!Highschool Omake!

Undeniable Attraction


Warning:
Mentions and implications of sexual acts, wet dreams and masturbation.


"Ah, Giyuu...!"

Giyuu felt Miyasha tighten around him as he thrusted into her again, his mind focusing only on her and her small hands as they grasped his shoulder in sheer desperation.

He leaned down to nuzzle onto her shoulder once more as he moaned; almost losing his mind as her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him even closer to her — it was like she wanted them to dissolve into each other, being so lost that all was left was a tangle of limbs and fruits of their passion.

"Miyasha, hah..." He grunted as he pushed into her again, feeling himself almost reach his end before he slowed his pace down; he didn't want this moment to end so quickly.

No, he never wanted this to end.
He wanted to stay with her, beside her and maybe inside her like this too — anything to be closer to her, forever if possible. He wanted to get lost in her warm embrace, become so completely hers that he could never feel alone again.

Giyuu felt his heart skip as his name was drawn out from her lips in a long, desperate plea, making him turn almost crazy in lust as she looked at him with those watery wisteria-coloured orbs.

"Please," her voice sounded almost like dripping honey as she pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, "Please don't do this to me. Please go faster, Giyuu—"

"Shh, I got you, Miya," Giyuu kissed her as he resumed thrusting again, his pace more controlled than before but soon becoming erratic as they started chasing their climax together.

"A-Ah! Gi-Giyuu!" There wasn't a single thing of hers that didn't excite him — from her honeyed voice to her nails scratching his back to her hips thrusting upwards to meet him halfway.

She was positively stunning, an ethereal heap of lustful groans and shivering skin that belonged to him. That loved him.

God, he felt so fucking lucky.

"Haa...!" Giyuu bit back a moan, groaning her name in frustration as he felt his climax approach.

His unoccupied hand slithered down to touch her most intimate part, trying to find her pearl of pleasure to make her finish — however, he was interrupted by her slender hands as she cupped his face and kissed him in earnest.

"Do-Don't, ah!" She kissed him again before continuing, "I-I'm already at my li-limit, mm! If you touch me there then, ah! Oh, God!"

"Shh, let me take care of you." He continued kissing her as his left hand caressed her pearl, making her whine loudly before devolving into a panting mess.

It was beautiful watching her pant and shiver under him while his teeth grinded into her skin as he left his mark on her body almost greedily.

He still couldn't believe she let him touch her like this.
And even if this was some kind of a mistake or anything, he wasn't a man kind enough to not take advantage of her.

"Gi-Giyuu — ahhh!"

"Miya... ah, Miyasha!"

"Please, Giyuu! I-I'm…!"

"Fuck," Giyuu cursed when he felt her tighten around him as she climaxed suddenly, making his rhythm falter as her legs wrapped around his hips, "I-I can't…I can't hold it!"

"Please, don't, mm, don't hold back...!" Her hot breath fanned near his ears as she encouraged him, resulting in his hand tightening his grip on her thighs as he thrusted one last time before grinding into her deepest parts.

He came inside her while her arms tightened around him, the warmth of her embrace making him dissolve into her arms as he nuzzled on the skin around her neck before nibbling at her skin again.

He heard her breathing slow down to a much calmer pace, his own heart feeling full as he leaned in and uttered those cheesy, but infamous three words.

However, before he could even hear her reply, a loud ringing disrupted the atmosphere; making him roll over in his bed as he finally woke up enough to switch his damned alarm off while his dream crumbled away at its fictitious seams.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as Giyuu sat up with a groan, looking around the room. Panting slightly, he felt his body heating up as he slowly, almost forcibly, took a deep breath.

Memories of his wet dream came flooding back to him as he exhaled, trying to calm himself down again.

It, unfortunately, didn't work.

"Fuck." Giyuu cursed again as he sighed and weaved a hand through his untied hair.

He's been getting those dreams a lot, lately — dreams about Miyasha panting and begging under him and sometimes over him; a despicable and quite a low thing even for him to do but even then, Giyuu couldn't help but look forward to these dreams as he craved getting lost in her, becoming completely hers and she completely his.

How despicable was it of him to dream about her like this — it made him feel almost guilty as he thought what her reaction would be if she found out how he thought about her.

Unfortunately, it was undeniable that he thought of her that way and now even his mind and body couldn't deny it.

