♕ 𝒩𝓎𝓍 ♕

It was almost finals week on campus, and the university library was packed with stressed students. Y/N had taken over a prime study spot in the back — a quiet corner with large windows — and despite her best intentions to focus, she was overwhelmed. 

She sighed, her pen tapping impatiently against her notebook as she stared at the dense biochemistry textbook open before her. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, glasses sliding down her nose, and she bit her lip in concentration. She stretched her legs out under the table, arching her back subtly in an attempt to relieve tension.

She adjusted her glasses and massaged her temples, fatigue evident in her posture. As she leaned back, letting out a quiet groan of relief from the satisfying stretch, she did not notice the tall figure watching from the next table over — Satoru, his textbook forgotten in front of him as he surreptitiously glanced over the top of his book.

Satoru adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, trying to concentrate on the complex equations in front of him, but his gaze kept drifting to Y/N. He admired how her glasses slide down her nose when she leaned forward, the way her lips pursed in concentration, and the cute way her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

He suddenly realised he had been staring and quickly looked back at his book, heart racing. He saw Y/N uncross her legs and stretch them out further under the table, her back arching more pronouncedly. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the growing heat in his lower stomach. 

She was the prettiest woman he had ever had the privilege of laying his eyes on. He had never been with someone like her, or with no one at all, frankly speaking. He knew she was out of his league, she was confident, beautiful, and incredibly smart, and God — that smile. She had that quite of smile that melted hearts, or at least his. Still, knowing he probably did not deserve her did not mean he had stopped wanting her. How could he? It was a known fact that something unreachable is always the most desirable.

Finally, she groaned in frustration, slamming her textbook shut.

“Ugh, I can’t do this anymore.”

She did not notice Satoru’s head snapping toward the sound of her voice — or how intently he watched her rub her eyes in exhaustion. He shifted in his seat, debating whether to do something — anything.

After a moment of hesitation, Satoru stood up, his tall frame unfolding gracefully from the chair. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and walked over to Y/N’s table, stopping beside her. His shadow fell over her as he spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

“Hey…” He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. “You okay?”

His eyes flickered over her tired expression, taking in the way she was slumped forward slightly. He wanted to reach out and touch her shoulder but kept his hands clenched at his sides instead.

Y/N looked up, startled. Her breath caught slightly as she took in his imposing figure — broad shoulders, sharp jaw, those glasses making him look unfairly intelligent and attractive. She adjusted her own glasses, cheeks warming.

“Yes, just… biochem finals are kicking my ass,” she admitted, voice tired but soft. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know— I mean, we’re in the same mathematics class, s-so… I’m Satoru,” he stuttered, his nervousness through the roof because it was his first time approaching her and he felt like his knees were about to give out. He could not help but watch her, admire her — how her beauty was accentuated by the soft, warm lightening of the library. He noted the way her shirt’s top two buttons were undone, revealing the hint of her cleavage, and his face flushed so much he felt lightheaded. 

Of course, he did not adore her for her body, though she was exquisite in a way nothing else would ever surpass, and he could not help but be guiltily attracted to her in a carnal way. If he did not have any experience with anyone, he still knew how his own body worked.

“You… um… look like you could use a break,” he blurted out, his ears feeling warmer and blood pumping in his temples. He could not believe he had just said that out loud — to the gorgeous, intelligent woman he had been silently crushing on for months. He quickly looked down at his feet, avoiding eye contact as he waited for her response.

Y/N chuckled, the sound low and melodic, making Satoru’s heart stutter and then hammer against his ribs. She pushed her glasses up her nose, studying him with amused curiosity.

“Yeah, no kidding. I think my brain might actually liquefy if I read another paragraph about metabolic pathways,” she admitted, leaning back and stretching her arms above her head.

The movement made her skirt pull tight across her chest, and Satoru’s eyes dropped to where the fabric strained, before going wide and flying up to the ceiling. He cleared his throat again, trying to sound normal.

“Wanna.. grab some coffee? There’s a vending machine just outside.”

Smooth, Satoru.

Y/N smiled, a genuine, warm expression that made his stomach flip. “That sounds amazing, actually. I’m dying for some caffeine.” She gathered her things, sliding her notebook and textbook into her bag. When she stood up, she was closer to him than he had expected — close enough that he could smell her subtle perfume, something floral and sweet that made his head spin.

They walked side by side to the coffee machine, and Satoru found himself hyper-aware of every little thing — how her hip occasionally brushed against his, the sound of her laughter when he made a fool of himself stuttering while trying to speak to her, the way she drummed her fingers impatiently against her arm, waiting while the machine spat out her coffee slowly.

They wandered outside, sitting on a bench under a tree. The late afternoon air was cool, and Satoru pulled off his hoodie, draping it over her shoulders. 

“It’s cold,” he muttered, not meeting her eyes. Y/N pulled the hoodie tighter around herself, breathing in his scent — mint and something woodsy. Her cheeks flushed.

“Thanks… for everything.”

Satoru felt his heart rate spike as she snuggled into his hoodie. He watched as she took a sip of her coffee, her lips leaving a faint mark on the cup. He wanted to lean closer, to touch her — to do something other than just sit there like a nervous wreck.

“Anytime,” he finally managed, voice low.

Y/N set her coffee down and turned to face him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her knee brushed against his, and she did not pull away. 

“You’re really sweet, you know that?” She smiled softly at him, and Satoru’s heart felt like it was going to explode.

He felt the heat rising up his neck to his cheeks. Being called ‘sweet’ by the woman of his dreams was not something he had ever prepared for. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his thumbs nervously.

“I’m just… doing what anyone would do,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N rolled her eyes gently and nudged his shoulder with hers. “No, you’re actually being thoughtful and nice, unlike most of the other guys in our class who just want to talk about their grades and show off how smart they are.” 

She sighed and leaned back, looking up at the dusk-lit sky turning lavender and gold.

Satoru’s heart swelled with affection at her words. He looked up at the sky too, the hues melting together like a quiet promise, soft and fleeting. For a moment, he forgot everything else — the noise, the weight of studies — and let himself linger there beside her, suspended between fading light and the warmth of her presence. He felt like the luckiest man in the world, sitting next to her, claiming that spot he had longed for so long.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. Satoru could not help but sneak glances at her profile — her delicate nose, the curve of her lips, the way her hair fell over her shoulder. He wanted to reach out and brush it aside so he could see her face better. Instead, he clenched his fist against the bench.

Y/N turned her head slightly, catching his gaze. Her eyes were bright in the warm light, reflecting the last embers of the sun as it slipped below the horizon. Without thinking, Satoru reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her soft cheek.

Her breath hitched, and she did not pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch slightly, her eyes drifting closed for just a moment. 

“Satoru…” she whispered his name, and hearing it from her lips made his whole body hum with want.

He knew he should have stopped. He should have pulled back and made an excuse to go home. But he could not.

His hand lingered on her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline with a hesitancy that betrayed his nerves. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken tension. Y/N opened her eyes, looking up at him with an expression that melted his resolve completely. Slowly, almost agonisingly, he started to lean in.

Their lips brushed in a soft, tentative kiss. Satoru’s eyes fluttered closed as he felt her warm, gentle lips against his. It felt like a dream, as though one of his surreal fantasies had finally come true. She tasted sweet, like the coffee she was drinking. Her hand came up to rest against his chest, and he could feel his heart pounding beneath her palm.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Y/N’s cheeks were flushed pink, her lips slightly swollen, and she bit her lower lip in that way that made Satoru’s blood rush to places it really shouldn’t be rushing right now — not in public, at least.

Satoru’s own face was burning, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. He could not believe that had just happened. He had kissed her. He had kissed her and she had not pushed him away. She had even leaned closer. Maybe he had a small chance after all.

He stared at her in stunned silence, his mind completely blank. All the clever things he had imagined saying if he ever got her attention evaporated the moment their lips touched. Now he just felt like a blithering idiot, but a happy, hopeful idiot.

“Y/N, I—”

She placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. Her smile is soft, shy, and absolutely breathtaking. “Don’t overthink it,” she whispered, removing her finger only to trace his bottom lip instead. “I liked it.”

He was positive he was going to combust right then and there. He was at a loss for words either way. What could he even say after that first kiss? ‘I’ve liked you since forever’? ‘Can I do it again’? ‘Did I do a good job’?

His hand was still cupping her cheek, thumb gently brushing her skin. Y/n leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the panic and nervousness swirling in his gorgeous pale blue eyes, and it made her want to laugh and hug him all at the same time. She had never seen a man as adorable and flustered after a kiss.

“You liked it?” Satoru heard himself ask, his voice coming out hoarse and unsteady. His thumb continued its trail on her cheek, completely on its own volution. He was aware he was blinking like an idiot, but he could not seem to stop.

“Mhmm,” Y/N hummed, her eyes drifting to his lips briefly. She saw him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. She found it incredibly attractive, which only made her want to kiss him again. She bit her lip again, watching his reaction carefully.

The reality of the situation suddenly crashed into Satoru with the force of a freight train.

“Wait— I’m so sorry, I—” He pulled back abruptly, running a hand through his hair nervously. “We don’t… even know each other that well.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by his sudden withdrawal. She watched as he physically pulled back, putting space between them. She realised he was right — they did not know each other well at all. She had seen him around the campus, admired him from afar — because he was beautiful, she could not deny that fact, but they had never actually talked.

And yet… she could not ignore the magnetic pull she felt toward him. The way her body ached to close that distance again. The flutter in her stomach that had not faded since he slipped his hoodie over her shoulders.

“I know,” she admitted quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear again — a nervous habit, he noticed.

Satoru’s eyes zeroed in on the action, his gaze lingering on her fingers as they smoothed down her hair. He swallowed hard, feeling like an idiot for mentioning the elephant in the room. Of course they did not know each other. That was why he should not have kissed her. Right? 

