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You barely even know this dude.

He could be an axe murderer who's been planning to kill you since the first second he laid eyes on you.

He could be some absolute freak who collects his own toenails and sells his best ones to even worse freaks on the internet.

He could be a different type of freak that gets off to that weird kind of porn that Utahime was showing –

"Are you just going to stare at the door until it magically opens, or are you going to help me figure this shit out?"

You slowly turn your head away from the small projection of light coming from the crack in the door in front of you, a single eye twitching. Yes, in fact you were going to stare at the door until it magically opened while you created horrific scenarios about the man standing in front of you — the man you can't even remember the name of.

Looking up from where you're crouched down at (you had to get closer to the light coming from the crack, obviously), you sigh, "Listen, man, I really don't know what else we could do to get out of this place. It's clear some kind of curse is messing with us."

The man stares back down at you, irritation clear on his face, "Yeah, it's obviously a curse. Why else would we be here in the first place?" You squint at him as he continues, trying your best not to interrupt.

He goes on, "I just want to make sure we check out this entire place before we rule ourselves helpless. Did anyone relay any kind of information about the curse we're investigating?"

Standing up, you shrug, "I mean, Sensei mentioned that our curse was taking pairs of people and returning them with no memory of the last few days. A few had some psychological disturbances and some physical issues, but nothing too bad."

He nods, "Yeah, Yaga told me the same thing. Did you hear about what kind of issues they had going on? From what I heard, it was kind of weird how unaffected they were altogether."

You agree, "I haven't heard specifics, but either way, it's definitely weird. I mean, curses usually torture their victims until they're completely unrecognizable – if they even survive. How the hell is this one returning them alive?"

"Apparently the victims are returning with even better physical health than they had originally, like blood pressure and heart rate wise. The one weird thing was that their muscles showed extreme fatigue, like they'd just run a marathon." He shrugs, "I don't even know what that could mean."

"Maybe this curse targets people out of shape and makes them run like a million miles," you joke.

The man doesn't catch on, too deep into his thoughts, "No, we're both in perfect shape, so there is no reason why it would target us for something like that. Besides, the psychological effects don't align with that theory. The victims return in one of two ways: either extremely shameful or extremely obsessed."

Confused, you ask, "Obsessed and shameful about what? Getting trapped?"

"I'm not too sure. I'm a little confused about that part too. Yaga just told me 'shameful' and 'obsessed' without any details. He said I would think too much about it and end up wary about the mission."

Well, fuck that. Obviously Yaga had not anticipated the two of you getting trapped, which was a careless mistake, by the way. Both of you had been too busy arguing to notice the door behind you sealing shut.

Anyway, the information would have been nice to have in this situation.

You ask, "So, do we have any useful information on how to get out of this place?"

"Nope, not unless the curse shows itself. Like I said, everyone who encountered it had memory loss."

You sigh. Well, this is just great isn't it? You thought this mission would be super easy since there were no deaths. Anticipating finishing early, you'd already bought a cheap bottle of Pinot Grigio to guzzle while you watched stupid reality TV until you passed out.

Rolling your eyes, you mutter, "Well, there goes my plans for the night."

He mimics your reaction, "Like I wanted to be here longer than necessary. I have a joint calling my name back at my place."

Not expecting him to say something like that, you snort, "A joint? Aren't you too good for that shit, Mr. I'm Better Than Everyone?"

He walks over to the couch, brushing the linen off before he sits down on it. "When did I say I'm better than everyone?"

"You exude that kind of aura."

He cocks an eyebrow, "Do I now?"

Not interested enough in the conversation to respond, you hum as you walk over to begin inspecting the kitchen of the room you're stuck in. It's a simple space, but it's so nicely furnished, it confuses you.

The two of you found it in an abandoned apartment building on the edge of town. There had been no residents for years, but there were reports of one window fully lit most nights of the week. The police had suspected squatters, but you all knew better.

You run your finger across the countertop, looking for dust, even though this room seems to be in immaculate condition despite the rotting wood visible along the hallway leading to this unit.

Apparently, the dude didn't need a verbal response from you to continue talking. “I only think I'm better than some people, not everyone. Besides, there's nothing wrong with smoking a joint every now and then." Then, a little quieter, "It helps my brain relax."

Turning to acknowledge him, you squint toward his frame, looking him up and down. Well, his appearance certainly reads 'stoner'. His long black hair flows across his shoulders, and his eyebrow and ear piercings gleam under the overhead light. You wonder what kind of clothes he would wear if he weren't in his sorcerer uniform.

Aside from his know-it-all vibe previously mentioned, you could probably get along with him, if you hadn't already decided you didn't like him on principle.

You nod toward him, "What's your name, anyway?"

He smirks, "Oh, come on. I think I'm better than everyone, but you can't even remember my name."

You reply in a monotoned manner, "I have short-term memory loss. It's truly an epidemic. So, what is it?"

His smirk widens, "I remember your name."

You lean against the kitchen counter, crossing your arms in annoyance, "Congratulations, once again proving your better than me."

He face softens a little, seemingly done with provoking you for the moment, "It's Suguru."

"Suguru, what?"

"Suguru Geto."

You move from the counter, heading over to the couch to sit next to him. "Noted."

You motion for him to scoot over, not wanting to sit too close. As he shifts, you plop down and shove your feet onto the coffee table in front of you. You aren't used to doing nothing while on a mission, and you're beginning to feel a little antsy. You break the momentary silence to ask, "So, now what do we do?"

Geto huffs, "Sit here until something happens, I guess. The curse isn't manifesting at the moment, so I think we're in the clear for now."

"God, the thing could have at least put a bottle of wine and some low-quality television in this hell hole."

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"Yooooo, what the actual hell?" You open the fridge, after suppressing your nosiness for as long as you could, and find a bottle of Pinot Grigio – just like you wanted. Then only difference is that this one is the nice kind, nothing like the cheap seven-dollar bottle you own.

You pull it out, noting a few water bottles and some basic fruit and vegetables, and hold it up for Geto to see.

His eyebrows raise, "Oh, that's interesting."

Rummaging through the cabinets to find some cups, you counter "No, not interesting. A miracle." In the top cabinet, you spot a few wine glasses. Without thinking to ask if he wants any, you grab Geto one anyway, just in case he decides to have some fun.

Walking over with a newfound pep in your step, you place your items down on the coffee table as you state, "You know, I was planning on getting wine wasted tonight. This is such a lovely turn of events."

Geto offers a small laugh that quickly turns into, "No, no, no, none for me," when he sees you begin to fill up a second glass.

Continuing to fill it up to the top, you frown, "And why not?"

Leaning back on the couch, away from you, he says, "I'm not drinking on a mission. I don't care if the curse hasn't manifested yet. It might, and I don't want to be under the influence if it does."

You roll your eyes and take a sip, almost moaning at the relief it gives your poor, overworked brain. "Dude, don't be a buzzkill. The victims went missing for a few days, so I doubt it'll come out tonight. Besides, it's not like we're going to die."

Geto doesn't say anything, or make a move to grab the glass you placed in front of him. Eyeing him in annoyance, you sit down on the floor across from him, using the table as a barrier. "Suit yourself. More for me."

You take another large sip, almost draining half of your glass. Letting out another sigh, you set it back down and glance at Geto, who's staring at you. "What?"

He smiles, "Nothing. You're just kind of funny."

Almost flattered by his statement, you say, "Why, thank you. I am quite aware."

He snorts again before you both delve into a somewhat comfortable silence. You reach forward, finishing off the rest of your glass in a few gulps. As your reach for his, you say, "We're going to have to find something to do before I die of boredom, you know."

Amused, Geto humors you, "Oh, yeah? Like what? Truth or dare?"

You roll your eyes and give a fake laugh, "Har har, I'm being serious. We can't just sit here in silence for the next two days."

Geto leans back into the cushions, widening his legs slightly, clearly getting more comfortable. He offers a snooty response, "You know, you could always do something productive."

Feeling irritation grow, "Don't make me chug this whole bottle, because then you'll be the one having to do something productive, like helping me ring the trashcan with my puke."

He laughs, "That's a lovely visual, but I'm serious. I'm sure we could both use some work on our cursed techniques, or like, you could stretch or something, get ready for a fight."

You deadpan, "Stretch for a fight."

"Yes."

"Are you actually trying to piss me off right now?"

He shakes his head, "Nope. You asked for something to do and I'm giving you some practical options."

Taking another sip, you mutter, "Well, I don't want practical options. I'm in the process of getting drunk. I need impractical options."

"Then go do cartwheels or go snoop some more. Why do you have to include me in your wanna-be activities for the night?"

