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You don't know when it started.
What exactly? When you started catching feelings for a certain white-haired sorcerer named Toge Inumaki.
The only vague trace of a beginning was when Gojo ordered you to accompany Inumaki on a mission a few months or so ago. The exorcism plan for the specific curse was perfect for you and Inumaki’s techniques: speech and archery.
Why? You can't quite remember the details, but you remember not complaining about the whole thing. Simply being in Inumaki's company was enough reason to go along. You'd always treasured him as a really good friend since you came to Jujustu Tech, someone you could confide in and have a good time with.
It was meant to be an easy mission, in and out, no problems. But, it all changed when the mission went awry, the curse five times stronger than expected. Thankfully, both of your curse techniques combined were enough to defeat the curse, but Inumaki's first instinct was to protect you, using his body as a barrier between you and the curse. He didn't allow a single scratch to land on you, as he bore the brunt of the hits, which led him straight to the infirmary with Shoko.
After being ensured thousands of times that he would make a smooth recovery, you made sure to scold him the moment he woke up, and practically every time you visited him after. You even had him promise never to do that again, but he smiled, shook his head, and waved his hand with a "shake-shake" every time.
From that point on, it was only a little crush, a little admiration, really. At least, that's the lie that you wanted to feed yourself. In all reality, the power he exuded was a stark contrast to his usually quiet, sweet character; it lured you to him.
It's almost questionable why the two of you haven't started dating.
Well, the most boiled down, simple answer was the presence of another sorcerer, Megumi Fushiguro, who just so happened to be your boyfriend of nearly two years.
The two of you started dating when you first arrived at Jujustu Tech. He was the one to confess rather quickly after meeting you. He was cool and hard on the outside, yet soft-hearted and sweet on the inside, although the inside is what you hardly got to see. It's counterintuitive how fast you fell for him; the idea of this cold man having any kind of warm feelings for you made you more attracted to him.
He was who you lost your virginity to and truly cared for. The passion and love between the two of you were unreal at first. You were fully invested in him up until a few months ago when the sex got boring, the passion faded away, and the two of you started growing into different people. His once-attractive despondency now frustrated you, leading to more arguments and more distance between the two of you. Yet, you couldn't quite let go.
That's why you assumed your feelings for Inumaki even blossomed in the first place. Being shown that someone still cared enough to risk their life for you made you feel wanted, even if Inumaki acted as a friend or as your senior.
Unbeknownst to you was that Inumaki fell in love with you from the moment he laid eyes on you. He forgot how to breathe momentarily over your beauty, and the aura you let off was a complete bonus. Your bright smile, happy-go-lucky personality, and friendliness to all walks of life complimented your tough discipline, calculated shots of your cursed bow, and coldness to those who deserved it.
Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who thought so. His ears were the first to hear of Megumi's feelings towards you, and when asked for his opinion on asking you out, Inumaki simply nodded and muttered a "Salmon."
Ache and pining for your love resided in Inumaki's heart soon after. It grew steadily every day whenever he saw the two of you holding hands during practice and leaving for long afternoons to go on dates- don't even get him started about the gossips of the two of you sneaking into each others dorms late at night.
The only thing that kept his longing at bay was the fact that every so often, you spent some time with Inumaki and told him practically everything about you- hopes, dreams, likes, dislikes, you name it. He was grateful for being considered somewhat of a close friend to you; two years later, he was more comfortable with the friend zone, except for the overwhelming desire that took over him every so often. Your happiness and safety were all that truly mattered to him, anyways.
That's why he protected you when the first mission you two shared grew dangerous. Inumaki fully accepted death if it meant you left unscathed, but God, seeing your face first thing after waking up from his injuries was the best thing in the world. He would do it a million times over just for that moment of relief. The sudden closeness between the two of you afterward was simply a bonus. as if you suddenly always wanted to be around him. It was the furthest thing from a complaint from Inumaki.
That's why when Gojo assigned the two of you to practice close hand-to-hand combat to avoid repeated accidents, he jumped to agree and smiled when he realized you were just as excited.
Everyone else had no outstanding assignments or practice to take care of, so Yuuji stood before everyone, shouting, “Let’s go partyyyyy! Except…well, y’know-“ he looked at Inumaki and you, “no offense.”
You shrugged, hardly bothered as you waved your hand, “None taken.”
You were relieved, actually. You and Megumi had actually gotten into a fairly bad argument earlier in the day, so you needed this break. You wanted to spend time with Inumaki.
