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If there was one thing Yuuta couldn't deny it was the hunger he felt for Maki.
Even if he couldn't completely comprehend why he felt something like that, why hunger out of everything, it was there, clutching his stomach as if he hadn't eaten in days. It was a hollow sensation that left him famished, craving for her attention, her touch, her smell, her smirks, for all the little things that made her Maki.
Maki.
Look at me.
See me.
Smile at me.
Anything he could get-any word, any sneer, any glance-, he devoured it like he had been famished and still felt unsatisfied. He wanted more, and yet he didn't know exactly what he needed to end the persistent emptiness in his stomach. He needed something, anything that could quell the hunger that tormented his mind, kept him awake at nights and made him stand outside Maki's bedroom door until it was early morning and the birds chirped outside. Yuuta was so, so hungry for that something that could calm him down, and not knowing exactly what it was made him unsettled and irritated, shown in the way he hesitated during training and failed parry her attack, taking the full blow of her weapon to his face, knocking him to the ground. And finally, the answer to that something came so abruptly that Yuuta couldn't help but relive the moment over and over again later that night when it dawned on him exactly what he needed.
Maki brushed dirt off his cheek with her thumb.
It hadn't been a romantic gesture at all; she furiously scolded him that he had been too distracted and continued to make rookie mistakes at this level.
“If you continue like this you won’t move forward!”
Embarrassed, he looked down, unable to meet her glare. Snarling, she helped him up and rubbed off the mud that had stuck to his cheek. That gesture that didn’t even last three seconds had been enough to quell the hunger that had tormented him for weeks. For once, he felt full and satisfied. And when Maki’s hand moved away, Yuuta instinctively leaned towards it, wishing that its touch would last forever. But she was already walking away, leaving him wanting for more.
He wanted more.
At first it was difficult to find excuses to get Maki to touch him-mostly because she didn’t have any reason to do so- and he wasn’t going to dirty his own cheeks like a toddler so she could rub it off every single time. He has almost given up, resigned to starve forever as he played with the hem of his jacket when Maki’s fingers were running through his hair, combing it absentmindedly as they stood side by side awaiting for Ijichi to bring the car around.
“You look different.” She commented as she tilted her face to see him better.
A different hairstyle almost made Yuuta unrecognizable to everyone else, but Gojo had insisted on changing it so he would look ‘more appealing’. More mature.
In reality, his cousin wanted some company as he looked for trouble with women with heavy makeup and long nails at clan meetings, all while trying to catch the attention of a completely different one. It was quite sad considering that his teacher’s behavior was the sole reason why Utahime didn’t look at him as something else other than her annoying and irresponsible kouhai. Yuuta had seen it. In a strange, but reassuring way, he had found the familiar glimmer of hunger on those azure eyes that shone with the same desire he felt. It was almost like seeing his own reflection on a mirror as he watched Gojo stare at Utahime from across the table, lips pressed thin and index finger moving restlessly against the thumb. But unlike his, Gojo’s hunger had been there longer, quelled in the arms of other women that had similar features to the one he wanted in order to assuage it.
And him?
Yuuta quelled it with the little things Maki threw in his direction. From flicking his forehead playfully, her smirk at his last improvement with the sword, to her fixing his collar, to that hair ruffling she had given him days ago with a beaming smile. It was meant to be mischievous, a joke to put his hair back to its old hairstyle, and left him with a blush so deep that Maki blushed as well, pushing his face away with a snarl. That had left him satisfied for days, before he craved for more. The little things weren’t enough and his hunger began to appear in shorter intervals. He craved for more touching, more smiles, more glances, more Maki. And Yuuta learnt the bad way that if he didn’t nurture that hunger, it would gain control of him.
Like Gojo.
He had meant to bring the report of his last mission to his office when Utahime’s voice stopped him.
“Why can’t you let go of me? What do you want?”
It was said in a mixture of sobbing and a gasp of pleasure, grunts coming out sharply through the half-open door of the teacher’s break room. Yuuta hadn’t meant to listen to any of that but it was said with such pain and sadness that he was nailed to the floor instantly, weighing his options to stay put, or do something.
Should he intervene? Should he do something, like a loud noise or-
Gojo’s voice came out tinted in ecstasy.
“I love you-“
“No, you don’t!”
Yuuta flinched at the sharp sound of a slap, growing uncomfortable by the second. His mind screamed he should leave in that instant. However, his legs weighted like lead, refusing to move a centimeter. The grunts stopped, and it was followed by the rustling of clothes.
“I do love you, Uta. I love you so much. “ There was a buckle, a choked up mewl and Gojo’s voice deepened in a baritone Yuuta had never heard. “I love you so much I want to ravage your body every time I see you.”
Oh.
So that would happen if he didn’t quell his hunger.
He would end up doing that.
It was both scary and strange. It was like a sense of dejavú, a very clear and loud warning placed in front of him of what he would end up doing to Maki. Utahime said something else that Yuuta couldn’t hear, but the pacing of the grunts and skin slapping against skin returned faster and louder, making him blush furiously.
“Gojo-“ he heard Utahime gasp, all pain leaving her voice, and now filled with lust, desire and want.
“‘Gonna fill you up, Hime,” Gojo growled, the sound of furniture scraping against the floor becoming faster and louder like Utahime’s voice. “I’m gonna fill you so good with my cum.”
The sounds became blurred and that was Yuuta’s queue to leave as quickly as he could, mortified and embarrassed. He encountered Maki on his way back to his dorm so abruptly that he muffled a scream, making her flinch and look at him weird.
“You okay?”
In the middle of his panic Yuuta managed to give her a crooked smile followed by a nervous giggle, blabbing that he had been running a few moments before. Maki’s eyes narrowed but nodded, giving him a second glance.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
In reality, he wasn’t fine. He was perturbed and all he could think of in that moment as he watched her glare soften was that he would never do to her what he had heard a few minutes ago. Maki didn’t deserve that. No matter how starved he would be, no matter how much he wanted it, he would never hurt her. Her well-being was more important than anything he felt.
He would rather starve than make her suffer.
The more they stood in that awkward silence, it was pretty obvious Maki didn’t believe his feeble excuse for his flustered state, so she placed her hand on his forehead. Immediately, Yuuta closed his eyes. He had to savor it. However, unlike the other touches, this one lasted longer. Maki not only touched his forehead, but also cupped his cheek, and he opened his eyes in confusion. A slight concern glimmering in her golden eyes.
Worry.
She was truly worried for him.
Maki.
Maki.
Look at me.
Look at me more.
She didn’t move and Yuuta allowed himself to melt into the touch, completely leaning against the palm that held his cheek, shivers running down his spine, skin tingling where Maki's fingertips touched. His hunger was instantly quelled, substituted with fullness and a deep purr rumbled in the deepest part of his soul-one that wasn’t his, and had lived with it for the last five years. Seconds passed and Maki still didn’t move her hand away. Yuuta glanced up to find her blushing, golden eyes fixated in the dark abyss as something flashed through them, something that made his heart rush when he recognized that flicker. He suddenly yelped when Maki grabbed his cheeks roughly and pushed him away with a growl.
“Let’s go.” She grumbled looking to the side before walking without waiting for him.