“So… we probably should not have just… done that,” Satoru muttered, gesturing vaguely between them. Even as he said the words, he was painfully aware of how much he wanted to do it again. He stepped back further, putting even more distance between them. 

Y/N watched him retreat, feeling an unexpected pang of loss. Logic told her he was right — it was rash, impulsive, and completely unlike her. But her heart, and the electricity still buzzing beneath her skin, screams otherwise. She was undeniably, irrationally attracted to the awkward, gorgeous man standing in front of her. 

“Probably.”

The word hung between them like a lead balloon. Satoru nodded stiffly, shoving his hands into his pockets. He could not look at her anymore. He felt like an idiot for assuming anything could ever happen between them. They did not know each other. She was just being nice. Probably felt sorry for him.

“I should… probably get going,” he mumbled.

The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. The urge to stay next to her, wrapped in her scent and her warmth, was overwhelming. But logic — and his crushing insecurity — won out. He stepped backward, putting more distance between them.

“Thanks for drinking a coffee with me,” he added quietly, offering her a stiff, awkward nod, refusing to meet her eyes.

Y/N watched him retreat, feeling her stomach twist painfully ay his sudden shift in demeanour. He was closing himself off, the walls slamming down instantly. The sweet, blushing man she had just kissed was disappearing behind a mask of awkward politeness, and she hated it.

“Satoru, wait,” she called out softly, reaching out to gently grab his wrist before he could turn away completely.

Satoru froze at her touch. His heart clenched painfully in his chest as he felt her gentle grip on his wrist. He did not pull away, but he did not look at her either. He just stood there, feeling like an idiot and wishing he could just disappear in a hole.

Her fingers were soft against his skin, and he could feel the thumb gently stroking his pulse point. His heart was racing beneath her touch. He forced himself to look at her, his eyes filled with apology and regret.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. We barely know each other, and I just assumed—”

Y/N’s thumb paused its gentle strokes, her eyes searching his face. She saw the regret etched into his featured, the way he was practically shrinking in on himself. Something inside her snapped — she did not like seeing him so defeated, especially not because of something she clearly enjoyed.

It was her turn to step closer now, closing the distance he had just created. She tilted her head up to look at him, a soft smile playing on her lips again. 

“I didn’t say I minded,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just agreed with you — we shouldn’t have. Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.”

Satoru blinked, his brain struggling to process her words. The apology died in his throat. She did not mind? She wanted it? The revelation hits him like a physical blow, knocking the air right out of his lungs.

“You… wanted to?” he asked weakly, his voice barely audible. He looked down at her, completely bewildered.

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She saw the shock in his expression, the way his eyes widened slightly. She could not help but find it endearing — he was so sweet, so adorable in this moment. It made her want to kiss him all over again.

“But… we don’t know each other,” he repeated, but there was no conviction in his voice anymore. He was grasping at straws, trying to make sense of what was happening. Maybe if he kept stating the obvious, the universe would make sense again. He liked her. She… might like him back? It felt too good to be true.

“Exactly,” she replied, her voice soft but confident. “Which means we have no reason to rush things. We can take our time getting to know each other. And in the meantime…” She paused, her gaze lingering on his lips for a moment before returning to his eyes.

“In the meantime?” Satoru prompted, his heart pounding in his chest. He was hanging on her every word, completely enraptured. She was saying they could take things slow. That she was open to getting to know him. That she… liked the kiss. He felt like he was dreaming.

“In the meantime,” she continues, stepping so close that her chest was almost brushing against his. “I wouldn’t say no to another kiss. If you’d like.”

Satoru’s breath caught in his throat. He stared down at her, searching her face for any sign of mockery, any hint that she was messing with me.

But all he saw was sincerity and warmth in her expression. Her eyes were gentle, her lips curved into a soft, inviting smile. She was serious. She wanted him to kiss her again. Satoru felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest all over again. This could not be real.

Without another word, Satoru closed the remaining distance between them. His hands came up to cup her face gently as he pressed his lips to hers in a soft, reverent kiss. He poured all his longing, all his affection, all his disbelief into the kiss, hoping she could feel even a fraction of what he was feeling.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as Satoru’s lips met hers again. She melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself closer. He was so gentle, so sweet — it made her heart ache in the best way possible. She kissed him back just as softly, savouring the feeling of his lips moving against hers.

The kiss was slower this time, less rushed and infinitely more tender. Satoru tilted his head slightly, deepening the connection just enough to make her toes curl, but keeping it respectful, cherishing every second. He could hardly believe this was real — that the girl he had been crushing on for months was actually kissing him back, and kissing him again.

As they pulled apart, it was only by an inch, their foreheads resting together as they both caught their breath. Satoru’s eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. A soft, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he tried to process what had just happened.

Y/N opened her eyes slowly, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. He looked so relieved, so happy — it made her chest feel warm and fuzzy. She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, just because she could.

Satoru’s eyes fluttered open at the gentle kiss, meeting Y/N’s warm gaze. He could see the affection in her eyes, the soft smile on her lips, and it made his heart skip a beat. He realised that he was falling for her — hard, or at least, harder than he already had.

“So…” he started, his voice slightly raspy and embarrassingly breathless. He cleared his throat, his thumbs gently stroking her cheekbones. “Does this mean… are we… like… really doing this?” he asked, feeling painfully awkward again but needing to know where they were standing. He hoped — prayed — this was the start of something real.

Y/N laughed softly at his shy, stumbling attempt to define what was happening between them. It was adorable. She leaned into his touch, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of his neck. 

“I told you earlier, we get to know each other… I was serious about that. I’d really like for us to… keep seeing each other, in a romantic way,” she murmured against his lips. “So if that’s what you meant by ‘really doing this’, then yes. We are doing this.”

Satoru’s face lit up like a child on Christmas morning, his shy smile transforming into something radiant and genuine. He pulled her closer, one hand sliding from her face to the back of her neck as he tilted his head.

“You’re letting me court you,” he stated softly, the words tinged with disbelief and pure joy.

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his use of the word ‘court’. It was such a formal, old-fashioned term — but it fit Satoru perfectly. He was such a sweetheart, always respectful, always careful with her feelings. It made what they were doing feel special, intentional.

“Yes,” she whispered, smiling up at him.

Satoru’s thumb gently caressed the back of her neck as he looked down at her with an expression of sincere affection and determination. He leaned in closer, his voice a soft murmur near her ear. “Then let me court you properly.” He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes.

“Mmh? What do you have in mind? Are you going to take me out on a date?”

“Every day if you let me,” he whispered, his thumb brushing softly along her jawline. “I want to know everything about you. Your favourite foods, your hated foods, what movies make you cry, what makes you laugh, what books you love.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers once more.

“I want to do this right,” he murmured, his blue eyes searching hers earnestly. “No rushing. Proper dates. Dinner. Maybe a walk in the park. Holding hands.” He smiled softly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I want to romance you properly. Like… like in the old tales.”

Y/N’s heart melted at his sweet words. She realised that Satoru was not talking about dates — he was talking about courting her soul, getting to know everything about her. It was so different from the casual dating or hookups that were the new trend in their generation. This felt meaningful, intentional.

“So… will you let me do that?” He asked softly, his eyes hopeful. “Let me take you out at least every weekend?” He smiled, his cheeks pinking even more. “I want to spoil you.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at his words. Love letters? Flowers just because? A guy who wanted to romance her like they were characters in a fairy tale? This was the kind of thing she had read about in cheesy novels — she never thought it would actually happen to her.

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, her voice barely above a whisper.

Satoru’s smile became something breathtaking — a mixture of pure joy, relief, and tenderness that made her heart squeeze in the best way possible. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers again in a sweet, chaste kiss that somehow managed to convey more promise than passion.

“Thank you,” he murmured against her lips, his hands still holding her gently.

Satoru glanced up, noticing the sky darkening into shades of deep purple and navy. He looked back at her, his expression shifting into one of protective concern.

“I should get you home,” he said softly, reluctantly pulling back from their embrace but keeping her hand securely in his. “It’s getting dark. I want to make sure you get back safely.”

Y/N nodded understandingly, appreciating his concern. As they walked back to her house, Satoru’s hand remained firmly intertwined with hers. The silence between them was comfortable and filled with unspoken promises. As they reached her front door, Satoru turned to face her.

He gently lifted their joined hands, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. His blue eyes were warm and sincere as he looked down at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? For our first official date.” He smiled, his thumb brushing over her skin. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Y/N’s thoughts drifted as she watched Satoru walk away. She knew she should be studying — finals week was approaching, and her textbooks were lamenting about it just as much as she was, but the thought of spending another day cooped up with her nose buried in books suddenly felt too stifling. Thankfully, he had given her his number while he had walked her home. 

She leaned against her doorframe her fingers absently touching her lips where his kisses still lingered. Maybe this was what she needed — a reason to step away from the stress, a reason to breathe. Besides, seeing him tomorrow gave her something to look forward to. She could afford one evening of romance instead of endless hours of memorisation.

She stepped into her house, closing the door behind her once she had seen him fade into the distance. Instead of immediately diving into her textbooks, she allowed herself a moment of daydream. What will their first official date be like? Will he hold her hand again? Perhaps even kiss her goodnight after walking her home?

The thought made her heart flutter in a way she found herself fond of. She realised that she felt… lighter. The crushing weight of finals week had not disappeared, but it seemed manageable now. She had a distraction — a beautiful, wonderful distraction named Gojo Satoru.

𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈ℯ𝓃 𝒜𝓁𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ, 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒯𝓌ℴ.

— 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 — The World After the End, part One. —

— 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟸𝚔. —

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— 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢: A mutated virus has decimated humanity, leaving the world overrun by the undead and only a handful of survivors clinging to life. Y/n—alone for three brutal months—set out north toward a rumored safe camp and reluctantly teamed up with Yuuji, another survivor she met in the forest. Together they travelled, fought off walkers, and found a fragile sense of trust. At dawn, fresh horde footprints appeared nearby, and they abandoned camp without a second thought—now they’re fleeing on foot, further into the forest, with danger closing in.