Giyuu sighed as he looked down at the sheets that covered his lower body, finding the risen bulge tenting the fabric of his boxers. The patches of wetness that soaked through his sheets made his face flush a bit as his mind ran through the content of his dreams again.

He couldn't believe it was all just a dream — it felt so real and warm and soft...

God, did he desperately wish to touch her and make her his — however, he'll never do anything to jeopardise the relationship he currently had with her.

Miyasha was everything he never thought he could have and even if these dreams were the closest thing he'll have with her, he'll take it.

Giyuu sighed again as he rubbed his face before getting out of his soiled bed — right now, he supposed, that continuing what he started was the polite thing to do. After all, he's already dug himself deep; he might as well indulge himself to feel less bad about it.

God, if only his alarm didn't wake him up like this.


Giyuu's eyes unconsciously trailed back to the door to the counsellor's office as he walked down the staircase, a frown slowly forming on his face as he increased his pace and left the main building.

He could almost feel the sigh he wanted to let out as he sat down on the iron staircase near the school grounds.

It has been a good while since he ate his lunch alone like this.

It was mostly because of Miyasha that he actually started to eat properly and more to how much he technically should — something that his sister was quite happy about as she enthusiastically packed him lunch every morning.

In fact, Giyuu even tried cooking himself at times to show off his skills to Miyasha; an embarrassing act, he knew, but he couldn't help it with how excited she got when they shared recipes and their cooking experiences together.

However today, he wasn't quite in the mood for anything and just picked up the packaged buns his sister bought from the market a few days ago.
Maybe it was because Miyasha hadn't come in today.

Giyuu finally let out the sigh he was holding in.

It has hardly been a day since Miyasha went for her two weeks break to prepare for her college exams and he had already started missing her.

He knew that she was going for a break — she had told him about it a month or so prior — yet he couldn't help but feel like it was unexpected and he wasn't quite prepared for it.

Giyuu shook his head as he took a bite of his bun; looking around absent-mindedly while his mind went back to his wisteria-eyed crush again and again.

It wasn't even funny how much liked her; his mind was almost always going back to her despite him trying to concentrate on anything else. It was like he couldn't even function without seeing her or knowing that she was there, beside him.

Was love supposed to be like this? Or was he just addicted to Miyasha?

Giyuu huffed a laugh as he felt his mobile vibrate; addicted he was indeed, or else why would he be going through this weird withdrawal in her absence?

His heart skipped a beat when he checked his mobile and noticed a message from Miyasha, making him scramble to open the messaging app as he completely concentrated on his mobile.

A soft grin stretched on his lips as he replied to her short message asking him how his day was going; it made him oddly excited as he watched the message being delivered, his heart waiting eagerly for her response as he took another bite of his bun.

Giyuu knew how stupidly he behaved when it came to Miyasha — his whole demeanour becoming childish and rather... undignified. Something that he knew his father would have beaten him over if he was still in his life.

But he didn't care about it — in fact, Giyuu enjoyed being like this. Even more so when he was with Miyasha and she called him adorable or laughed that sweet, endearing laughter of hers that she was self-conscious about.

His smile widened as he felt his mobile vibrate again — his heart skipping again as he leaned back on the staircase and continued to chat with Miyasha.

He liked this feeling of peace she gave him, this serenity that he always thought was fleeting seemed achievable whenever he was with her.

"I miss you more than you can ever realize," Giyuu softly murmured as he read through her innocent and sweet messages, each of them enquiring about him and none even mentioning how she was, "You have no idea how greedy you make me feel, Miyasha."

And it was true — she made him feel like a selfish child who was greedy for her affection, her touch and even her very presence. From her mischievous grin to her casual touches and friendly hugs; Giyuu missed everything about her.

And unfortunately, Miyasha was one of those who gave such affection freely too; making him crave her even more as he wished to be more... intimate with her.

God, did he wish.

Giyuu groaned and rubbed his face in exasperation as some of his dirty thoughts flashed through his mind. He knew it was despicable of him to think of her like that and he was crossing a million and one boundaries of privacy and decency when thinking about her in such a manner but...

He couldn't help it.
He couldn't help but crave her and her touches. He couldn't help but have to resort to his dreams to feel her touch, hear her pants, gasps, and moans as she cried out his name in pure ecstasy; the ecstasy that he brought to her…

Giyuu groaned again as he tried to calm himself down and finish his lunch.