Stunned, Yuuta could only nod, rubbing the throbbing skin with a beaming smile as he followed her inside the dormitories. The sight of her pink ears almost made him hungry again, but this one was different.
This one came with the desire to push her against the wall holding both of her hands as he kissed her roughly.
The image left as soon as it came and Yuuta only smiled timidly as he made dinner next to Maki. She, again, ignored him, looking away with a scowl and pink ears. Come dinner, no one said anything about the swollen red mark on their teacher’s cheek while a tiny smirk sat on his face as they ate, making casual conversation as if his hair and clothes weren’t disheveled. Internally, Yuuta wondered if anyone else could smell the sweet perfume on his body or see how his finger played with the white ribbon that was stuffed inside his jacket’s pocket. Gojo looked at the silk in a way Yuuta was familiar with, and for a moment, he pondered the idea of talking to him about the recent emotions he had been feeling towards Maki. In the end, doubt is what stopped him from doing it because it wasn’t normal to have thoughts of keeping Maki locked up in his room, away from everyone else. Yuuta kept quiet, and Gojo left, telling them that he had “stuff to work on” to which everyone else sighed heavily.
“No one buys that lie anymore, Satoru.” Maki snarked, and their teacher stuck out his tongue in a rude way, leaving the room with a silly laugh.
The next morning, Yuuta saw through the window of the second floor how Gojo twirled Utahime’s hair in his finger by the building entrance. So she had spent the night, he realized. She didn’t look harmed in any way, and Gojo was leaning over her shoulder. From that distance Yuuta couldn’t exactly tell what he was doing, but Utahime’s face turned bright red, hiding behind the long sleeve of her kodose when he leaned closer, hands traveling down her body before she shoved his teacher away with a scowl, quickly making her way down the stairs as Gojo watched her, smiling with the glint of a predator. He looked like at any second he would pounce and snick his teeth on her neck, eat her whole and not leave a trace. However, he didn’t, and returned to the school building with a smirk, humming a sing-song, and Yuuta suddenly felt guilty for thinking that Gojo would do anything that twisted.
However, weeks later, he discovered he hadn’t been wrong. That realization came like a dark stain in his happiness, a reminder that deep down they shared the same blood and the same hunger that made them famished if they didn’t feed regularly.
Prior to that day, Yuuta’s own hunger was minimal, almost non-existent because Maki kept it that way. It started with glares turned into soft gazes, hits turned into hands brushing, and her grumbling about what a terrible support he was on missions turned into her leaning against his shoulder on the way back to the school. He shared a knowing smile with Ijichi as he carefully carried her out of the car, careful not to wake her up. Maki instinctively leaned against his neck and Yuuta could be in heaven in that moment, his grip becoming tighter around her sleeping body. Perhaps Ijichi had been trying to be polite, considering he looked quite frail, and had actually offered to help him carry Maki. His smile instantly faded at the sight of his outstretched hands approaching and that was the moment Rika manifested. It had never been his intention to react that way, but the mere fact that the man had tried to touch Maki had filled it with murderous intent, shown in the way Rika hissed in warning at the assistant, making him stumble and fall the ground frightened. After a moment, Yuuta reacted as he was expected.
"Rika-chan!" He gasped. "You mustn’t!"
The curse refused to recede and it was Ijichi who finally retreated, stammering an excuse before running off in a panic. Yuuta dropped his scared act once he saw that he had gotten far enough and turned to see Maki, who was still asleep, unaware of what had happened. She barely reacted when Rika ran her finger through her cheek, wanting to understand his own feelings. Feelings she also felt even if it weren’t her own, slowly mixing in her soul.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Yuuta guided the curse’s touch. “Rika-chan, can you feel it? How Maki makes the hunger go away?”
She felt it. She knew it. Rika knew Maki was the key to stop that hollow hunger that tormented him for months. She understood that no one but him should touch her. That they should be the ones by her side at all times. That no one else should look at her sleeping face as the morning approached. Yuuta made sure to get out of the room before Maki woke up. Even if he was exhausted the next day, it had been worthwhile since the hostility he had always felt on the back of his mind had been substituted with expectation for Maki’s next touch.
“Hey.” She yawned.
“Good morning Maki.”
She looked at him, arching an eyebrow. “You look awful. Did you sleep last night?”
Yuuta smiled sheepishly. “A bit.” He lied.
Frowning, Maki ran her thumb under his eye bags.
“Keep doing that and you’ll never get rid of these.”
He chuckled lightly, and Maki didn’t move her hand away until Toge’s footsteps approached the kitchen. Even if the touch had ended, Yuuta had noticed how Maki initiated more often. How it lasted longer than usual. How it came with the familiar glimmer Rika had in her eyes. Maki, who seemed cold and distant to everyone else, got closer and closer until she finally kissed him.
The kiss itself had caught Yuuta off guard and it had been quite obvious Maki was hesitant to give it by the way her lips stopped a brush from his after their usual sparring session. As he made idle conversation, Maki had been the one who came closer, glancing between his nose and chin and cut him off when she leaned in. Their gazes met, and she gave him a second to pull away before finally bringing them together.
They were kissing and his hunger ended so abruptly he had never felt so relieved in his life.
This.
This was the answer. The thing he had been famished for months.
So he ate.
Her approach had been stiff and a bit hesitant, but his was wrapped in a frenzy that disconcerted Maki as he moved forward, his lips trapping hers in a desperate kiss because he wanted more. He wanted so much more, so he held Maki in his arms to cut off her escape as he kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Yuuta wanted even more and slid his tongue against her mouth, asking permission to enter. Maki, no doubt overwhelmed, made a sound that was a mixture of a moan and a gasp, allowing him inside in that carelessness.
She tasted so much better than he had imagined.
Wet, sloppy sounds filled the air as he ate her greedily, placing his hand on the back of her neck so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue battling with hers. He almost couldn’t breathe since he was desperate to taste as much as he could until they finally had to separate, panting desperately for air. Maki was gripping his jacket to support herself and her eyes were murky with desire and want, so similar like his. Their weapons were left forgotten on the ground as they kept kissing, and Yuuta’s hold on her body became tighter and tighter with each one. Slowly, their frenzy calmed down as the kisses grew lazy. They were almost experimenting at that point for what made them feel good. A comfortable silence hung around them as Yuuta ran the tip of his fingers through Maki’s cheek, a shiver running down his spine when this time she rested her head against his palm.
She had wanted this as much as he did, but he would give her more.
He would give her the love she deserved.
While Yuta didn't care how he showed the world the way he held her up on a pedestal, Maki didn't know exactly how to react to that worship. Unlike Rika, who loved to show off his love towards her, Maki was surprisingly shy when it came to affection. At first he had found it cute until he realized that she didn't know that this was supposed to be normal, that this was how love should be.
After all, she had never felt it before.
Flustered, Maki reacted to his love the only way she knew: with a smack to his forehead, a threatening growl, or simply looked away with colored ears after he gently held her hand, scoffing as if she was offended. Even if Rika grew irritated, Yuuta couldn't get enough of it, finding her reactions adorable. He wanted more-he needed more-, and at one point he felt that he would end up devouring Maki when she finally returned a smile.
A genuine one.
He had kissed so roughly later that even her hair became a mess, and she had to redo her ponytail before they returned with the others.
