing, I did it to do you a favor." You muttered, the smoke making you find some comfort outside of Yuta's arms.

"Ehhh... that's true. Never could have imagined my distant relative wanted to stuck his little dick into you."

"He's not little." He snorted, it was supposed to be a silent thought, you whined at his laughing. "Shut up. Just tell me what you wanted to say, I need to pack my things."

He sighed, hands in his pockets. "I mean, the kid is young, things can change just don't be hard on him, I'll try to cover up everything from here but I can't do more than that." He said seriously and you nodded in understanding. "And also when you come back for the holidays don't bring any mini-Yuta or mini-you." He just put his hands up at your glare. "I'm saying, if that's your dirty talk, it won't take long to come into fruition."

He was right to some extent, there wasn't a single time where Yuta had worn a condom nor indication that any of you two wanted him to, he came at least once in you every night with words that left little to nothing to the imagination, it was more of a breeding kink you both had and the fact you both looked to a future together that turned you on during sex.

"Goodbye, Satoru." You said flicking him off, throwing the cigarette away.