You scowl, "Because you're here and sitting in front of me! Why would I do something stupid and boring alone when you could entertain me."

Geto returns your scowl, "Well, I fear I'm not that entertaining, so you're going to have to figure something out for yourself."

You squint at him, "You could be entertaining if you just humor me and be my wine buddy."

He presses his fingers to his temple, as if he's trying to relieve some tension, "Y/N, I told you, I need to stay of sound mind in case something happens."

Feeling the wine beginning to take effect, you yell, "Curse! Are you gonna fuck with us tonight, or can Mr. Stick In The Mud live a little?"

Silence. You gesture around dramatically, "He basically just said no."

Geto leans forward slightly. "What is with you and all your nicknames? I've barely known you for two hours, and you've already given me two."

Unbothered by the question, you answer, "I don't know, you're just easy to mess with."

"Yeah? Well why do you want me to drink so badly? I can't entertain you enough sober?"

Once again, unbothered, you smile, "I'm sure you could, but I don't know, you just seem kind of tense. I need you to mellow out before we can have some real fun."

He raises an eyebrow, "Fun?"

You nod, the buzz of the wine starting to settle in. "Yes, fun. You act like you're all business, but I know there has to be a piece of you that isn't an ass. I mean, you said you smoke, so you can't be that much of a loser."

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, and for some reason, you follow the movement with your eyes, just slightly captivated by the motion. He says, "I smoke when I'm not on the job, like I've said multiple times, and I'm not all business."

Challenging him, you raise an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? You're kinda acting all business right now."

Amusement, as well as a hint of frustration, flickers across his face. "And a glass of wine is going to help me not be all business? I can't see the correlation, sorry."

You groan, "You just said 'correlation'. Oh my God. A glass of wine wouldn't have let you say that."

He doesn't offer response, just a resigned, "Mhm."

You keep pressing, "Fine, I don't want to pressure you into anything. Don't drink then. I just thought it would help you loosen up and be a little more entertaining."

"How would it do that?"

You grin. "Well, I'm already feeling it, and I'm entertained by just arguing with you, so I could easily go like this for a few more hours." You point at him, "You, on the other hand, look like you're getting ready to use your technique on me just so I'll shut the hell up."

He lets out a small laugh, the frustration on his face slowly melting away, "Yes, that's a good observation."

You lean in, adding one more jab. "Besides, you can't let me drink all of this alone, I'll get sick, and then it'll all be your fault, and then you'll have to take care of me, and then we'll both be out of commission, and then the curse will come alive and eat us, and then Yaga and Sensei will be so upset that both of their star students are gone, and then Gojo is going to –"

Before you can finish, Geto snatches the bottle and his glass away from where you're sitting, quickly pouring a drink. "Holy shit, fine, I'll have a glass. Just shut up, please!"

You grin as he takes a sip. He rolls his eyes after he swallows and says, "This is really good wine."

Your eyes practically light up. "That's exactly what I was thinking. I don't think I've ever had any this good. Besides that one time my ex-boyfriend's family took me to dinner at this crazy expensive restaurant and insisted on buying the table a bottle."

Geto's face contorts into a small grin, clearly ready to provoke you. "Ex?"

Leave it to a man to take nothing away from what you just said other than the fact that you mentioned your ex-boyfriend. You roll your eyes, "Yes, ex."

You notice an odd glint in his eyes as his lips curl up in amusement to say, "Nice to know. So, why is he your ex?"

Loosened up enough, and feeling unexpectedly comfortable, you decide to indulge him. "Nothing bad at all, just decided I wasn't romantically interested, you know?"

Geto laughs in a low, amused tone, "Then why was he your boyfriend in the first place?"

You fiddle with the base of your wine glass, the rim almost glowing in the soft lighting, thinking about how you can answer this without seeming silly. You take a slow sip before looking at him again. "Um, I think I just really liked him as a friend. Like, the sexual component wasn't there for me, but I did enjoy his company."

You watch Geto try to figure out how to respond, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion, eyes seeming to study you a little more intensely. You ask, "What are you not getting?"

He takes another sip, the glass almost empty now, before saying, "No, I get all of it. I just still don't understand why you dated him if you weren't interested sexually."

You hesitate for a moment, fingers tracing the condensation on your glass. The questions hangs in the air considering you just met Geto, and still don't really know how to feel about him yet. However, your apprehension is pretty much out the window at this point, so why the hell not? If he wants to know about your self-confidence issues then you'll happily dive down that dark hole.

Making eye contact, you explain, "Truthfully, he was the first guy that really paid attention to me once I got into college. High school was a fucked up experience that I definitely don't want to get into." You point at him for emphasis.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, the edges of his mouth curling up slightly. "Got it. No high school questions."

You nod, content with his response, before you roll your neck to try and get rid of some of the tension you have been holding. "So, when this dude who was nice and funny approached me romantically I just kind of went along with it. We had the same interests and I enjoyed his company, so it just felt like the natural thing to do."

Geto watches you with his full attention. Leaning forward to brace his arm on his knees, in a low voice laced with genuine curiosity, he asks "When did you realize you didn't want a relationship with him?"

"Oh, it's a long list. I mean I didn't like kissing him, I didn't like when he stayed at my place for longer than two hours, I didn't like it when he spent the night, I didn't like it when he tried to finger me, I didn't like when he tried to dirty talk."

You physically cringe at the memory of his attempts, shoulders concaving in a full body shiver. "Oh my God, I'm actually going to throw up thinking about it. He figured out I liked dirty talk a lot, so he tried doing it. I deadass shoved my hand over his mouth and told him to stop."

In front of you, Geto starts cackling. You watch his shoulders shake with each laugh, the ripple of his muscles underneath his uniform catching your eye slightly. His laugh is low but rich, something you haven't heard from him before. You find yourself chuckling without your permission, his laughter being contagious.

Once his giggling subsides, you notice how pink his cheeks are, whether from his amusement or the wine. You can't help but think he looks good when he's relaxed. His grin lingers as he asks, "How did he not realize you weren't into him? Was he stupid?"

You laugh, this time louder, along with him, "No, I was just really good at coming up with explanations."

Now intrigued, Geto asks, "Like what? Give me an example."

You steady yourself, thinking of how to frame it. "Okay, okay, so he was hanging out with me and my best friend one day and we were all watching a movie, right?" Geto nods, encouraging you to continue.

You drop your voice as you recall the moment, citing the memory almost if it was like a secret. "So, this dude on the TV said 'good girl' to one of the characters for some reason, and immediately me and my best friend –" you pause to wiggle your eyebrows, "we had to giggle because, duh, it was hot."

Geto rolls his eyes as his lips twitches, "Oh, obviously."

You suppress a laugh trying not to get distracted. "Anyway! That night, he wanted to go down on me or something, I don't even know, but I was being bratty. Also, I wasn't being bratty to be hot, I was being bratty because, ew. I didn't want his mouth down there."

You pause to take a sip, then continue. "So, to try and be sexy, he was like 'aw, you don't want to be a good girl for daddy?'"

You let out a minimal screech of embarrassment, trying not to freak out at how bizarre and unsettling the memory was. You squeeze your eyes for a second, fighting the urge to gag. Even though your eyes are closed, you can sense Geto's arms flailing around as he snorts uncontrollably. Peeking one eye open, you watch him clutch his chest, struggling to calm down.

He practically yells, "What the fuck?"

You snort along with him, still mortified "I know, I know, but I apparently made a face, and he got all confused about why I didn't like it. I just said I only like it in media, not in real life."

Geto's still chuckling a little when he says, "That's actually crazy. Poor guy. Did he ever even turn you on?"

You laugh incredulously, "Fuck no! I'm not easy to impress, and no matter how hard he tried it was like my pussy was getting drier and drier."

Geto laughs again before he notices his glass has become empty, so he reaches to pour himself another, still grinning. He asks, "Oh, really, it takes a lot to get you going?"

You nod proudly, "Yep! I'm very specific. Like, he couldn't dirty talk, right? I don't care how much I like the phrases, if you can't say it right and make it sexy then I'm so over it."

"Interesting." Geto's gaze sharpen for a moment, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So, if a dude dirty talks in the right tone, you'll be into it?" You notice the air starting to get a little thicker, like he's trying to see something deeper into your conversation.

You pause, feeling like Geto's shift of tone is almost predatory. You're not sure where he's going with this. "Um, not really I don't think. The dude just has to have that 'it' factor you know?"

"And what would that it factor include?"

You point at him accusingly, "You ask a lot of questions."

He shrugs nonchalantly, but you know he's really interested. "Come on, I'm curious."