The two of you were experts at hiding it, though, as you stood side-by-side, hands clasped together out of habit. You turned to Megumi, giving him a small smile as you spoke, “See you later?”
The black-haired sorcerer nodded his head, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.
No matter how often Inumaki’s seen it, he still couldn’t get used to the wave of jealousy that would sway him, biting his tongue.
The chattering crowd of students eventually disappeared into the distance, leaving you and Inumaki alone on the field.
“Welp,” you announced, hands on your hips and turning to Inumaki. “You ready to get your ass kicked?”
Inumaki’s bad taste in his mouth dissipated instantly as he laughed at your overconfidence. He was going to have you all alone to himself for a bit, there was nothing more he could ask for.
“Hey! Don’t laugh. Just wait!” You scolded, but you knew it was big talk. Inumaki was a whole grade up than you, there was no way in hell you could possibly take him down. But, by all means, you were still going to try.
He smiled, heart swelling as he quickly got into position, motioning for practice to start.
You charged at him, hoping to get the first hit, but he dodged easily. Before you knew it, you were in his grip, back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped securely around you.
Goosebumps littered your skin as he chuckled lowly into your ear, “Ikura.”
He was taunting you and turning you on slightly in the process. You tried to play off the emotion as nothing the moment he let you go.
You turned back to him, sticking your tongue out, “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll do better. Just watch.”
“Tuna Mayo,” he smirked under his muffler.
‘Show me.’
You bit your lip, nodding and resetting yourself into position. Another try,
And another,
And some more,
And yet, still NOTHING.
You were panting, hands on your knees, and bent over. “How? How are you so fast?”
Inumaki hummed in satisfaction, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, “shake-shake?”
You sighed, beyond frustrated with yourself that the past two hours were filled with pure failures. You wanted to impress him, for fuck’s sake; you wanted to be capable of fending for yourself, and as insane as it sounded, maybe even protect him on your next shared mission. If you were capable of at least pinning him down and getting the jump on him, then it would at least be a sign that you had the potential to stand with him someday. You needed to make this next one count, you couldn’t stand if another hour passed of him teasing you.
“Alright,” you stood from your bent-over position, setting yourself in position. “One more time.”
Inumaki could see the fire in your eyes and the strength behind your words. Your strength truly blew him away sometimes, he wished so bad he could be the one to stand by your side, claim you proudly as his. It would be the biggest honor for him. In his eyes, you were already light-years ahead of him in terms of power and strength, but he knew you wouldn’t be satisfied with yourself if you didn’t accomplish what you had set yourself out to do.
So, he nodded, getting back into position before motioning for you to start.
You charged at him again, pouring every ounce of energy you had left in your body into your movements.
Inumaki had decided to put his all into this next run, yet he found himself struggling to keep up with your relentless kicks and hits for once.
You were not easing up in the slightest, and you continued your barrage of attacks until you noticed it. A slight falter in his movements. It left him completely open and vulnerable for the perfect hit.
A fatal mistake.
You smirked, taking the opportunity to trip him. He fell to the floor with a loud ‘oof!’. You dropped onto him, bearing all your weight and locking his arms to his sides. You looked down at him with the biggest, shit-eating grin you could muster.
“Finally! See, I told you to wait for me to kick your ass, now look at you,” You teased.
Inumaki, out of breath, smiled up at you, incredibly proud of your determination and strength. He breathed out a “Bonito flakes,” a phrase you came to associate as a ‘congratulations’ of sorts.
Giggling, you released his arms and gave a little bow. “Thank you, thank you,” you smiled and looked into his eyes. “I owe it all to you, really. Thank you-”
You stopped. With the bow, your face came extremely close to his. It was a chain reaction in which you finally realized the position you two were in. Legs on either side of his waist, practically straddling him. Noses almost touching, you could feel his power in the air he breathed out small waves that tingled your lips.
You couldn't handle it anymore. All these months of buildup were boiling over, the tension was becoming too much; the butterflies in your stomach couldn’t calm down. You had to know- you had to make sure of your feelings; the collateral damage could be dealt with later.
"I'm sorry, Inumaki," you apologized before clumsily zipping his muffler down and pressing your lips to his.
It was so corny, so cheesy to say, but you felt instant fireworks. If you thought the butterflies were already a lot, this was on a different level.
Inumaki didn't know how to react, he was too shocked. He couldn't even register that the girl he loved for so long was currently kissing him!