Yuuji swallowed nervously, his mind racing, but he quickly followed her, not second-guessing the decision he knew was the best. The only thought he allowed himself was a silent wish for his twin brother and friends—to hope they were safe, unharmed, and, above all, not bitten. It was a naive hope, the thought that they would all make it through, like the heroes in chivalrous fairy tales—those who faced death without a second thought, who defied the odds with unyielding courage. Yet, deep down, he knew better. The Reaper was already at their doorstep, laughing in the shadows, eager to take what it was owed. Its scythe was a mere whisper away from tearing away their lives, and they were running out of time.

For Y/n, the grim reality had already settled in. She was no hero, no noble figure in a tale of valour. Instead, she felt like a foolish prey, running in circles, deeper into the jaws of the lion’s den. She was nothing more than a pawn caught in the cruel hands of fate, throwing herself into its grip, helpless. Yet, even as despair gnawed at her, she refused to give up. She had endured too much to surrender now—not even to death.

Her only hope was that they could reach the village unscathed. They had made good progress, and Y/n estimated they could reach it by tomorrow if they kept their pace. The sky remained clear, offering some semblance of hope, as there were no signs of rain—at least for now. They had two choices: speed up and pray they could make it by sunset, which was only a few hours away, or face another night in this endless, oppressive forest.

“Yuuji, we need to speed up,” Y/n urged, her voice firm yet strained. “I know you're exhausted, but we can't afford another night out here. Who knows what could happen if we do?” Yuuji’s response was quick, but his words held little conviction. “You’re just as tired as I am. Are you even sure you’ll be able to keep this pace up all day? We’re still far from the village, and passing out from exhaustion isn’t an option.” Before she could add more, the sudden rustle of movement nearby made her freeze. A cold shiver ran down her spine, and her breath caught in her throat. Without thinking, she cursed under her breath, and Yuuji grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a frantic sprint. A group of walkers had broken off from the main horde, and they had run straight into them.

The sound of her laboured breathing was loud in her ears as she struggled to keep up with Yuuji’s pace. Her muscles ached, protesting each step, and her body screamed for rest. But her mind, clouded with panic and adrenaline, couldn’t focus on anything but staying alive. Yuuji, however, seemed unphased, his stamina unyielding, his breathing steady.

“Those damn corpses are faster now than when they were alive,” Yuuji muttered, glancing over his shoulder. “Y/n, can you keep going?” The air burned in her lungs with each jagged breath she took, and though she wanted to snap at him, the exhaustion and the sight of the pursuing walkers drained all her energy. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, cursing her weakness. At this point, she was only slowing him down.

Then, out of nowhere, Yuuji turned, surprising her completely. Without a word, he lifted her and tossed her effortlessly over his shoulder. His speed was blinding as he darted through the trees, the walkers far behind them in no time. Y/n, wide-eyed, could only stare at him in disbelief. He wasn’t even winded, his movements smooth and quick, like he was carrying nothing more than air. Once he was sure they had escaped, Yuuji gently lowered her to the ground, his cheeks flushed, though whether from the run, the cold, or sheer embarrassment, Y/n couldn’t tell. He scratched the back of his head, offering her a sheepish smile before adjusting the bag on his back. “I didn’t think you were that strong, Yuuji. You got us a good distance.” Yuuji shrugged nonchalantly, still grinning. “I finally got a chance to help you. You've saved me so many times, it’s about time I paid you back. Do you think we’ll make it to the village today?”

Y/n, still catching her breath, adjusted her bag, stretched with a quiet groan, and glanced at the sky. “I hope so. From where we were before, I estimated we had about a day and a half’s journey left. If we keep moving at this pace, we should be close, especially after that sprint.” Her words were met with a shy laugh from Yuuji, who covered his face with his hands, blushing visibly. Y/n smirked, rolling her eyes. The moment was brief, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she turned northward, the weight of their situation settling once again on her shoulders. “Now you know that I can carry you if you're tired,” he teased. “Stop acting like I'm some old lady,” she shot back. “I never said that,” he quipped, “just a suggestion.” But his lighthearted response was cut short when a rancid smell reached his nostrils. Y/n recoiled, gagging at the stench, her hand flying to her mouth. Yuuji did the same, his expression disgusted as he squinted toward the source. They had come upon the remains of a doe, its body mutilated, likely still alive when it had been devoured by the walkers. Y/n’s stomach turned at the thought.

“Let’s move quickly,” she urged, grabbing Yuuji’s wrist and steering him around the gruesome sight. As they continued, hours passed in the blink of an eye, and then, just as the sun was starting to come down, they caught the distant sight of houses through the trees. Their pace quickened, and soon they found themselves at the door of the first house. After ensuring there were no signs of danger, they rushed inside, seeking shelter. Yuuji was the first to speak. “What now?” he asked quietly. Y/n didn’t hesitate. “First, we check this house. If it’s empty, we stay here, and we'll go look for food in a supermarket or houses that haven’t been looted. And we keep looking for your friends. With the number of them, they should be easy to find.” Yuuji’s brows furrowed. “And... what if they’re not here?” he asked. “We’ll stay here for a bit, and if they don’t show, we’ll head north to the camp. We don’t have much choice.” But then she paused, her attention drawn to a faint creaking sound from upstairs. She motioned for silence, her instincts kicking in. Drawing her dagger, she moved cautiously toward the stairs, each step creaking under her weight. As she reached the top, her heart froze. There, staring at her with vacant eyes, was the corpse of a woman. Her jaw clamped down on something—what was once a child’s hand.

Y/n’s stomach lurched, a wave of disgust washing over her. “Holy shit…” The walker lunged at her before she could react. The impact sent her crashing down the stairs. Pain shot through her body as she rolled, but she quickly pushed herself up, using her legs to shove the creature into the wall. Without hesitation, she threw her dagger, burying it deep in the walker’s skull. The room went silent. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the weight of what she had just witnessed sinking in. The child, the one she had just seen... The thought of what this woman had become—what she had done to her own child—was almost too much to bear. Y/n’s body trembled as she covered her face, trying not to cry. The sight of the child’s lifeless body, the horror of it, was too much. She barely registered Yuuji’s gentle hand as he helped her to her feet. He quickly retrieved his axe and went upstairs to make sure no more walkers were lurking. As she composed herself, Y/n bent down, retrieving her dagger from the corpse. Her fingers trembled, but she gripped it tightly, focusing on what needed to be done.

“Y/n!” Yuuji’s voice broke through the haze of her thoughts. She turned to see him, breathing heavily, holding something small in his arms. “Y/n… he’s alive.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. She rushed to him, pulling the child from his arms and cradling him gently. The boy was cold and weak, but he was alive—his fragile form still breathing. She laid him on the couch, checking for injuries, but there were none. He must have been hiding for a long time, considering his condition. His mother had probably only changed a while ago. The child’s survival, however, was nothing short of a miracle. This child was unconscious, and clearly malnourished. “Yuuji,” she said quietly, “this child needs food, water. He’s starving.” Yuuji hesitated. “You’re going out there alone? Are you crazy? We don’t know what’s out there!”

Y/n straightened, her resolve hardening. “I’ve been alone before. I’ll be fine. You focus on getting rid of his mother’s body. And the other one too.” He sighed, defeated, but nodded. After emptying her bag to have as much space as possible for food, Y/n felt a sharp pang in her chest, but she pushed it aside. With one last look at the child, she stepped outside, the cool air biting at her skin. The village was eerily quiet, almost abandoned, like a ghost town. A sense of dread settled over her, but she kept moving, her focus on finding the supplies they so desperately needed. The convenience store loomed ahead, and with a heavy sigh, she pushed open the door. The faint chime echoed, the only sound in the stillness.

“I hate this fucking world…” she muttered, narrowly dodging the body of a walker, which had thrown itself at her.

𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈ℯ𝓃 𝒜𝓁𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ, 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒪𝓃ℯ.

— 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 — 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘. — — 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: about 6k. —

— 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜:

In a world where civilisation has crumbled in the blink of an eye, Y/n is one of the few survivors left to navigate the ruins of humanity. A devastating virus has turned people into ravenous undead, and those who didn’t succumb either lost their minds or fell prey to the chaos. After witnessing her friends’ gruesome deaths at university, Y/n has spent the past three months surviving alone, scavenging for food and avoiding the monsters that now rule the streets. When she picks up a faint radio signal promising safety in a survivor camp up North, she clings to hope and embarks on a perilous journey through a frozen, death-ridden Japan. In the heart of despair, an unforeseen romance begins to bloom. In a world where survival means trusting no one, Y/n must decide if love is worth the risk when death is always just a breath away.

— I'm back lol, been a while, I know. I've let y'all down, sorry ♡. I know some of you have been waiting for this hehehe. Hope you will like this, (the synopsis is fire, I know right :D). My darlings, don't hesitate to like, comment, or reblog, it helps a lot for me to know what you all think, like or don't like, etc,... Love you all, and see you later for part 2 ;) P.S. This might, or might not be a reverse harem (lol), and that's gonna be a long ass story because I'm just at the beginning and wrote about 60k words :D —

It had been three months since the world had met its demise. Humanity had disappeared before you could say Jack Robinson, and what remained of humans were nothing but walking corpses attacking any living beings. However, some humans who had managed to survive ended up going insane and killing themselves. The few survivors left out of the 7.8 billion humans on Earth had theorised that a virus had mutated and caused this apocalyptic era. The reign of the fittest, with humans at the top, had been forever disrupted; Men were now nothing but prey at the mercy of new predators, once humans themselves. It had become impossible, and simply unimaginable, to go outside in what remained of the streets without stumbling upon decomposing bodies lying on the ground or encountering the undead, alert at the slightest noise indicating the presence of a living soul.