You eye him warily before you start listing off a few of your qualifications. "You can't sound like you're trying to impersonate a porn star, first of all. Then, you have to have a sort of confidence when you say it. If you sound nervous, ew. Then, you just gotta be hot. That's it."

Geto laughs, "Very interesting list you have there."

You smirk, locking eyes with him, and for some reason they are starting to stand out way more than they were in the beginning.

Obviously, you'd noticed Geto was gorgeous when you first met, and obviously you'd thought 'damn, I'd let him jump my bones if he asked', but you hadn't thought much more about it. There were more pressing issues to worry about.

But now that you're both sitting in the comfortable silence, buzzed and feeling warm all over, you can't help but stare at how beautiful he is. You feel your cheeks heat up when you catch him staring right back.

You clear your throat, tearing your gaze away, too aware of the thickening tension in the air. Wanting to change the subject from dirty talk before something dangerous occurs, you claim, "Y'know, I have a theory about this curse." Your words cut through the moment, creating an escape for the undeniable pull between you.

When did this tension even start anyway? You're having trouble remembering how you got so comfortable around him. Wasn't he just making you annoyed?

Catching Geto's attention, he looks at you for a moment longer before scooting off the couch and onto the floor, mirroring you. The table still sits between you, creating a barrier. "Elaborate"

Trying not to slur too badly, you say, "I don't know why, but I think it trapped us here for a reason. I think it wants to mess with our minds."

Geto shifts, sitting up a little straighter, body language loose but focused. He nods for you to continue.

"What if it's messing with our emotions? Like amplifying them somehow?"

Geto seems to think for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table as he does so, the noise filling the quiet space. Your eyes stare at his long fingers drumming on the hard wood, the motion making it hard for you to focus on anything. They're so..... pretty. Big, strong hands, with large veins running under his skin. Those hands hold power, you can feel it. You catch yourself staring for a moment too long, as he abruptly stops drumming, pulling you out of that weird trance.

God, this wine is strong. You pour another glass.

Geto, after thinking over your words, says, "You know, that would actually make a lot of sense. Let's say the curse captures people that already have strong emotions, and then he plays on that for a few days."

You nod, heart speeding up at the way he's looking at you. "That would explain the strong feelings of shame and guilt."

Geto agrees for a moment before his brow furrows and he shakes his head. "No, that can't be it. That doesn't explain the physical components."

Shit. You forgot about that part. Your face falls as you slump forward onto the table, smushing your cheek against the cool surface with a pout. "Damn, so close."

Geto mimics your actions, putting his cheek on the table you. His stare unwavering as he says, "That was a good theory, though." You hum in response, distracted by the way his dark hair spills across the table, creating a pool of strands near your face.

You feel the alcohol buzzing through your veins, only able to focus on how close he is and his intoxicating scent. The warmth is settling deep within your bones, making it harder to concentrate on anything but Geto's face being so near yours. His hair is so close you could reach out and touch it, but you refrain.

Your eyes drift back to his face to notice that he's already staring at you with an intensity that makes the world feel slowed down. It makes you even more dizzy as you try to look away. Your eyes trail down to his mouth. You admire how full his lips are as you watch them slowly curl into a smirk.

The sight makes you shiver, and you can feel your pulse quicken as he says, "You're staring at me." He says it antagonistically, almost like a challenge.

Your eyes immediately snap back to his, but you suddenly have the inability to filter your words. You settle for saying, "You have nice lips."

Once the words are out your mouth, you're mildly horrified at what you just said. Did you really just say that? Out loud? You want to take it back, but you find yourself looking at his lips again.

You watch as his grin widens, "Oh, yeah?"

You nod against the table, feeling heavier than usual.

He stares at you a moment more before he begins to push himself up. You're about to question what he's doing, but he beats you to it. "Was there another bottle in there?"

You sit up straighter, stretching your arms out to loosen up a little. Sitting up makes the world tilt, the edges of your vision become a little blurry. Damn, you might be past buzzed and into tipsy land.

He's already halfway to the fridge when you answer. "No, there was only one in there." You watch him hinge open the door, hearing the sound of glass bottles clinking together. Although a little muffled, you hear Geto say, "I don't think you looked hard enough."

You watch with confusion as he pulls out not one, but two full bottles. How? The fridge was basically bare when you searched in there the first time. You're sure you would have noticed extra wine.

But then again, you might have just missed it. You put it off to your short-term memory loss, choosing to watch Geto walk across the room again.

Has he always been so tall? You can't help but notice how his frame stretches, sleek but powerful, each movement promising strength. Your gaze trails down his body. Why are the two of you still wearing the sorcerer uniforms again? What does he look like underneath?

You are quickly jerked out of your thoughts as Geto decides to sit down beside you instead of across from you. As he gets on his knees to refill your glass, the side of his arm brushes against your shoulder. Something in the air has changed. It was tense, but now it's almost charged in a way you can't explain. That slight point of contact feels like a shock zipping through your body.

He sits down, scooting a little closer to you, barely an inch away. The proximity is almost unbearable. You turn your head to look at him with a funny look on your face. "And you're sitting beside me, because?"

He smiles, "Seemed comfier over here, and now I can fill you up easier."

You blink at him. He sounds ridiculous, and his reasoning is completely invalid, but you don't even care. He sounded so smooth saying it. All you can focus on is the warmth that his body is radiating. You start to feel heat pressing against your whole body.

Not being able to handle it any longer, you peel off your uniform. The cool air hits your skin immediately, causing you to let out a groan of relief as it runs across your shoulders. You silently thank the you from this morning for deciding to wear a tank top underneath today.

You can feel Geto's eyes running across your bare skin, hearing the faint sound of his breath hitching at the sight of your exposed skin. You try to remain casual by muttering, "It's getting a little hot in here."

You notice a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he agrees softly, "Yeah, I'm kind of warm too."

You don't break eye contact, the words slipping out before you can think, "Then take off your uniform too." You meant it as some sort of joke, but your tone came off way too serious. To compensate for your own awkward feeling, you reach for your glass, hands trembling slightly.

He doesn't respond immediately, but after seeming to consider your suggestion, he whips his uniform off over his head in one fluid motion. The action leaves him in just a tank top as well.

You feel your breath catch in your throat, eyes involuntarily roaming all over his body. You almost spit out your drink as you try to hide your reaction to his broad shoulders and the black ink that covers them. You hadn't expected the tattoos covering his taunt muscles, writhing around his sculpted biceps and forearms. The designs are so intricate, almost mesmerizing, curling like serpents across the taunt muscle across his body.

Your gaze lowers to his chest, the tight fabric of his top clinging to the solid body underneath. You can see faint hints of black ink peeking through the fibers of his top, disappearing down to his small waist.

How far do they go down?

Finally coming out of your stupor, you blink a few times to break the tension, before asking, "What made you want your tattoos?"

Geto is still eyeing you intensely, making you feel like the room is closing in, compelling you to move closer to him. The temptation to give in to the pull between you is becoming harder and harder. You want to reach out and touch him so bad it hurts.

When he begins to answer, you can hear his voice, but it's muffled, like it's coming from a distance. The pulse in your ears is too distracting. Before you can stop yourself, you reach out and softly caress the stiff muscle of his shoulder.

The moment your fingers make contact, he inhales raggedly. You look up at his eyes, apology prepared, but his reaction shows no irritation, it's raw and heavy. There's something else evident his eyes. Something dark. You feel yourself leaning in unconsciously, wanting to figure out what's drawing you to him so intensely.

Suddenly, he shakes his head, ending whatever moment that was going on. The tension snaps as he clears his throat before speaking, "I just liked the aesthetic."

You feel a little breathless, trying to force a laugh, but your heart is still pounding. You shake your head again, a little harder than before, trying to clear up the brain fog. You have got to stop thinking about him in that way.

You try to remind yourself that you're on a mission, you're not here to get distracting by the way his tattoos curl down his arms. More importantly, you don't know this guy. You know of him of course, considering you share a friend group, but you didn't really know anything about him.

You remember a few months back, at Shoko's birthday party. You had seen Geto from across the room and couldn't help but think he was fun to look at. His hair– long, dark, and shining in the flickering red lights– had caught your attention first. Then, his whole presence just seemed to stand out to you.

Obviously, you asked Shoko if she knew him. She explained that he was one of Gojo's best friends, but she wasn't sure what his name was. However, you were determined to figure out who he was so you told her you were going to go over and talk to him.

She stopped you and said that you could, but it would be a little pointless considering he had a long term girlfriend. Not to mention, that she heard that his girlfriend was actually insane, so you decided to drop it, choosing to admire from afar instead.

Shit, he has a long-term girlfriend.

Right?