Little by little, Maki was able to return their love in her own way, small tokens of affection-smiles, caresses, flicks, giggles, smirks, the pecks on his cheek that satisfied him for days, leaving him smiling as he held her against his chest in a hug. That way Maki didn't show her blush-her weakness, as she so graciously called it-, and he could enjoy the proximity of their bodies. There, Yuuta was delighted to know that a part of Maki was soft for him. As Panda used to say, she was nicer when he was around. He was different from everyone else.
“You can keep doing that.” He heard her say, barely audible above the noise of the movie they were watching in her room.
“Do what?”
“That.”
It took a second to understand that she was enjoying the feeling of Rika’s claws playing with her hair, tugging softly on the base. Goosebumps ran through his skin and Yuuta couldn’t help but to smile wide.
He was special.
They were special.
They had a spot in her life made especially for them. Maki allowed them inside and now they would never leave. Yuuta slowly imitated Rika’s gesture and watched the way Maki melted into it, closing her eys to enjoy it more. He kept going and suddenly Maki stifled a gasp as his hand purposefully brushed the soft curve of her chest. Yuuta felt her squirm for an instant in his embrace before settling down, catching her breath as he did it, his fingertips brushing the place where her sports bra covered her nipple. After a moment of quiet, Maki pressed her body against him and Yuuta rested his chin on her shoulder, able to see what he was doing.
“Can I?” He asked sheepishly.
He repeated the action, noticing how she held a gasp, a deep blush coloring her face.
“You can,” Maki said, breathless and flushed as she watched his hands move under her shirt and lift it up. Under the thick cloth of the sports bra, her nipples were already poking through the fabric, and now Yuuta held his breath as he rubbed his thumbs over them, gently touching and giving tentative tugs. Maki wriggled in his arms, throwing her head backwards with a quiet moan when he groped her breasts, kneading the flesh slowly. Her eyes were half-lidded, drowning herself in arousal and hiding her face in the pillow when he managed to pull up the sports bra. Her body shivered when his fingers grazed her harden nipples and in a blur, Yuuta maneuvered their bodies in bed so she would lay on her back and he rested on her chest, excitedly groping her breasts before he eagerly began lapping one of her nipples, taking it in his mouth.
It tasted so good.
Yuuta wasn’t ashamed of the content moan he made as he sucked it, flicking his tongue against it before biting the tip, pulling as gently as he could. His eyes were locked on Maki’s face, delighted when her mouth fell open, her moans becoming louder and louder as he kept playing with her chest, his hand twisting and pulling the other nipple as he kept suckling, alternating his pacing. He realized that her hips were moving, thrusting on the air and bumping against his body the faster he went, the harder he pulled her nipple with his teeth, and suddenly, Maki let out a sharp moan, legs twitching visibly as her toes curled in the sheets. She panted heavily, tears on the corner of her eyes as he slowly stopped, giving timid kitty licks as she relaxed completely on the sheet.
And in that pleasured haze Yuuta remembered that Maki also had the ability to wrestle him for dominance, and soon he found himself in the same place she had been a moment before, her hand beginning to undo the knot of his pants.
She wanted to suck him off.
“Maki,” he tried to stop her, embarrassed at the sight of the tent in his pants. “Maki, you don’t have to-“
“I want to,” she slurred, still high with arousal as she pulled down his underwear.
When his cock was finally free, Maki stared at it with a mixture of curiosity and awe, making him self-conscious. In his struggle to cover up, Yuuta held his breath when Maki ran a hand down its length, gripping the base and moving up again.
“It’s warm.”
A deep blush spread through his cheeks.
“Don’t say that!”
“Why? It’s true,” She kept moving her hand, making him muffle a gasp. “It’s warm.”
With his heart in his mouth, Yuuta watched as Maki began to leave a trail of hesitant kisses down his groin. He grunted, embarrassed and excited. He felt everything. From the softness of her breasts between his thighs, to the feeling of her tongue beginning to trail up the length of his cock. He watched it all, drinking as much as he could when Maki began sucking the tip. A slight frown formed at the taste of his precum and Yuuta jumped in to stop her before she slammed him back into the bed.
“Stay down and let me do this for you.” She snarled, glaring a silent warning before resuming, this time lapping the head carefully.
Yuuta held back his own voice, gripping the sheet when she touched the slit, moving her tongue around it.
“Is this okay?” She heard him ask and he could only nod, watching as she took his cock into her mouth.
The eye contact wasn’t awkward, but attentive, looking out for any signs of discomfort as she began to slowly bobble, stabilizing her hands on his hips. Yuuta breathed with anticipation, eyes trained on the way her lips closed around his cock, how her eyelashes fluttered as she dared to take him further and further. His panting grew quicker as the pleasant feeling in his stomach and suddenly, he was unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips up, gripping the sheets so hard he was pretty sure he had ripped them once he came down from his high. That, and the painful jab to his side. He blinked confused as Maki wiped the corner of her mouth, glaring at him.
“Warn me next time, dumbass.” She hissed, fixing her clothes with a huff.
Realizing what had happened, Yuuta began to apologize profusely. A part of him felt absolutely mortified for what he had done and the other couldn’t stop thinking that she had swallowed everything. Maki was grumpy, but accepted his apology, even joking that he could repay her later.
And he did. The sight of her sucking his cock lingered in his mind and it only made his hunger worse, paired up when he remembered the way her nipples felt in his mouth. He wanted more. He needed more. And on a mission, Yuuta cornered Maki against a tree deep in the forest where they had been sent to exorcize the curses lingering around, and kissed her desperately. She panted against his mouth, sucking a breath when his hands began to travel up her skirt.
“Here?”
“Yes, yes , please let me,” he swallowed, unable to control himself as he rested his forehead on shoulder. “Please let me do this.”
He would die if he didn’t quell the hunger. Maki‘s eyes became murky with desire as soon as he rubbed two fingers against her clothed core, grinning her hips against the heel of his hand. She too wanted this.
“Lean on me,” Yuuta said and Maki did, supporting herself as got lost in his touch.
But there were too many layers and too much time to remove them one by one. Impatient, Yuuta tore her tighs and underwear in a single pull and Maki gasped out loud, arousal turned into anger.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised, tilting his head and drawing his best timid smile.
Innocent. Pure. Unable to hurt anyone. Just like Rika had taught him.
Blushing, Maki huffed in annoyance and looked away, parting her legs slightly so he could still have access between them. He realized how hard he was breathing by the time he slid his fingers within her folds, finding her pleasantly wet before dipping them further inside, rubbing her clit with his thumb. He watched Maki’s reactions as he moved them, picking up the pace, twisting and moving his fingers as best as he could. She struggled to keep her balance as he kept going deeper and deeper, bucking her hips into his hand, gasping, telling him to keep going. The rough, bumpy spot that touched the palm of his fingers as he curled them made Maki's eyes widen as she grabbed his shoulders with a gasp, her legs trembling and her hips rocking against the heel of his hand as she gushed over it, slick dripping to the ground. As she melted in pleasure, Yuuta trailed kisses down her, enjoying the sensation of her walls throbbing around his fingers. He stopped right where he felt her pulse, quick and accelerated. There was nothing he wanted more than to bite her. He wanted to leave a mark there, red and throbbing. Yuuta was able to suppress that desire by sticking the fingers that had been inside Maki into his mouth, delighting in the taste, calming his hunger.