Going solo in a world disrupted by the momentarily changed food chain was more than risky. It could even prove to be suicidal. But Y/n had no other choice, not after her friends were devoured by other classmates right in front of her helpless eyes during a day at the university that should have been just as ordinary as the previous ones. She had managed to hold on for three months, narrowly escaping the creatures wandering the streets when circumstances pushed her to go out to replenish her food supply. She finally picked up a radio signal informing survivors in Japan to make their way to a secure camp up North. She had to reach it; she had no other choice. Winter was approaching, and the electricity had remained completely cut off for several weeks. To survive, she had to flee up North at all costs. It had been five days since she had left the Miyagi prefecture; she had reached a sort of forest she had to cross to emerge on the other side of the city before the camp. The only problem was that surviving in the woods proved to be even more complicated, not only because of zombies but also because of the cold, or rather the night cold, which was deadlier than the cold during the day.

The young woman was just 23 years old when she saw her life shatter into pieces and disappear into a cacophony of screams and nauseating smells, mixed with the feeling of fear weighing on her chest. She was utterly alone, abandoned in a world she no longer recognised, without even being confident that she would survive the following day. She had taken refuge at the top of a tree for the night, her back resting against the rough bark of the trunk and a blanket wrapped around her to protect her somewhat from the cold. She had learnt to stay alert, waking up at the slightest noise and always holding her dagger with an iron grip. The moon was already at its zenith, illuminating her face with an idyllic glow through the thick leaves and branches of the tree when she suddenly woke up.

A brief sound had reached her ears right at the foot of the tree. She slowly lowered her eyes, tightening her grip on the handle of her weapon, her knuckles becoming more visible in contrast to the reddish colour of her fingers, red and numb from the cold. She held her breath, leaning to the side to blend more into the darkness against the tree while keeping an eye on the ground, covered with moss and dead branches. She briefly caught sight of a shadowy figure resembling a human, sitting at the foot of the tree and whose breathing, although slow, seemed laborious. She hesitated because although she was safe in her current position, Y/n feared it might be a zombie, which could remain there until she came down, even though he did not seem to have noticed her yet. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, hoping it could be a human, just as alive as she was. But the nauseating smell that stung her nose and made her eyes water quickly made her forget that idea. It was one of these creatures, and it had been dead for a long time, judging by the smell it was emitting. It didn't move, and if she didn't hear it groaning weakly, she could almost believe that it was dead for good.

With some luck, the walker would leave at dawn, but if she just let it go, she could run into it again and risk luring more of them. She frowned, then decided to kill it before the day broke. She didn't like killing, although these creatures were theoretically dead. However, it was still a matter of her safety and survival. These things were previously like her and did not deserve what happened to them. No one deserved it. She took her watch from her pocket and checked the time: around 5:15 AM. It was time for her to leave. She tucked the handle of the dagger between her teeth, quietly folded her blanket into her bag, which she slid over her shoulders, and then carefully crouched on the branch she was previously sitting on. She had to descend quickly and as quietly as possible, but it was bound to be difficult; after all, climbing down from a tree was not typical, let alone discreet.

She took a deep breath and gripped the branch between her hands, slowly letting herself fall and hang under it. Her feet touched another branch, which she hurried to reach, her muscles chilled by the cold, causing her pain just by having to support her weight. She quickly ended up crouching on a branch just above the zombie, which she watched for some time, looking for any movement, but it remained motionless on the ground. She checked that her bag was adequately strapped to her shoulders, then slowly removed the dagger from her mouth and took it into her hand. Her landing was likely to make noise, so she had to act quickly to kill it before it could get up. She took another deep breath, then jumped to the ground and turned around without wasting any time, plunging the blade of her dagger into the forehead of the 'walker' who had already started to stand up. It quickly fell to the ground, this time unmistakably lifeless and silent. She leaned forward, wiping the black blood on her blade against the tattered clothes of the corpse.

She had to leave quickly before being spotted. She slid her knife into the strap around her thigh, then stood up and began walking after taking a glance around her. The further she went, the more a persistent feeling of being followed and watched made her uncomfortable. It had been two hours since she had noticed the presence of a person walking several dozen meters behind her. It was not a walker; if it had been, it would have long since tried to approach her to attack and kill her. The person moved at the same speed as she did, no matter what she did; slowing down or speeding up made no difference. Her patience was reaching its breaking point, and she firmly gripped the strap of her bag before shaking her head slightly.

"I know you're there, and you've been following me for quite a long time. I advise you to stop playing this game and reveal yourself immediately." She spoke loud enough for the person to hear, slowly turning to observe the direction from which she heard the faint rustling of footsteps. Her voice sounded slightly hoarse since she hadn't spoken much for several weeks. She frowned as she saw no one entering her field of vision. She was sure she had heard someone; she couldn't have imagined it. Her eyebrows furrowed even more, and she waited patiently before seeing a young man timidly emerge from behind a tree. He seemed to be in his twenties, about the same age as her. His hair was light pink, certainly a dye, and he had an athlete's physique. She watched him closely, looking for any trace of a bite or scratch on him, but he didn't seem injured or infected. She sighed and approached him cautiously only after completing her entire analysis of the young man. Finally, she spoke again, asking him his name and why he was trailing her. He responded by introducing himself as Itadori Yuuji and explaining that he had seen her kill the walker earlier. That was why he had decided to follow her—believing he would have a better chance of surviving by her side.

She then answered, "I can't watch over you, Yuuji. I'm not that strong; I'm already struggling to survive myself. Don't you have somewhere to go? Friends, or maybe even family, who are waiting for you somewhere?" He nodded and replied, "I was part of a group, but a horde attacked us and caused us to separate." She paused at his words, the term 'horde' making her freeze right where she stood. "A horde?" she repeated slowly. "Yes, and I kinda got lost. I couldn't face them all alone; it would have been suicide." Y/n sighed, casually rubbing her hair, then glanced at Yuuji, who observed her with hope in his eyes.

"Do you know how to defend yourself? With a knife or a firearm? Or even in hand-to-hand combat?" she asked. He smiled and seemed to relax as he answered, "Yes, Ma'am." In response, Y/n scoffed and shook her head. "My God, we must be the same age, Yuuji. Just call me Y/n," she said, pausing briefly before adding, "You can come with me. Do you think you can locate your camp on a map?" After thinking for a moment, he nodded in agreement, and Y/n let out a small sigh before glancing around. "Good. We will have to find a place to shelter for now. Try to be quiet; I caught you following me from the beginning. Your steps are noisy."

He quickly nodded, rushing to walk beside her as she moved again. He did his best to be quiet, but he was still noticeable, although it could do. Y/n suddenly leaned forward, crouching behind a bush. She pulled Yuuji by the collar of his jacket, then pressed her hand against his mouth so that he would not make any noise. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she watched a limping figure slowly moving through the trees. She brought her lips close to the boy's ear and whispered for him to be quiet. They waited patiently for the walker to move away before getting up. "Why didn't you kill him, Y/n?" he murmured, trying to be quiet. Y/n looked up at him and answered, "You should never take unnecessary risks; that's the first thing to know in this fucked-up world. One of the rules that can keep you alive. Plus, he was going in the opposite direction."

They walked for several minutes before Yuuji stopped the young woman and pointed to a cave nearby. They rushed into it, and Y/n grabbed a flashlight from her bag as she plunged into the rock cave. She slightly stumbled, pushing Yuuji behind her and quickly taking out her dagger, still secured in the strap around her right thigh. She threw the flashlight to Yuuji, then kicked a walker in the stomach, sending it to the ground. Her foot went into the mouth of the zombie, pressing down enough to break its jaw, and she plunged the blade of her dagger between its eyes, killing it instantly. Yuuji seemed paralysed; his grip around the flashlight trembled feebly. He couldn't believe how quickly this woman could take care of such a situation without faltering under fear. He approached her slowly and rested his hand on her shoulder, barely realising she was trembling. Y/n finally snapped out of her dazed state and looked at him, asking him if he was alright. "I should be asking you that!" he answered incredulously. Y/n rubbed her face and shook her head, regaining her senses.

"Everything's fine; I'm used to it. We should get it out before its odour becomes too unpleasant." Yuuji helped her drag the walker outside, far enough from the entrance and then caught Y/n's attention. "We should probably make a fire to warm up and not end up blinded in the dark when the night comes." Y/n nodded in agreement, then took Yuuji's bag when he suggested she head back into the cave while he went to get some wood. The young woman carefully scanned the cave, confirming that only she and Yuuji were there. She then knelt on a blanket that she had carefully laid out on the rocky floor, taking out a map of the area that she had been able to retrieve during her passage through a village on the edge of the forest. She unfolded it on the ground and then illuminated it with the flashlight. She couldn't be sure about where Yuuji and she were. Based on the time she had walked and the direction she had followed, she could tell they were north, a few dozen kilometres from the other side of the forest. She looked up at the sound of Yuuji's return. His arms were full of branches, which he left in a pile. He then put a handful of dead leaves and herbs onto the wood and said, "I have matches in my bag; please give them to me."

Y/n handed them to him with one hand, while still looking at the map. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips now that she could feel the slight warmth of the fire as Yuuji had just lit it. The young man came to sit next to her and then looked at the map in front of them. "We were temporarily settled there. And we planned to go to the village to the north to get some food and other necessary things." Y/n hummed and looked down at the village Yuuji was pointing at, "That's the direction I'm heading. I imagine your friends must have already left if you were directly attacked at your camp. The smartest thing to do would be to go to the village and look for them there. It will be less tiring than going to join them at your camp if they are even still there."

He nodded before leaning against the wall, then sighed weakly as he let the warmth radiating from the fire envelop him. His brown eyes landed on Y/n, who calmly put the map back in her bag. She looked up at him when she felt his stare on her, and raised her eyebrows, silently asking him why he was looking at her so intensely. He was curious about her, intrigued even, and could not help but wonder how long she had been like this, all alone, so he asked just that. Y/n pushed the strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail away from her face and sighed before answering, "I had companions for a while, but we went our separate ways. I guess I've been alone for several weeks now. I must admit, it feels good to talk to someone alive." Yuuji watched her, really observed her. She seemed fine, or at least, as fine as the current situation they were in allowed it.

