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indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [1/3]

okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total

(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains descriptions of blood, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor

"Slacking off already?"

You scramble into standing at the authoritative tone. You could feel the heavy rush of blood creeping up on your face, and the hammering of your heart in your ears. It pounds almost painfully against your chest, lungs contracting and expanding fast; both out of fear and embarrassment, with the latter being more prominent across your lethargic features as you stared up at your supervisor.

Nanami leers down at you. Disappointment is etched all across his face, followed by a knowing sigh. "I expected better."

"S-Sorry, sir." You apologize profusely, bowing down. The bright red nametag dangles from your neck and you can't help but notice how your leather shoes had worn out a long time ago. "I must've dozed off somehow. It will not happen again."

"Might a coffee help?"

You raise your head to see a paper coffee cup offered to you, light steam still rising from within. While Nanami had been nothing but ridiculously strict from the start, he was considerate enough to check in on you every once in a while. You accepted the coffee in his stead with a smile.

"Thanks, boss. I'll keep watch."

The blonde man simply hums in response. He leaves as quickly as he came, leaving you alone to watch the hallways. You see him walk down, turn a curve- and then he's out of your sight.

You lean back, the chair creaking as you did. Working as a security officer was more lackluster than you thought it would be; movies portrayed tales of saving and glory, but this was nothing like it. The hours were long and boring, lasting 12 in total. Every four hours you were required to fuck off your post and switch to another one down the hall. Sometimes you regretted signing the NDA that never once stated just how large the underground facility was, and just how much area coverage you'd have to keep watch single handedly.

Not to mention, the anomalies that lie within.

See, the Foundation had just three main jobs for you: Observe, Check-up and Report. The comically huge button was right next to you, shining in all of its glory and always just a stretch away in any case of a problem.

You flicked between CCTV channels. Some displayed the outer areas, hallways going beyond your line of sight and others within the confined cells of those you’re keeping watch about. Most of the anomalies here are kept in solitary confinement. You’ve had your fair share of jumpscares when an entity approached too close to the camera, slobbering all up against the lense; before your screen flickers and the anomaly returns to its restful state. Oftentimes it leaves a foggy residue and a prisoner would be assigned to clean it up.

And more than often, they die doing it.

But with a clean camera and one less burden on the face of Earth— who really gives a shit? Certainly not you. Certainly not when the pay was so damn good you spent it on a trip to Bali the first month you made bank. And certainly not for…

Is that a walking person?

You thrust forward in your seat, eyes glued onto the screen as if you could make his face out in any better resolution than the crappy screen could ever do you service. The choices linger in your head: should you approach or report? One choice would lead to the individual’s death and the other might just lead you to yours.

So you took the third option: to talk to them.

There’s a static in the speaker. You tap the mic briefly, earning the attention of the stranger. They stop mid-track, head turning up and staring almost right into your very eyes, as if they could see through you.

“Identify yourself, or you will be detained.”

Person puts both hands up. “My name’s Yuta.” The voice of a man, no doubt, but you kept your suspicions still. “I woke up in a room and the door was unlocked, so I left. Where am I?”

“What room?” Your tone sharpened in inquiry.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know how I ended up here.”

“Identify yourself.” You repeat, customary of the protocol you learned before you started the job. Half of you thought of contacting Nanami; but it would risk him encountering the mysterious man. On the other hand, you couldn’t just let an unknown person roam around the facility. Much less: what if this person was an entity?

A shapeshifter of sorts, perhaps? You wouldn’t really know considering the fact that half the anomalies here are capable of human speech.

He stays silent for a while.

You repeat, “I said, identify yourself. I will give you 10 seconds to prove your humanity before I hand you over to the authorities.”

“Fuck.” Yuta mumbles, running a hand through his hair. Prove my humanity? A million thoughts ran through his head at once. Clearly, this place he had wandered into is nothing human-like. Rather, it's designed like a prison. He rummages through his pockets— nothing. All items that he brought with him prior to being caught had been confiscated.

The countdown had started.

… “Wait,” He thought of an idea. “I can prove to you that I’m human. You can touch me. That’ll be enough, no?”

You sneer at his idea, “No physical contact.”

Yuta sighs, looking down at his uniform. At least he had his outfit intact, which means that they never intended to strip him bare at all. The man pursed his lips in a line, hands holding onto the clasp of his jacket.

… “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” You yell at him, dashing to the door. You were outside just in time before Yuta could fully undress himself. His hands stop fumbling with the belt of his pants. At a loss for words, you could only watch as he drops his shirt back over his body, leaving little to imagination.

He cranes his head up at you with a knowing smile, “Have I now proven my humanity, ma’am?”

“Nudity is strictly prohibited in this facility!”

His eyes fold into crescents at the revelation, “I’m sorry. That was the only solution I could think of. Can you show me the way out?”

You folded your arms, “No.”

“I thought so. May I at least use the restroom?”