But it wasn’t enough.
It was becoming harder and harder to control; the more he obtained, the more he wanted, constantly searching for crumbs, that unforgiving hunger growled for anything he could take from Maki. Anything would do, even if it was just a little taste.
“Gojo’s spending the night in Kyoto. I heard him talking on the phone with Utahime-sensei like an idiot.”
Yuuta glanced on his side where Maki kept a straight face as they washed the dishes together.
“Oh.” Is all he was able to say.
“So,”
“So?”
“Do you want to spend the night?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have protection?”
He almost dropped the plate in his hands.
“No.”
“Um,” she said, almost disappointed. “We’ll figure something out.”
Trying to steady his breathing, Yuuta nodded. The way they work around their problem was by him grinding his cock against her clit.
“Faster,” Maki whined and Yuuta was happy to listen, snapping his hips in a furious pace that had them both moaning incoherently.
On their rush, they hadn’t taken off their clothes completely and like him, Maki was sweating, hair sticking to her forehead as she squirmed under him, face twisted up with pleasure. She looked so pretty. So delectable, so delicious. So Yuuta leaned in and bit the juncture of her neck. The sound Maki made was the most obscene and beautiful he had ever heard, watching with fascination how she squirted all over his cock. Dropping his head to her shoulder, Yuuta shuddered through his own orgasm, thrusts turning sloppy as he heard Maki mewl from the overstimulation, shaky hands gripping his shirt as a pleasant warmth spreed through their bodies. Yuuta kissed her sweetly as her eyelids began to drop. Next time he would see her face as she came. He wanted to burn the image into his mind. For now, he was satisfied by watching her sleep, her lips slightly parted with a bit of drool dripping on the corner. When the faintest feeling of hunger began to grip his stomach, Yuuta calmed it down immediately by cuddling her. It was so sweet and so simple-like the sweetness of dessert after a meal. He couldn’t help but to curve his lips in a tiny smile as he watched her chest move in a steady breathing, and he nuzzled against her chest where he heard a steady heartbeat.
And Maki pulled away.
Maybe he had pushed too hard against her body, or it was too hot under the covers, but whatever had been the reason, Maki had pulled away from him and Yuuta felt as if that impossibly short distance had torn him apart.
Why would she do that?
Why would she move away from him?
His chest squeezed painfully- Why? Why? Why? Why are you letting go? Maki, Maki, HOW DARE YOU LET GO - and Yuuta realized that Rika’s fingers had closed around Maki’s leg. It would be so easy to break it, he realized. At his order, Rika could render it useless. He could do that and more. He could take more, and more, and more until there was nothing left of anyone else, just for him and the curse that ran its fingers carefully through Maki’s sleeping form. She frowned and groaned annoyed, now moving closer to him in reflex, regaining some of the space she had put there herself. His anxiety calmed down along with the storm forming in his mind. The curse repeated the action seeing how happy it made him, causing Maki to groan again and curled up next to Yuuta, who found it adorable as well as Rika. Then her sharp teeth then came closer to Maki’s neck and the warning glare Yuuta gave to the curse was enough to make it back away, whimpering in the darkness of the room. It immediately made Maki stir and sigh.
“Stop crying...” she muttered in her sleep, reaching out blindly to touch his face in a clumsy attempt to console him.
Yuuta automatically reached into the touch, stealing its warmth, enjoying its softness as Maki fell back asleep. Bitterly, he knew that gesture was for neither of them, saved for a person that a long, long time ago shared the same bed, and unfortunately, shared the same face.
The twin.
He never thought that she would annoy him, but alas, she did. His first time seeing her, all those months ago on the Goodwill Event, hadn't been exactly delightful. Mai was cruel, a bully, and enjoyed putting others beneath her to compensate for her lack of strength. When Gojo had casually dropped that he and Maki were close over dinner, the glare she threw in his direction had irritated him, but carefully hid it with practiced nervousness and trembling voice. She had no right to feel like that. Even though their relationship was stranded from the moment Maki chose to walk for herself in a path to be stronger, her leech of a sister still tried to drag her down in any way she could. Maki, as kind as she was, had actually tried to mend that burnt bridge, reestablish a connection with the person she had sworn to protect only to be rewarded with a long string of unanswered texts that varied from ‘hey’, ‘how are u’, ‘are you eating well?’ , and one that dated back from December 24 th.
‘I heard you got sent to the frontlines’
It was sent two hours before the attack started, and like the others, no answer came. It was as if Mai didn’t even care that Maki almost died that day. Even if she tried to brush it off as something normal, Yuuta saw the way her look became distant and cold; that indifference backfired on their relationship as training became harder, unresponsive and frankly, worrisome, given that Maki insisted on staying up late training by herself for someone that didn’t even care for her.
He did.
Rika did .
That was why the curse crushed her leg as Maki was about to land a blow to his chest. He cried her name with fright and shock, holding her close to him as she writhed on the ground in pain, blood staining the grass. Toge and Panda immediately stepped in front of them, ready to stop Rika if she attacked her again, but the curse just disappeared into her void, hissing as if she hated Maki. But this was for her own good. They loved her, and this was necessary to bring her into her senses. He purposely took longer than necessary to heal her leg so the pain would engrave in her memory, and for the rest of the afternoon, Yuuta stood by her bed in the infirmary looking guilty. It saddened him that Maki thought Rika continued to hate her since it fed that disgusting belief that everyone else did for being unable to produce cursed energy. However, it was Rika herself that whispered in his ear that this was okay.
This was good.
The curse could hurt her in his stead and Yuuta would always be her safe haven, her lighthouse, the person she could fully trust even if everyone else turned on her. Rika didn’t mind being the bad guy as long as that made Maki stay where she belonged.
By his side.
He was suddenly pulled back to reality when a hand slapped the side of his head and turned to find golden eyes staring at him, unable to see the curse that loomed around them because her glasses rested by the nightstand.
“I’m still alive, idiot,” she smirked. “So stop making that face.”
A tiny laugh escaped from Yuuta’s lips because it was true. Maki would never die from something like that. And as planned, the pain was enough to make her forget about what had happened with Mai’s unresponsive line of texts and returned to their usual routine, even if she became more wary of Rika’s presence.
But they had done enough. They had done good. They had helped her. Everything they did was for her sake.
For that reason, Yuuta thought it would be best for Maki if she never read the message Mai sent her one night when she was in the shower after they had kissed heavily on her bed. He wasn't really bothered by the smell of sweat after training, but Maki had literally had to push him away from her in order to make a space between them.
"Shower."
He kissed her neck, trying to keep going. “It’s okay-"
"Shower." She cut him off, glaring at him with a blush before getting up and quickly going to the bathroom. After running to shower in his own room and go back with some foam clinging to the tip of his hair as he eagerly awaited for Maki to finish, her phone chimed with a text notification he hadn’t heard before. The name he saw on the screen along with the words below it made his good mood instantly evaporate. It certainly didn't help that Rika nearly clawed her way through the device that had bothered him.
"Enough, Rika-chan." He warned her as she read the empty words over and over with seriousness.
After all those months, Mai decided to answer her with this. No apology, no indication of regret for how she had hurt Maki. He looked at the text again for a second before entering the passcode and erasing it.