That was, unfortunately, easier said than done as all he could think about was Miyasha. She was so special to him. So, so, so much more special than she realized. He could imagine his life with her.

He wanted to imagine his life with her. In any form. Whatever this path led to. Even if she got sick of him and moved on. He was so addicted to her and was slowly becoming shameless enough to even accept and declare it.

What scared him, however, was Miyasha's potential reaction — would she reject him? Maybe break off their friendship? Or maybe she would leave the academy and find another job just to be away from him...

Giyuu's mobile vibrated again, pulling him off his pessimistic thoughts — his smile returning with a certain longingness as he read through her warm messages.

No, Miyasha would never do that to him. She may reject him but she will never avoid him or break off their friendship — but that sounded even worse to him somehow, as imagining her with someone else made him feel like someone was clawing inside his chest.

He wanted to be the one closest to her; to be her support system, her closest friend and her partner forever. But could he really? Did he even deserve someone as beautiful and caring as Miyasha?

Giyuu sighed as he heard the school bell ring loudly, reminding him that the lunch was over.

His head kept buzzing with thoughts like these as he got up and quickly finished his lunch — however, it was her messages that ultimately calmed him down, giving him the very peace he came to associate with her.

Maybe he could be the one beside her... or maybe Miyasha deserved someone better than him — whatever it was, he didn't want to give up just yet. He wanted this feeling to last, even if it meant there was no chance.

Because to Giyuu, Miyasha was like a ray of sunlight in his dark, empty room of a mind. And he would be damned if he actually let her get away without giving his all to reach out at least once to her.


It wasn't until a week later that Miyasha suddenly invited him to her house to sort of hangout — an event that he couldn't even dream of ever happening and yet found himself so much excited for that he couldn't sleep properly for days.

He was kind of thankful for the lack of sleep too since lately, all he could do was dream about Miyasha and he wasn't quite sure if he could face her after having one of those dreams about her again.

After all, he was almost always lusting after her in his dreams; his head filled with obscene and vulgar thoughts about her that he was afraid would appear even with his eyes open.

If there was one thing Giyuu really didn't want to happen, it was for Miyasha to know about his dark desires — he knew she would be creeped out if she did and it made him feel the worst even thinking about so.

That was the one thing he hated even the idea of happening.

"Be there by..." Giyuu patiently waited as her voice trailed off on the other end of the telephone line, "I don't know, seven-ish in the evening? The twins will be out by then since they were invited to some party and Shigeno-san would be out with his old friends to celebrate something."

His heart skipped at the thought of being alone with her, in her house.

"I hope it would be alright with you?"

"Yeah..." Giyuu hated how breathy his voice sounded, "Ah, should I bring something...?"

"Eh, no need," He could hear the sound of utensils clashing on the other end as she replied, "I mean, I suggested the dinner, so it should be my treat, yeah?"

He almost instinctively shook his head before replying verbally to her, "There's no rule like that."

"Ah... then you can, I guess? I mean, if you are comfortable, of course!"

An involuntary smile stretched on his lips as he suggested, "Should I bring something for dessert or an appetiser to help you?"

"Of course!" Giyuu could literally hear the grin in her voice as she spoke, making his heart and mind feel full as he savoured the time spent with her, "I mean, a show starter or a show stopper made by our dearest Tomioka-senpai? Damn, it must be my luckiest day! Can't wait to meet you even more now, y'know?"

"I can cook for you any time if you want," he threw it out almost absent-mindedly, his face feeling slightly flushed as he felt an odd yet childish glee at her last statement.

Unbeknownst to him, Miyasha blushed heavily at his unintentional flirting, her heart skipping several beats as she tried her best to not squeal or do anything stupid to jeopardise her image in front of Giyuu.

What a tragedy would it be if he ran away after experiencing her stupidly loud side.

Ironically enough, Giyuu thought the same for quite a while, but with a different reason — especially how his mind was still clouded with those obscene thoughts of his as he harshly rubbed his face in an attempt to maybe pull himself out of his cursed imagination.

Especially since he came up with one very steamy dream just recently; one where he made a hot passionate mess with Miyasha, cumming all over her face and body as he—

Alright, that's enough.
He needed to leave in an hour. It would be the worst if he got himself a boner right now — not to mention, he would be facing the object of his desires and those obscene daydreams of his, too.