The thought lingers in your mind as you catch his eye again, curiosity bubbling up. "So, you know about my past. What about you? Any girlfriends in the picture?"

Geto looks away from you for a moment, letting out a low chuckle. "Nope, no girlfriends here."

Oh?

His answer catches you completely off guard. Not able to hide the obvious interest in your voice, you ask, "What happened? Last time I heard, you had a long-term girlfriend."

Geto turns his head back to look at you as a single brow cocks, making you wonder if he's seeing through all of your attempts to sound uninterested. In a light tone, he asks, "So, what I hear is that you've been asking around about me."

You bite your tongue, almost blurting out a 'yes', but you stop yourself. You don't want to seem like a complete weirdo stalker. So, you shrug cooly, hoping the blush creeping up your neck isn't ratting you out. You come up with a quick lie. "No, I haven't. Gojo just likes talking about anyone and everyone. You should know that as his best friend."

You mentally wince. It's not your best excuse, but it's all you can come up with in the moment. You can tell Geto doesn't buy it from the way he tilts his head at you, like he knows your performance is bullshit. He accepts it anyway though. "Yeah, I did, but I broke up with her a few months ago."

You lean forward, interest piqued. Your eyes widen, waiting for him to elaborate. "Why?"

He casually brings his elbow onto the coffee table, resting his jaw on his knuckles. He says nonchalantly, "She just wasn't the one. My family didn't like her, she didn't like my friends, and she was kind of really selfish."

You nod, understanding, trying to hide your excitement about the fact that he's single. You try to keep your expression as thoughtful as possible. You do understand his reasoning though, it makes sense why he broke up with her. Their lives just didn't seem to align.

So, so sad.

Oh, well.

More room for you to align with his life.

Before you can offer a comment or response, Geto pointedly looks away from you as he quickly adds, "And she could not fuck to save her life."

His words hit you, making you freeze for half a second. Then, without warning, a laugh erupts out of you before you know it. His words completely shock you. You cannot believe that he just said that so bluntly. You wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stop from snorting.

You grin, feeling amusement flood through you, "Oh, really? How?"

Geto shakes his head, "Nah, I don't want to give any details and be mean, but all I'm saying is that she hated sucking dick and once she came, it didn't matter whether I did or not. She was done." He pauses for a moment before clarifying, "But, that had nothing to do with why I broke up with her. That was just an minor complaint."

You chuckle and nod, "Yes, I understand. You're a gentleman."

"That I am."

The room falls into a brief silence as both of you drink down the remainders of your glasses. Geto shifts to reach for the bottle. He pours himself another, the bottle's neck clinking loudly against the rim, giving away Geto's inability to hold it without shaking a little. He must be more buzzed than you thought. He pauses and glances at you, "You want one more, or are you done?"

You contemplate the options. You're clearly past tipsy at the moment. You feel like the alcohol is running through your brain, it's warmth infiltrating each of your thoughts. You're sure you would stumble if you tried walking, but you're not completely slurring yet.

A lazy smile pours over your lips, "Let's just finish off this bottle, and then we're done."

Geto begins pouring. "Agreed."

--

The bottle has been empty for a few minutes now, and the two of you are slouched over on the ground, lost in your own little world. Geto had made a stupid joke about the curse being a party girl, and that sent you both into a spiral of snorting.

Now that both of your stomachs are aching from all of the laughing, you find yourselves laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling trying to catch your breath. You feel yourself smiling, beginning to forget why either of you had been so stressed about the curse in the first place.

This is great, you feel great, Geto looks like he feels great. You haven't been this relaxed and carefree in a long time, and it is just so refreshing. The only thing cutting into your stress free moment is the room spinning, but it's comforting in a way. You zone out, staring at the popcorn ceiling, and the way the chandelier seems to sway above you.

You turn your head over to stare at Geto, who's smiling lazily at the ceiling, seeming to be just as carefree as you are. His intensity from before is nowhere to be found. He's as light as you are right now, with no weight of the mission on your backs at the moment.

You focus on his side profile without meaning to, zeroing in on his sharp, defined jawline. Your gaze travels up to the perfect slope of his nose. His face is all sharp angles, making him look like a Greek sculpture carved out of only the best stone. His full lips are parting, as he breathes in and out. A small curve at the edge of his lips, showing hints of a smile.

His eyes are soft and lidded, unfocused. His hair falls down his shoulders, landing on the floor and outlining the curve of his strong neck. It's almost too much to handle, overstimulating your vision.

Your mind wanders back to what he was saying about his ex-girlfriend. You almost scoff out loud at how selfish she seemed just from the snippets Geto had shared. She sounded petty. Without thinking twice, the words spill out of your mouth in an absurd tone. "How did she not like sucking dick?"

You watch Geto's eyes snap open fully as he almost chokes on air for a second. He turns to look at you, locking eyes. Clearly caught off guard, he asks, "What?"

You roll your eyes like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "Your ex. How could she not like sucking dick. Is she stupid?"

Geto looks shocked at what you're saying, surprise rolling through all of his beautiful features. He knows you're just as inebriated as he is, if not more, so your lack of filter really shouldn't come as a shock.

He snorts at your question and reaches his arms above his head, stretching for a moment. His biceps flex as he elongates his body. The movement is slow as he settles back down, resting his hands behind his head, muscles flexing even more. He hums as he thinks of an answer.

He really shouldn't have done that. You can't help but to begin tracking his movement with your eyes.

His arm is mere inches from your face, and his bicep is just staring back at you. You take notice of the pure strength, how firm it looks. You're suddenly torn between two impulses: reaching out to feel the curve of it in your hand, or God, biting into it for a small taste.

Before you can do anything stupid, he replies. "I don't know, I think it's just a mental thing. Some people just can't get into the idea of putting their mouth on someone's genitals."

You cringe a little, scrunching up your nose at the word. "Ew, don't say genitals. That's sounds like such a medical term."

You see Geto's shoulders shake as he laughs. "Yeah, well, what would you prefer me to say?"

You clarify, feeling no hesitation to correct him. "Dick or pussy. Speak like an adult for fuck's sake."

His light shaking turns into a full-blown cackle for a minute. You feel yourself grinning as he looks over at you again. His eyes crinkle, "Alright, alright, I'll be an eloquent adult, just like you, from now on."

You meet his gaze. "Thank you. Anyway, she sounds like she had mental issues if she didn't want to suck your dick." You turn away to look back at the ceiling, thinking the conversation is done.

You don't realize that you specifically mentioned Geto's dick in your sentence, thinking you simply generalized all dicks into one category, but Geto definitely heard your clarification.

When the room is too quiet for too long, you turn back over to look at him. "What?"

His smile dims down a bit, morphing into somewhat of a smirk while also conveying something darker, more serious. "My dick, specifically, huh?"

You squint, still not aware of your mess-up. "No. I said dicks in general. Don't be so conceited."

He searches your face, amusement fading into something you could almost describe as want, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes in lips. "No, you clearly said she'd be mental if she didn't suck my dick."

You think back to what you said, mind trying to replay the moment before you suddenly realize that, yes, you did indeed specify his dick. Your cheeks flare bright red as you quickly turn away to look at the ceiling again. "Oh, sorry. Freudian slip, or something," you mumble.

Oh, that didn't help your case either, did it?

You feel Geto shift beside you, scooting over to get closer. He props himself up on his elbow, trying to gain some height in order to loom over you. You deliberately look away from where his shadow is growing larger, not wanting to look him in the eyes yet. Your face feels too hot, and your heart is pounding too hard to face him.

However, it is so obvious that he doesn't care. A teasing tone seeps into his voice as he coos, "Aw, baby, don't get embarrassed. I'm flattered."

Oh, fuck, your cheeks are probably full-on firetruck red now, but you can't help it. You feel your breathing turn sharp as you try to focus on rushing air in and out of your lungs. Your words are caught in your throat, still not looking at him. Undeterred by your silence, he continues to pick at you.

"Come on, look at me, Y/N. I won't judge you for wanting to suck my dick."

You feel so stupid right now. You can't believe you said that to his face, of all things. You pout, voice becoming thick and watery with shame. "Stop making fun of me."

Suddenly, you feel fingers pressing gently at your cheek. You gasp at the contact, not expecting it, as Geto slides his hand to cradle your face. He pulls you softly to face him fully, forcing you to accept how his eyes lock into yours intensely. He doesn't let you look away when he says, "Hey, I'm not picking at you. I promise."

You don't answer, still choosing to pout. He smiles at you in response. "Want me to say something embarrassing too?"