He didn't want it to spoil the atmosphere. He didn't want anything to ruin this.
After all, for as long as he stood by her side, she wouldn’t need her sister ever again.
All the irritation he felt evaporated instantly when the door of the bathroom opened and Maki stepped out wrapped in a towel, flesh pink and smelling like coconut. Yuuta waited patiently for her to come to him, to give herself in his arms as they explored each other’s bodies tentatively at first before going further to where clothes had stopped them before. She wanted this as much as he did, shown by the way she grabbed his hands and shoved it against her crotch with a trembling moan.
“Touch me already.” She ordered, and Yuuta happily obliged.
She was so wet he had no problem sliding a finger inside, curling it sharply against her velvety walls. If he hadn’t held her tightly, Maki would have fallen to the floor when her knees gave out. He maneuvered her body easily, enjoyed how sensitive it grew as he kept moving his fingers. But he wouldn’t let her finish like this. No. Tonight he craved something different. Maki understood what he wanted to do once he laid her on the bed and began to trail kisses down her stomach, bringing his hands up to grip the back of her thighs, indulging himself with a thorough squeeze of the toned flesh. It made her blush furiously and this time Yuuta smirked against her skin. Dropping one last kiss on her stomach, he pulled her legs up.
He didn’t eat.
He devoured .
He feasted.
Oh, he had been so hungry for this, for this flavor, for her, for Maki, Maki, Maki, Maki-
“Yuuta,” she moaned and he sucked her clit, kissed it sweetly and licked it in broad stripes, making sure he moved his tongue around it.
Slick began to drip from her slit and Yuuta took a moment to contemplate how pretty it looked before sliding his tongue inside. He mouthed and licked every inch his tongue could reach, loving the way Maki’s thighs got closer around his head. He knew she was going to come from the way she began to breathe raggedy and how he felt her walls tighten around his tongue, so Yuuta made good on his promise and kept his eyes locked on her face, rubbing the tip of his nose against her clit.
“Wait-“ Maki gasped, choking a cry that only made him slide his tongue further, slithering it against her walls and slurping the slick that leaked. “Wait, wait-“
He prevented her from squirming away by holding her legs, his grip becoming firm and fingers sinking into the skin, leaving clear prints of what he was doing. Only he would leave those. Yuuta would never share to anyone else the sight of Maki panting breathless and flushed as the spams of the orgasm coursed through her body, gushing in his mouth. She rocked her hips against his face and Yuuta happily kept licking the excess of slick dripping between her legs and onto the sheets, making a mess. Oh, how satisfied he felt. How full he was. Once Maki pushed him away, mewling from the overstimulation, Yuuta searched of the condom he had brought this time. There, panting in the sea of sheets, Maki looked so delectable as he rolled the rubber on and slapped it on purpose against her entrance. She gasped and arched her back, tears dripping down the corner of her eyes.
“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” He asked, looking guilty as he traced her inner thigh with his hand, pulling her puffy folds to the side.
“No,” Maki mumbled in the sheets, watching as he rubbed his cock up and down her slit. “You did nothing wrong.”
He smiled softly and entwined their hands before he pushed inside. He was finally quelling the hollow hunger, feeding it what it had craved all along. Even as strong as she was, Maki couldn’t help but to frown and hold her breath when her purity was broken and he was fully inside of her. They were finally one.
“Move,” she whispered, a hidden plea under those words.
He did; slowly and steady, afraid to hurt her since first times were supposed to hurt, and once again he made the mistake of underestimating Maki because her legs wrapped around his hips to bring him closer, pushing him further inside as she placed his hands over her breasts.
“Yuuta, move ,” she was practically whirting under him, rocking her hips against him.
She had wanted this as much as he did. She wanted him, she wanted him, she wanted him-
He slammed his hips down mercilessly and Maki choked up, breathing through the pleasure and pain.
“I love you,” he sighed and didn't recognize his own voice, the shocks of pleasure taking over his senses as he watched Maki's body jerk forward with each slam. "I love you Maki."
She was trembling and he did everything he could to soothe the pain; he kissed her, moving his tongue inside the way he knew she liked it before suckling on her breast, lapping her nipple with his tongue. The squelches where their bodies connected became louder and louder-
"I love you." Maki wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her into the side of his neck. "Yuuta."
She loved him.
She loved him.
Yuuta drowned in the immense ecstasy that overcame his body. He slammed inside and pulled, rocked a frenzy rhythm with no control, with no objective other than fucking her, everything else drowned out by the noises Maki made.
“'so good, don’t stop...” he heard babbling strung out of her lips, nails running down his back because it was too much, too much and-
Maki suddenly clamped down on him and the orgasm crashed down like a wave; his cock throbbed, buried deep inside and he circled his arms tight around Maki's waist to bring her closer as she let out a choked whimper, tears falling down her face from the stimulation. Aftershocks washed over them, and Yuuta slowly dragged his cock out, ripping one last moan when he pulled out completely. All tension left their bodies and Maki was now limp in his arms, a bit of drool dripping down her mouth with a blissful expression. He smiled at her and she stared back hazily, watching as he combed the hair that stuck to his forehead back to look at her better.
For once, in a long time, he was satisfied.
He was full.
The hunger had disappeared completely and held Maki close, tight, unwillingly to let go of her. He felt like he had finally won over it until a few days later when Gojo asked to speak to him.
"There’s this boring reunion next week and you can bring a plus one.”
Yuuta stared at him.
“Am I your plus one?" He asked, frankly surprised.
Gojo frowned, annoyed.
“I’m taking Utahime.”
“Oh, so you guys are a couple now?”
“Now you’re being unnecessarily mean.”
He gave him a sincere smile. “Sorry, it’s just that I thought that you would never get a girlfriend.”
Gojo's frown deepened.
“Even if we’re family, I won’t hesitate to slap you, Yuuta. Besides, Utahime is not my girlfriend,” he corrected. “She’s my wife.”
Now he arched his eyebrow at the bold declaration.
“Does she know that? I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
His cousin waved his hand, uninterested at the details.
“It’s not like she has a choice in the matter. Anyways, the party is next week, so you can bring Maki.”
He had gone to boring reunions with Gojo before and Yuuta knew instantly that Maki would never agree to go since her family also went to those meetings. Even if would have love for her to accompany to those stuffy places where everyone was fake smiles and hidden threats, he wouldn't make her go through the uncomfortable process of seeing the people that made her life hell. However, he still offered her the chance to go. They laid together in bed, enjoying each other’s warmth as they slowly drifted to sleep.
“There’s this party next week...”
“Umm.”
“And Gojo-sensei wants to take me.”
“Umm...”
“And I can bring a plus one with me.”
Silence.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to," he quickly added.
"No," she turned to see him. "I'll go."
He beamed. "Really?"
"Yeah, it might be fun. Plus, I think that nothing would piss off my family more when they realize I'm with a Gojo."
Yuuta laughed.
"Nothing would bring me more joy." he said and kissed her.
Maki stared into his lips and kissed him back, licking the inside of his mouth. Goosebumps ran down his body and Yuuta began kissing her fervently, kneading her breasts. In the back of his mind there were times he wanted to fuck her in an animalistic way, to hold her down and keep her still as he slammed inside as fast as he could, only focused on tipping them over the edge. A part of him always stopped him from doing it since he could hurt Maki, afraid to scar her in any way. And that self-control flew out the window when she grabbed his hips and forcefully brought him closer to her body, making sure his clothed erection rubbed against her crotch.
