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You didn’t know why Aoi Todo had been so insistent that he join you on your mission to deal with a grade one curse outside of Kyoto. It was a totally ordinary mission that was only remarkable in how far away it was from the Kyoto school, which to you was really the worst part of the whole excursion.
It was far enough away that it warranted a train journey that was so long your butt was numb and you couldn’t sleep thanks to the big lump of jujutsu sorcerer idiot by your side, snoring like a chainsaw.
The curse might have been grade one but between you and Aoi it was dispatched quickly, and with little damage bar some cuts and bruises from the impact of hitting the earth more than the curse’s attacks. Still, from the exertion you were sweating and panting. You stayed seated where the curse had flung you to catch your breath. Aoi, ever more energetic than you, disposed of what remained of the curse’s presence conscientiously.
‘If we’re quick about it, we’ll be able to catch the next train home,’ you panted.
You had barely been in the area two hours. You just wanted to get home and get a shower and wake up tomorrow morning with aches and pains as the real extent of your injuries revealed themselves.
‘Right, well come on then,’ Aoi said impatiently, you were surprised he was even listening to you. He hadn’t looked like he had been. Still, you accepted the hand he held out, much larger than your own, and he pulled you back up to your feet.
Your mutinous stomach, regardless of your plan to get the next train, gurgled unhappily.
‘Man, I’m hungry. Hey, can we get some food before we catch the train? I think we have,’ you paused to check your phone. ‘We’ve got, like, twenty-five minutes before the next train.’
You were walking alongside him now, matching his long strides by having to walk faster. It didn’t irritate you, you had places to be.
‘Huh?’ Aoi replied eloquently.
‘I’m hungry dumbass. Let’s get some food before we catch the train.’
‘Who said anything about going home?’ He asked disinterestedly as he pulled out his phone, checking the maps app.
‘What?’ you balked. ‘What the hell are you talking about, Aoi?’
He reached out and took your hand, dragging you like a child through the city streets, too focused on whatever task he was currently interested in to see you trying to escape.
‘You big gorilla brute!’ you snarled, struggling in his grasp but he didn’t seem to notice. He pulled you regardless to join a queue.
It didn’t look like it was for food but he was clearly excited. But you were not. In fact, you were hungry and you were growing increasingly pissed off. At least the queue moved quickly if nothing else. As you observed, you discerned that it was a raffle of some kind.
‘What the hell is this Aoi?’ you groused, your arms folded in agitation.
‘Takada-chan is holding a one off Halloween special concert.’
Ah-now his enthusiasm makes sense.
You gritted your teeth.
‘And this is the raffle to get tickets?’ you realised.
‘Yup.’
Maki had been your first choice to accompany you on this mission but Aoi had practically scrambled to go. You’d almost been dumb enough to feel flattered that he had been so insistent he accompany you. Any thoughts of that had faded when he had drooled over your shoulder during the train ride and eaten your bento when you had managed to get a light rest.
Still you couldn’t muster up the will to be mad at him when you saw his rising enthusiasm as the queue moved on and it grew closer and closer to his turn. He was like a little child waiting for Santa Claus. When it finally was his turn, he literally ran to pull his ticket from the ballot to see if he had been successful.
His face crumpled with disappointment when he was unsuccessful. Your resolve crumbled a little more, you almost felt bad for him.
Almost.
‘Better luck next time, Aoi,’ you said, patting his shoulder sympathetically.
‘What are you talking about?’ he asked brusquely. ‘It’s your turn now.’
‘Huh?’
He gestured to the ballot box, and the people manning the box waved you forward.
‘Fine, whatever,’ you sighed, performing your newfound duty half-heartedly. You thrust your arm into the black ballot box and rifled around before your fingers settled on a piece of paper. Where Aoi’s ticket had been white, yours was red.
‘We have a winner!’ the staff cheered, ringing a bell joyously, placing two tickets into your hand.
‘Oh, thanks,’ you said flatly.
‘It must be your lucky day!’ the older man said as he handed you the tickets.
You chuckled weakly before taking your leave.
My lucky day? It doesn’t feel like it.
On the other hand, Aoi looked like all his wildest dreams had come true. His expression was so bright that he was practically glowing. You had to look away from the euphoric grin plastered on his face. You grumbled something incredibly rude when you passed him your newly won tickets. They fell on deaf ears.