Without thinking, you quickly nod. He chuckles softly, "That'll make you feel better?" You nod again, watching how a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

He pauses, expression unreadable as he takes a slow, deliberate inhale. His eyes flicker across your face before meeting your gaze once more. His voice has a dangerous tone when he says "I haven't been able to keep my eyes off your body since you took off your uniform."

You blink. Then, you blink again, startled. You scream internally for a second. He has to be teasing you, but when you search his face, you see that he's dead serious

Before you realize it, you're cackling, the sound escaping you in a burst of uncontrollable screeches. You quickly catch Geto rolling his eyes and shifting away from you, but you can't help how much harder you laugh.

He pouts dramatically as he crosses his arms, "So, you can make fun of me, but I can't make fun of you?" His tone is light and teasing, so you don't feel bad for your reaction.

You're still giggling, but you try to pull it together enough to speak to him. You sit up and scoot by his side. Your hand immediately finds his arm, caressing it and hoping to soothe the moment so both of your flustered nerves can calm down.

Humor evident in your voice, you say with a playful edge, "No, no, no! I just wasn't expecting it! I promise, I'm flattered too." Then, without thinking again, "I was hoping you'd look!"

Time freezes over and you immediately regret what you said. Your stomach flips at the boldness that just left your lips. Before you can retract your statement, Geto slowly turns to you, his face darkening with interest.

After seeing his reaction, you want to pull back and laugh it off. You could act like it was just a joke so he would feel more comfortable, but Geto's gaze has you frozen in place.

You watch as his eyes rake over your body, lingering on your chest. You feel like you need to cover up so you can just get away from the look he's giving you. It's making you feel naked. You refrain, though. You can't help but be curious about how this will unfold.

Making his way up to your eyes, he teases you. "Hoped I would look?" You glance away for a moment, and by the time your eyes travel back, you feel like he somehow inched closer to you.

Which, he might have. Who knows what he has going through his head right now. All you can focus on is what going on in yours.

What's going on in yours, by the way, is that you are so incredibly turned on right now, just by his proximity, and you have no idea why.

You try not to sound small, but when the words come out, they're barely audible. "That's not what I meant." You tilt your head down to look at the floor, wanting to shrink away from his intensity.

Not even a half second later, you feel Geto's fingers coming underneath your chin, strong and sturdy, forcing you to look back up. Not being able to run away from him now, he says, "Don't lie to me, Y/N. What exactly did you want me to see, sweetheart?"

You die internally from the nickname. You hate nicknames. Like, despise them. But when Geto calls you sweetheart, it felt like your heart is doing jumping-jacks and screaming for joy.

You get a little worried he might be able to hear how loud your heart is thumping. You have no idea how to answer that, and you wish you could sober up enough to figure out a decent answer that didn't make you seem pathetic.

But, in your blurred vision, the way Geto is looking at you right now is all you can think about. He is just so perfect, you can't take it anymore. All you want to do is kiss him right now, it's like your body is screaming at you to lean just the slightest bit forward.

You don't even know where this impulse is coming from. All you know is that you need him to grab you with his big hands and hold you down while he shoves his tongue in your mouth.

You have a moment of clarity. You blink hard, while the impulse to ask Geto to do anything to you is so strong, you have just enough coherence to say, "Something is wrong."

Geto doesn't seem to catch on. He just leans forward and tips your chin up a little more, making it easier for him to access your lips. He says, "Come on, give me a little kiss, and it'll be better."

You want to so badly, eyes now lidded with nothing but his lips in your vision. You want to lean forward and forget about whatever you were going to say, but you can't. Something is seriously going on.

You abruptly break free of his hold, leaning back to put as much space between the two of you that you can in the moment. His face looks pained when you do so, whether it's from a sense of rejection or just from being physically away from you, you're not sure.

It truly might be the second one, since the moment you push away from him, your chest begins to feel tight, almost like you're being suffocated. You chalk it up to nerves, but it might actually have something to do with whatever is going on.

Not wanting him to think that you're rejecting him, you try to clear your head enough to get out what you're thinking. All of the noise in your brain telling you to touch Geto is becoming overpowering, pushing your concerns out of the way.

Before you choose to ignore it completely, you manage to get a few words out. "Geto, I think the curse is messing with us."

Your statement seems to get through to him enough for some of the darkness in his eyes to fade away. He suddenly seems aware of the situation that's going on right now. He pauses for a moment, hand coming up to rub at his temples before he can speak clearly.

He looks at you, wildness still evident in his face, but it's subsiding a little bit. He says, "It has to be. I'm having trouble controlling myself around you, and it wasn't a problem before we stepped into this room."

Your stomach churns at his confession. You don't know why, but the thought of you making him lose control is seriously turning you on a concerning amount. You hate how much of an affect it has on you, feeling the need to shift from the way that you're sitting, suddenly realizing how wet you are.

Geto watches as you shift onto your knees, but he doesn't say anything. Your lower belly is on fire, and you forgot what you were even discussing prior. You need his hand on you before you lose your mind.

Your brain is only concerned with the constant, distracting pulsing going on in your lower body now, and for some reason, it's telling you that Geto can make it go away.

Inching closer to him, shuffling your knees forward, you reach for his arm. You sit up slightly to level your face with his. Your other hand reaches up to touch his face, cupping his cheek and caressing his skin with your thumb.

At this moment, the only thing you want is his attention and body on you. Eyes wide, you ask, "Why don't you stop trying to control yourself, then?" Geto's pupils dilate when you mutter the last part. "Just give in and do what you want."

You know he wants to. It's written all over his face. You can tell he's trying to hold back, but he can't help it when his hands reach around to grab you by your waist, squeezing harshly. His grip pulls a low moan from you. Just having his hands on you gives you so much relief, but you can't help thinking about what would feel even better.

You lean forward to try and kiss him, but he stops you and pushes you away. Farther away from him now, you want to cry, but his hands are still on your waist giving you just a little bit of comfort. You're about to complain, but he says quickly, "Y/N, I think the curse really is amplifying our emotions, like you said."

What the hell is he talking about?

You reach down to feel his hands on you. You start rubbing the dense muscles of his forearm, wanting to travel up until you reach his shoulders, but he holds you in place.

The fact that he can hold you down is making things worse for you. You feel like you're going to explode if you can't place your lips on him soon. All you manage to get out is a, "Huh?"

Talking quickly like he'll lose your attention or his control if he doesn't hurry, he exclaims, "Y/N, what emotions were you feeling earlier? When we first got into the room?"

Without thinking twice, you grin and slouch forward. You try to sound as sexy as possible, hoping it would entice him enough to forget what he's thinking about. "I was horny."

You watch him squeeze his eyes shut and take a few deep breaths as he obviously tries to resist you, but you aren't going to make it that easy for him. With his guard down, he's not holding onto you as tightly as before.

It allows you to lean over and whisper in his ear, "I was horny for you, Suguru." You nip his ear lobe lightly before pulling away to wait for his reaction.

You watch as he slowly opens his eyes, a fire lit behind them.

He exhales harshly, hands unconsciously squeezing at your waist.

You know you've got him.

Suguru lunges forward with such intensity that he almost knocks all of the air out of your lungs as he forces you flat on the ground. Now on top of you, he uses his body to pin you down, putting all of his weight on you. You hold off a moan just from the feeling of being under him.

You are just completely engulfed with his presence. The sheer size of his body, his powerful form covers the entirety of yours, making it impossible to move. His body, such a solid force that makes you feel unbearably small underneath him.

You feel trapped by him, making your whole body shiver. You thought that him touching you would be enough to help with your throbbing pussy, but, fuck, this position is making it so much worse.

You grin. It's thrilling.

Suguru places both of his hands on the ground, holding himself up while also ensnaring you within his hold. He reaches down to cup one of your cheeks, as he looks down at you wildly. His calloused fingers across your skin sends an electric spark down your spine. He leans down so close to your lips that you can feel his breath brush against you.

You push your head forward, but he dodges your moves. He smiles wickedly at your disappointed look. A thought comes to mind, that — oh, he wants to be in charge tonight.

He's staring at your lips so intently, you feel like you're going crazy. Every second that passes feels endless, the blood in your ears pounding so hard you can't hear. He needs to make a move. Desperation pulses through you as your breath mingles with his. You whisper against him, "I need you. Please?"

He groans lightly right before he crashes his lips into yours, not hesitating to immediately lick into your mouth. You greedily open wide, welcoming him in, needing to taste him urgently. He wastes no time, dipping his head to bear down more, kissing you as thorough as possible. You feel the way his tongue laves over the roof of your mouth and teeth before he shoves it against yours.