He did not know how she could handle it, handle being alone in this chaos, but she was brave, and he was intelligent enough to understand that much. She soon joined him against the wall, resting her head against the rough surface and closing her eyes. She felt somewhat serene now that she was in the company of someone else, someone alive. Y/n yawned slightly, shaking her head to keep herself awake. She hadn't been able to sleep much that night, or any other night, for that matter. She must have had three hours of sleep, at most. But she couldn't afford to fall asleep on solid ground, not in such an open and easily accessible place, it was too dangerous. She had to stay on her guard, she couldn't rely on Yuuji, whom she didn't even know very well, and whose combat skills she had no idea about. A brief sigh escaped her, drawing the boy's attention, and making him look at her again with curiosity. "You can rest if you want. I can watch over you." She shook her head slightly before saying, "I don't want to risk putting myself in danger, Yuuji. But thanks for the offering." Yuuji felt that she was still careful around him, but he wanted to prove that he could be helpful and wanted to earn her trust. With a bit of luck, they would maybe even end up being friendly to each other. He sighed and said, "I can take care of a few zombies, Y/n. I'm not weak!" Y/n raised her eyebrows and looked at him, shaking her head slightly before replying, "I never said you were. It's just that... We don't even know each other. I can't afford to rely on you to the point of falling asleep. Not here, anyway." He frowned, but acquiesced nonetheless, understanding her well enough.

After a moment, Yuuji opened his mouth, wanting them to talk at least a little about each other to create a sense of trust. He introduced the eight members of his group, starting with his twin brother, Sukuna, followed by their leaders, Gojo and Nanami, who were professors at the university Yuuji went to, and then his five friends, also students, around the same age as Yuuji—Megumi, Nobara, Toge, Maki and Panda. According to him, the man named Gojo was the strongest among them, he was the oldest with Nanami, but they were barely five or six years older than Yuuji and his friends. Y/n listened, watching Yuuji with a little smile. He seemed delighted by the simple fact of speaking about them; it was apparent how dear they were all to him. She then replied with a little sigh, "I see. It must be nice to travel with people you can trust. All my friends were... killed, right from the start. And my family... I don't know. I was able to return home, despite all this madness, and I found no one there. Either they're dead, or they ran away. But I doubt I'll ever find them." Yuuji was a man who understood what it meant, and how it felt, to lose loved ones, but he did not look at her as if she was pitiful, he just rested his hand on her shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Don't lose hope, Y/n. You are still alive, and that's the most important."

Yuuji tried to lighten the mood by telling her that she should come with him and his group and that they would accept her with open arms. In response, her shoulders slumped a little and she sighed. She seemed to sigh a lot lately, maybe because everything was starting to take its toll on her, and she did not want to be a burden for Yuuji's group. Seeming to understand what she was thinking, he immediately added that she was welcome and that travelling alone would probably drive her insane. At this point, it was more of a certainty than a probability, and she could not disagree even if she wanted to. Deep down, she was tired of being alone, of wandering like a lost soul in an ending world. After Yuuji insisted a bit more, she finally agreed. He offered her a dazzling smile, which she returned shyly.

After a while, she grabbed her bag, checked the little bit of food she had left, and looked at Yuuji. "I think we'll have to hunt. I have almost no food left, except snacks and a few other things," she said. Yuuji's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly in surprise, "You know how to hunt?" Y/n looked at him as if he had grown a second head, and replied, "Of course, I do. I also know how to fish. But I haven't seen a stream or a river since I arrived in this forest. I'm glad I took several bottles of water during my last visit to a village, otherwise, I would have died of dehydration." Of course, Yuuji did not have any food with him, as he had to flee from his camp unprepared. He agreed to help Y/n and gave her one of his sweet smiles, watching her stand up and dust off her clothes. She needed to find a river to clean her clothes; she was starting to smell bad, even though no one could blame her for that, given the circumstances. She frowned at the thought and rummaged through her bag in search of ropes, telling Yuuji that they would have to make some traps to catch small animals, mainly rabbits. She pulled out several arrows she had crafted herself, using pieces of string and wood she had carved.

Surprisingly, Yuuji knew how to craft rabbit traps—thanks to Megumi—, and that would save them some time and greatly simplify their task. She reached out a hand to help the young man up and they headed outside. They spent about two or three hours setting up their traps. Yuuji had praised her for her impressive skills, to which she replied that her father, who was passionate about hunting and fishing, had taught her nearly everything she knew. After a while, Y/n raised her head, looking at the sky through the heavy leaves of the trees surrounding them. It had turned from a light blue to hues of orange, yellow and red; the sun was starting to set. Now, they just had to cross their fingers and hope that no walker would attack the rabbits, that is, if the traps work, of course. Moreover, Y/n had been lucky enough to find some edible herbs and berries, but nothing extraordinary. For tonight, they will have to settle for that and cereal bars. Yuuji thanked her, saying it was kind of her to share the little food she had left with him, even though she didn't have to, and she huffed in response, "I'm not mean enough to leave you starving to death. Your stomach is rumbling so hard it sounds like an earthquake." Yuuji made an offended face before elbowing her lightly in the arm, making her laugh slightly.

After a moment, Y/n asked him if he even had a proper weapon. It hadn't even crossed her mind as they hadn't met that many walkers during the day. He nodded as he swallowed the wild fruit he had just popped into his mouth. Reaching into his bag, he quickly pulled out a small axe with a plastic covering on its blade. Y/n, noticing his choice of weapon, chuckled and said, "I'm not even surprised. You're as strong as a lumberjack." Yuuji shrugged, unsure if it was meant as a compliment, but thanked her nonetheless. He then continued, "I hope we will get out of this forest soon, because as surprising as it may seem, I feel less safe here than in the city. We don't have any shelters, or walls to protect us, just trees as far as the eye can see. And it's damn scary at night."

Y/n took a watch with a cracked glass from her pocket and glanced at the time. It was getting late, and tomorrow, they would need to walk a long way if they hoped to reach the village. Fortunately, a good part of the way left when they met had already been covered. If all goes well, they could make it there in two days, maybe even a day and a half. She told Yuuji that she would keep watch for a while, and he instructed her to wake him up so she could get some rest as well. Hours passed with nothing alarming happening, just a few noises outside, but no one—or anything—entered the cave. Y/n glanced at her watch again, estimating the time by the remaining embers of the fire she had slightly dimmed to avoid detection. Yuuji had curled up next to her, taking comfort from her body heat and the warmth of the blanket she had thrown over them after he had fallen asleep. Her eyes were growing heavy, and though she was already near her limit, she did not want to wake him. Despite having gotten to know him over the day, she remained wary. But if she wanted them to move forward tomorrow, she needed sleep, or she would not last the day.

With a hand numb from the cold, she gently shook him and whispered his name, slowly waking him. He straightened up, rubbed his eyes, then yawned silently, gazing at her. "My turn...?" he whispered. Y/n nodded slightly and Yuuji smiled a little before adding, "Rest, Y/n. I'll take care of everything." Yuuji placed his hand on the side of her head, pulling her toward him. He let her rest her head on his thigh, wrapping her tightly in the blanket. His large palm lightly rubbed her back, quickly making her drowsy and allowing her to fall asleep faster. While keeping his eyes fixed on the entrance, his hand unconsciously kept stroking her back. Suddenly, his muscles tensed when a shadow passed before the cave. His hand moved to his axe, silently removing the plastic protection from the blade, and his brow furrowed. He pulled Y/n closer to protect her, his arms holding her tightly against his chest. He held his breath, exhaling slightly as the shadow moved away from them. As the first rays of sunshine illuminated the cave, he decided to wake Y/n. Though he regretted not letting her sleep longer, he felt they had to leave quickly. He whispered her name urgently, telling her they needed to leave at once. Y/n stirred and asked what was happening, to which Yuuji replied that he had a bad feeling. He trusted his instincts and insisted they leave.

Y/n muttered quietly but reluctantly agreed. She stretched and ran a hand through her hair as she got up. They packed their things and headed out. Y/n instructed Yuuji to follow her to check the traps. They found the remains of several rabbits, devoured beyond recognition, sending a shiver of disgust down their spines. However, three small rabbits had been hung high enough to avoid being eaten. Y/n carefully took them down, wrapped them in a large towel, and packed them into her bag. They needed to hurry and cook them before they spoiled. The cold would at least buy them some time. She looked up at Yuuji and said, "Let's leave, and find another place where we can take care of them, the meat won't be good for long if we don't hurry."

They walked for another three hours before coming upon a river with a small waterfall. Y/n sighed enthusiastically and knelt by the bank on a rock. Yuuji joined her, sitting next to her as she took the rabbits out of her bag along with her dagger. He quickly turned his gaze away as she began to butcher them, removing the skin and fat, leaving only the meat. She asked him to make a small fire, just enough to cook the meat, which would help preserve it longer. Y/n knew they lacked the proper tools for proper cooking, but she made do by placing slices of meat on a branch above the fire. She waited for them to cook before wrapping them in aluminium foil, hoping that would help preserve them.

Though they were not hungry, it was best to store them in her bag. Afterwards, Y/n filled her empty bottles of water with fresh water from the river. She made sure to remove the labels so they would not confuse the bottles with potable water and river water. Although she was not sure if the river water was safe, she needed to wash off the smell of days spent travelling. She turned to Yuuji, asking if he could watch their things while she washed up. "Are you really going into that icy water?" he asked. Y/n replied that she had to—hot water was a luxury these days, and they had to make do with what they had.