In such a good mood, dinner was on Aoi, at his insistence. It was good, blast him. It was more than good really. It was delicious. Aoi had been in the area before and he knew of a little hole in the wall family restaurant that served food that was filling yet cheap and with service that was utterly charming. The only downside of your evening meal was the company you held. Aoi couldn’t shut up about how excited he was about the upcoming concert, shoving food in his gaping maw and chattering non-stop with equal fervour. He ate so much that the table was heaving with plates by the time he was finished. He waved away your cash and insisted upon paying. You didn’t know if it was politeness or rudeness, you hoped it was the former. With Aoi it could be hard to tell.
After dinner though, all you wished to do was find somewhere you could relax and kill some time before the gig, Aoi dragged you to a crappy pop-up seasonal store to pick up some Halloween costumes. You wanted so badly to be in a bad mood, but you couldn’t help but get swept up in the excitement of things. Shitty low budget Halloween costumes, and a great concert after a tasty meal it was fun, you were forced to admit. Though you pouted and grumbled, your bad mood had long since faded.
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The concert was high octane and hyped up to the max. If you thought that Aoi was a super-fan, you had been sorely mistaken. There were legions of die-hard Takada-chan fans who were dancing with well-practiced choreography to her high intensity performances. They had posters, they had chants, they had Takada-chan themed haori. You didn’t miss Aoi’s envious glances at the haori. You were grateful that you and he were dressed up as a vampire and pumpkin respectively. You didn’t think you could have handled being dressed like one of the Takada fanatics.
Aoi, ever the dedicated fan, was so excited that he insisted you and he stay around until the venue was nearly empty just for the chance of another sight of Takada. You lingered around for two whole hours, and failed to even catch sight of her. Security remained noncommittal about whether she may re-emerge at all. When you thought all hope might have been lost, Takada re-emerged from the backstage area, walking past her adoring fans towards her sleek black car. Ever the idol, Takada still took some time to call over some fans and obligingly posed for some photos. Before she climbed into the car, she made a bee-line in your direction, going out of her way to greet you.
‘Oh!’ she exclaimed, her voice sweet as honey, ‘It’s great to see more of my female fans!’
She was smiley and charming, and you found that, despite yourself, your heart pounded a little at her force of personality. Flustered, you let her leave after having posed dazedly for a picture with her and as you watched her walk away, the super fans looked at you enviously. Aoi grinned like simply bring allowed to spend time in Takada’s proximity had been luxury enough. He had been the one who had insisted you get the photo taken, pulling your phone from your pocket and directing you like a fashion week photographer.
Your legs were tired from the hours spent standing at the concert, but you kept Aoi’s long stride on the walk back to the station.
‘Well?’ he grinned.
‘What?’ you asked.
‘Are you Takada fan now?’
You mulled the question over.
‘She said she liked my costume,’ you settled on eventually. It had been nice of her to comment on the last minute buy. It was black and red and had a frankly horrific amount of cheap lace and a short cloak. You had gone the extra mile with comically ill-fitting plastic fangs and fishnet tights. You had expected to wear it just to enjoy feeling silly, just like how Aoi had chosen to dress as a pumpkin. But Takada had complimented you politely and taken the time to make you feel like she really was engaged in talking to you.
‘Of course she liked your costume,’ Aoi said matter of factly. ‘You look good in it.’
In the same breath he launched into a rapid fire account of the idol’s accolades. Still, the small compliment, stated as fact, and not something to stroke your ego, pleased you.
By the time you arrived at the station you were in a sweet mood. The joy of good food, nice entertainment, and the knowledge of a job well done let contentment settle low within you.
‘I bet this is the last train,’ you remarked. It was late now, night segueing into the next day.
‘Nah,’ Aoi said confidently.
‘Huh. I’m surprised that the trains are still running this late.’
‘What? No, the last train was three hours ago.’
You stilled.
‘Well how do we get home? Did you at least book a hotel?’
‘No, I didn’t even know if I’d get the tickets,’ he said breezily.
Your hands clenched into fists.
‘Aoi,’ you growled, danger was in your voice. Threats that didn’t need to be spoken.
Aoi turned you with an expression that told you he had no idea why you were so angry. Like it was totally beyond his comprehension why you might not fancy the night sleeping on a bench in the train station still dressed up like an idiot. Your costume didn’t feel so cute now.
It was cold and you sat down on a bench inside the chilly and deserted train station and tried very hard not to murder your work colleague. Then, you wondered if it was even worth resisting the urge. Why not indulge yourself?