God, he was excited.
And in the wrong way, too. Fuck.

It took him one hour to calm himself down from his vulgar thoughts and even worse boner; the cold shower made him feel cooler and thankfully more collected as he finally left for her home.

This time, Giyuu adorned a more semi-casual wear than usual for this occasion — wearing a grey shirt and blue jeans, after a lot of thought. After all, he wanted to look good for her.

And he was quite proud of his outfit choice, too — especially when Miyasha checked him out quite blatantly before complimenting on his looks with a cheesy grin when she opened the door for him.

"I can't believe I get to see you in a shirt!" Giyuu chuckled shyly as he kept feeling her eyes over him while he entered her house awkwardly, "If I knew you were dressing up, I would have too — now I just feel underdressed at my own house, heh."

"I didn't—" Giyuu sighed as he noticed her mischievous grin, making his own smile widen a bit at her endearing expression, "I am happy you like my outfit."

"Of course I do," Miyasha smiled at him genuinely as she gently dragged him to the kitchen-cum-dining room, "You look good in everything but today I learned shirts look extra handsome on you~"

She noticed how his face flushed at her obvious and quite harmless flirting, making her feel even more mischievous as she kept pushing the boundary of their friendship a little more each time.

The tension between them seemed to have risen quite a bit in the past few weeks — especially after she took a break from the academy for her studies. And while it was not as evident on the messages or even on the calls, their interactions face-to-face felt more... intense?

Miyasha unfortunately didn't quite know how to describe it — especially considering that she never really felt sexual attraction before and wasn't sure if this is what people would call sexual tension or not.

Lying somewhere on the asexual spectrum really did that to you.

Even now, while her eyes kept coming back to his tight-shirt clad figure, she felt a kind of emotion she wasn't quite sure of. It was... it made her feel hotter, a little distracted and a whole lot attracted as her impure ass kept imagining how he would look without it.

Unfortunately, the only thing she was sure of, was that it was definitely more intense than aesthetical attraction.

Thankfully, Giyuu was oblivious enough to not notice her involuntary gazes — a very wrong conception on her part, ironically — making the dinner (date?) quite pleasant as they chatted and shared the food made by them.

Miyasha went all out and made Korean Chicken stew with rice, miso soup and pickles; along with daal (pulses) and kheer (a dessert made of rice and sweetened milk) that added to her mixed-culture themed menu — making the whole dinner an adventure in itself as Giyuu amusingly guessed the ethnicity of each food.

Funnily enough, Giyuu made tempuras — both shrimp and vegetable ones — for the appetisers, making the menu even more bizarre as the two of them enjoyed it alongside their silly chats and conversations.

"You cook really well, senpai!" Miyasha complimented genuinely as she bit into another tempura; she really loved fried and savoury food and it showed, "At this rate, I'll be eating all your tempuras, I swear."

"I don't mind," Giyuu smiled as he leaned against the table, and gently caught her right hand, "I'll just ask nicely and take a few from you. Will it be alright?" He bit the tempura she had on her chopsticks almost mischievously, making Miyasha freeze as she kept staring at him.

He felt a little embarrassed doing this but he couldn't help but act on his childish glee as she kept teasing him with the food while complimenting him continuously. It was quite unfair.

Miyasha, on the other hand, felt it even more unfair how Giyuu just caught her hand and ate out of it while looking her right in the eyes — leaving her breathless and stunned as her mind kept replaying that seductive look of his when he looked up to her while sliding his lips off her chopsticks.

The absurd thought that it would now be an indirect kiss if she used the same chopsticks made her even more embarrassed before she shook her head and proceeded to stuff her face with even more tempuras.

With the same chopsticks Giyuu just ate out off.
Shame on her and her fucking perverted mind.

Giyuu had no idea how bad she had it as he gave her an easy smile and took another tempura — this time, rising a competitive spirit in Miyasha as she took his bait of a challenge.

By the end of their dinner, both of them were giggling like little kids while using their chopsticks as a weapon to threaten the other party — even Giyuu couldn't keep a straight face as Miyasha made strange bird noises and attempted to 'attack' him, which he easily dodged and defended himself by catching her chopsticks midway through with his own.