“No.”

Yuta’s eyes drift upwards, deep in thought. “If so, will I ever make it out of here?”

“That depends,” You answer, crossing your arms together. The taser strapped onto your belt felt heavy and dangerous— more than usual. Something about Yuta just didn’t feel right, and your gut instincts claw at you to run. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

The man says nothing, merely watching every step you take as you head back into the control panel.

Your hand rests on the red button, eyes never wavering from the man that stood below you at a safe distance away. “Your choice, Yuta.”

“How must I prove myself then?”

“By showing me the anomaly that you are.”

His eyes visibly harden at your words, no longer having the glimmer that they once did. It was in the present that you felt it— the darkness that radiated off his very body, and the reason that this particular man had been wandering the halls of the facility unbothered.

“An anomaly?”

“You’re not human.” You simply accuse.

“You might be right about that. But I choose to be human regardless of what I am.”

You don’t care enough about his reasons. The way his dark eyes reflect absolutely nothing terrified you to the very core, more than any jumpscare you’ve encountered. The bright red button underneath you burns with such ferocity that it was only right to hit it— and send the foreign man back into the cell he once broke out of. You watch as soldiers dressed in hazmat suits flood into the hall at your call, almost always a millisecond away, their specialized guns pointed at the man.

But he did not flinch, not even once spared a gaze to look around him. He stayed his ground, only to be dragged away.

His eyes were trained on you, and only you.

“Did he hurt you?”

You’re now on break in the staffroom with Nanami and another supervisor named Maki, right after he heard of what happened. You shook your head, taking a sip of the fourth cup of coffee you had that day. The caffeine had long worn out its effects on your body that you just had to keep drinking, regardless of how detrimental it might just be to your health.

“Thankfully, no. What the fuck is a Keter class doing out there? How is he uncontained?”

“He broke out.” You turn your focus onto the coffee that had run cold, wedged between your fingers. You’ve always hated how fragile these paper cups were. It reminded you of how easy it was for these entities to crush humans to brine and bone with little to no mercy. Yet at the hands of Yuta, you were miraculously spared.

He was friendly, even.

“What kind of SCP is he?”

“He’s not an SCP. He’s a human host with an SCP living in him. Sometimes it appears, sometimes it doesn’t.” Maki shrugs.

“Damn, that’s cool.”

“He tells us that it was bound to him through love.”

You choked on your drink, splattering brown everywhere on the table. Nanami sighs and pats your back. Maki looks at you in disgust, wiping the stains off her uniform with a handkerchief. You wanted to laugh. Out of all things, an SCP of love. You chuckle a little, smiling at your supervisor only to be met with a flat stare.

Oh.

“No way.”

“It’s true. The entity demands that no one lays a finger on him. Most times he can control the SCP. But when he’s hurt, it’s a different story entirely.”

“Wait, wait. So how did you guys manage to catch him?”

Maki recounts the details, “Apparently, he was a secret weapon in the military designed to decimate hundreds in one sweep. That SCP came to him naturally as a child, but it wasn’t his actions that got him caught.”

“So what did?”

“His superiors betrayed him and sent him over to us as they feared that he was getting too powerful for them to control.”

Oh. You started to feel a little bad for him now. But a memory crosses your mind and suddenly that sympathy is gone.

“He almost stripped naked in front of me.”

“Huh?” Nanami was caught off-guard for once, both eyebrows raised instead of one.

“I asked him to prove his humanity.”

“And then he started stripping?” Maki had an equally confused look on her face. She pushes up the frame on her face before leaning forward, “Don’t tell me that you liked it.”

“I mean…”

“Seriously?”

You laugh sheepishly at her words, tossing the empty cup into the bin behind them in perfect accuracy. “I’m just kidding. At least I won’t have to meet him anymore. Can’t have him strip naked around me every time we cross paths.”

Nanami frowns at your words, “Be careful.”

“Sure, sure.” You wave goodbye to them and take your leave, heading towards your last shift of the day.

You found yourself in front of his cell.

Realization only hits you once you read the tag off the door, painted red and in bold: KETER CLASS. DO NOT ENGAGE. Unlike other cells, Keter cells had no windows to peek through. You could only rely on the CCTV back in the control panel room, but you found it unreliable considering how easy it was for Keters to destroy such puny little things. You take a step back.

"I really should stop drinking coffee." You mumble to yourself and turn away.

"Did you come to visit me?"

An all-too familiar voice echoed behind you, and you jump away instantaneously from the door. It's still intact. How he managed to hear you, you don't know. What you do know now is that you're standing in front of his cell.

"No."

"Is no the only word you know?"

Witty. You cough, "I heard about you."

"What about me?"

You hesitate a little, "That you're not the anomaly."

"So now you know." There's curiosity in his tone, erasing any lethargy you had left in your body. Guilt paws at your heartstrings for doubting his reasons during the encounter earlier, but the man is still Keter class. It doesn't make him any less of a monster compared to others. The only difference between him and others is that he's placed in a jail befitting of lower ranked anomalies. "What else did you hear?"