‘Aoi,’ you snarled again. ‘You’re going out there. You’re going to find a hotel for us to spend the night, and it better not be a love hotel. And if you don’t, I’ll kill you.’
Aoi could be an idiot at times but he had enough sense to remain mute and nod at your order. You expression had likely been threat enough.
It was raining by the time he returned to the station. By then you were shivering, but he had been outside and he was soaking wet.
‘I found a hotel,’ he said flatly, ‘but you’re not going to like it.’
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‘Oh, I’m so sorry but because it’s a last-minute booking, there’s only one room available,’ the receptionist apologised. ‘But luckily it’s a double bed,’ he added like that changed anything.
Oh no, there’s only one bed left, you thought sarcastically. Luck my fucking ass.
‘Book it,’ you grumbled.
You should have felt bad that today Aoi had paid for everything, for under any other circumstance you would have insisted that you pay your share, but Aoi, in your opinion at least, deserved every punishment you could deliver upon him.
The storm raging outside was pathetic fallacy. You too were feeling just as thunderous. You trudged to the room soaked to the skin and more than a little upset. Your shoes squelched uncomfortably underfoot, adding to your misery.
Of course, as if oblivious to your anger, your tiredness, and your discomfort, Aoi insisted he shower first. He was so meticulous about hygiene it put most people to shame. You washed next; relieved he’d left you some towels and toiletries or else you might really have throttled him. When you emerged from the small bathroom, Aoi was sitting on the couch, the spare blanket from the wardrobe wrapped around him pitifully. It barely covered his shoulders. At six foot three, forcing Aoi to sleep on the couch was much like a cruel and unusual punishment. He filled the couches frame whilst sitting up, lying down would have been unbearable. You might have been in a bad mood, but you weren’t a monster.
‘You can take the bed,’ you said begrudgingly.
‘I’m fine,’ he insisted.
‘Don’t piss me off more than you already have,’ you grumbled. ‘We can share the bed. How about that?’
Besides, it’ll be nice not having to sleep alone for once.
You didn’t mention that last part. Instead when he climbed into the bed beside you, you murmured, ‘Takada won’t like you sharing a bed with another woman though.’
You said it bitterly, to needle him a little, as a verbal punishment for his general dumbassery and for getting you and him into this situation.
‘Probably not,’ he replied and it was clear he was thinking about something else.
‘You looked very cute in your costume earlier,’ he said after some thought. ‘I didn’t notice it until Takada-chan pointed it out.’
Once she had, that was all Aoi could notice. He was glad you had sent him away to get soaked first choosing to remain in the empty train station because when the rain had started to fall down, and you and he ran to the hotel, your cheaply-made costume had started to get thin from the rain, and almost transparent in places. He had found it increasingly hard to look away. Then only moments ago, you’d come out of the shower dressed just in the undershirt you wore beneath your uniform, your underwear, and a towel wrapped around your hair, and he hadn’t been able to look at you at all. Demanding you and he shared the bed was truly the worst punishment you could have delivered, because now he could smell your hair, still just a little damp from where you had given up on drying it and the heat of your body so close to him. All he had to do was reach out and touch you and he could finally confirm that your skin was as soft as it looked to be-
‘Aoi,’ you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep.
‘Mmm?’ He hummed hoping it made it sound like he had been sleepier than he really was.
‘Did you have fun today?’
‘Yes,’ he said quickly, the answer had been obvious.
The fight against the curse had been short and relatively painless, and the meal you and he had eaten afterwards was great. Hunting out costumes with you had been fun and at the concert, watching you dance had been hypnotic.
‘Takada-chan really is something else, huh?’ You mumbled.
Why are you talking about her? What does she have to do with anything? he wanted to ask, but he had the sense to be quiet.
Unthinkingly his hand reached out to trace a deep bruise on your shoulder. You shivered lightly under his touch.
‘That’s a pretty angry bruise, does it hurt?’
You nodded, but remained silent. He was still touching it and if you said something he might stop. You don’t want him to stop.
Why don’t I want him to stop?
In turn, Aoi wasn’t so sure why he wished to touch you. You hadn’t dressed to catch his attention when you prepared for bed, but you had gotten it. You could have slept in your uniform and still he would have found it impossible to look away.
Why? When had it become like that?
The relationship you shared.
When had it become something Aoi treasured?
Before he realised it Aoi had pressed a soft kiss to your bruise. You gasped lightly.