Her struggle then onwards only proceeded to make him laugh as she kept trying to outsmart him somehow and reach past his 'defence' using cheesy anime and film lines — cracking him up even more as she kept displaying her poor skills of acting.

"With the power of friendship, stress and spite!" She gave a war cry as she attacked again.

Giyuu laughed again as he easily blocked her 'attack', making the said girl whine before she dramatically gave up her pursuit and asked for forgiveness for her 'evil deeds.'

"You should compensate it with tempuras then," he joked off-handedly, making Miyasha gasp as she took the plate with the last few tempuras off the table dramatically.

"Never!" Her dramatic tactics only widened his smile as she stroked the underside of the plate for extra effects, "Not my babies!"

"But I made them?" Giyuu asked amusingly, watching her stumble over her words for a few seconds before nodding.

"Alright, you'll be the momma then," That cracked up Giyuu as he gave out a hearty laugh, "And I'll be the dadda. Joint custody it is!"

"Or we can do it Mantis style," Miyasha suggested teasingly as he calmed down a bit from his fit of laughter, "Y'know, eating their kids and all."

"I thought they ate their partner?"

"Oh wait, yes," she facepalmed as she agreed, "You are right — the females eat the males after having sex. My bad."

Giyuu only smiled in response as he tried to calm his intrusive thoughts that went towards a completely different type of eating during sex — his dirty mind completely sobering up his laughing self as he tried his best to not get too excited here.

It would be a disaster if something like that happened here.

"Anyway, you tried the kheer?" Miyasha carried on innocently, not realising what was going through his mind at the moment, "I didn't make it too sweet this time, knowing how we both don't prefer too much sweetness."

Giyuu nodded as he took the bowl she gave and ate quietly — giving ample of compliments to the cook as the said cook looked almost expectantly at him.

She had him on a string and he absolutely didn't mind; especially with the smiles she gave him after he praised her.

"I'm glad you liked it, senpai," Miyasha started softly as she gave him a sweet smile, making his heart skip a beat while she took a spoonful of the dessert herself, "I... I missed spending time with you like this, to be honest. Thank you for humouring me with this request, y'know."

"I missed you too," Giyuu confessed as he instantly focused on his own bowl instead Miyasha and her lips covered with the milky white dessert—

"I can't wait for you to return," he continued almost hastily, feeling his eyes drawn back to her innocently sweet face as he avoided looking at her lips, "Though, I do hope your exams go well, Miyasha."

"They will," she gave him a closed-eye smile as she replied, "My first exam is gonna start by tomorrow, so I might have to, uh, be a bit offline, though. I hope you understand!"

"Ah," Giyuu realized why she suddenly called him for dinner today — she wanted to spend time with him one last time before she got busy the next entire week, "I understand. All the best, Miyasha."

He gently held her hand over the table and squeezed it — an action he had learned from reading novels and some of the tips online. All that effort seemed worthwhile, seeing how Miyasha flushed at his gesture and gave him the adorable nervous laugh of hers.

"Damn, senpai, you sure are pulling some bold moves here!" She teased him good-naturedly but didn't make any movements to actually remove her hand from his grip.

"Do you not like it?" Giyuu asked directly, making her receding flush return with a vengeance.

"I don't mind it, don't worry!" Miyasha quickly reassured him as she squeezed his hand back — she couldn't believe how bold Giyuu was behaving today, making her almost question whether these flirts of his were intentional or not.

However, with the frequency and clear execution of these gestures, she was quite sure this time that they weren't unintentional; especially considering how she had seen and been a victim of his unintentional flirts for quite a few months, at this point.

It made her heart quiver as she considered the idea of him liking her back, making it quite harder to breathe for her as she laughed nervously again and tried to divert the topic to back something meaningless.

Even when all she wanted was to pull him down and kiss him hard.

Thankfully, Miyasha was able to control herself as she gathered the dishes and cleaned the table — a task in which Giyuu aided without any probing as he helped her wash off the dishes while she dried them.

"Thank you so much for this, senpai," she thanked him again as he waved her off politely — this responsible side of his made him even more attractive to her, resulting in her being even more distracted as she kept blabbering on any topic she could find.

"In my home," Giyuu started as he handed off another plate to her to dry, "The one who cooks doesn't clean."