"That you still pose as a threat to humanity."

"Am I a threat to you?"

"Yes." was your answer. You were here for money, not morality. While the notion that he would rot in his cell for the rest of his years was indeed a question of one, you weren't paid to stay idle and chitchat with an anomaly. You were expected even less: to simply cast morality aside and do as you were told by the Foundation. So you dusted yourself off and turned on your heels to move towards the next post you were supposedly assigned to.

"I see. Well it was nice to know you..."

At the sound of your name, you freeze yet again.

"How do you know my name?"

"It's on your tag."

"How can you see me?"

Goosebumps prickle your skin all over. Your legs pick up the sudden skip in your heartbeat and in a flash, you start sprinting for your life. You were just in time, out of range as the metal door breaks open with a crash, sending debris everywhere. You were far enough to get hit, but the sound had been loud enough to garner attention from creatures all over the place. Hisses and banging scratched at your ears as you continued down the hall, the opposite direction of where safety should be. But it didn't really matter; people outside would have heard of it and safety would come for you any minute now.

You force a look over your shoulder to see an enormous white creature behind him, large grey claws extended and chillingly long arms draped around his frame resembling a protective stance. Behind the cages of muscle on her head lies a single eye, glaring right into your very soul. It's mouth move in ragged breaths, teeth sharper than its claws ready to bite. If you squint hard enough- the man with his pet monster was smiling at you.

"You do know its rude to leave without saying goodbye, right?"

And like a predator, he started to chase you.

The entity lets out a bloodcurdling scream, getting on its arms and wriggling towards you. Now you're fully awake and drunk on adrenaline, sweat dripping down your body with how fast you were running.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Curses slew out of your lips as you ran even harder knowing how quickly he was catching up. You focused ahead instead; to the left is a dead end, you know that. And to the right is an even longer hall of agitated anomalies that most likely are on his level too. With a giant monster chasing after you however, were you really on the spot to give a shit about what would happen?

No. Anyone in your spot would've done the same.

It helped that your paycheck had been deposited earlier last week. You could really give less of a fuck about damage control.

Your feet started to hurt. "Fucking leather shoes." You grumble to yourself and skid a turn towards the elongated row of Keter-class anomalies. You pass multiple warning signs, the alarms going off. Eventually you see red all around you, shadows dancing on the walls as they approached even closer, slowing down just to taunt you.

"Stop running."

"Then stop chasing me, you freak!"

"Well, the 'freak' has a name. It's Yuta." He closes the gap between the two of you, voice steady despite how fast he was chasing up.

You paid him no mind as you duck underneath a warning sign and roll on your back to avoid a reaching arm from the screeching creature. Stubborn as you are, you notice an emergency exit and made mental note to stay close to it. You unclasp the taser off your belt just in time when a hand grabs your shoulder. You fire up the taser and jab right, but miss and eventually find yourself falling to the ground.

You made romantic contact with the floor, lips on the cold hard tile. "Shit!" You hiss from the pain and roll away just in time as Yuta was about to grasp a hold on you yet again.

Blood gushes from your split lip, and it tastes disgusting knowing that you just made love with the floor. Right before you could get up, though, you found yourself encaged within the palms of the alien-like SCP. Pain bursts through your nerves everywhere, feeling like knives stabbing deep into your gut. You could've swore you heard your ribs break from the amounting pressure.

"Caught you."

"Yuuuuuuta," The creature closes its janky fingers around your body, salivating as it eyed you from head to toe. The pressure around your body tightens and you felt like you could break just from how tight it was gripping you. Hair stuck to your face like a wet rag, leaving you with limited eyesight. "What should I do with herrrrrr?"

"Let.... Go... of me!" You rasp between breaths.

"Don't kill her. She'll be our lifeline, Rika."

Rika lets out a displeased grunt and sets you down on the ground, but has its hands still wrapped around you. Not as tight, but much like a warning that it could break you anytime it needed to. You catch your breath with a chain of fitful coughs, your legs and lungs burning from the marathon. Your chest heaves heavily, sore and most probably bruised. There's splitting pain from your lips, blood dripping onto the very same tile you shared your first kiss with.

You now see him eye-to-eye, close enough to notice his parted hair and sneakers. He couldn't be any younger than 20, but the eyebags that hung below his eyes tell a different story.

"I'm sorry. I need you as a hostage."

"Fuck you." You spat at him coldly.

Yuta kneels and presses a hand to your shoulder, forcing you to stop writhing under his touch. You try shoving his hand away, but the grip stays firm. Some fuck ass glowing magic flowed through his hand and loosened the soreness in your muscles, easing your tension. From your point of view, the man radiated like a glowstick.

"Don't touch me!"

He locks his eyes with you, "I'm healing you."

"Would've been nice to not get hurt in the first place."