You can still taste the wine on his tongue as you begin to suck on it in earnest, earning a low growl from him. You grin against his mouth, proud of yourself for his reaction. Before you can grin too widely, you feel Suguru's hand travel from your cheek to the back of your head, tangling itself in the hair at the nape of your neck.

He grabs a fistful and pulls. Hard.

Hard enough to make you open your mouth in a silent cry from the pain. He takes full advantage, shoving his tongue deeper to taste every inch of you. His other hand grasps onto the small of your waist, easily pulling your body into his as he grinds down onto you for the first time.

Using the hand he has in your hair, he forces your head back, away from him, so he can breathe out a harsh, "Fuck," as he ruts against you harder. You don't even have to look down to feel how hard he is against you.

You can feel how hot and heavy his length is just from the way it presses against you. You squeeze your eyes shut at the thought of just how badly you want it in you.

Suguru tugs on your hair to get your attention. He says, deeply, "Look at me, Y/N."

You quickly open your eyes, frantic to obey. His gaze is raw and unrestrained, pupils wide. "You feel that?"

Knowing what he's talking about, you eagerly nod as he grinds down again hard into your thigh. If it feels this good with clothes on, you mentally moan at how good it'll feel naked.

He moans gravelly, "Fuck. You did this to me."

You let out a whine, feeling weak against his body. Suguru lowers his head down to swallow your noises. He opens his mouth wider, jawline stretching as he shoves his tongue in again. The kiss is all teeth, clacking together with the force the he exerts. Your mouth is open so wide that drool is spilling out onto your chin.

You can't bring a thought to care, and apparently neither can Suguru. He shoves his tongue through all of the mess, just adding to it. In this moment, all either of you can focus on is having your mouths on each other. He leaves your lips for a moment, kissing sloppily over your cheek, then down your jawline. He lingers for a moment, nipping lightly at the bone there. You gasp at the feeling, grabbing onto his thick shoulders.

He starts to go down your neck, ravaging your skin as he presses his teeth into you harshly, biting down hard enough to make you flinch. It hurts the perfect amount, making you squeeze your thighs together. When he bites down, he sucks hard enough that you know he'll leave a dark mark.

The thought of being marked up by Suguru makes you let out a tormented moan.

Reaching the bottom of your neck, Suguru runs his tongue up, over all the bite marks, licking your neck in a straight line. When he reaches your ear, he bites down on it softly, mimicking your actions from earlier. "You make me so fucking horny, Y/N. You don't even know."

You squeeze your eyes and legs shut, needing some sort of relief. You try to buck your hips, but his weight holds you down. You whine, "Me too, Suguru. Fuck, I need you in me, please!"

He shushes you, "Hush, baby. Let me do what I want." You want to object, but then his hands are moving down your body to lift at the hem of your tank top, dragging it over your skin. You lift up to help him get it off. Once he does, he throw it across the room, leaving you completely bare, since you decided not to wear a bra this morning.

It catches him off guard, his eyes widening, just staring down at you in awe. Usually, this kind of attention would make you want to cover up, but tonight you're basking in it. Pleased with how he looks at you, you reach up to take his head in your hands. You start to pull him towards as you say, "Please, I need your mouth on me."

Your words make his hips rut forward as a grunt escapes him. Before his mouth can reach you, his hand comes up to you, pressing into your tits as he continues to grind.

You look down to see his bulge in his pants, lightly gasping at how prominent it is. Fuck, that must hurt.

You feel him pinch your nipple, pulling your thoughts away from his dick. With both of his hands, he shakes your tits just a little, embarrassing you the smallest amount at the movement.

He groans, "Fuck, your tits are perfect." He lets go of one to slap it lightly, surprising you enough to let out a whimper. Content with your reaction, he looks up at you and asks, "You want my mouth on you baby? Want me to suck on your tits?"

You shiver, nodding slowly. His words are so unlike the Suguru that you met earlier. You're sure you're leaking into your panties by now.

He leans down, latching his mouth onto your nipple, looking up into your eyes as he sucks harshly. He moans against you, causing you to feel the vibrations from his mouth. You start to squirm around, so unbelievably turned on as you reach behind him and cup his head. You pull him closer to your chest, needing more.

Before he pulls off, he bites down hard, causing a shock through your body as you arch your back. You moan, "Fuck, Suguru!"

He sits up, not wasting any more time to get the button of your pants open. He seems to be on a mission as he says, "God, I love it when you say my name like that."

You stare up at him, finding it completely unfair that he's still fully dressed when you're almost completely naked. Irritated that he's taking so long to get your pants off, you bat his hands away, reaching for the button yourself.

You rush to say, "Hurry up, take off your own clothes. I can get mine."

It's silent for a second, and you're mildly irritated that you can't hear the rustle of him taking off his own clothes. You finally get yours unbuttoned, but before you can fully take them off, Suguru's hands grab onto yours, stopping you from doing anything else.

Looking up at him, prepared to yell 'what the fuck' at his face, his expression throws you off guard.

Oh. He's mad.

His brow is furrowed, his cheeks red from arousal. "What did you just say, baby?"

You slam your mouth shut, knowing when to stop talking. Fuck. In the back of your mind, you're moaning at how hot this side of him is.

His hand finds your hair again, pulling it and forcing your head back. He looms over you, his body language threatening you into submission. Getting just an inch from your face, he growls condescendingly, "You don't tell me what to do, baby."

You stare up at him, wincing from the pain he's causing to your scalp. You would nod, but you can't because of the tight grip that he has on you. It hurts, but holy shit are you turned on right now.

His expression changes into something a little softer, but still managing to give off a fierce glare. He tilts his head sideways, taunting you. "Don't you want to be good for me?"

Oh?

Oh.

You say in an almost whisper, "I want to be good for you, Suguru."

He lets your hair go, almost making you sigh in relief. He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek, murmuring, "There's my sweet girl. Let's keep that up, okay, baby?"

Without faltering, you say, "Yes, sir."

His features melt into a terrifying grin. You clearly must've said the correct thing. It makes you absolutely drip.

His smile is so wide, his dimples are poking out, while the edge of his lips curl into something almost sinister. "Oh, I liked that."

You try to breath normally, but you whimper on accident. It just spurs him on.

Forgetting about taking your pants the rest of the way off, he sits back. With one hand he throws off his tank top, leaving you there speechless. His chest is so large and prominent, you just want to lean forward and touch him, not to mention the abs that are shining in your face, outlined with a dark, black happy trail leading into his pants. With one elbow propping himself up, he leans backward, the position emphasizing his crotch.

He motions you to come forward with his finger. "Come here, Y/N."

Happy and willing to go, you look up at him when he says, "Why don't you show me how good you can be?"

Not needing to be told twice, you reach forward to unbutton his pants with ease. Before you can unzip them, his hand comes up to grab your wrist. Confused, you look up. He glowers, "Don't use your hands."

Even though it's rough, you lean forward to grab the zipper with your teeth. You continue looking up at him, noting the untamable hunger shining on his face. He puts his hands down into your hair, guiding you softly.

Now fully unzipped, you focus on pulling his underwear down with your teeth, but you're having trouble. Every time you get a good grip, you lose it, and it's starting to make you upset.

The third time his briefs snap back against his lower stomach, you whine, looking up for help. Suguru offers nothing other than pushing your head forward, encouraging you to try again.

Knowing you can't do it, you opt for something else.

Staring up, you lean forward and begin licking the cotton covering his erection. You watch as he hisses, clearly not expecting your actions. You feel his hands tighten as he bites his lip, "Oh, baby, that's dirty."

His words make you close your eyes and moan around him, lips closing in to suck around his shaft. You drool all over the material, making it so wet it's starting to turn a darker gray. He uses his grip to shove you forward, forcing you to suck harder.

You savor the taste, wishing he would speed this up and let you taste his skin instead. When he loosens his grip on you, clearly lost in pleasure, you take the opportunity to lean back and whine, "Suguru, please, I want to taste you."

He groans, looking down at you with pure want. "Yeah? You sure about that?"

You grip his thighs with your hands to steady yourself, lust making you dizzy as you nod your head. "Yes, sir."

He mutters, "Fuck," so quietly you almost miss it as leans down far enough to reach your ear, licking over it lightly. "I might not be about to stop."

You let out a whimper, knees going weak at his words. Without waiting for a response, he pulls his pants and briefs down together, causing his dick to slap up against his lower stomach.

Fuck, he's so big. You knew he would be, but you didn't expect how thick he was. Your mouth waters thinking about how good he's going to make you feel, but first, you have to get him in your mouth before you lose your mind.

You reach forward, taking it into your hand and giving it one slow, loose pump. He lets out a pained moan, as if he has been waiting for this moment for so long. In awe by the pure weight of it, you lean in, licking the tip lightly.