Yuuji quickly looked away as she began undressing, taking the soap bar from her bag and entering the water. She reached the waterfall, washing herself and her clothes, letting them dry on a rock in the sun. Despite the icy cold water, it was a relief to finally clean herself. Once finished, she joined Yuuji and their things, wrapping herself in a towel. The poor boy, unsure where to look, kept his eyes shut tight until he was sure she was dressed. He opened his eyes when she talked to him, "You should go too. Take my soap." She handed him the yellow soap bar and went around the bank to get her clothes which had already started to dry a little.

Meanwhile, Yuuji undressed and headed toward the waterfall for a quick wash. But as he stepped a few metres into the water, which reached his hips, he flinched when something brushed his ankle. He kicked out the hand that had wrapped itself around his ankle, only to realise that it was a walker, its body half severed, dragging itself toward him. He bolted for the bank, quickly putting on his clothes. Y/n looked on with a stunned gaze, which briefly flickered to his body before she quickly averted her eyes. Yuuji panicked, checked his ankle for any sign of scratches and said there was a walker in the water, to which Y/n responded by rubbing his back. "Everything's okay, Yuuji, you're okay. And at least, it's a good thing we didn't drink that water."

After wringing out her hair, Y/n put on her jacket, gathered her bag, and packed her damp clothes and the soap. They quickly left the river and continued their journey north. Yuuji seemed tense as they moved quickly despite the large roots that tangled their feet. Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder and asked, "Yuuji, are you sure you're alright? I know you were scared back there, but don't let that make you so frightened. It might influence your actions if you are in danger. You need to stay rational." Yuuji sighed, rubbed his face and replied, "I really thought I was going to die, and with the water slowing me down, I was scared that thing would bite me or scratch me." Y/n reassured him, saying it was normal to be afraid, but he needed to pull himself together. Plus, she was there with him, so he needn't worry so much.

Yuuji nodded and took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax and pay more attention to their surroundings. He straightened up, adjusting his bag, and glanced at Y/n. Though she seemed tired, she was holding on. He felt safe with her—she gave him the same sense of safety that Gojo did, a leader who knew how to make decisions, though she was very different from the white-haired man. Unlike Gojo, who was serious only in risky situations, Y/n stayed alert and made the best decisions, no matter how unexpected the situation was.

Y/n suddenly stopped walking, looking at the ground. Yuuji, confused, followed her gaze and noticed footprints embedded into the wet ground. His unease grew as he realised there were enough prints to make the situation suddenly graver. "A horde?" he whispered, swallowing thickly even though his mouth felt dry and his throat sandy. "Probably. Maybe the same one that attacked your group. The prints are at least a few hours old, but they are not heading in the same direction as us. Still, we must get as far away from here as possible." Y/n replied. "I hope my friends are okay..." Yuuji murmured. In response, Y/n stroked his back gently and urged him to keep moving.

The sky was already dark when Bokuto and you stepped through the door of your shared house, a little tipsy after drinking with old friends from high school. Bokuto couldn’t stop giggling, his low tolerance being the cause of his behaviour, even though he only drank some cans of beer.

It was hard not to laugh with him, he looked so happy, his arm draped over your shoulder and his body bumping against yours with each step he took. He wasn’t even able to walk straight, and you were not too far from being in the same state as him, because Kuroo, Bokuto’s best friend, was quite eager to make both of you drink until you ended up in this poor state.

You dragged Bokuto to your shared bedroom and let him fall on the bed, gasping as he pulled you down with him. You both looked at each other before bursting into laughter, tears forming in your eyes from laughing so much. After calming down a little, Bokuto wrapped his arm around you and smiled, his fingers slowly stroking your arm up and down. He looked at you with such warmth, such affection, that it had your heart melting with equal love. "You’re so pretty…" He mumbled, his eyes focusing on your face and taking in the sight of you, your face feeling warmer due to the alcohol, your disheveled hair and your smile… Such a pretty smile, it made him fall in love all over again.

"You know… Sometimes I realise how lucky I am… so lucky… ‘cause I’m yours… and you love me… only me…" He murmured, his voice a little raspy as he talked slowly. The alcohol running through his veins made him sleepy, but he blinked his drowsiness away and pulled you closer against him. "Why are you so pretty… I don’t like it… other guys keep looking… mmh… mine…" He rambled and pressed kisses against your face, before biting your cheek gently, making you laugh slightly.

He continued babbling nonsense, his hands gripping your hips and massaging the soft flesh while he held you closer. But after a few seconds he became quiet, staring at you silently and biting his lip. "Hey…" He murmured, his hands moving to your ass and gripping it gently. "Hey, sweetheart." You cooed softly, your fingers tracing his jawline as you looked at him with a tender gaze. "Mmh… wanna sit on my face?" He said bluntly, making you eyes widen and your eyebrows raise in surprise. "What?"

"Yeah… wanna taste your sweet little pussy…" He mumbled and licked his lips, laying on his back and staring at you with glazed eyes. You sighed and removed your pants and underwear, struggling a little as you slid them down your legs. He whined softly at the sight of your half naked body, his fingers hitching to touch you and his mouth watering. You ran a hand through your hair and went on top of him, your knees digging into the mattress on each side of his head. His hands immediately reached for your hips and he pulled you down, breathing deeply and groaning at the smell of you.

He parted your folds with his tongue, circling your clitoris and pushing inside you. His hands held your hips firmly, steadying you as he began to pleasure you. You moaned and your back arched slightly, small gasps falling from your lips and your fingers grasping his shirt while he groaned against your core.

"Fuck, yes... you taste so good, baby..." he murmured, his voice muffled as his tongue worked faster, lapping up your juices before he suckled on your swollen clit. You wined and your hips bucked, your gaze falling down to his erection straining his pants. He moved his hips unconsciously, his hands moving to hold your thighs as he continued eating you out. You felt dizzy, pleasure clouding your mind more than the alcohol in your blood. Your fingers fought a little with the button of his pants before pulling them down along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. He groaned again, his voice vibrating against your cunt as he bucked his hips, his body aching for you to touch him too.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping him a few time before leaning forward and sucking him into your mouth. Bokuto whined, his eyes rolling back and his nails digging into your thighs as he pulled you down harder against his face. he was messy, but he couldn't help it, you tasted so good, so good he thought that he could cum just from tasting you. It would be so embarrassing, coming undone from just having you sitting on his face, but he wouldn't feel even an ounce of shame, not when he had you like this, not when you let him relish in the taste of your sweetness. It was addicting, you were addicting, and he couldn't help but want more.

You moaned and rocked your hips, grinding against his face while sucking him off, feeling him mumbling dirty words of praise against your flesh. He growled, the sound rumbling in his throat as his tongue lavished attention on your sensitive clit, drawing shuddering moans from you. One of his hands gripped your hair, pushing your head down and making you take more of his length into your mouth, his hips bucking up at the same time. "Fuck, you're amazing," he breathed, his voice rough with desire and his tongue darting out to taste more of you. His sounds were muffled by your folds, his eyes rolling back as deep groans and quiet whines fell from his lips, his thick shaft pulsing in your mouth. He was close, you could tell, his hand gripped your hair tighter and his hips jerked forward erratically, beads of precum coating your tongue. His hands gripped your buttocks, kneading the flesh as he suckled on your clit again, not caring about how sloppy he was while eating you out, your juices coating his cheeks and chin. With a few more hard suctions on your clit, he had you coming undone on his face, your moans becoming high pitched and your breath coming out in muffled gasps. It took him a few more thrusts into your mouth to reach his own climax, his cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spurted on your tongue, beads of his seed dribbling down your chin.

Blade wasn't a really good man, he was a criminal, a violent fighter, a sadist. He didn't care about others, nor did he about himself. or at least, that is what he believed, what he wanted to believe. It was a way to shield himself, from others and from himself, because he feared human emotions, and what they could make him do. And in order to protect himself, he had to stay away from you, to make you stay away from him, far enough so that you wouldn't awake emotions he had buried in the depths of his soul long time ago. It was rather easy to frighten you, to show you the worst side of him, this dark, violent façade he had put on, until it became who he was, until it was the only thing he knew.

"Why are you trying so hard? what are you trying to do? You think you are good enough to make me change? To make me the good guy?" He wanted to hurt you, to make you suffer hard enough so that you wouldn't try anymore. He didn't like the effect you had on him, he despised it. He felt nauseous at the sight of the tears in your eyes, at the thought he was the one who caused you to shed them, but he would hate it even more if he allowed you closer, because he would become dependent of you, to the point where he wouldn't be able to live without you. And as he looked down at you, as if you were nothing, as if you meant nothing to him, you couldn't stop the tears from filling your eyes.

"Stop trying so hard, Y/n. Stop thinking you can change me, because you can't." He whispered, his hand gripping your face and his eyes glaring down at you coldly. The tip of the knife in his other hand traced your collarbone, and he smirked slightly. it was almost pitiful, how devoted you were for him, how much you tried to make him a better man. he had you exactly where he wanted, at his mercy. He was in control, and you were obediently taking what he gave you. A small whimper escaped from your mouth when he pressed the tip of the blade against your throat, drawing a small drop of blood from your soft flesh. He leaned forward and licked it, his warm breath tickling you and making you shiver at the same time. It was hard to fear him, because deep down you knew that what he showed you wasn't who he truly was. And yet, when he held you down against the hard wood of the floor, his cock buried deep within you, so deep it felt like he was in your throat, and thrusting in your cunt like a beast, it felt like you really were just an object for his pleasure, for him to throw away once he had enough of you. And it hurt, it hurt so much to think like that, but it was too hard not to.

You looked at him with tearful eyes, heavy with lust and fear, a small gasp escaping from your mouth as he pressed the knife against your throat, the blade slightly cutting your skin with each shaky breath you took, your heart beating impossibly faster and your cunt tightening like a vice around his cock. "B-Blade…!" You squealed, your nails digging into his forearm as you tried to push him away, a little cry leaving your lips as he thrust into you harder, rougher. His eyes darkened, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he threw the knife on the ground, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you towards him in time with his thrusts, using you shamelessly as he chased his release. His grunts echoed in the room along with your own sounds as he rammed his thick length into your dripping hole. It was messy, sloppy, downright dirty, as your slick coated his cock and formed a white ring at his base, even dripping down his balls. A sharp gasp left your mouth as you felt his tongue sliding against your throat, licking the small drops of crimson blood leaking from the cuts he himself made on your skin.