Yuta sucks a sharp breath in, "Look, I'm really sorry for hurting you. I just need to get out of here. You'll have to be my hostage."

You click your tongue in annoyance at his genuine apology, "You won't even make it out the front gate. They'll be all over you soon. You think the Foundation gives a shit about some security guard like me? They'll kill us both, dumbass."

"You're right." Yuta is clearly amused by your personality now that you're being treated as a partner-in-crime rather than a stranger. You stood stunned when his hand moves up and his thumb ghosts over your lips, "Don't worry, I'll get us out of here."

His thumb was cold against your lips. The action felt more intimate than you'd like, and it had you holding your breath. It needed major balls not to flutter from the contact.

The bleeding stopped, prompting him to move his hand away.

The cold lingered a little longer than you'd like for it to be.

"Us? I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You will. Now that you're with me, they'll think you're complying with me. And if you won't, they'll imprison you." The bleeding stopped, and he wipes the remaining blood off on the side of his pants.

You fall silent. What he said was roughly the truth. In reality, it would be even worse if you did get caught- not only will Nanami be under fire for the inability to protect you- but you might also be on trial under suspicion of letting Yuta escape. And such trials might just end in your death. All in all, its a lose-lose case; but you'd much rather be on the winning team.

"Damn you."

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

You raise your head to glare at the man who had just obnoxiously turned your own words against you. His eyes light up a little, seeing your reaction. "Your choice."

"Fine."

"What was that?"

"I said yes!" You retort, flipping the bird at him.

He flashes you a grin, "That might've been the first time you've said yes to me!"

Oh, how you wished for supernatural powers like his to decimate the teasing man on the spot. Your fists crumple to a close, keeping that rage preserved in the back of your head. One day you'd get your revenge on him.

"Rika. My katana please." Yuta caresses its face gently.

You could feel her giddiness from the shake of Rika's enclosed palm around you. She reaches up to her neck and pulls out a long blade from within, handing it over to him. "For youuuu, Yutaaa."

He takes it from her, swishing it in the air and stretching his limbs free. "Thanks. Lead the way, I'll keep you safe." There's shouting and stomping from a distance, the roaring of soldiers fending off escaped anomalies. Nanami and Maki are out there too, calling for you. Your heart sinks a little at the prospect of betraying them.

You huff, blowing hair out of your face.

"It's on the other side. Opposite of the way we ran in. But I need you to do me a favor and not kill everyone you see."

Yuta brightens up. The likelihood of him fighting against a large horde of people had him excited. "That's not something I can promise."

"Fine. Then at least spare Nanami and Maki."

"Who's that?"

"Uh, guy with blonde hair and a woman with green hair."

He shrugs, “I’ll try.”

Deep down inside, you felt a part of you die.

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extra-v1rgin · 1 year

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AN/Disclaimer • Soft sex, fingering, piv, so sappy it hurts actually, fem! reader

This fic has references to my other work Something Blue, but mostly works as a standalone!

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You undress in the bathroom slowly. You’re aware that Giyuu lingers just beyond the door, awaiting your arrival. He never seemed to care about undressing in front of you, even when navigating how you actually wanted to go about being husband and wife. He might’ve barely been able to kiss you, or share a bed, but didn’t mind you seeing him completely nude.

You have much more apprehension about your body. Even thinking about him seeing your nude chest or legs (especially spread beneath him) makes your head spin. Truly you could’ve finished undressing quite some time ago, but are still hesitant to completely remove your last barrier between his eyes and your body.

“Giyuu,” you call. Resting your head against the door you sigh. “I don’t know if I can do this after all.” This night has been carefully planned, but your embarrassment is simply too strong. Maybe if you were blindfolded, or if he could just fuck you clothed. What’s supposed to be a silly stray thought seems almost convincing in your cloudy head.

Your husband cracks the door open slightly, just so one of his blue eyes can look at your face. “That’s fine. We can just go to bed.” And though the words should be reassuring it just makes the guilt bite into you harder. He shows no regret, no anger, or anything negative at all. That doesn’t change the fact that you feel like he deserves to have something nice. It’ll be nice for you too.

Gathering courage you step out and into the room fully. Your cotton robe sits on your body still, but if needed it could be easily removed. You still can’t look into his eyes, but you do lean into his touch. Tomioka wraps his hands loosely around your waist. You bury your face within his chest, a favorite hiding place of yours.

“Or uh- we can just see where things go.” You have to force out the words before you can change your mind once more. The knot in your stomach tightens slightly.

He picks you up, something the man seems to enjoy doing. The subtle show of strength has always driven you crazy, and now it feeds further into your frenzied state. You’ve only been lifted for a brief moment, the bed mere feet away, but you soak up the feeling while it lasts. Giyuu’s hold always manages to stay gentle even as he supports your complete weight.