"Ooh, it's kinda the same here, to be honest," Miyasha leaned against the counter as she took another plate from his hand, "The one who is on meal duty won't do the dishes or laundry for the day — meanwhile the one on the laundry duty won't have to take out the garbage or do the dishes. And since everyone in this household knows more or less how to do all the chores, our chore duty gets exchanged pretty frequently."

"Sounds quite balanced."

"Oh, it is," she relayed proudly, "It keeps us away from boredom and hissy fits while teaching us the basic necessities for living alone — I always liked how Shigeno-sensei distributed duties around the house."

"Shigeno-sensei?" Giyuu asked curiously as he handed her the last dish to dry before he wiped his own hands dry on the cloth Miyasha had shown earlier.

"Ah, I'm actually adopted," Miyasha explained as she placed the bowl back to its respective position in the kitchen cabinet, "Shigeno-sensei used to teach and foster kids during his younger days and decided to adopt me and the twins before retiring from fostering."

"Oh," Giyuu didn't know this side of her as she never expressed anything about her own family despite knowing quite well about other people's familial issues, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Nah," Now it was Miyasha who waved him off, "It was nothing tragic — I am actually quite happy with these three, honestly. The best family I could ever ask for."

Giyuu smiled before patting her, making the shorter girl lean into his touch unconsciously, which made his heart skip again.

"You're gonna spoil me with such love and affection, senpai~" Miyasha playfully stated as she stepped away from him, making him miss the brief touch he just had with her, "Regardless, no need to worry for me, yeah? All three of them treat me well and even pay for my education and housing — for now."

Giyuu's face twisted into a slight frown, "For now?"

"Yep!" Miyasha replied off-handedly as they walked towards the dining table again, "I plan to graduate and help them back as soon as I can — or maybe once I arrange my own place. In fact, I'm currently looking around for an apartment too, so maybe it'll be sooner rather than later."

Giyuu nodded in understanding as he leaned back on the dining table just like her; the conversation moving from her financial resolve to the issue of apartments and their availability in the neighbourhood.

Since Giyuu had been a resident here for quite a few years, he was aware of many retailers who could help Miyasha with her endeavour — making her job much easier as she almost jumped and hugged him in excitement.

"Thank you so much!" She thanked him again as she patted him on the back during her hug, "I swear to Lord, what would I have done without you? You literally are my lifeline."

"Am I?" Giyuu asked softly as he brushed his lips over her left ear, "I'm glad I could be of help, Miyasha."

Miyasha shivered as she felt his arms tighten around her waist, making her body temperature rise while she simply ignored it. She was afraid that if she tried to say anything right now, her voice would definitely crack.

Maybe just waiting out the hug would be the best option.

Or so she thought before Giyuu buried his face in her shoulder while he tightened his arms around her waist, making the distance between them decrease even further as she flushed in embarrassment. Or excitement, she wasn't sure.

"Se-Senpai?" She cursed herself internally at how breathy her voice sounded, making her feel even more embarrassed as Giyuu simply shook his head.

"Can I," she could hear her heartbeat in her ears as he spoke softly in that deep baritone of his, "Stay like this a little longer? Please?"

"Ye-Yes! Why not!" Miyasha almost yelled before quietening down as she tried to control her emotions.

However, it was quite difficult to do so as her crush hugged her so intimately; in fact, she decided to hug him just as... passionately as he was — tightening her own arms around his neck as she caressed his head almost lovingly.

The strangely serene moment calmed Miyasha down a lot as she kept stroking his head — she didn't know how many minutes passed as they stayed in each other's embrace, making Miyasha almost wish to stay like that forever.

"Senpai," she called out Giyuu before she could instinctively act on her impure desires, "Are you alright?"

"No..." Giyuu answered honestly as he finally lifted his head from her shoulder and looked down at her with an intense look, "I am not. I honestly haven't been alright for quite a while, Miyasha."

Miyasha felt her heart skip as his intense blues met with her darkening bluish-violets — it was impossible right now to take his words any differently as he leaned close enough that his lips could almost brush with hers while they stood there, observing each other as their breath intermingled with each other.

"Se-Senpai?"

"Call me by my name," Giyuu softly commanded as his hand abandoned her waist to come to touch her flushed face, "Please..." He asked her before his forehead met hers and he closed his eyes, "I'm not alright, Miyasha."

"Gi-Giyuu?" She could almost hear the deep breath he took before he opened his eyes; his ocean blue eyes darkening in a way that increased her body temperature even more in excitement.