"You like that, Y/n? You’re such a shameless whore, taking my cock in that sloppy little cunt of yours, and loving each inch of it." He whispered, his raspy voice becoming even deeper as he felt you squeeze his shaft at his words, his breath hitching as he felt his release getting closer. "You like being used like a vulgar object? Because that is what you are, an object, a toy… the only thing you can do for me, is opening your legs obediently and letting me have my fun." He chuckled at the small sob you let out, his hips bucking faster against yours. The worst part in all this, is that he didn’t even try to make you feel good, and yet he still was able to make you see stars, the slap of his pubic bone against your clit making you cry and moan louder. You could feel everything, the drag of his heavy cock between your walls, the slap of his skin against yours, and the aching pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Such a dirty slut, fuck…" Blade muttered, his teeth clenched tight and his nails digging into the flesh of your hips as he buried himself into your heat as deep as he could before spilling his cum inside you, painting your velvet walls in white. You came just after him, milking his cock for each drop of seed he could give to your greedy cunt. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply and staying like this a few seconds before pulling out. Without a word, he buckled his belt and stood up, looking down at you with a cold gaze before leaving you there, on the hard floor, with a broken heart and the last remains of his warmth against your skin.

I missed a few days of my kinktober lol sorry-

The worst mistake you could make was provoking Fushiguro Toji, but you still did. Why? Because you’re a dumb girl, like he would call you when you do something like that. This man was possessive, he couldn’t stand having other men touching his girl, and seeing it happening right under his nose made him so mad he could feel the veins of his neck throbbing and becoming more apparent. You were his precious girl, his sweet wife he would usually pamper once at home. But now, he was angry, and when Toji is mad at you, he makes sure to give you a piece of his mind but with his body instead of words.

This man was strong, so strong he could hold you in his arms and using you like a personal fleshlight as if you weighed nothing, his biceps flexing as he lifted you up and down his cock, sticky with your juices and the loads of cum he already pumped into your greedy cunt. He had to do this, to remind you to whom your pussy belongs to. It’s his pussy, only for him to use and to fill.

You moaned and gasped, your eyes rolling back as he buried his cock into your cunt as deep as he could, making you feel so full, full of only him. This man knew how to make you feel good, he knew your body like the back of his hand, he made sure to explore each inch of you, so he could find and memorise what you liked the most. And right now, he was doing everything he could to stimulate every sensitive spots of your body.

You cried out when he increased the pace of his thrusts, your juices and his cum forming a white ring at the base of his cock and dripping down his balls.

You felt so good, he couldn’t stop, and he didn’t want to; even if his cock felt so sensitive, each sharp buck of his hips making him shiver and grunt, he wanted to keep going. It felt just too good to stop, the pain of being overstimulated melting into an aching pleasure. He was just desperate, obsessed with you, with how good you felt, with the hold you had on him, making his heart beat so fast and so hard he could barely think straight. He loved you, to the point of no return, it was too late now, he was yours from the moment you accepted to go out with him, from the moment he got down on one knee and asked your hand in marriage. Maybe even before all that, when you didn’t even know about his existence. Maybe you were destined to each other, like two pieces of a puzzle finally finding each other. It felt like that to him, like destiny, you were his future and more, you were his everything.

He promised you at the end of the aisle that he would make you the happiest, after you both said yes to each other.

"c'mon, love. You can do better." Wriothesley grunted, his fingers tangled in your hair and his head falling back with a soft sigh as you took more of his length into your mouth and down your throat. He chuckled, his half-lidded eyes glancing at Neuvillette, taking in the sight of his disheveled silver hair and reddened face. Neuvillette couldn't even think straight, his lavender eyes staring down at where his body and yours were connected, one of his hands holding the chain of the cuffs tying your wrists behind your back. The only sounds echoing in the room were the low grunts and groans of Wriothesley and Neuvillette, along with the slap of Neuvillette's hips against your ass and your slurping and gagging noses as you choked on Wriothesley's cock. You looked so pretty, so perfect with their cocks filling your mouth and cunt, your glossy eyes looking up at Wriothesley and your hole clenching around Neuvillette's cock when you felt the salty taste of Wriothesley's cum on your tongue. "You're such a good girl, love... Taking us so well and making us so proud, isn't that right, Neuvillette?" He looked up at him, smirking as he saw just how much aroused Neuvillette was, merely holding back his deep moans as he relished in the feeling of being buried deep within you, your cunt hugging his cock so perfectly, as if you were made to take him.

"...of course. She's perfect..." Neuvillette sighed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you up against his chest, his hips bucking against your ass and his lips brushing around the column of your neck. Wriothesley hummed softly, his fingers slipping down your stomach and rubbing against your clit while his lips sucked on one of your nipples. You whined and gasped, your head falling back and resting against Neuvillette's shoulder as he pounded into your squelching, soaked pussy. Wriothesley smirked, his cock hardening just at the sight of you, of how much pleasure Neuvillette and him gave you. Your body was sore, broken moans escaping from your mouth and your thighs trembling as you neared yet another orgasm. You sobbed and babbled nonsense, cumming around Neuvillette’s cock with a cry of his name.

Wriothesley ran a hand through your hair, pressing a kiss against your forehead and then against your lips, swallowing your whines and moans as Neuvillette kept thrusting into your quivering pussy, chasing his own release. It took only mere minutes before he reached it, burying himself inside you as deep as he could and painting your velvety walls with sticky ropes of seed. He groaned and breathed deeply, his nose brushing against the nape of your neck as he held you closer, your back pressed flush against his muscular chest. He pulled out after a few seconds, slowly laying you down and removing the handcuffs from your sore wrists.

Gojo was ecstatic, his pupils were dilated, almost completely swallowing the gorgeous blue of his irises. He couldn't help it, not when his brain was drowning in an ocean of pure bliss, his lungs burning from lack of oxygen and yet he didn't care, he needed more, more, more. His nails dug in the plush of your thighs, his nose bumping against your engorged clit as he made you put more of your weight on his face. He was literally worshiping you, his eyes almost rolling back and his moans muffled by your cunt pressed against his mouth. He didn't mind you using his face as a sit if it meant he could feast on you like this forever. He was messy, sloppy, his chin and cheeks glistening with your juices and his saliva. He wasn't even ashamed of being almost as loud as you, sucking on your clit with loud slurps and then pushing his tongue between your folds and inside your pulsing hole. "Baby, please... Mmph..." He whined, becoming even louder as your hand started pulling at his snow white hair, his own hands grasping your ass as your moved your hips back and forth, his cock pulsing and leaking in his boxers as he felt your clit pulsing against the tip of his nose. He actually felt like he might cum from just having you orgasming on his face like that, his hips slightly bucking up in the air as he licked and sucked on your clit and folds, his tongue lapping as much of your sweetness as he could. God, he loved you, he loved this, he was intoxicated, mesmerized by you, by your scent and by your taste. He couldn't get enough, he never will. Gojo Satoru is a greedy man, and his greed knows no end when it comes to you.

Neuvillette didn’t know how things came to be like this, he just wanted you to stay with him, keeping him company while he took care of some important papers in his office. And yet, here you were, kneeling on the floor between his legs, with his cock stuffed in your mouth and your hands fondling his balls. At first you just wanted to tease him a little, because he was so concentrated on his work that he didn’t even spare you a glance, but now you were actually doing it because he looked so adorable while you bobbed your head, sucking his cock just the way he liked. He could feel his face reddening, his ears and cheeks burning from embarrassment and pleasure. He tried his best to hold back his moans, the pen in his hand trembling as he scribbled on his papers.

His other hand gripped your hair, his body stiffening as he pushed your head further down, forcing more of his length down your throat. He gulped as someone knocked on the door of his office, the receptionist melusine, Sedene, coming in soon after. You almost gagged as the grip of Neuvillette tightened on your hair, holding your head still with his cock buried into your throat as the melusine reminded him that his next trial is in one hour. Your nails dug into his thighs, your body hidden under his desk with his legs caging you, and your throat contracting around his shaft as you tried your best to stay silent while trying to breath at the same time, your face reddening from the lack of air. You could hear Neuvillette coughing to hide a groan, his cock pulsing into your mouth while he shifted in his chair, his teeth clenched tightly as you massaged his balls gently, feeling the vein on the underside of his shaft throbbing against your tongue. You didn’t even have time to understand that the melusine left that he was already spilling his seed directly down your throat, making you gag and choke, tears forming in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. He finally let go of your hair, allowing you to pull his cock out of your mouth, saliva dribbling down your chin as you coughed and gasped for air. You looked up at him with glistening eyes, your tongue swirling over his tip and sucking on it gently. And by the way he was looking down at you right now, it seemed like he didn’t find the whole situation funny, like you did earlier. His breath was heavy, and his eyes darkened with an almost wild, animalistic desire, his hand squishing your cheeks as he pulled you up into a sloppy kiss.

You almost put him in a very, very embarrassing situation in front of an employee he works with, and he had to make sure to give you a lesson you won’t forget once you both go back home. By the way he gripped your throat and kissed you, you knew just how much he was delighted by the idea of putting a brat like you back to your place. It seemed like a promise; be ready for what awaits you, because you will never think about doing something like that again after he’s done with you.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡-

At this point, Neuvillette couldn’t even think straight anymore, he stopped counting how many times you made him orgasm like this, he was basically babbling nonsense, his legs trembling as he struggled to stay on all fours, even though his arms gave up long ago, his face pressed against the mattress and his back arched. He pushed his ass higher in the air, his cock making a mess on the bedsheets, precum dribbling on the fabric as you pushed your fingers in and out of his hole, curling them down so that they would hit the same spot again and again. “𝐘-𝐘/𝐧, 𝐜-𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭... 𝐀𝐠𝐡! 𝐩-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞..!“ He sobbed and drooled, tears rolling down his face and his hole clenching around your fingers while you kept abusing his sweet spot, his cock pulsing and a broken moan erupting from his mouth as your free hand wrapped around it, rubbing his shaft at the same pace as you were fingering him.