Once laid over the sheets he leans over to linger on top of you. His gaze is slightly unnerving, eyes focusing solely on you. “Do you want to kiss?” The words sound slightly clumsy on his tongue. Giyuu has never been good with his words. It’s endearing in its own way.

You keep your arms wrapped lazily around his neck. “I wan- I want to do more than kiss.” The words are hard to force out. They’re not as seductive as you meant them to be, but it still makes Tomioka’s cheeks burst with a blush.

He leans down slowly to put his mouth over yours. Kissing is one of your favorite things, a skill you’ve worked hard to master over the past few months. It’s why you’re so quick to let your tongue peek out, looking to explore his mouth further. For now, the man uses one hand to hold himself up, the other cradling the back of your head. It curls into your hair, keeping you pressed against him.

For a few minutes, all you do is kiss. Every time you move in deeper you feel another pulse between your legs, arousal starting to make its way through your body. The shyness you felt is still strong but takes a backseat in your mind for now.

Spurred onwards your kisses eventually drift away from his lips and instead move down his neck. This territory is still relatively familiar, keeping you placated for the moment. His hand grips your head harder, urging you into his chest. Cute little pants fall from his lips, bouncing against the top of your head.

You’re not really sure how leaving hickies works if you’re doing it right. For a few seconds, you simply lick and suck at a spot, which occasionally turns into a cute purple bruise. Giyuu is always surprisingly gentle with you and hardly leaves any marks in return. Even when you urge him against your neck or shoulders you’re lucky if you’re left with one or two little spots. You’re always excited to leave reminders of your own love.

After a few pretty pieces have been scattered over his collarbones you let him have his turn with you. Slowly you edge closer to the end of everything he’s done to you. Normally after kissing, you’ll pant for a few minutes, calm down, and go back to normal cuddling. Giyuu never dips his lips below your shoulders, never lets his hands move from a soft hold on your waist.

When he lets his teeth barely scrape over the top of your robe it forces a shudder out of you. Embarrassingly your hips twitch upwards, nudging into his own. The only bit of cloth covering you is flimsy and shifts easily with every bit of movement. Still not ready to be completely exposed your hand tugs the fabric back over your legs, keeping it overlapped.

Surprisingly Tomioka lets his teeth dip into your skin again. It’s hard to catch his gaze when his head hovers right below your chin, but you do manage to see his eyes looking up at you through thick lashes. The warmth in his eyes seems less innocent and forces your stomach to curl again. You don’t know if you want to push him closer or pull him away.

He makes the decision for you. With another chaste kiss pressed over the beginnings of the hickey he draws back to eye level. Giyuu’s hand uncups the back of your head, moving instead to tug at your robe.

“Can I see you now?” His voice is slightly hoarse. As he speaks you can only focus on how red and wet his lips are. The arousal and anxiety fight inside of you. The idea of pushing him back and going to bed like normal is slightly alluring, but you’re more excited by the feeling of his lips exploring more of his skin.

With a quick nod, you usher him to pull your robe open. As he tugs the fabric to the side your eyes fall shut, nervous at his reaction. You’re still not completely exposed, but now both you and Giyuu are only protected by thin strings of underwear. The man might be comfortable without a shirt, but you’ve never had your chest exposed to him.

Your husband attempts to comfort you with a few gentle kisses. While his mouth keeps you distracted a hand slowly rises to cup one of your breasts. The feeling isn’t exactly pleasurable, but it’s vaguely nice to feel his skin against yours. At the very least it works to calm your racing heart. He can probably feel the way it thumps under your skin.

When you’ve started to relax back into the sheets Giyuu pulls back to gaze at your nude chest. His eyes are blown wide, focused on your hardening nipples. As his mouth moves to kiss one of your tits as a thumb rubs over the other.

His hand works hard to stimulate your nipple. The rough callouses you know well only aid his attempts. You find your back curling again, small whimpers falling from your lips. When Tomioka captures the other nipple in his lips and sucks hard, an embarrassingly loud moan triumphs over all the other noises you’ve made. He repeats the action a few times. Each time you let out a strangled cry his teeth scrape over the delicate flesh.

As he drinks in the noises his actions get bolder. You weave one hand into his hair and occasionally claw at his back with the other. You’re trying to be gentle too, but as his movements inspire a fire in you, you can’t help the way your nails sink into his skin. Giyuu’s hand moves down to your waist, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. Slowly he brushes one of your legs to the side, so he can slot one of his own between yours.

It’s tempting to grind down on the thigh hovering right below your pussy. You’re still not entirely sure how any of this works, but it felt good to buck your hips upwards earlier. The fire in your stomach is only growing, curling around your insides. It appears the man is experiencing something similar—If the feeling of his length hardening against your thigh is anything to go off of. You let your leg shift slightly to rub directly against the area. As he slides against you his dick drags over your skin.

