A/N: Happy Reading~
70. Touch
The sliding door closes with a small sound.
Maguro blinked. Had Inumaki sent her back to her room?
No wait, Maguro felt the familiar energy that exudes in this room. More masculine, and she remembered hers smelled like a mix of lavender and baby powder from that hair shampoo she was using.
This is a different room, and it feels and smells familiar. Like…Inumaki's room?
Releasing her grip on the towels hanging on Inumaki's neck, Maguro looked up around the room.
Ah. It's Inumaki's room alright.
She vaguely registered that Inumaki had gently grasped her chin halfway through her looking up and guided her mouth to his in one smooth move.
Her response was immediate. She sighed and leaned into him, kissing him back with renewed vigour after their earlier interrupted episode. Her heart speeds up when his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body before angling his head to kiss her soft lips better.
Upon feeling her soft body moulding against his, he hummed out a sigh. He loved this.
He easily pulled out the hairpin from her hair, letting the cool long locks tumble down her small back. He loved how her hair frames around her face, and how lovely she becomes when her hair is loose. He combed his finger through her soft hair and massaged the base of her skull with his finger, and she rewarded him with a soft moan.
Melted. Jelly legs. Magically delicious. Sexually stimulating. Those are the words that Maguro thought in her mind when he holds and kisses her like this.
As if responding to her thoughts, Inumaki deepens their kiss and leaned down to her, before hoisting her up by hooking the back of her knees to wrap around his waist for a closer embrace.
Bless him for knowing she couldn't stand right now.
Oh… Maguro thought to herself. Yes…this…we have to continue…
Inumaki heard her thought and hummed out a respond during their kiss to her, agreeing to her suggestion. Maguro finds it so sexy she couldn't help but to grab a handful of his damp hair with one hand, while the other slides up his neck to gently rub his earlobe.
He walked steadily with her in his arms to his room, only to place her at the countertop in the kitchen, akin to placing her on a pedestal to worship and admire.
Inumaki knew that this wasn't enough for her. From her earlier thoughts, she had wanted more.
More of his touches. More of his warmth. More of his hands all over her.
And more of his mouth on hers.
Maguro wrapped both of her legs around his waist tighter, pulling him into her embrace. At the height of the countertop, Maguro could feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing onto hers, and she guessed that she had done the right move when Inumaki responded with a strangled moan against her mouth, his hand retrieved from running his hand on her back and gripped her hips tightly.
As if to stall her…?
No. Maguro quietly realizes that he is solid rock-hard underneath that pants, and probably was trying hard to control himself before he escalates this straight to sex.
Bless her now for being capable enough to keep her thoughts to herself.
No sooner that thought passes, Inumaki's hand gripping her hips slides to her small back and pulled her closer to the edge of the countertop, allowing her to rub herself against him. Both moaned at the contact, and their hands become more frenzied in exploring each other's body.
Inumaki slides his hands up underneath her shirt – his shirt, to be exact. She never really returned the shirt he borrowed her on their first day meeting – and rubbed slow circles with his thumb on her ribs. Maguro was waiting patiently for him to touch her properly and continue to suck on his tongue inside her mouth that currently entangles with hers.
She mimicked him and slid her hand up his shirt, feeling the hard packs on his abdomen and the almost molten smooth hot skin of his chest.
But a few seconds felt like eons.
Desire overpowering her patience, Maguro impatiently grabbed the hand rubbing circles on her ribs to slide right up to her breast.
It was like something snapped upon feeling the round softness of her naked breast, and Inumaki Toge escalated things between them in an almost frenzy. Maguro fully gives her consent for him to touch her, and he felt her desire for him building up in their mind connection. It was as if her soul was screaming out to his, calling him to claim her.
Her hand bravely slides down to below the waistband of his pants, quickly recalling the information she had once read online about foreplay and sexual intimacy and applying it to Inumaki. The reaction was a jolt of his hips and his hard bulge rubbing into her hand and – she didn't know how he does that – a very breathy Inumaki Toge speaking to her through their mind connection.