‘I’m making it better,’ he murmured, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You, who had an answer for everything was suddenly without words.
‘Are you asleep?’ He asked, his voice now softer, concerned, with an edge of something heavier.
You shook your head.
He was grinning, you could tell. That infuriating shit eating grin that always made you want to do nothing more than acquaint your fist with his jaw.
He was closer to you now, you heard him move on the bed a little, feeling it dip as he shifted his weight.
‘Shy?’ He breathed in your ear.
You nodded.
What is his plan here? You wondered.
He poked your bruise and you yelped.
‘Aoi, what the fuck?!’ you tossed your blankets aside so you could roll over quickly and glare at him, your hand over your bruise protectively.
He was grinning again, when you turned around in anger. You had reacted just as he had wanted you to.
‘Not so shy now are ya?’
‘God you’re infuriating,’ you groaned.
Now he could see you more clearly, an unexpected bonus from your angry movement pushing down the blanket. He could see the bruises on your stomach, your legs, littering your arms from blocking the curse’s blows earlier in the day.
‘You bruise so easily,’ he noted. ‘They look angry.’
‘I’m pretty angry, never mind my bruises. And, so what? You’re injured too asshole,’ you scowled. You hoped that any trembling in your tone would be attributed to anger and not flustering at Aoi’s massive hands exploring the bruises that littered your body with curiosity.
It wasn’t like he had never seen a bruise before, and you’d always taken a slightly vindictive glee when you managed to get past his defences in training and left a lasting mark on his body, so you had even left a bruise or two on him before. He’d bruised you in training more than once, too.
He looked down at his muscular chest absently as if checking for injuries, you looked down, too. You didn’t look back up quickly enough. It was a miracle you had managed to look away at all. The man was strong and it showed in his body, broad shoulders, sculpted muscles scrunched enticingly in his relaxed position. He seemed to have had the same idea as you and had planned on sleeping in his underwear. He made quite the view, and he was a lot prettier when he shut his damn mouth.
Your hand reached instinctively and traced an angry mark on his chest. He frowned. It was tender but he didn’t notice the pain much. His eyes were glued to your lips. You had absently pulled a lip between your teeth, worrying it slightly, concerned at the deep bruise on his chest. It was a gesture he found entirely alluring. What was in the air that everything you did right now only served to entice him more?
‘Do you need an ice pack or something?’ You asked. His bruise was much worse than yours. He had taken a few powerful and direct blows. The worst of your injuries had come from being thrown onto the ground like a ragdoll. But it didn’t appear that Aoi had heard your question. There was something in his eyes, the very eyes he couldn’t tear from looking at your mouth.
His hand was still resting on your thigh, just lightly tracing a bruise, no longer inspecting the injury he was simply making idle patterns. Your hand was on his chest and the room was quiet, so quiet.
A rare occurrence when you and Aoi were in a room together.
‘Ao-’
‘I wanna kiss you,’ Aoi declared.
Oh, Aoi liked the look of immediate mortification on your face. He was accustomed to that look. He knew it well. It was the expression you made when the entirety of his classmates were pissed off with him but you secretly enjoyed it. The face you showed when everyone was screaming at him for eating someone’s leftovers or drinking someone’s tea and they turned to you for confirmation that his actions were inexcusable and you would fluster and bluster like you were annoyed, even though to him it was clear you weren’t. Not really.
You wouldn’t say yes, he knew you were too proud to admit that you liked the idea of it, even though the interest and want twinkled in your eyes, so instead he said, ‘kick me if you don’t want it. But I’m gonna kiss you now.’
His hand moved slowly, so slowly, from your stomach to your side, pulling you closer to him before he lowered his face to you. He moved like you were an easily startled animal, with cautious movements like you were inclined to skitter away. You appreciated it as much as it aggravated you. There was a plenty of time so that you could move away. You didn’t. You didn’t want to.
His lips were soft against yours, his scent enveloped you, he smelled so good, clean from the shower with a masculine undertone that was just inherently his own. It made you lean in more, just so it could cover you and intoxicate you fully.
You caught the corner of his mouth with your searching lips. It told you that though he had shaved that morning, he probably needed to shave daily. The stubble prickled your skin, heating it.
‘Your damn stubble burns,’ you griped.
‘You love it,’ he murmured, his lips not parting from yours.
You did, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
‘Shut up.’ You pressed the harsh words into his lips.