As much as this felt like a true dream come true, the question hung a hook through his tattooed cheek. You were dating Megumi; the two of you always seemed so happy. Why would you be doing this now?
The hesitance in his kiss back was obvious to you. You didn't blame him, your head was still spinning, trying to explain what was happening to your judgment. You couldn't quite tell which way was up and down right now. The only thing you knew was the sweet taste of his lips, like the best-forbidden candy you could only have once in your life.
It only drove your hunger for more of it. The heat in your lower belly was growing exponentially, and you were soon pushing your legs together to try to dull the throbbing as you deepened the kiss. But it didn't work, the friction only made the heat grow. You never felt this way with Megumi, so bothered and turned on with a simple kiss.
You pulled away from him. The both of you were panting, staring at each other, practically dumbfounded.
Inumaki was the first to break the silence. "T-Tuna?" He asked up at you quietly, gently placing his hands on your hips.
His touch sent shocks of electricity through your body. If you weren't already hot and bothered enough, this was the final nail in the coffin.
"Y-Yeah," You nodded, breaking eye contact as you scrambled to stand up. Stretching your hand to him, Inumaki was quick to take it and stand up, but you didn't let go.
You simply looked around, ensuring no one was around to see what just happened, and then you spotted a public bathroom a walking distance away.
"Come with me," you said. The statement posed itself as a suggestion, but the way you held him by the hand behind you was hardly a suggestion.
Inumaki didn't entirely mind, this was the first time he's ever held your hand, but the confusion from earlier was just growing tenfold as the two of you approached the dingy public bathroom. He watched as you swung open the door with your free hand and walked the two of you to the biggest stall on the end.
Open, then quickly shut again. The two of you were now inside the semi-spacious stall. No time was wasted. You quickly turned back around and pressed Inumaki against the wall, hips flush against his.
Littering his jaw with kisses, you slowly trailed them down to his neck and began sucking, gently grazing the teeth against the supple skin. You could slowly feel his hard length pressed against you, Inumaki whimpering under the friction and kisses.
There was no room for rational thought. Especially with his delicious whimpers, how his hands grasped the back of your shirt and the quick rising and falling of his chest.
Megumi had never had these kinds of reactions with you before. You were determined to ride this high and give Inumaki all of the pleasure in the world if it meant he would provide you with these kinds of reactions. You needed more.
You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before falling to your knees.
"S-Sukijda?" He stuttered, obviously confused about why you suddenly stopped.
"I just..." You placed your hands on the waistband of his uniform pants. "I just want to make you feel good. Can I please?" You looked up at him, eyes pleading.
That's when it finally clicked in Inumaki's head that this was real. You were being serious. No cameras around to say this was a practical joke, no one else hiding in the other stalls to jump out and spook him when his guard was down. Being a prankster, he wouldn't put it past anyone who knew his secret to use it against him for a cruel prank. He was a little dense, too, even as you were literally on your knees in front of him, hot breath fanning the tight tent in his pants.
But he understood now and would've been crazy to deny such an offer.
His face was flushed with excitement, embarrassment, a mix of emotions, but promptly he nodded and whispered a "Salmon."
You went to work pulling down his uniform pants and boxers, his dick springing up. Beads of precum dripped from his head and down his thick length. It was just so pretty. You held it gingerly in your hand, peppering kisses down to the base as you admired how heavy it felt.
You licked a stripe back up to the head, and this elicited a low groan from Inumaki. You couldn't help but smirk, looking up at the white-haired male innocently as you spoke, "Oh, honey, you haven't felt anything yet."
Giving a kiss to his head, you gathered as much saliva as possible in your mouth. You lolled your tongue out of your mouth, allowing the saliva to drip down and coat him entirely.
This allowed you to start pumping him with ease. At the sudden friction, Inumaki couldn't help how his breath hitched in his throat. He loved how your hands were wrapped so pretty around his dick. They were so much softer than his. The feeling was ten times better than what he imagined them to feel like during the countless times he masturbated to you. He loved it so much that he wished he could vocalize it to you, but all he could do was moan.
His reaction was all the validation you needed, and the sounds sent shocks down to your cunt. It was so good, you wanted him to feel you MORE.
You took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like a lollipop. Once your jaw felt slacker, you took more of him in, bobbing your head up and down his length and hollowing out your cheeks every time you came back up.