Despite all your own whimpers and urging, you’re still surprised when he lets out a low groan in return. There’s suddenly a bit of stickiness, wetness, that you can feel even through his fundoshi. The head of his cock is pressed against the wet fabric, kissing your body in turn. As he continues to mess with your breasts you’re suddenly caught with the urge to pull him back. As you lightly tug on his hair, forcing him off your body, he looks back into your eyes.

Struggling to form words you find your hips wiggling again. “Can you, um- can you t-touch me?” The unspecific request can barely escape your throat. His face is already as red as possible, but you’re sure if he could then the man would blush even more. His leg moves upwards, directly against the heat of your cunt.

“You want it here?” Whether he’s trying to be seductive or not the words send another shudder through your body. Biting your lip you nod.

Softly he presses another kiss on the corner of your lips. His hand pulls from your waist and traces over the thin panties you wear. After only a few minutes of slow kissing and vague bumping you’re already soaked. The fabric sticks to your body, outlining your pussy. As his fingers pet your cunt, he doesn’t yet bother to remove the cloth. His fingers poke and prod until you let out soft little moans in response. As your back arches upwards you fling an arm over your face. The sight of his eyes working across your nude body brings the nervousness back. It means that his touches are more of a surprise than before, heightening the feel.

When he peels off the last piece of armor you shudder at the cool air pushing against your insides. Your husband is unbearably slow as he inches the fabric down your legs. He lifts your foot upwards and lets his lips linger against your ankle as he finally discards them. Peeking out from the shield of your arm is a grave mistake. The man looms over you, staring down at your exposed cunt. His eyes look almost black, hues darker than their usual dusty blue. Flushed cheeks and red lips lead your eyes further down, which then move to his smooth chest. Giyuu’s dick is the only thing not yet exposed, but with how it pushes against his fundoshi there’s not much left to the imagination. You’re quick to hide your face again, which is embarrassingly met with a chuckle from Giyuu.

He leans forward, keeping your ankle resting against his shoulder. Like this you’re left completely bare, your cunt exposed. Without the barrier between skin, his touches are much more noticeable. He’s trying hard to be gentle, but you still can barely handle the sensations. There’s lube somewhere to the side of the futon, but you’re wet enough that his fingers glide through easily for now. As he spreads your labia apart Tomioka rubs small circles into your skin. He works his way upwards slowly until he finds your clit, pressing his thumb against it. Never having touched the spot before you’re not expecting the burst of electricity that courses through you.

“Oh Giyuu, ngh please there,” you cry out. You’re less ashamed about rubbing your hips against his hand this time, prompting him to touch the spot again. Your husband experiments with different methods of touching the spot, curling his fingers against it, or drawing more patterns. It’s tempting to beg him to just do this, chase after your own pleasure, and end it here.

Despite your happy whimpers and pleas that fall from your lips he eventually moves from the spot, finally moving to the actual opening of your cunt. As he pokes a finger in, almost fearfully, you’re surprised at how easily it moves inside. The man buries the single finger as far as he can push it in. Though the feeling isn’t as magical as when he was messing with your clit, there’s a different kind of pleasure derived from it. His finger is warm, pumping in and out slowly. It curls around your insides, poking at your insides.

It’s almost relaxing in a way. Even when he slips in another finger you’re loose enough to remain unbothered by the larger intrusion. You let your arm move off your face, instead choosing to admire the man as he focuses on your cunt. The embarrassment is mostly gone now, floating to the back of your mind. The sight of Tomioka is much more appealing than any worrying thoughts.

His dark hair is loose, slipping over his shoulders. It matches beautifully with the pink and purple marks that cover his skin. Most of the bruises are rather faint, but a few purple blotches and teeth marks line his chest. Your eyes float down to admire the sparse hair that disappears below his fundoshi. Maybe next time you’ll convince that man to let you explore his body first instead, have him spread out before you with your hand stroking his length.

Distracted by his appearance you’re caught by surprise when he stretches his two fingers open. Testing the elasticity of your pussy forces a loan moan from your throat. Giyuu’s eyes flicker back toward your face before recreating the motion. Your face contorts again, eyes rolling upwards. With each repeat of the movement more wetness spills from your insides, urging him to continue. Your ankle sits on his shoulder still, but the hand holding it switches back to your hip.

Pinning you in place he swings his fingers upwards again. You’re stomach twists even tighter. A third finger is added so smoothly that you hardly notice. It’s stretching you wide open effortlessly. There’s a slight burn now, but the pain is negligible. It’s testing the boundaries of your cunt, attempting to see if you’re anywhere near ready to take his dick.

As your moans fade away, Giyuu slows his pace slightly. “Is it, is it hurting now?” His eyebrows knit slightly, lust slightly wavering.

In an attempt to calm him, you try to draw the man toward you. Your hip is still lifted high on his shoulder, fingers buried inside you. Brushing some hair away from his face you press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“It’s fine. I don’t feel as ah- good? Not good, pleasurable I think- Or uh, fuck.” You laugh against his lips. Trying to put together a coherent sentence with your scattered mind is nearly impossible. “It doesn’t hurt.” You finally settle for answering his question more directly.