He smiled into your biting words, licking your lips in response. Demanding that you just give in already and melt into his lips like you truly wished to do. You parted your lips in a panting gasp, and it was all the access needed for his hungry tongue. You followed with fervour. You were never one to let Aoi outdo you in anything. He was undaunted by your challenge. He welcomed it, because it meant your kiss was demanding, your lips hypnotising. Your tongue was hot, and it swiped against his as Aoi tries to recall if there was a reason you hadn’t been kissing him like this for years.
All he had to do was ask?
What the hell had taken him so long?
You seemed to want to know the exact same thing when you flung your hip over his thigh just to get more contact. Your bruises ached, your hips were a little stiff from the earlier fight but the pain was fading quickly. Or pleasure was overtaking the discomfort. You didn’t care which it was, all you cared about was that Aoi had grabbed your hip and pulled you closer.
Aoi was realising that he loved the way that your soft flesh felt under his large hands. It would be impossible to stop touching you after this. He held your hips, guiding you so that you were straddling his waist. Your lips didn’t part as he manhandled you into a position he liked, your breathing had intermingled so much you weren’t sure where his breathing ended and yours begun. You pulled back from his kiss, brushing your nose oh so affectionately against his cheek, his nose, nuzzling him as you calmed your breathing a little.
Unskilled kisses showed he hadn’t kissed much before, if ever. But, as he was in all things, Aoi was a quick learner and he was taking your breath away before you knew it. Your chest, rising and falling, was enough for his attention to go there, his lips parted, enthralled. His hands, once securely placed on the plushness of your hips, rose from your silky soft skin. Your eyes widened, realisation dawning.
‘Ao-’ you warned but it didn’t matter, he had clapped his hands and your positions were reversed thanks to his cursed technique.
You grunted, his massive body was a heavy weight on your hips, but Aoi didn’t care because here, towered above you, he could plant his mouth on your cheek, your shoulders and the small amount of your chest exposed by your undershirt. His big hands were roving under your shirt as your hands rose to his shoulder holding him close to you, not that he had any intention to move. His body was mammoth, and it enveloped you easily. He loomed over you, but his gentleness was something you hadn’t seen from him before. You certainly would never be able to see training with him the same way.
You watched him hungrily. His skin was tanned from time in the sun. He trained relentlessly for hours a day. Arousal pooled at the sight of his muscles, his chest puffed with pride as he saw you ogling. He’d heard your ideal type before. It hadn’t matched his ideal type so he had discarded the information. Now he wondered if he met the requirements.
‘Ask it,’ you grumbled.
‘Huh?’ He asked, biting and nibbling at your neck.
‘I can read it on your face. Ask.’
You were grinning, amused. He liked that, a smile without an ounce of frustration and aggravation. He wanted to see more of those from you.
‘What’s your ideal type?’ he asked.
‘Big, strong, dumb. You.’ You were grinning more now at your joke and your rising giggle turned to a squeal when he nipped playfully at your neck for your response.
‘Dumb?’ He repeated scandalised.
‘Yes,’ you giggled. ‘Dumb.’
‘I’m not dumb.’
‘You’re dumb as hell Aoi, otherwise you’d have told me you were interested long before now.’
‘I only noticed,’ he admitted.
‘And you’re not dumb?’
‘Are you into me?’
Unfortunately you chuckled and he punished you with another bite, this time it would bruise. It was accompanied by a theatrical growl and it had you squirming and laughing in equal measure.
‘Yes, yes I am,’ you squealed, begging for his torture to stop, but playfulness seeped away as something heavier filled the air. The fun didn’t fade, but your expression settled into something a lot more wanting, Aoi’s expression mirrored yours, in sync.
He tugged at the end of your shirt, his eyes flickering to yours, a silent request for permission, a reminder that it was yours to accept or refuse. You nodded and he pulled it over your head and threw it away enthusiastically, it hit a picture hung on the wall and it wobbled ominously. You both stilled to see if it fell, but it settled.
‘Idiot,’ you groused, pulling Aoi’s lips back to yours. His hands were busy exploring your chest. He was sweeping his hand over your skin revelling in how soft it was, how impossibly silky your skin felt under his touch. You smelt like the same cheap hotel shampoo and shower-gel that he used, but he admittedly adored how there was an underlying scent that was wholly yours.
‘You smell good,’ you breathed, and he hummed in response.
‘You too.’