“Fuck me.” She whispered in his ear, hot and needy, and the next thing Yuuta knew was that he was being rough, thrusting as deep as he could while pulling on her hair, forcing her back to arch beautifully.
He heard Maki choking up a mixture of words- 'yes, yes, like that, harder, Yuuta, Yuuta' - as he slammed inside, slick and sweat dripping between their legs. She was biting a pillow to muffle her moans, and he groaned when her walls pulsated around his cock, gasping when his own orgasm hit him like a train wreck, making sure to keep thrusting as deep as he could until he saw her trying to wriggle away from his hips, overstimulated. He massaged her hips to bring comfort, and Maki failed to muffle her voice as he pulled out, legs trembling as she curled up in a ball, a wet spot on the sheets where the slick dripped heavily. She met his eyes, blushed and beautiful.
“I liked it when you pulled my hair.”
He chose to smile sheepishly given that he had been so caught up in the moment that he remembered how relaxed she looked when Rika ran her claws through her scalp, enjoying the little pulls when the curse found knots. Unlike that, he had pulled until her back arched, watched her drool in ecstasy, caught up in a line between pain and pleasure. He removed the condom and Maki began to stroke him, her grip firm as she went up and down, dropping a kiss on the tip.
"Want me to suck you off?"
"No, just, ah ," he grunted, lying down next to her. "Just keep doing that."
She had jerked him off a couple of times before in the school, especially when Maki had caught him staring at her legs or chest. In the empty classroom he was forced to control his voice, but there, in her bedroom, he could openly show how much he enjoyed being at her mercy every once in a while. His voice cracks when Maki alternates between fast and slow strokes. Her brow was furrowed with concentration, golden eyes with dilated pupils watching how she brought one of the strongest sorcerers of their era to his knees. Their lips meet in a wet, messy clash and Yuuta thrusted his tongue deep, upward into her mouth. Maki purred delightedly and when she pulled away, a thin string connected their mouths.
"Good boy,"
Oh.
Oh, that did something Yuuta didn't know existed. His eyes widened, and he was straddling her in his lap, his mouth sucking her nipple the way she liked it.
"Again," he begged, rolling the hardened tip between his teeth. "Call me that again."
His fingers ghosted the dripping mess between her legs and Maki's concentration broke.
"G-good boy, Yuuta...ah, you're such a good boy..."
He doesn't last long, spilling white ribbons in her hand and all Maki can do to jerk him furiously until both of them are panting, exhausted and sweaty. The next day he told Gojo that yes, Maki would be his plus one, the man stared at him before making a call, one that clearly didn't end in a happy way because of the shouting that came over the phone before Gojo hung up.
"Who was that?"
"Oh, just one of the old farts in charge of the meetings. I told him to change the venue to my house."
Yuut blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Well, it was originally going to be on neutral ground, but after Maki, that changed everything. She's not the only one that loves to piss off her family, you know." He smirked proudly. "After all, what better way to annoy the Zenin clan by making them go to my home and showing them that one of their descendants is dating my baby cousin?"
Yuuta didn't know if he should feel proud, embarrassed, or a bit of both. Whatever the case, his teacher made a point to take both of them early on a Saturday out of the school so they could arrive early to the Gojo estate to get ready.
He had been there before, even intimidated by the grandeur of the main building, the beautiful gardens, and the expanse of property with its own sprawling, dense forest that Gojo had joked that people had gotten lost in many times before, never to be seen again. It was easy to tell that all the servants were bustling to accommodate a meeting for the three clans, and as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos, Utahime would direct them confidently and firmly, making decisions without hesitation. She was wearing a beautiful light green kimono with a violet obi and her hair was done up in a braided bun, and Yuuta watched as Gojo's azure eyes flashed with hunger before he smiled widely.
"Utahime!" His teacher had immediately extended his arms upon seeing her, looking for a hug and no doubt affection, but she snarled at him, pushing him away.
"Go change! The guests will be here soon!"
Gojo groaned loudly. "But I want a kiss!"
"Not now!" She shut him up and turned to Yuuta and Maki, giving them a smile. "I assigned rooms for you along with your clothes. Don't be like your idiot teacher and change."
"Yes Utahime-sensei," Yuuta bowed with a smile. "Thank you for your hard work."
"I still don't understand how you can be related to Gojo." the woman commented while pushing away the head of the strongest sorcerer who had pursed lips.
Yuuta gave her a shy smile before walking away with Maki at his side. As expected, servants took his things and helped him put on the complicated traditional clothes, even combing his hair back. It was an awkward process considering Rika didn't like anyone else touching him. However, all the tension left in the air dissipated as soon as he saw Maki. Like Utahime, they had styled her hair in a braided bun plus a crystal-embellished hairpin. Her kimono was red and the obi was gold like her eyes, which stared at him, a bit of blush rose to her face and she looked away.
“Just don’t stand there looking like an idiot.” She growled.
Yuuta cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. It's just that you look beautiful."
He winced loudly when Maki slapped the side of his arm before entwinting it with hers.
"Wanna bet what happens first? Naoya saying 'how dare you Gojo' or my father saying that I'm a disappointment?"
He looked at her.
"If he dares to say that, I'll kill him."
Amused, Maki chuckled.
"Nothing would bring me more joy, but then we would ruin Utahime-sensei’s party, so no."
"Pity."
He would only make Rika chew off his arm, then. Despite the fact that most clan meetings ended in disaster-fights, arguments, yelling, and according to Gojo, the occasional covert murder-Yuuta felt that the afternoon was progressing decently, considering that across the table the Zenin family was glaring at them, especially Maki. However, not only the Zenin had come to ruin what could have been a nice evening between the two of them by their mere presence and snide comments.
They had also brought the twin.
The Kyoto teacher delicately proposed that Mai take a seat next to her sister during the banquet, unintentionally making Yuuta tense. And thankfully—and perhaps expected by Maki- she declined, taking a place in the last seat reserved for her family with her head bowed. Yuuta didn't pity her. She deserved that for hurting Maki in the first place. And Maki shouldn't feel bad for her either. No, she shouldn't even be looking in her direction. So Yuuta gently rested his hand on her cheek and made her turn to look at him again when he noticed that she was looking sideways at Mai, giving her an understanding smile. Maki pursed her lips, as if she understood. However, when a member of the Kamo clan approached to establish conversation with him and took longer than expected, Maki had disappeared from his side, and a quick glance around the room told him that the twin was not there either.
No.
No.
He managed to give the man a trivial excuse before leaving the room, frantically looking for Maki. Rika, sensing his anguish, emerged from his shadow and searched the mansion for the sweet smell of Maki, musk and gardenias. But he found her first. When saw Maki standing behind the tree, his lips curved into a smile and Yuuta lifted his hand to wave as he called her name. But then he noticed that Maki wasn’t alone.
She was talking to a person.
A guy.
Words died in his mouth when he smiled at her, said something and proceeded to try and kiss her hand.