Your mouth and hands worked in tandem. Whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth, you made sure to stroke at the same pace. You wanted to make sure you didn't leave a single patch of skin unstimulated.
You were so fucking good at this, too good at this. It struck a nerve inside him to even think about your countless practices on Megumi to get so damn good at this.
It wasn't fair. Megumi had your pretty little mouth all to himself and more. Sharing is caring, especially amongst friends, after all. Months of seemingly unrequited love wouldn't let him waste this chance.
Lightly threading his fingers through your hair, the lightness of it all contrasted heavily with the onslaught of harsh thrusts Inumaki began on your face. The sounds were almost grotesque, your garbled moans mixed in with Inumaki's ragged breathing and the wet noises of his face fucking you. You tried your best to match his thrusts, but tears were falling from your eyes and blocking your vision as he hit the back of your throat with every thrust.
You were sure the little makeup you had on was completely ruined and smeared everywhere, but it didn't matter. Inumaki's cock was the most delicious treat in the world, and you wanted to savor it.
It was only a few more thrusts until you began feeling him throb, and Inumaki gave one last deep thrust before pulling out. He wouldn't allow himself to cum with just your mouth; what a waste it would be.
You coughed and sputtered for air at the sudden freedom, but the feeling only turned you on more. Your mouth was used like a fleshlight, and peering into Inumaki's rougher side piqued your curiosity about what he would do to your pussy.
The heat was becoming unbearable. Your panties were completely soaked, and you were almost embarrassed over how wet and needy you were. But, the little tinge of guilt started creeping in, and now you could think somewhat straight. Could you really go all the way with Inumaki, no matter your feelings? Could you really do this to Megumi?
Inumaki was none the wiser to your inner turmoil. He was more concerned about your coughing fit and worried he took it too far.
Inumaki placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head to face him. "T-Tuna?" Inumaki asked, still slightly out of breath.
You looked into his eyes and nodded, reassuringly smiling at the deja vu, "Yeah, I've never been better."
Inumaki smiled back, gently wiping some drool away from the corner of your mouth and swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. The way he looked at you was so tender and full of love. The stark contrast between him and Megumi, who could barely look at you nowadays, gave enough reason to your doubt. To hell with Megumi.
You wanted Inumaki.
"I-Inumaki," you started, gently grabbing his hand and standing up. "I know Megumi's your friend, my boyfriend," you emphasized 'boyfriend,' "but I..."
He didn't want you to finish, he couldn't let you finish. Verbal rejection at this point would be the worst.
He kissed you again, desperately, pouring all his emotion for you into that kiss. His tongue entering your mouth and dominating your own. You moaned into his mouth, paying no mind to the cutoff and gladly allowing the show of dominance. You simply took it as an eager agreement.
You gently traced your fingers along Inumaki's length as the two of you kissed, but it soon became unbearable. The proximity of his body heat set your insides on fire, driving you slowly crazy. You couldn't do this teasing game anymore.
"Shit, I can't wait," you muttered into his mouth before pulling your lips away and reaching to pull your skirt and panties off. You stepped out of them, the cool air making you shiver.
"Please," you started as you bent over the toilet, ass pressed against Inumaki's length, "Fuck me already."
A throaty groan rumbled from Inumaki's mouth as he gently grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to admire how dripping wet you were for HIM. He couldn't help but bend down to give your pussy a kiss and a quick stripe with his tongue. You squealed, not expecting the sensation, but it was soon replaced with a gasp. Inumaki quickly stood back up to give your ass a light smack before settling his hands on your hips, aligning your cunt perfectly in front of his cock.
The sound you emitted was animalistic, a sort-of high-pitched whine as he slowly entered you. The feeling was so overwhelming the moment he fully sheathed himself inside you. This was so different, completely different from anything you experienced with Megumi. He couldn't hold a candle to Inumaki's size. Your pussy ached around him, you needed more.
"More, more, more," You whined, slightly arching your back and bucking your ass up more to allow him to fuck you easier.
Inumaki bit his lip. Seeing you so desperate for him made something inside him short-circuit. He would've done it long ago if he knew you were this desperate to cheat on Megumi.
So be it. He'll just show you how much better he was than Megumi.
Despite your earlier pleas, the pace was slow initially, as if Inumaki was testing the waters and assessing how rough he could be with you. It swelled his ego incredibly as you gasped and moaned underneath him with every thrust as if you weren't used to something hitting you so deep with such little effort.