Aoi wondered if you found his skin as alluring as he found yours, because your hand was smoothing over his body, soft almost ticklish movements. Your hand brushed his side, he squirmed a little and his breath stuttered. Your cheeky smile doubled like you’d gotten the upper hand though you were the one pinned beneath him. For extra measure, he took your wrists in one big hand and pressed them to the pillow behind your head.
He hated to admit it but he thought you might have been right. He had liked you and simply never noticed. Because today, he had the opportunity to spend an entire concert, front row, gazing adoringly at his beloved Takada and he had spent it looking at you and only you.
His intent was to pull your lower lip between his teeth, to see if he could start to coax noises from you other than giggles and squeals. But you were arching your chest just a little and it was too easy to divert his attention, pull his head down and nuzzle his head between your breasts pressing kisses there.
‘Aoi,’ you gasped, and he hummed around his mouthful of breast.
Your hands were above you and you wanted nothing more than to touch him, so you wiggled a little petulantly trying to tug your arms free. Aoi knew you couldn’t break out so easily, not without a fight. But it was clear you had a plan in mind and he wanted to let you play so he freed your hands and grunted when they went straight around his shoulders. Clinging to him, light nails trailed down his back and shoulders, carefully, so light it was teasing in places, you explored Aoi’s expansive body, looking for ticklish areas.
You were the farthest you could be from laughing though when his hand lowered to your other breast and you whined at his attention. His strong hands were roaming your breasts, always pulling, rolling, teasing nipples. He realised he could pull you apart switching from his fingers to his mouth. Even a light brush of his thumb over your nipple, the little buds already stiff from the attentions made your breath come out short and too quick. The noises he rent from you were his reward and they pushed him to learn quickly. Your body was perfect for him. It reacted to his touches so enthusiastically.
Your hands were on his chest now, echoing his movements. His nipples weren’t as sensitive as yours but they pebbled under your touch, and you spent a little time exploring again the areas that drew more of a reaction. Working from the muscles on his side of his chest, deliciously strong pectorals were caressed by tender hands, down, down, down his body you explored, to his navel where your hands reached the dark trail of hair that lead beneath his underwear. You rested your hands there. His underwear was already dangerous low on his hips but you didn’t know how far you and he were willing to push things tonight. His scent filled the air and your heart pounded fast. Butterflies were flying in your stomach, exalting, amazed that this was actually happening.
You had no qualms continuing, but you knew Aoi was a man of a perplexing moral code, all his own.
Aoi pulled back from his attention on your chest and his cheeks were blazing hot. You could see the red rising high on his cheekbones. You knew he was more than aware where your hands were resting and the heavy implication that hung over the gesture but he claimed your lips again, his hand covered yours and pushed them down, slipping under the elastic waistband of his underwear. Your heart pumped in double time.
You were craning your neck to meet his mouth. His height didn’t make it easy. His mouth was rough, his tongue demanding but his calloused fingers were tracing your skin so softly like he feared he might break you, even though he was so aware of his strength. You weren’t feeling quite so gentle as your curious hands dipped below his boxers pulling out his length that had already started to harden.
He hissed at the touch, and it sounded like honey in your ear. You might have been the one holding his cock but he had you squirming with his hungry open-mouthed kisses. He sucked your tongue, claiming your lips and marked you, branding you as his. He was caressing your stomach, big hands meandering from your nipples, squeezing the soft skin of your tummy down to your hips.
He rocked his hips, slowly fucking into your hand in a rhythm he liked. He really didn’t get what you had in mind. You had wanted to be the one guiding things, pumping his cock until he fell apart around you. You should have known that if you gave Aoi an inch and he would take a mile. Still, you couldn’t hold it against him when you were too busy being flustered at his fiery gaze as he watched your every expression like your pleasure was his pleasure, his hips never stilling as he guided your hand.
His skin was so warm. It was like he was trying to undo the time you and he spent running in the icy rain from the station to the meagre hotel. Like he was scorching away the chill and discomfort with his big body that covered yours.
You tightened your grip on his dick when he lowered a hand around your much smaller one. He wasn’t shy about showing what he liked, what he wanted from you. You were frustrated at his brazenness and all the more glad for it, because if he teased your technique, and used this as an opportunity to mess with you right now you might haven bitten his head off.
‘Your hand is so… fucking good,’ he grunted. ‘Made to hold my cock.’
You chuckled, but it got killed in your throat when he latched onto your breast, biting you harshly. What was that about him being aware of his strength? You had worried your scraping nails would leave a mark. Aoi did not have such qualms. You whined at the touch and his hips sped up. Pleasure mixed with pain and your brain was growing ever pleasure drunk.