"I'm sorry," His apology confused her as his hand slid down to her neck then the back of her head from her face, "I'm... I can't stop myself anymore."

Miyasha's heart thundered in her chest and Giyuu leaned in to kiss her, making her almost freeze in surprise as she found his soft lips on her in the gentlest kiss she could have ever imagined.

It was her first kiss and God it was as sweet as she heard it was supposed to be, all her life.

Giyuu could feel his heart trying to beat out of his chest as his lips met hers; those pink lips of hers felt as soft as they looked, making him want to get his tongue out and taste them like he had read in his books but he hesitated — mostly because she stiffened when he kissed her and he knew doing that might just worsen the screw up he just did.

He broke away from the one-sided kiss as gently as he could, trying to back away to give Miyasha some space to process what happened — however, before he could do that, he was dragged up by his collar into another kiss; this one initiated by Miyasha as she finally gathered enough of her wits to kiss him back.

Giyuu, on the other hand, felt an intense amount of relief, love and excitement as he kissed her again; his skills were as lacking as hers while they fumbled and adjusted to each other.

Their hands on each other's body slowly started to wander as the number of kisses they exchanged increased — Miyasha's hands wandering down from his chest to up on his arms and folded sleeves, making her excitement flare as her partner hugged her even more tightly.

Meanwhile, Giyuu's hands explored the back of her neck and the small of her back; making his imagination run wild as he felt her curves under the thin cloth of her dress.

It was Miyasha who broke away first from the kiss; feeling quite regretful as she took some time to breathe without hindrance; unfortunately, Giyuu had no such plans as he leaned in for another kiss, making Miyasha whine in retaliation.

Giyuu felt something in him break as he heard her whine — his mind focusing only on her and the sensations he had of her as he broke off the kiss and lifted her with one hand to place her on the dining table beside them, settling in between her legs as he looked into her eyes.

Miyasha's breath hitched as he closed the gap between them again, his body moulding into hers as this time he even went ahead and licked her lips; nibbling on them gently in a teasing manner as she moaned.

Her whole body felt warm and hypersensitive as Giyuu's one hand traced over the curves of her hips while the other weaved through her hair. She could feel every sensation like it was magnified ten times — making her crave him more as she wrapped her legs around his hips instinctively.

Giyuu broke away from the kiss, giving Miyasha some breathing room as she leaned her head on his shoulder — feeling quite breathless as her partner continued to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, making her shiver as she clutched his shirt in a desperate attempt.

"Gi-Giyuu..." hearing her moan his name just like in his dream made his control over his lust slip away a little more; it was dangerous now if he continued — he should stop it, he knew, but...

Giyuu went back for another kiss as Miyasha welcomed him with open arms, her own hands tracing the outline of her chest before finally settling on his face as she kept pulling him back for kisses.

An occasional whimper slipped out from her lips as they continued to make out; his patience wearing thin quite easily as he tried to satisfy himself with kisses and nuzzles on her shoulder — it was not right to jump on her like this, even when she reciprocated his feelings.

The thought of her liking him back sent in another fire through him that almost made him lose it before he stepped away.

However, it was quite hard to do so as Miyasha looked at him with an indescribable greed; her look alone made him excited enough to just want to fuck her right there on the table.

God, did he want to do that.

"Giyuu...?" Miyasha's voice came out breathy and cracked as she looked at his dark look with hooded eyes — he looked lust-drunk and honestly, she found him so fucking hot right now.

"We should stop here," His voice sounded gruff as he caressed her cheeks again; the touch so tender that the roughness he showed earlier almost seemed like a dream, "Or else..."

"Or else?" She asked dumbly as her brain still couldn't quite process after the kiss she just had.

"Or else the grip on my self-control will slip away completely," Miyasha shivered as he whispered in her ear, making him laugh in that gruff tone of his before he ran up a hand through her bare legs, "Now please, let me step away before we do something we aren't ready for yet."

She whimpered again before loosening the grip of her legs on his hips; letting him move away almost regretfully as he stepped down a few steps before running a hand through his hair.

There was a few moments of silence between them before Miyasha broke down in a whine, "You are so unfair, Giyuu!" She covered her flushed face, refusing to look at him in embarrassment as she continued, "I can't believe how you look so, so calm and proper while making a mess out of me—!"