Had Rika been at his side, he would have killed him. Had Rika been at his side, she probably would have killed Maki as well. But before the man’s lips could touch her hand, Maki punched him with all her strength, knocking him to the ground. She then stomped on the man mercilessly until someone yelled at her to stop.
Mai.
"You'll kill him!"
"He deserves it!" Maki spat at the guy, who groaned painfully on the ground. "He's a sick pervert."
"I didn't need your help! I can take care of my own!"
"Stop lying! You weren't going to do anything because you're so scared all the time!"
Mai sucked her breath. "I'm not."
"You are."
Both sisters stared at one another. The same face. The same hurt on their faces, but for different motives. And like always, Mai striked first, right where she knew it hurt Maki.
"I don't need you. So stop pretending that you care about me."
She walked away and left Maki alone, who also disappeared later without first kicking the man who was dying on the floor in pain. Where she had gone, Yuuta didn't know exactly because his mind was in turmoil. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to say. The empty hunger that had left him in peace had returned but it was no longer emptiness only in his stomach, but in his whole body, in his mind, in his being that wanted only one thing.
Maki.
Maki.
Maki, MAKI, MAKI, MAKI-
"Yuuta."
At the end of the hall, Gojo was looking at him with his arms folded inside his yukata. He was smiling with a glow akin to pride.
“You know, Yuuta, sometimes it's better if you don't listen to that little voice that tells you to be good. Sometimes it's good to let it go once in a while. I learned it years ago when I killed the man the Iori clan had promised Utahime as his wife. Him, and so, so many others that tried to take her away from me.”
He reached for him, ignoring the way Rika seemed about to tear him apart if he even had the slightest intention of hurting her loved one. But his cousin just put a hand on his shoulder, turning it towards the man who was beginning to get up with difficulty with a bloody face.
"Trust me," he pushed him forward. "It'll feel amazing."
A part inside Yuuta remembered that deep down, he and Gojo were family. They shared the same blood. The same hunger.
"You never let Utahime-sensei go," he said, meeting his azure eyes. "Did she try to let go first?"
Gojo smiled at him.
"She did. That's why I had to drag her down and remind her that her place is by my side. But look how happy she is. She always knew we were meant to be together. She calmed my hunger, and I won’t ever let her go." He stretched out his arms in front of them, where the forest was. "As I told you, people have disappeared here. Undesirable people. People who tried to wrong us. People who tried to take Utahime away from me." He patted his shoulders. "So don't worry if you leave evidence, I'll take care of it later."
Yuuta glared coldly at the man who looked like a frightened rabbit.
"No," he looked to the side where Rika loomed and smiled gently. "Rika-chan never leaves leftovers."
But still, he indulged in the hunt.
Later, when he had cleaned Rika's bloody teeth with a rag, he started looking for Maki in the dimly lit halls of the mansion knowing that she would not be at the party. And after searching for what seemed like forever, she was there, watching the koi fish swim from the patio. Her knuckles were bruised, perhaps because she had punched out of her frustration against an unfortunate tree or pillar. Saying nothing, he stood next to her and took her fingers gently, letting his reverse cursed energy do the rest of the work.
“Are you okay?”
She looked away.
“I’m fine.” She answered with a clear rage in her voice.
He ran a finger across her cheek.
“That guy from earlier, was he bothering you?”
Maki gave him a murderous glare realizing that he had seen everything. Moving away from his touch, she tried to leave.
“Maki,” Yuuta called, allowing her to walk away a few meters. “I thought you cared about me.”
He said it with enough pain-a pain and hurt so similar to Mai's- that she immediately stopped on her tracks, turning to see him.
“Excuse me?”
“I thought you cared for us, but you won’t even share who that guy is and why he upset you so much. Don’t you know how worried I was for you?” He looked to the side, clenching his fist. “No, you don’t. You don't care about any of that.”
There was a possibility that this could backfire on him since he was especially appealing to her twin's words, the same sentiment of abandonment hidden deep inside. And he feared that Maki would leave him, that she would let go of him.
If it came to that...
If it came to that...
He would make sure she never-
A hand rested on his arm.
“He was just one of Naoya's creepy friends. He tells them that Mai and I are available to get married just to piss us off. Nothing else."
He stared into her eyes. “Nothing else?”
She stayed quiet and he brushed their lips together.
"Nothing else, Maki?" Yuuta whispered into her mouth, enclosing her in his embrace.
She shook her head. "No. Nothing else."
There was a suffocating silence before Yuuta smiled again, relaxing completely.
"I'm glad you could be honest with me," he reached out and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “It makes me so happy.”
Maki snorted, rolling her eyes.
"Why?”
"Because I care about you, Maki. I love you. Caring is normal and I saw how uncomfortable you were with that guy," he lifted her head gently by her chin, "So next time he bothers you, will you tell me?”
Crossing her arms, Maki scoffed, glaring at him.
"I'm not weak."
"It's not about weakness. It's trusting each other," Yuuta pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers, "It's normal. This is how love should be.”
She didn't answer, and Yuuta didn't pull away, rubbing her back up and down. Little by little, he felt her relax against him, accepting his touch without hesitation. And when Rika's hand closed around her leg, Yuuta had to hold her tightly to prevent her from attacking.
“Yuu-“
“I know Rika-chan can be intimidating,” he interrupted her, making sure to catch her arms before she could reach the cursed weapons she had hidden in her kimono sleeve. “But she’s also learning to love you. You must understand that, Maki. She’ll be nicer from now on, I promise.”
He turned her around, making her look right at the curse as it toyed with the prospect of breaking her leg again by drumming her fingers against the bone through the kimono. After making sure she wouldn’t attack, Yuuta gave Maki a little nudge.
“Touch her. She’ll let you.”
In what felt like an eternity, Maki stared at Rika who kept its firm grip on her leg, a clear warning that at any false move, she would break it.
Yuuta won’t hurt, but I can, were the unspoken words that hung around them.
“Maki,” He nuzzled her neck. “In love, we have to trust each other, remember?”
She swallowed, watching the curse drumming on her leg. Time passed and when Yuuta felt that he would have to intervene again, the touch happened. It was simple, nothing more than a hand resting on the curse's face. But it was enough to make the corners of Rika's mouth turn up, showing a row of sharp teeth. The huge hand moved away and was replaced by a head that rubbed against her so hard she was almost knocked to the side.
“See? She cares for you,” Yuuta held Maki close. “ I care for you. You know that’s how it’s supposed to be, right?”
“...I...”
“This is what love feels like, Maki. True, real love. I would never hurt you. Everything I do it’s because I love you so much,” he cupped her cheek. “Do you love me?”
Maki slowly nodded.
“Yes.”
He smiled just as wide as the curse that watched them.
“I love you too,” he kissed her forehead sweetly as he rested her head against his chest, blocking her from seeing Mai, who watched them at the end of the hallway. “I love you so much.”
The twin had her gun drawn, ready to shoot him. She aimed and Rika’s teeth opened around Maki’s leg. Perhaps he had also underestimated Mai. He genuinely thought she was going to shoot until he saw her lower her gun with pursed lips. She almost looked defeated. Wanting to rub salt into the wound, Rika gave her a creepy smile before rubbing herself further against her sister. Maki, confused and uncomfortable, put her arms around her head, trying to calm her down, and a huge hand enclosed her body. The curse wanted Mai to see that she no longer had a place there. Now it was just her and Yuuta.