"M-Maguro!" he speaks out his thoughts to her, the electric feeling that coursed through his veins setting his groin on fire. More so with her hand on it. He was struggling to think a coherent reply when her hand gave his bulge a small squeeze, but managed out to her in a struggle, "Your hand…it feels good…"
Patience be damned, he wanted her now.
Breaking their kiss with a pop when their lips separated, Inumaki slides his lips to the side of her cheeks, then to her chin, then right down to her neck and beelines straight to his favourite spot. His shirt's neckline is wide enough on her that he could pull it aside and latch on to the soft skin at the juncture of her neck. Circling the tip of his tongue on that spot, he dived in and gives her lovely soft skin a gentle graze of his teeth before he sucked on the smooth skin of her shoulder.
While his other hand gave her breast a light squeeze.
Maguro gave out a strangled sob and gripped his hair tightly. Toge…this…this feels… she barely managed to think out a word. It was euphoric. His tongue on her skin, coupled with the way he seemed to pinch her skin with his mouth by sucking on the skin on her shoulder, and the cursed speech Snake and Fang mark that seemed to hum and vibrate with each lick of his tongue, seemed to intensify the growing heat threatening to burst out from within her.
More so when he rubbed the hard tips of her breasts between his fingers gently.
"T-Toge…Toge…!" Maguro called his name almost desperately. She removed her hand from the hot bulge and rubbed her thighs against his in an up and down motion, feeling the hard bulge rubbing against her hot center, which she clenched repeatedly to relieve the almost painful throbbing there. She wanted more.
More.
She didn't even know why she had felt embarrassed when he had cornered her in his room earlier before they were interrupted by Gojo-sensei. It was a good few weeks wasted. This was what she had been waiting for, and what was there to be embarrassed about? Inumaki Toge wants her, and knew she wanted him long before Gojo-sensei interrupted them.
If the attack didn't happen, she probably would have continued to be stupidly embarrassed or shy or whatever it was that made her wait patiently. Now, she doesn't even want to be patient anymore.
She doesn't want to have another regret after her family. Once was more than enough.
Now? Now she just wants to live in the now, and regret nothing tomorrow.
Inumaki moved his hips between her legs, rubbing his bulge against her hot core according to her subtle request and breathed hard from the euphoric sensation against her neck. She gasped and wrapped an arm tightly on his shoulder, leaning into his ear and kisses the spot at the back of his ear. That move alone promises so much, and she couldn't wait.
He groaned in response to her thought and pushes his hips harder into her core, pleased when she whimpered in response and gripped onto his shoulder tighter, while her other hand slides right up to his hair and gripped them tightly, causing him to grunt in euphoric pain.
Inumaki himself never knew he liked to have his hair pulled until now. It made him feel so desired, so wanted.
So turned on.
"T-Toge…please…" Maguro whined to him, gripping onto his arm tightly. She wanted something to relieve the throbbing pain in her cunt. It was becoming unbearable, and she could feel herself getting wetter as they continue like this. "H-help me…please…its…its…"
His other hand slides down from her waist to her thighs, squeezing it gently to elicit that lovely response from her again. She was so cute when she's high, especially her voice. It was a notch higher than her usual voice, and it stirred something in him whenever she cries out to him in this voice.
In response, his penis twitched at the sound of her whimpering against his lips when he ran his hot hands further and further up towards her hot core.
"Hmm?" He purred audibly in that lovely voice of his, then continued in his thoughts to her. "Tell me what you want, Maguro. I'll be glad to help."
"Toge…" Maguro continued to whine, not knowing how to tell him what she wanted without feeling embarrassed. It felt as if she was desperate for something. Wanting him to make love to her? Yes. That. But she didn't know how to ask that of him.
She has never done this before.
He smiled at her and hummed questioningly at her, nudging his nose against hers lovingly. "I promised, didn't I? You can always let me know. Anything you want, I would do it for you." He peppered her lips and cheeks with soft kisses before continuing in a slightly deeper tone in his thoughts, "I'll be gentle."
Maguro whimpered desperately, pulling him closer to her and kisses him anxiously. "I…I want you…I want you, Toge-kun… I can't wait…"
Maguro's eyes opened in a haze, and right at that moment, she caught a pair of eyes staring back at her near the open windows.
It was Nishimiya Momo.