He smirked, gently rubbing your ass before spanking you hard. You flinched at the sudden contact, whining as he gave a few more hits and simultaneously began to dial up the speed.
It was like the spanks relaxed you in a strange way. You were soon accustomed to his size, and Inumaki couldn't help but mutter a "fuck" under his breath at the feeling. It's like your pussy was made for him the way his dick was being swallowed whole, squelching and leaking with every thrust he gave.
'What a beautifully slutty hole, just for me,' Inumaki thought, desperately wishing he could relay all his painfully dirty thoughts. All he could stick to was grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging, and bringing your head back for him to bend down and lick the shell of your ear.
A shattered moan fell from your lips. This was so erotic, and you were an absolute mess underneath him. The echo of skin-on-skin and your combined moans bounced off the bathroom walls back to your ears. It was so deliciously mesmerizing that you didn't even realize how the knot in your tummy loosened with every second that passed. It was creeping up on you so deliciously slow until it reached the nerve-prickling crescendo. The feeling was like being on top of a rollercoaster ride, where the drop was about to happen.
"I'm almost there. Please don't stop," You whimpered, biting your lip.
You were there, almost completely over the edge, so close. You opened your mouth to moan-
Then, the door to the bathroom flew open, and Inumaki quickly covered your mouth with his hand and halted his movements. Your eyes widened in fear at the sudden sound of voices, and your nearing orgasm quickly smudged out.
You couldn't make out exactly who the voices belonged to, you thought everyone had left to the makeshift party Yuuji put together. But it didn’t really matter who they were or why they were here; the school was so small that whoever they were would definitely spread the word to everyone, including Megumi.
You don't even know why you were so afraid of being caught if you already didn't care enough about his feelings to cheat, but you didn't want him to find out, not like this, at least.
Inumaki, on the other hand, secretly wished for the two of you to get caught. He would've never done anything to risk the two of you's relationship before this. That's why he always stayed your friend and loved you from afar. But you opened the doors to something more, and now he couldn't help but act more selfishly.
He wanted anyone to tell Megumi, so the two of you would break up, and he'd swoop in and love you the way he's always wanted to. Inumaki knew, even now, that it was a really shitty thing to want, but he couldn't help it.
He was crazy in love with you.
His cock still very much inside you, Inumaki used his hand over your mouth as a guide, pulling your head back towards his body and bringing you from your leaned-over position to standing, back now fully flushed against him.
His hand never let your mouth, and for good reason, too. The moment you fully stood, his dick hit even deeper than before, and small traces of a whine slipped past his hand.
Thankfully, the voices were especially loud, laughing over something Gojo had said in class earlier in the day.
He gently snaked his free hand under your uniform shirt. Pulling your bra down in one swoop, his hand squeezed and lightly massaged your breast. You whimpered, the sound thankfully muffled.
He pinched your erect nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You threw your head back against his shoulder, body burning as he fondled your tits and kissed the back of your neck.
Then he started moving inside you, adding to the heat. Your body shuttered under his actions, eyes squeezing as he added force to his thrusts, but never speed. You knew was teasing you, testing to see how silent you could be, and it was a test you were set up to fail from the start. If it wasn't for his hand still covering your mouth, it would've been game over already.
He was hitting you so deeply, so slow, right in the spot you wanted most. You felt every slight falter in his thrust when the pleasure was overwhelming for him, too. You felt the way your walls contracted and squeezed around his dick every time he entered you. You wanted nothing more than to vocalize just how good he was fucking you, but you couldn't.
This was the most difficult thing in the world. You could only exhale heavily through your nose. All the strength in your body was going towards not giving any reason for whoever was in the bathroom to look into this stall, but your denied orgasm from earlier was slowly coming back with an extra intensity.
You were certain you wouldn't be able to hold it back if Inumaki kept up this torturous game of pleasure. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you desperately clung to Inumaki's arm. Then, by the grace of all good, the door to the bathroom swung back open, and the voices soon disappeared.
You would've thought Inumaki used this as a sign to go harder, but he again halted. The high of your nearing orgasm fading once more. It left your body trembling in Inumaki's arms. You sobbed, beyond frustrated.
Inumaki removed his hand, gently grasping your jaw and turning it to the side. Light kisses were placed along your jaw, kisses mixed with the salty tears that fell from your eyes. His other hand remained grasping your breasts, cock still throbbing within you and taunting your cunt.