She belonged to them now.
The next time Yuuta looked over, Mai was gone.
"Do you want to return to the party?"
"No," Maki entwined their arms together. "Let's just steal dessert from the kitchen and go to your room."
His room.
Not hers.
“I don’t have-“
“I don’t care,” Her grip on his arm became tighter. “I spoke with Shoko-san. She said it was better if we took more precautions.”
Oh .
"Okay."
They do steal the dessert first. Before, Yuuta had always made sure they had sex in her room since he wanted Maki to feel safe, to give her the power to kick him out if he ever did something wrong or hurt her in any way. Now, she had willingly stepped inside the wolf's cave, one where only the moonlight of the window illuminated their bodies. Untying her obi was like unwrapping a present, the silk of the kimono falling in a pool at their feet. Maki allowed him to do this. She allowed him to wrap his arms around her waist, bring them closer and lay her on the futon with him towering over her. This was proof enough. This was knowing that he had her at his mercy, and she didn't even realize how unbalanced the scale was in their relationship since Yuuta gave her the illusion that she could fly away any time she wanted, when in reality, he already had her shackled. But he would never be cruel. He would never hurt her. He would be sweet, caring and gentle in a way she deserved because she was his goddess, his love, his soulmate.
His Maki.
Only his, and no one else's.
Yuuta slid his tongue against hers as he curled his fingers inside making sure he rubbed the tips of his fingers against that bumpy spot she loved. He knew how to move them and where to touch exactly to make her a writhing mess, slick pooling on the sheets as he kept going more, more, more-
He stopped.
He licked the mess that leaked on the corner of Maki's mouth, and looked at him confused.
“W-why-“
“Not yet.”
He did this out of love.
He hungered and with hunger, one should feed it. But it wasn't fair he was the only one starving. He flicked Maki's clit as he sucked on her collarbone, ignoring the way her hips rolled searching for more. He stopped again and this time Maki groaned in frustration.
“Yuuta, don’t-“ she gasped in the sheets, writhing as his fingers danced around her clit, but never touching it. “Don’t stop...”
Her hand slid down, a moment away from finally, finally, releasing when Yuuta grasped it firmly, slamming it next to her head.
“I said no, Maki.”
He was letting go and it felt amazing.
This time, he didn't warn her and slid inside in a single thrust. Hadn't he bit the juncture of her neck, Maki would have cum in that moment, the pain chasing away the pleasure. Licking the wound, he established a slow pace, one that could even be called sweet. However, Maki grew writhed and frustrated under him, her lips pressed thin as he again missed on purpose her clit and ran his fingers where their sexes met, running the tip of his fingers through her puffy folds, soppy with slick.
"You're overflowing. Can you feel it?"
He pulled back until one the tip of his cock remained inside and then thrusted back into with all his strength, ripping a choked moan out of Maki, who wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Yes, yes, yes- "
"Do you like it?" Yuuta repeated the motion. "When I thrust against your womb, you squeeze me so good." He did it again, enjoying the sound of skin slapping against skin. "One would think you love it."
He pinched and pulled one of her nipples, loving the way her face twisted up with pleasure.
"Maki, do you love it?"
No answer but soft mewls. A bit irritated, tugged again.
"I couldn't hear you."
"I do," Maki gasped, hiding her face. "I love it."
He smiled and kissed her forehead before establishing a brutal pace, one that jerked Maki's whole body with each slam, ripping the air out of her lungs as she clung to him.
“Only I can make you feel like this, do you get it? Only me,” He thrusted deep, grinding his hips. “No one else,” He pinched her clit. “Only me.”
There was a fine line between pain and pleasure, and Yuuta blurred it the moment he thrusted as hard as he could as his nails slid down the curve of her spine leaving perfect red lines. Maki gasped with her mouth open, drool dripping down the corner of her mouth as her eyes widened. She would have cum in that moment if he hadn’t diverted the pleasure by sinking his nails on her thigh, leaving perfect marks there.
His marks, the proof that Maki was his and his only.
He again established a slow place, shallow thrust that did nothing but riled her up under him. He slid a hand over her toned stomach, barely brushing the tip of her hardened nipples. Not yet. She hadn’t been punished enough.
"You're trembling so much, are you close?"
She babbled a 'yes' , trying to grind down on his cock. He clasped a hand over her ass, stopping her.
“You will cum when I tell you to.”
“I can’t do it...I can’t do it," Maki shook her head. "Please Yuuta, let me cum, let me cum, I want it, I want it so much.. .”
“I know Maki,” He kissed her throat, tasting her pulse, her sweat and the sweetness of it. “I love seeing you like this. So desperate for me, so red and cute like an apple.”
And desperate she was since she tried to push him down, locking their hips together as if they were wrestling. Yuuta pretended to be caught off guard, let her be on top for a moment, before slamming her back down, grabbing her by the throat. He didn't squeeze, and would never do unless she asked him. Ignoring her flabbergasted look, he slid his hand down and finally rubbed her clit in circular motions, making her shudder and tense.
"If you wanted to be in control, you could have asked nicely."
"W-what?" Maki asked.
"If you asked me, I would give you everything you want, Maki. I would never deny you a thing," he leaned in, nuzzled her cheek gently. “Do you want to cum?”
"I-"
"Be sincere. Do you want to cum?"
She swallowed loudly.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
If there was something he knew perfectly was that Maki was prideful. She was proud of her strength and her will. She would never admit to wanting something so embarrassing since it would make her look weak, but he had done it. He had broken that in the sweetest way possible because he loved her and everything he did was for love.
“Then do it.”
In a flash, she was back on top, placed there by him.
“Cum, Maki.”
And she did. She rode him desperately and didn't last a few seconds, her velvety walls clenching around his cock as she squirted all over his stomach like a fountain. Yuuta watched carefully, awed by her beauty and even when she laid limp on his chest, he moved his hip up, causing her to buckle.
“Y-Yuuta,” she moaned, unable to recognize her voice. "It's too much, let me, ah, let me rest for a moment..."
Tears blurred her vision but Maki saw it. She saw the way Yuuta looked at her-desire, hunger, love, all of it darkening his gray eyes-and realized in a heartbeat that he wasn't going to stop. Not as she desperately clung to him moaning incoherently, slick dripping down her legs and amplifying the sound of skin slapping against skin. Maki blinked and those tears ran down her cheeks as he entwined their hands together, bringing them closer.
“I love you.” Yuuta whispered, watching her crumble under his touch. “I love you so much, Maki.”
His trusting became faster and deeper, and Maki strung up like a violin chord when the orgasm hit her so hard she gushed again, making a mess as he cummed inside, filling her up. She cursed weakly when he moved inside her, his seed dripping between thighs to the sheets, making a mess.
“Don’t move...I-It’s too much...” she slurred, half conscious.
But he wanted to see. Yuuta released Maki from his hold as he laid her on the sheets ruined with her slick. He pulled out and his cum began to leak down her slit, watching in a trance how it dripped down her thighs. He didn't even realize he had pulled apart her puffy lips to watch better until Maki gasped from the overstimulation. Her whole body was red and sweaty, mouth slightly open.
So delicious.
"So pretty.” Yuuta smiled sweetly. “And you’re all mine.”