There’s a cute little pout on his face as he tries to understand your nonsense. “Should I stop?” His fingers settle back together, giving your walls a chance to relax.

Distracted by his red face and slick lips it takes a few moments to create a proper response. “N-no! I wanna do this with you. It just feels like, like there’s fingers inside me.” You giggle again. Most of the shyness has been washed away, instead replaced by a mixture of pure admiration and desperateness.

The man presses another kiss against your lips and begins to pump his fingers again. As he tickles the bottom of your G-spot your walls squeeze him again. Sighing happily you keep your arms wrapped around his neck, holding the man close to you. The pleasure of his lips returning to your neck is better than that of his fingers, which are slowly stretching you again. But you’re placated, content to feel him so close.

Once the glide is once again smooth, giving way to more intense pleasure, Giyuu removes his fingers entirely. You whimper at the empty feeling. Your cunt attempts to tighten around nothing, struggling to return to its original state.

As he pulls back you’re shocked to find the man looking just as desperate. “Do you think that’s enough?” His voice wavers at the end, eyes looking straight into yours. He lets your leg lower for a moment, the muscles groaning in relief.

“S-sorry, I’m meant to take care of you too.” Pushing yourself into a seated position you stretch your sore muscles. Drawing him towards you, you let his hips slot in between yours.

“It’s fine.” He’s trying to sound cool and even, but his breath picks up as his dick brushes against your leg. When you let your thigh purposefully drag against him again his fingers dig into your skin.

Reaching down blindly you brush your hand over the tip of his cock. The fundoshi is nearly soaked through, precum making the fabric slightly transparent. Reaching towards his side you tug the side of the fabric until it slips free and comes undone. Casting the fabric to the side so it can disappear with the rest of your clothes, you’re finally met with the sight of his exposed cock.

The tip is a soft brownish pink, barely peeking out from the cover of his foreskin. The entire shaft is soft pale skin to match the rest of his body. Though you were already aware of its length, it’s much more intimidating when uncovered.

Looking back up, Tomioka’s eyes are closed. His bottom lip is stuck beneath his teeth, eyebrows knit closed together. Paying close attention to how his face twitches and shifts, your hand slowly wraps around his cock. Watching his eyes fly open you squeeze the skin slightly. “Is that how I’m supposed to do it?” Curiously you move your hand in a vague pumping motion.

“L-like that.” Tomioka leans into your shoulder, sucking in sharp breaths as you move again. Testing out different holds you find a pressure that draws the best noises out of him. Each sigh and groan blows warm air into your ear. He lets his tongue occasionally peek out to lick at the skin.

Stopping for a moment you fumble around the sheets until you find the small bottle of oil saved for this. Grabbing the tiny jar and popping the top off you let the slick substance slide over your hand. When you grab his dick again the movement is ten times smoother. As you continue with the motions you spread the lube back onto his cock.

Pulling back you kiss him again, deep and tender. Your dry hand moves up to cup his face. His hands guide you to lie in the sheets once again. Stretching your legs wide apart you watch him guide his length in between.

As he parts your cunt apart and dives back into it a loud involuntary moan leaps from your throat. The noise bounces into Giyuu’s mouth, which is swallowed as he keeps his mouth over yours.

The intrusion is nothing like his fingers. It’s bigger, solid, reaching deeper inside you. One of his hands reaches down clumsily until it reaches your clit again. Dragging the skin upwards he echoes earlier motions to further stimulate you. It serves as a wonderful distraction from the slight burning stretch.

Pulling back his hips slightly he pushes deep into you again. You’ve tucked yourself into his shoulder, face buried in his smooth hair. Gripping the dark locks you tug gently with each bump of his dick inside of you.

As your walls relax slightly the feeling inside you grows more and more pleasurable. Tomioka moves in slow even strokes that don’t push you too much. His pace is almost perfect in its consistency. You clench around his cock. There’s a constant wetness still managing to escape your cunt, as stuffed as you are. Your body is probably doing more work to ease the movement than the oil is.

As both of you settle back into something familiar you’re able to explore other aspects. His fingers continue to rub at your clit, occasionally dipping down to trace the edges of your hole as he enters it. Your lips mold to his, barely pulling away to breathe.

Your hands are still wound in his hair. One wanders down to feel the muscles in his back flex as he fucks you. His strength is a blessing, being able to hold you and keep moving constantly, barely breaking a sweat. Your own body is coated in a fine layer of sweat despite the considerably less amount of work you’ve done.

Pushing yourself up slightly you crane a hand forward to grip your knee. Giyuu nearly stops, curious at your movement. Right as he slowly thrusts back in you manage to yank your leg upwards. Your other leg is folded too but hasn’t quite bent against your chest like the other has. With more space around your cunt Giyuu slips even deeper inside. His hips slap yours as he’s pushed in fully. Realizing the purpose of your actions he slips his hand away from your pussy (which is a tragic loss) and helps to hoist your other leg upwards too. It forces a strangled scream as his thrusts get more furious.