‘Touch your boobs,’ he demanded.
God, decorum would have gone a long way, but you obliged and he watched rapt, more focused than he had been watching Takada’s show. His hand clenched around yours tightened even more, pumping his cock greedily. His other hand was on your hips and pulled your clothed sex down to meet his thigh. You jerked at the contact, your hot pussy against his thick thigh. He grinned at the little cry you made, and he pressed his thigh against you harder. He was jerking his hips faster and faster now, fucking into your hand desperately. You had no say in how he used your hand to wring pleasure from him, but he loved the feeling of your hand on him. Touching himself had never brought so much ecstasy.
You couldn’t breathe when you took in his expression. He was in the throes of pleasure but his eyes were latched onto you, nowhere else, like he was a starving man and you were his saving meal. Like he wanted to eat you alive. He seized as he came over your stomach and hip and you yelped with a scowl.
‘Gross,’ you wrinkled your nose.
‘What?’ he said like he’d intended to do that, though you knew he hadn’t. He was a fucking idiot who just hadn’t thought things through and got carried away. But, ever the gentleman, he reached to fetch the towel you had used to dry your hair, and wiped your stomach none too gently.
You were prepared to grumble a little more but you found his attention was now on your underwear. His gaze was zeroed in on the little damp spot he found there.
‘Some here too,’ he mused, and tugged at your underwear demonstratively.
You froze as his big hands pulled down your underwear with a growing grin. Like this had been his grand masterplan all along and you’d fallen into his trap.
Any complaints died before the reached your lips when he sunk off the end of the bed, pulling your legs with him so that he was kneeling on the ground, your legs over his shoulder and his head nestled between your thighs. He inhaled deeply and hummed approvingly. You hated that he acted like this is all part of his grand scheme when you knew he was flying by the seat of his pants as much as you were.
Your hands reached for his hair in his signature ponytail clasping it, unsure if you wanted his contact or if you want to throttle him for his bravado. You opted for contact when he took your thighs and pinned them against the bed, spreading you as much as he could.
You squeaked and he chuckled.
Leaning down, Aoi enthusiastically licked your soaked folds. He sounded approving at how wet you were and you jerked your hips in the hope you could break his iron-clad grasp and crush his head between your thighs. The damn asshole was still acting like he was directing events when he was the one who had came all over your chest and hand like the impatient fool he was. You couldn’t quite keep your thoughts in line though when his tongue moves onto the sensitive nerves of your clit, slipping his tongue in a delectable movement that made all irritation slip from your thoughts.
What had you been mad about again?
Your placation didn’t last long. It never did with Aoi in the equation.
He looked up like he was going to say something that would irritate you so you took the initiative to pull his hair and guide him back down to your aching pussy. You squirmed under his touches, it was unintentional and out of your control, your mutinous body just moved as pleasure guided it but that just made Aoi press you to the bed more. Your thighs were already a little sore from the earlier fight and your time at the concert but the pleasure mixed with the pain and elevated you.
His tongue on your pussy had your core pulsing, you hated that you were already as close as you were. Aoi hummed, his lips closed around your clit, sucking just so and it made you jerk your hips like you had been electrified, spots of white filling your vision.
‘You gonna cum so soon, babe? You’re moving a lot.’
Fuck, what not to say, Aoi. His dirty talk really needed some work.
‘No,’ you hissed unconvincingly, pissed off that he was affecting you so much. Of course you’d just have to go and fall for quite possibly the most irritating man on the planet.
He grinned, sensing your lies, and moved his tongue back up to your clit. You were writhing again, torn between giving into the pleasure you were craving, and staving it off just to spite Aoi. Your hips were involuntarily bucking, with Aoi’s strength you doubt it even registered. Your hands were on his head like he was a lifeline and he grunted when you pulled his hair. You knew he liked the roughness. He doubled down his affections on your clit and you arched your back off the bed with a cry that was caught in the back of your throat. You climaxed, overwhelmed. You were blind to Aoi’s shit eating grin, which was a pity because there was a deep longing hunger there that told that he wasn’t even close to being able to end things there. He needed to make you scream again. He’d been to over a hundred Takada concerts and nothing had sounded as sweet as the sound he had torn from you.
He was achingly hard again and he knew that there was only one place it should be. Deep in your sweet pussy.