“𝐍-𝐍𝐨, ’𝐦 𝐠-𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚...!“ He cried louder, his hands grasping the bedsheets for dear life and his toes curling in pleasure as he came, his cum squirting on your hand and on the sheets. He looked at you over his shoulder, his eyes full with tears and saliva dribbling down his chin, a small cry escaping from his mouth as you pushed your fingers in and out of him slowly. “...𝐜-𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐥-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞...!“

At first glance, Neuvillette didn’t look like a man able to show his emotions. He was quite clumsy, he didn’t understand humans’ feelings well, and he had a hard time understanding himself too. He was the embodiment of justice in Fontaine, the chief of the law, the "Ordainer of Inexorable Judgment", and as such, he only showed a stoic, cold behaviour. Yet this man could be easily upset, if a trial or a duel ended badly, you knew that, as his wife, you would have to face him once he came back home. And of course, you would have to console him and to kiss his tears away so that the sky would go back to his original colour, your kisses chasing both his sadness and the rain.

And once again today, dark clouds stained the sky above Fontaine, the rain and thunder ragging outside your house. You were cooking something to eat for dinner when you heard the front door opening, followed by the heavy footsteps of your husband and the sound of his keys as he put them down. You wiped your hands on the apron you were wearing, and smiled softly as Neuvillette entered in the kitchen. It wasn’t surprising to see him upset, the rain told you that way before he even came back home. Neuvillette slowly walked to you, looking dejected as he rested his hands on your hips and kissed your forehead.

"Is it a bad day, sweetness?" You said softly, gently stroking his cheek before brushing his wet hair away from his forehead. He only nodded, sighing deeply and pulling you closer against him. He was finally home, after another long day. He finally felt at ease in your arms, in your welcoming warmth. At this point, he was pissed, pissed that justice was a way to entertain people, instead of a way to find the truth behind crimes. He was pissed that innocents were put in prison, because everything pointed at them, or because there weren’t enough proofs. He was pissed because of the duels, because people were ready to fight and hurt themselves, or worse, die, just because they wanted to prove themselves innocent, or because they wanted to protect their honour. In the end, most of the time they fought for nothing, because the duels weren’t fair, and they lost most of the time. He was just angry because all his work was to entertain people instead of trying and finding the truth.

“𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞...“ He whispered, his body leaning down so he could rest his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tight against him. His body was stiff and cold, mostly because of his soaked clothes. "You’re drenched, love. Let’s go take a bath, okay?" You smiled softly and kissed his cheek, your fingers gently running through his hair. Dinner was ready, and even if it was cold when you come back, you could just reheat it. Neuvillette was more important right now. You took his hand, and you could feel your heart melting with love as he intertwined his fingers with yours, following you quietly as you walked to the bathroom. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, and turned on the water, running a bath for him. He was leaning against the counter with the sink when you stood up again, his eyes already on you. You helped him remove his clothes, sighing when you felt how cold he was.

"I know you’re upset, Neuvi’. But you have to stop walking in the rain, I don’t want you to get sick." He mumbled something and leaned down a little, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, his body relaxing a little more, thanks to your presence and the warmth the hot water of the bath brought in the bathroom. “𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐘/𝐧...“ His voice was merely above a murmur, his fingers slowly undoing the knot of your apron behind your back as he nuzzled his face in your neck, his nose brushing against your skin as he breathed in your scent. “...𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬... 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮...“ He mumbled quietly, his hands slipping under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin against his palms. You hummed softly and nodded, one of your hand resting against the nape of his neck. "okay, Neuvi’… just get in the tub, I’ll take off my clothes and join you." He nodded slightly, kissing your neck a few times before letting you go, letting his stiff and cold body sink into the warm water of the bath. He sighed deeply, his head falling back against the edge of the tub as he felt his body relaxing, his half-closed eyes gazing at you while you removed your clothes, another smaller sigh leaving his mouth as he admired you with such fervent love in his eyes, it made your heart beat faster. You stepped in the bathtub, sitting between his legs with your back resting against his chest. His arms immediately wrapped around you, his hands resting on your stomach and his thumbs rubbing slow circles against your skin.

“𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞...“ He whispered into your ear, the water of the bath almost overflowing from the tub as he moved you closer against him. You turned your body in his arms, your chest pressed against his and your hands gently massaging his biceps. "But we’re together now, Neuvi’. You can relax again." You kissed him softly, smiling as he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled you closer, kissing you with more fervour. His fingers trailed up and down your spine, a feathery touch brushing against your skin delicately. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as you kissed along his jawline and down his neck, his head falling back and his hands cupping your ass, squeezing it tightly. You hummed softly, nibbling gently on his skin and smiling as you felt his hardening cock pressed against your stomach, his hips bucking slightly to get more friction.

Neuvillette could barely control himself at this point, his face bright red and his eyes dazed and half-lidded as he looked at you. He moaned quietly as you kissed his chest, your tongue teasing his nipples. At this point, he was ready to beg, to plead and whine for you to touch him and make him feel better. He needed you, anything was good, as long as you touched him. His mouth fell agape when he felt the warmth of your cunt pressing against his throbbing cock, the water of the bath doing nothing to lessen the addictive sensations it gave him. He nuzzled his face in your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your warm skin, his hips bucking up and a soft whimper leaving his mouth as you positioned your hips for him to easily be able to push directly into your hole. He moaned, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he buried himself into your warmth, his eyes rolling back and his hands gripping your hips for dear life. You held him tightly, whispering sweet words into his ear and running your fingers through his hair as he kept still, staying buried within you for a few minutes, his breath heavy and ragged against your neck. He sniffed and kissed your neck, small moans and whimpers escaping from his mouth each times he felt your hole throbbing and clenching around his cock. He was so sensitive, maybe because he didn’t have time, due to his busy work, to have proper sex with you for a few days. “𝐈-𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐎-𝐎𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟-𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐏-𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮...“

"We should go to the bedroom, Neuvi—" You gasped as he lifted you up, his hands gripping the back of your thighs tightly. He stepped out of the bathtub with you in his arms, carrying you straight into the bedroom without caring about the water overflowing from the bath and dribbling from his body and yours. He laid you down on the bed slowly, his hands tracing your body and holding your legs over his shoulders, his lips brushing against your calf. “𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲... 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲...“ He whispered, his eyes focused on how his cock was nestled in the velvety walls of your cunt, a low moan rumbling in his chest as he rolled his hips against yours. You looked divine underneath him, radiating with desire and making him feel things he couldn’t even describe. You felt like heaven, and right now, with his cock buried deep into you, he was really starting to think that he was there. His biceps were flexing, veins pulsing on his forearms and hands as he gripped your thighs, holding them against his chest and thrusting his hips forward, his head falling back as he felt you tightening around him. You were like a forbidden fruit, and he felt like a starving man unable to stop from eating it. He didn’t mind becoming a sinner if it was for you, he would sin again and again without a second thought. It felt too good to stop, and it was too late for that either way. He was already addicted, obsessed. He needed you, he wanted you, he craved you. He could seem crazy, and he was, he was crazy for you, he fell too hard to even think about standing again without you. You were his salvation, the oxygen he desperately needed to live.

He breathed heavily, his eyes rolling back and his fingers gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, his hips sloppily bucking into you. It felt so good, so good he couldn’t even think straight, he felt like he was about to fall into a precipice his own desire created. At this point he was lost in a haze of pleasure, and you weren’t far behind him, your voice cracking and shaking as he slammed his cock into you relentlessly, your hands grasping the bedsheets for dear life. You couldn’t even be embarrassed about the lewd squelching sounds coming from your cunt each time his cock plunged in, as he fucked you until your brain became mush. He leaned forward, folding your body in half, your thighs pressed against your chest and your knees almost brushing your ears. He was moaning just as loud as you were, babbling incoherently and whimpering like a dog in heat as he rutted into you. “𝐛-𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤... 𝐒-𝐒𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐠-𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝... 𝐍𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐡..! ’𝐦 𝐬-𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛-𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤... 𝐩-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞...!“ He begged, his hands gripping the sheets on each sides of your head and his thrusts becoming messier, sloppier, tears forming in his ears and broken moans leaving his lips as he tried to hold back, desperately trying to keep going. It felt so good, so good he didn’t want to stop.

You nodded dumbly, not trusting your voice right now, your throat already sore from moaning. Neuvillette moaned, almost whined as he buried himself as deep as he could into your warmth, his eyes rolling back once again as he spilled his seed inside you, his hips bucking against yours slightly. You pulled him against you, your legs now wrapping around his waist and your mouth pressing sloppy kisses against his neck as he whimpered your name. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead and back due to his sweat. "Shh… it’s okay, baby… breath slowly…" you whispered, trying to calm down yourself as you kissed his jaw. “’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤...“ He said quietly and buried his face into the crook of your neck, small whimpers escaping from his mouth as he felt your hole pulsing slightly around his sensitive cock. He held his breath, and moved his hips slightly, the overstimulation making his body tremble. But he couldn’t stop yet, he wasn’t selfish enough to stop after being the only one climaxing. His thumb rubbed your clit and his started to thrust yet again into your soaked hole. Your teeth dug into his shoulder and you squealed as he slammed into you desperately, his thumb rubbing your clit faster as he felt your walls hugging his cock tighter. “𝐩-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲...! 𝐂𝐮𝐦, 𝐜-𝐜𝐮𝐦...“ He pleaded, his voice cracking and his hips stuttering as he finally felt you pulse and clench around him, a broken moan erupting from his sore throat as he spilled another load of his cum into your womb.