You look up with wide eyes, noting how both of his hands are now buried in your hair. You lick harder, making sure to pay the whole tip enough of your attention. You dig your tongue into his slit.

His hips shift forward, obviously wanting more. Before you can lean in again, he pulls you back roughly as he says, "Fuckin', do it right, or I'll make you."

Wanting to be able to do it yourself, you hurry it up. You close your mouth over the tip, giving it a harsh suck. You moan at the salty taste, his precum already leaking out.

You continue to inch down slowly while your other hand jerks him off. You stop about halfway down, pulling off for a moment to give his head a kiss. Then, you begin to earnestly bob up and down as your other hand holds his shaft, using harsh pressure to jerk him.

In a pleased tone, he says, "There we go, atta girl."

You feel his legs start to shake against you, as his fingers tighten in your hair. Looking up at him, wanting to see his face, you realize that he's already staring down at you. He groans as you make eye contact, his eyes lidded. "Your mouth is so good, baby."

Using his words as encouragement, you moan lightly, going down further, trying to take all of him. Tears are starting to pinprick your eyes the farther you go down. You've never sucked anyone's dick that's this large, and you're starting to struggle a little.

But, with the noises he's making, the little, barely there whimpers, you want to swallow him all the way down. Reminding yourself to breathe through your noise, you make. The tip of his head it pressing into the back of your throat, filling up your entire mouth.

Once he's all the way in, you swallow around him, not sure if you can even start moving with how big he is.

"Look at you crying on my cock."

As much as you hate it, his teasing makes you moan around him. Still struggling to move your head, he decides to take it upon himself to help you out.

Moving his hands to the sides of your head, he holds you in place as he starts to shift his hips back and forth in a shallow manner. It's not too much, yet, but you can feel how his tip threatens to make you gag.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to hold on as he moans loudly. "You're doing so good, baby. Takin' me so well."

You try to nod, but you're so full of him, all you can do is gurgle, spit spilling out the sides of your mouth. He starts thrusting a little deeper at the wet feeling. "You're making a mess, baby. You like sucking my cock that much?"

You moan around him, encouraging him to take control. You brace yourself on his thighs, holding on as he fully uses your mouth just how he wants too. He can't stop talking, praising you, telling you how good you're doing. It's making it harder and harder for you to stop from touching yourself.

As much as you love tasting him, you need him in you so bad. You feel like you might actually start crying.

You swallow around him, moaning hard so he can feel the vibrations run up his length. You feel his legs shudder as hips involuntarily pitch forward. "Now that's my good girl."

Fuck, you can't take it anymore.

You quickly pull off, letting your hand jack him off, hard and fast. You look up and plead, "Suguru, I need you in me! It hurts!"

He's breathing raggedly, looking down at you with arousal so evident on his face. "You want me to fuck you, baby? You gonna be good for me, then?"

Needing him to hurry up, you moan, "Yes, sir. I promise," while running your palm over his tip. His hips stutter as he moans out in a high-pitch. The hands in your hair grips you so tightly that you yell out in pain. He groans, "Do that again, baby, fuck."

You quickly obey, running your palm over his tip again, this time just a little bit harder. His moans begin to turn ragged. "That's a good fuckin' girl."

Before you can beg him to touch you again, he pulls your hand off of him. Frantically, he rips your pants off of you as he pushes your panties to the side. "Almost made me cum with just your hand."

He forces your body on the ground as his fingers dip into your pussy, running through your wetness. You moan at the sensation as he says, "Need to fuck you now, baby."

He immediately pushes two fingers into you, not wasting any time to stretch you. You're grateful because of how big he is. You know it's going to hurt a little no matter what, but you don't care. You want his cock inside, not his fingers.

You squirm, whimpering because it feels so good, but you reach for his cock that's resting on your lower stomach. He groans, feeling your cold fingers against him. He continues thrusting his fingers in and out, reaching a quicker pace.

Confused, he says, "No, Y/N. Come on, let me take care of you first."

Withholding a moan, you shake your head. "No, I want your cock so bad. Please?"

You watch as he clenches his jaw shut, breathing out in a harsh manner. With no warning, he presses a third finger in you, surprising you. You let out a high-pitched moan.

He looks like he's quickly losing control, eyes so dilated they look black. He says lowly, "Let me fucking finish."

Continuing to pump, you feel your insides turn to fire. He leans down, hovering over your pussy, staring up at you like he's a predator. If feels like electricity is running up and down your spine, and you can't tell if you want to chase it or run away from it.

He looks down at you, how his fingers move in and out. He grins, "You're so wet, Y/N. What's got you so turned on?"

You look away, embarrassed at how soaked you are. He teases, "No, baby, you gotta look at me."

You try to focus on the sound of his voice as you force yourself to look down at him. Now with your full attention on him, he leans down and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking so hard it feels like you got shocked. You moan out, "Oh, fuck!"

You can feel your orgasm building quickly, coming on full force. You feel Suguru moan against you, making the sensation even better. You grip onto his hair, pulling him closer into you. You're so close to coming, you can feel it start, but he pulls away right when it's almost there.

With a dangerous grin, he repeats, "Come, on, tell me. Who's got your pussy this wet?"

You clench your jaw, as he leans back down to start sucking, even harsher than before. You feel it starting to wash over you as he starts pushing his fingers in and out faster. He hits something in you for the first time, causing your hips to buck up several times. It's like you can't control yourself from screaming out, "Suguru!"

You cling onto his hair as you feel yourself cum. You can't shut up when Suguru continues to pump his fingers and suck your clit, letting you ride it out for as long as you can. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your cum leak out, but he doesn't stop sucking.

Once you've finally calmed down, he pulls his fingers out and looks up at you before licking a long stripe across your pussy. Gathering your cum in his mouth, he swallows. "Tastes so good, fuck."

Fuck.

He then crawls back up you and doesn't waste any time to flip you over. He urges, "Up, Y/N. On your hand and knees for me." You easily obey, arching your back in an obscene way for him.

You feel him run his length across your pussy, gathering up your cum to glide in and out of your lips easier. His tip nudges your clit every time he pushes in, making you whimper at the promise of his cock inside you.

He places both of his hands on your hips as he slowly pushes the tip in, letting you get used to it before he really starts fucking you. He thrusts in and out slowly, not giving you more than you can handle.

The grip he has on you lets you know that he's trying so hard to remain in control, but he's starting to have trouble with it. You arch your back further, pushing your ass into him. You plead, "Suguru, please, I'm ready."

He lightly slaps your ass, leaving you with the promise that he could really do some damage. Rubbing over you, he says, "You sure you're ready, sweetheart? I'm not gonna slow down even if you ask me to."

You urge, "I need you, Suguru, now."

Trusting your word, he pushes all the way in without stopping, surprising you with his size. The feeling of him all the way inside makes you feel so full you start to get anxious if you were all talk—if you can actually take all of him.

Before you can get too in your head about it, he starts earnestly fucking you into the carpet.

Burying your head into your arms, you feel his balls slap against your clit just from the force of his thrusts, making you that much more overwhelmed. You can't stop moaning

"So, big, Suguru! Feels so good!" You try to find something to grip, but it's useless. You just have to lay there and take it.

He starts going faster, your words clearly getting to him. He's so deep it almost hurts. Not slowing down, he runs his calloused hands over your ass. You hear the grin in his voice when he says, "You like my big cock, baby? You like it when I fuck you hard?."

Rubbing his hands on your ass, he lifts his hand and brings it back down, hard, causing a slap to echo through the room. You don't expect it, arching forward from the pain. You can't help it when you let out an exaggerated moan at the feeling. Fuck, it felt so good that you're drooling.

Before you can recover, he slaps you again, earning a whimper from you. He groans, "Want me to hit you again, baby? You like it when I slap your ass?"

Moaning in response, you push back into him, matching his pace as he slams into you. It's too much, and not enough at the same time. You moan half-heartedly when he says, "So good for me, Y/N. Keep fucking back on my cock, just like that."

You nod into the carpet, needing him to hit you again. Obeying your wishes, his hand comes down for the third time, harder than before, immediately triggering an orgasm out of you. You almost yell, not expecting the sudden sensation. You feel like you're on fire, pulsing against his cock. He never stops, even when your cum is leaking out onto his cock.

Brain fuzzy from having cum twice now, you barely register when Suguru's laughs, "Coming just from a little slap? That's pitiful, baby." You whimper in response, already fucked out.

Next thing you know, his hand is reaching down to wrap around your throat as he grips your waist to pull you into him.

In this position, with his chest to your back, he feels so much deeper. He can't go as fast as he was, but he grinds into your pussy slowly, causing you to yelp at the pressure he puts on your cervix. You squeeze around him at the feeling.