He manhandled your body up the bed with surprising gentleness as you caught your breath. Hard to do when he was looming over you pressing kisses to your neck and your chest like he was a man maddened, the poison and the cure to be found only in your touch. You caught your breath to regain some of your senses and realised that this couldn’t go on. You needed him to realise that this wasn’t all his doing and if you didn’t do it soon you’d never hear the end of how he managed to pull you apart at the very seams.
‘Clap your hands Aoi,’ you panted.
‘Hmm?’ He asked as if all cognitive thought was worlds away.
‘Clap your hands,’ you growled. He did so and your positions were reversed. This time it was your job to earn the shit eating grin.
You were still shivering from the effects of the orgasm he had wrenched from you, but that didn’t stop you when you were leaning over him and guiding yourself onto his thick cock. Fuck, he was big. You moaned as you stretched around the blunt tip of his cock and you realised you probably should have spent a little longer preparing for him, but the time for hesitation was gone. After all, this was your opportunity to have something to be in control of.
You were whining and pulsing around his length as you accepted him into you, and Aoi found he couldn’t have talked even if he wanted to. The sight of you sinking down on his cock had rendered him unable to do anything other than watch with wide ravenous eyes. You were not even halfway down and you were slowing from the feeling of being stretched so fully but the look in your eyes, behind all the feral lust told him clearly that if he pressed even an inch of his cock inside you there would be hell to pay. This was you, he’d let you do anything to him. Aoi gritted his teeth and accepted the tight heat you wrapped around him with impatience.
By the time you’d sunk down to his hips, Aoi’s jaw was slack and his intense eyes were practically aglow. Your pussy was so tight and it was hugging him, pushing him to the limit and you hadn’t even started moving. Shuddering on his cock you gripped his forearms for support, he grunted when he felt you constricting his cock with your pulsing, stretching walls. You sighed and whined, not even bothering to school your voice or supress the sounds that were spilling forth. Blissful pleasure moulded your expression to one of dazed ecstasy when you started to lift your hips. When you found a rhythm that maddened you both and your hands moved to his chest for support, Aoi’s hands moved to your ass, spreading your cheeks, branding them with a grip you knew would bruise.
There was growing tension between you, a heated ascent that forewarned intense pleasure for your body. Your body embraced his like it was made to take him. It seemed impossible someone so small could accept him so eagerly but, then again, everyone looked small to Aoi. You hadn’t even hesitated to take his large cock and the thought caused his hips to thrust mutinously.
Your whine of pleasure told him it was not unwelcome at all. You rode him as your core tightened into a blazing ball of impending pleasure, practically begging him to do it again. Aoi, who couldn’t take his eyes off you for a second could see it written over your face, and more overwhelmingly he could feel your pussy clenching around him as you ground down as deep as you could take him and he pounded into you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.
You lost it before he did, moans and curses falling from your mouth as your orgasm crashed over you once more. You were trembling. Still, Aoi was not quite done with you yet, still pounding into you exquisite heat, extending your orgasm relentlessly. Ferociously he drilled into your soaked pussy, your whole body bounced from the force and all you could do was cling onto him and cry out.
‘Too much,’ you whined, but he was deaf to your cries as he almost rammed into you, chasing his pleasure. He brought his hand to your clit and rubbed three fingers there. You were reduced to whines and moans and nonsense as he tried to coax from you something you weren’t sure would be possible.
He sped up his hips and his fingers when he saw your glazed eyes. He could gauge your reactions now. They were enticing, he learned them intimately. Pulling out all the way he shoved his cock deep into you, using his power to move you like you weighed nothing. He repeated the action once, twice, three times more and you came with a cry that was entirely silent. The pleasure on your face was enough for him to climax too. He only just had enough time to pull out and come over your stomach, branding you with his cum.
He was panting and you were just as out of breath. Still, he had enough sense to fetch the towel again, without you needing to complain. He swiped your stomach, a half-hearted clean up but you were so exhausted it was hard to find it in you to care.
You fell to the side, curling into his chest, unwilling to lose contact with him just yet.
Aoi pulled you close and looked at you with curious eyes.
‘What?’ You complained.
‘Tired?’
You hummed in agreement.
He sighed and lay back for a while, reaching to your thigh, pulling you closer.
‘So… wanna sleep a little and do it again?’
You didn’t even have the energy to bite back at him or call him incorrigible. It would have been empty complaints anyway. You simply nuzzled in closer throwing a hand onto his broad chest.
‘Sure thing.’