Your husband is the closest to you he’s ever been. It’s a far cry from when he was too scared to even be in the same room as you. Over time it shifted to small things, letting his hand brush against yours, a shy kiss or murmured compliment. Now he lets his tongue lick over your skin as he fucks into you as hard as humanly possible. (Actually, you’re fairly certain that he could thrust into you much harder, but you’d probably die in the process.)

“I love you!” The declaration falls from your lips easily. The simple phrase sounds deceivingly erotic as it echoes through the air. “Oh Giyuu, please. I need you so bad, you’re so amazing, I love you-“ Continuing to blabber mindlessly you hold yourself tighter against him.

Pushing all the way inside you he grinds his hips against yours. His pubic hair now stimulates your cunt, scratching you deliciously. Though your hips burn with the stretch you keep them angled upwards. With his body keeping you in place your hands are free to roam again.

“G-giyuu I’m gonna, ngh- I’m gonna cum. I think I’m gonna cum!” The feeling in your body builds up higher and higher. Tomioka’s hand gropes your breasts while the other keeps digging into your hips.

He keeps forcing his cock deeper into you. Pulling you closer he plunges inside you one last time and grinds down harder on your pussy.

Opening your mouth you force out one more grunt. Your body curls up around him and then flexes backward. Your hands are probably ripping out his hair, muscles clenched tight. As he starts to slowly hump you again— guiding you through the feeling —you shudder.

You’re surprised when he pulls out completely, cock still wet and hard. As he lowers you to the ground you go limp. He sits between your legs now, still breathing heavily. Giyuu’s hand drifts back to his dick.

With a tired sigh, you force yourself upwards. Nudging his arms away you scoot back onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist more gently. “Can I take care of you now?” Batting your eyelashes you let your hand sink back into his lap. It takes a bit more shuffling (which must be upsetting for Tomioka, further prolonging his release) to get into a proper position. Sitting on his thighs it’s easy to reach down to his dick. It jumps in your grasp immediately. Covered in your own wetness the slide is smooth and quick as you recall your earlier motions.

Your forehead dips down to touch his. As your breath mingles both sets of eyes look down at the length in your hands. Pushing a thumb against his slit causes him to jolt violently. He nearly knocks you off his lap.

Looking back to him you try not to laugh as you speak. “Was that good? Or did it hurt?”

“You’ll know if you hurt me.” His voice is so raw and gravelly. It sends shivers down your spine.

Pressing on his tiny slit again you rub your thumb over the seam. The rest of your fingers trace over his foreskin or the small veins that raise up over the member. As you dip down to the base you can see more evidence of your release left in his pubic hair.

You’re so distracted by the smallest movements and jumps that you’re shocked by his orgasm. As pearls of cum spill from his tip you’re quick to spring into action. Rising slightly you angle your hips to let him plunge inside you. Lowering your cunt onto him once more you allow him to finish releasing within your warm walls. You’re jolting with each burst of his cum.

Giyuu grips your hips to bring you down to sit on his cock fully. Caught by surprise his moans get cut off as he holds you tighter. His back arches just like how yours did, mouth opening to let out a scream. Once he gets his voice back he can only manage unintelligible grunts.

When Tomioka collapses backward you’re left still sitting on top of him. Moving slowly, aware of the intrusion within you, you settle your chest on top of his. His cock is softening inside your walls, shrinking slightly. It feels strange now that he’s not thrusting into you.

His arms wrap around your back. It seems that the tiredness has finally caught up to the man. Underneath you, his chest rises and falls slowly. Raising your head you look down at his face. Tomioka’s bangs stick to his forehead, pasted on with sweat. Brushing them off to the side you clear his eyesight so your husband can have the pleasure of looking at you as well.

The smile that blooms on your face is natural. Curling over him you press a kiss to his cheek. Both hands cup his face, keeping him close to you. “Thank you. You’re amazing.” In between words you sneak in more kisses. The chaste nervous feeling has come back. But it feels better this time somehow, accompanied by giddiness and a relaxed feeling.

With a groan Giyuu wraps his arms around you. As you press into his chest your head settles on his shoulder. He seems content to lie there and let you trace his features. Warm breath bounces against you fingers as they trace his cheeks.

“I love you.” He’s said the words before, and they never fail to make your heart melt. Turning he presses a sloppy kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You fumble around before managing to push yourself up. Falling to the side you let his cock escape from your insides. The rush of cum that leaves after makes you shiver.

You should probably clean up. Or move from the sheets soaked with all kinds of juices. It’s more tempting to stay curled beside Giyuu. Eventually you’ll be uncomfortable and sticky enough to be prompted to move. For now you’re content to be wrapped up in your husbands arms.

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