His hand around your throat squeezes lightly when his dick grazes your G-spot. Your eyes basically roll back on command. Suguru chuckles as he kisses your cheek, still pressing lightly on your throat. "I can feel your pussy squeezing me so hard. You feel good, baby?"

You nod against him, still not able to speak. He grinds into you deeper, erupting a moan out of you. His fingers on your waist pull you into him. "Want me to make you cum again?"

You manage out a mumbled, "Please!"

He doesn't stop fucking into you when he grins against your cheek as he taunts you, "I don't know, that didn't sound too convincing to me."

You whine, pressing your face into the side of his neck. You don't know how much more convincing you can be. You squeeze around him more, so turned on you can't think straight. You babble, "Suguru, I need to cum so bad. I'll be so good for you, your good girl!"

He groans lowly, hips involuntarily pitching forward a little quicker. "Fuck, you wanna be my good girl, Y/N?"

You nod, "So badly!"

He thrusts deeply one more time before pulling out and flipping you onto your back. He moans, "Need to see your pretty face." He forces your legs onto his shoulders, bending you slightly before he pushes back in. He doesn't waste any time, seeming like he needs to fuck you just as bad as you need him to.

Your eyes roll back into your head, feeling him constantly hit your G-spot. You're not sure how much more of this you can take. He slows down to grind into you when he moans, "You're so fucking hot."

You whine at the praise when he pitches forward, forcing your legs to bend an insane amount so he can get closer to your face. His fingers press into your jaw as says lowly, eyes wild, "Open your mouth."

You use so much effort to force yourself to stare up at him, brows furrowed. Your mind is so fuzzy right now, you have no idea what he wants, but you don't care at this point. You'll do anything he says, anything he wants you to.

You obey, opening your mouth wide. He grins at how easy you listen to him. He caresses your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "You were so argumentative earlier today. What happened, baby?"

You breathe out, not saying anything. You want to keep your mouth open, just like he told you to. He slips his thumb onto the pad of your tongue, rubbing gently and taunting, "You just needed someone to tell you what to do. Isn't that right, sweet girl?"

You buck your hips as you nod. Fuck, he's being so hot right now. You need him to fuck into you faster so you can finally cum again before you go crazy. He eyes your face up and down once more before he removes his thumb. He gets a better, tighter, grip on your jaw right before he spits directly into your mouth.

He lets go of you and says with a dark look, "Swallow."

You close your eyes as you obey. Holy shit, you can't breathe. You don't know how but your pussy got so much wetter just from that single word.

Pulling away from you, he sits back up so he can have more leverage. He grips onto your thighs as he drives forward, slamming into you so hard it knocks the air out of you. He almost babbles in a low voice, "That was fuckin' sexy. Such a good girl, baby, so fucking good. You listen so well."

You start to squirm, feeling like your about to cum again. He seems to read you well enough to lean forward just barely in order to wrap his fingers around your throat again. He moans as he drives forward hard enough to force your body into the couch behind you. "You need to cum again, baby? You need me to make you cum?"

Feeling lightheaded from the pressure, you moan, "Yes, please!" It feels so good, all you can focus on is the pleasure he's giving you and the way his eyes bore into you. He reaches down to rub your clit, making you flinch from the sudden shock.

He moans, "Cum on my cock, baby."

You don't close your eyes, staring up at him as you cum, pulsing around him as you drip down his cock. You moan so loudly you think you might be screaming when Suguru starts going impossibly faster, chasing his own orgasm.

Hand still around your throat, his hips stutter as he cums deep into you, filling you up so much it's already starting to leak out around you. He growls, "Fuck, there we go baby," as he continues to fuck into you in short, hard thrusts, pushing his cum into you even more. "Take it."

He finally starts to slow down, hips shifting forward in slight aftershocks. After letting him take a moment to catch his breath, you whimper at the feeling as he begins to pull out, hating being empty. He leans over you and gives you another deep kiss, tongue caressing yours momentarily before he pulls away.

He collapses next to you on the floor with a grunt. Now beside you, he opens his arms, directing you into his chest. Which, thank God, you feel like you might cry if you can't touch him right now. Especially after all of that.

You both lay there breathing heavily for who knows how long. Next thing you know, Suguru is lightly snoring above you. You can't help but think that sleeping right now is a great idea, shortly following in suit.

--

"Y/N?"

You grunt and shift closer to wherever the warmth you feel is coming from.

"Y/N?"

You mumble, wishing whoever is speaking would shut up.

"Come on, baby. Wake up."

Baby?

Baby!

You crack your eyes open, wondering who the hell is calling you baby.

You're almost blinded by the brightness of the overhead light. As your vision slowly adjusts, you notice that you're on the floor of some room, laying on top of some guy.

One night stand?

Did you go out last night?

How drunk were you?

You blink a few times, finally getting full vision back. You look up and almost flinch seeing that your laying on top of Suguru. You whip your head around as you sit up, immediately recognizing your location, and that –

You're naked?!

You look beside you and feel your cheeks heat up.

Suguru's naked?!

He furrows his brow at your reaction, "What's wrong, Y/N. Does your head hurt?"

All of a sudden every single memory of the past night comes flooding back to you. You're on a mission.

You. Are. On. A. Mission.

And you fucked your partner while you were wine wasted.

Right. Of, course.

Well. What's done is done, you suppose.

You wince, taking his words into account and realize that, yes, your head does indeed hurt.

You nod and rub your head, trying to ignore the fact that you're butt-ass naked on some sketchy carpet. "Yeah, a little bit. Does yours?"

He sits up, following you. He reaches to grab your underwear and tank top and hands it to you, most likely sensing your discomfort. "Yeah, when I first woke up, but it's starting to get better."

You begin putting them on as Suguru reaches for his own briefs. Curious, you ask, "How long have you been awake?"

He shrugs, "Maybe an hour?"

You pause in putting on your top. "Why didn't you wake me?"

He scratches the back of his neck, almost like he's embarrassed. He offers a small smile. "Um, well, I was kind of rough last night, and I just wanted you to get some rest."

Rough.

Your memory of his hand around your throat floods back, making you blush and look away. Your pussy starts pulsing the slightest bit, and you almost groan at the sensation. Isn't it satisfied yet?

You reply, "Oh, right. Thank you, then."

Now somewhat dressed, he nods before he says, "I think I know what the curse is doing."

Your eyes whip back to his, a little wide. You kind of forgot the whole reason you were here in the first place. Now that you remember the contents of last night, it's all you can really think about.

He was so hot, so rough with you. You want him to do it again, but you know you need to figure out what's going on. You remember haphazardly telling Suguru that something was wrong before you basically jumped him.

You think you know what Suguru might say.

He continues, "I think, like we said last night, that the curse really is amplifying the victims emotions when they enter the room."

You agree, kind of, but something is still missing in his theory. Trying not to seem embarrassed, considering you still feel his cum leaking out of you, you say, "Yeah, that would make sense, but wouldn't it amplify both people's emotions? I was the only one horny."

You watch as Suguru slouches over a little bit, a thread on his underwear suddenly interesting to him. He says a little quietly, "Well, not really."

You slowly realize what he's saying and you conceal a grin. Now less embarrassed to know he felt the same way, you tease a little too. You remember what Suguru was saying last night, so you mimic his words. "Oh, Suguru, what had you all worked up?"

His eyes widen momentarily before his face transforms into a scowl. "Oh, shut up. You know what it was."

You lean over, cackling at his face.

You voice, "I can't believe we both came in this place horny for each other." As you continue to laugh, Suguru lets out a few chuckles, "Yeah, it is a little funny, isn't it?"

You nod, letting out a few more laughs before you grin, "So, you think that's what was wrong with the other victims too?"

Suguru explains, "Yeah, that would make sense of the better physical health, but muscle strain. It would also explain the obsession and shame issues."

Oh, wow. That would explain everything.

You smirk, "So this is a horny curse."

Suguru rolls his eyes so far back into his head it makes you snort. You do have one more question though. "So, how come they're stuck here for a few days?"

He looks at you a little sheepishly. "Well, I don't know about you, but I can't stop thinking about last night. I think it might just replay the emotions and slowly keep amplifying them again and again for the next couple of days."

You blink. "Well, yeah. That would make sense." You unconsciously look at his lips for a moment before popping back up for eye contact. You continue, "And, yes, it's the same for me."

Suguru pauses a second before all forms of embarrassment or hesitation leave his face. He questions with a tiny smirk building on his lips, "So, that means we have a few more days here."

You register his words for a moment before grinning as you start to take off your shirt once again.