"You think I'm not a mess?" Giyuu's dark whisper made her heart skip as he gently took her hand away from her face, "I'm such a mess right now that you can't even imagine — I've wanted you. So much. I've wanted to touch you, feel you, kiss you and even fuck you for so long that it makes me feel crazy."

"I was happy with just your presence when I thought I could lose what we had between us if I asked for anything more," he continued as his fingertips tenderly rubbed her slightly swollen lips, "But now that I know I can touch you — after craving you for so long? You can't imagine what I want to do to you."

Miyasha shivered as Giyuu leaned down to continue the last part, "And how much I am controlling myself right now to not do anything unfair to you."

He stepped away from her again before readjusting his clothes, making her blush as she realized how she had crooked his shirt during their kiss — going as far as opening his top two buttons.

As he rearranged his clothes, Miyasha gathered her wits and tried to make herself look decent again; blushing halfway through as she put back her straps on which her partner slid off quite smoothly, without her noticing.

Miyasha cleared her throat once she got down from the table and made herself presentable again, feeling a bit disappointed through the whole process while knowing quite well how right his words were.

"Gi-Giyuu—"

"Please," His fingertips softy brushed some of her hair behind her ears as he smiled down at her softly, speeding up his heart rate again as she looked up at him with a cute blush, "Don't call my name like that. While I do have a lot of self-control in such matters, your actions make me slip quite easily."

"...You are so unfair," Miyasha mumbled as Giyuu leaned down to give a peck on her lips before approaching the exit.

"I'm sorry," he looked truly apologetic, making her lightly smack him before pecking his lips back.

"Don't you dare apologise!" She attempted to scold him as she opened the door, "I... That was an, um, amazing kiss. I-I quite enjoyed it."

"I am glad you liked my first kiss a lot."

"Wait, that was your first kiss?! No way!" Miyasha exclaimed loudly as she looked at him in disbelief, "How can you be so good at such things so easily? First cooking and now kissi— oh wait! The box that you brought the appetiser in!"

Miyasha almost ran back in to bring back his utensil before Giyuu stopped her by pulling her into his arms and kissing her again.

"Give it to me the next time we meet," he suggested to her kindly before kissing her forehead and bidding her a brief but sweet farewell; the whole event leaving her rooted on her spot before closing the door and collapsing against it as she touched her lips in disbelief.

"...wow," Miyasha out loud absent-mindedly before covering her flushed face in embarrassment — she was so wet from this...
God, was it a form of torture.

The feeling was mutual as Giyuu sat back in his car and leaned against the steering wheel in obvious frustration — he was hard, and after that makeout session, he wasn't even sure if he'll able to control himself around her in the future.

This was torture but he didn't mind if it was for her.

No, it made it even sweeter — or more bittersweet — as he considered his situation.

She liked him too. She reciprocated his feelings — hell, she even kissed him back and touched him just like he did too. He couldn't believe that she liked him just the way he liked her; his heart leaping with childish glee, making him want to shout and squeal in happiness.

This feeling that Miyasha made him feel was so good and addicting; changing him in a way he never expected to. She filled him with colours that only she could see, making him into something better that he could only dream about.

"You..." Giyuu chuckled as he said it out loud to himself, "You change me so much that I find myself unfamiliar."

There were many things he felt about her and even more were the things he wanted to say to her; and while today he didn't get much of a chance to showcase all of these emotions, it did give him enough hope that one day he can.

And for her, he was ready to wait for that one day — even if it took years for that day to come.


Heya!

Bonus AU chapter cause this was lying in the drafts for weeks and I didn't know what to do with it. Oof.

Anyway, first things first, yes this is my first time writing spicy and yes the makeout scene being more detailed than the wet dream was intentional.

Furthermore, yes, I am showing Miyasha as demisexual in both the original and the AU setting. Demisexuality is a type of asexuality in which the individual does not feel any sexual attraction to anyone until and unless they have developed an emotional bond with the other person.

In this case, Miyasha was aware of her lack of sexual attraction but wasn't quite aware she was demisexual since she never developed proper romantic feelings for anyone — so yes, Giyuu is the first person she has been sexually and romantically attracted to.

Hope that is clear! Please do leave comments and all, your reviews will help me write this story in a better manner.

That, and I'm a comment whore who loves reading my reader's views excessively.