You tried to move, adding some friction that would bring you to that high that you've now been denied twice. Your attempts were met with a growl and a vice-like grip, forcing you to a halt.
You were completely at Inumaki’s mercy, this was even worse than the possibility of getting caught.
"I-Inumaki, please," you started, voice cracking. This yielded nothing, he completely ignored you.
You threw your remaining dignity out the window.
"Please, make me fucking cum! I want to cum," you cried pitifully, reeking of desperation. "I want it, I want YOU."
A content hum was all you received before a hand snaked straight to your clit, circling the swollen nub as his hips sped up to the mind-breaking speed he held earlier.
"F-Fuck! Yes,” You exclaimed, your body writhing under his touch.
The pleasure was unbearable now. Everything inside your body was screaming for a release. You could care less if someone were to come into the bathroom now. You just wanted to cum. There was nothing else in this world you wanted this badly.
"C-Cum with me inside!” You ordered through high-pitched moans.
You didn’t have to tell him twice. He grunted in acknowledgment, which was the last thing you heard before you came. You were sure you blacked out momentarily with the force in which your orgasm hit you. You could barely breathe with how the waves of pleasure shook your whole body, blurring your vision of the fluorescent lights of the bathroom into seemingly distant stars. It was like your head went to a whole different planet, and if it wasn't for Inumaki supporting you, you were sure you would've collapsed onto the floor.
There was no way for Inumaki to last any longer with how your walls were simultaneously milking and soaking his dick. He moaned brokenly, allowing himself one final thrust before he released deep inside you.
The feeling of his cum brought your head back to Earth. You whimpered in pure delight, feeling how he was throbbing inside you, your combined pleasures finally accumulating and mixing together in the liquid that dribbled out of you and down your legs. This was the hardest you’ve ever come, and you were almost upset about never knowing this kind of pleasure before Inumaki.
Inumaki was over the moon, unknowingly sharing your same sentiment. It was better than he could have ever expected it to be; after this, there really was no going back to the friend zone for him. He always knew he loved you, this was simply the final seal.
However, the bliss and calm of his orgasm were slowly subsiding. Undesirable thoughts found their home in his brain, thoughts like the many times Megumi had the luxury to fill you with his seed and not think twice about whether there would even be a next time. He didn’t know exactly how things would unfold after this because the harsh truth came back to slap him in the face. He wasn’t your boyfriend. Megumi still was, regardless of your reason for sleeping with Inumaki.
You still weren’t Inumaki’s to claim. Truth be told, he was nervous for you to speak at the moment now that everything was said and done, now that the sudden rush of emotion was settling from its incredible height.
He wanted to put it off for as long as possible.
Inumaki placed a gentle kiss on your neck before pulling out of you, a shuttered breath falling from your mouth at the sudden loss of his warmth. He stayed right behind you, allowing you to lean on him for support as he reached over to grab some toilet paper, getting straight to work to catch whatever cum managed to drip down your legs.
To you, the silence spoke for itself, comfortable yet confusing. Your heart swelled at the gentleness he was cleaning your body. Megumi did the same for you, but this was just so different. So much softer, so much more innocent and sweet intention behind it.
You could only watch in adoration as he slid your panties and skirt back up your shaky legs. Only once you were completely covered is when he shifted to putting his own underwear and pants back on.
The moment you heard his zipper, nothing was left to wait for. You had to be the first one to break this silence, you were the one who started this, after all. It was only fair that you were the one to conclude.
“I think…you should leave first-" you took a deep breath to calm your shaky breathing- "then I'll leave right after. It’ll draw less attention.”
You smiled at him weakly as you spoke the next words, “I...I'll find you later."
Inumaki looked into your eyes, and your heart squeezed when you saw a little pain in them. You didn't know exactly why, but you had an idea.
He had so many things he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that he really loved you and wished for nothing more than to be with you, that it wasn't just sex to him. He didn't want this to be a one-time thing, something you forgot once you come face-to-face with your boyfriend again, or God forbid something you came to regret.
That was the scariest thing to Inumaki, yet he couldn't tell you. He couldn't say a single damn word to you without fear of cursing you. This was the most frustrated he ever felt with himself to not be able to talk.
He half-settled on a nod and a gentle kiss on your lips.
You smiled, tears welling in your eyes, and you watched his back as he walked out of the bathroom stall.
You heard the door to the bathroom close a few moments later, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You made a beeline out of the stall and towards the sinks.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror. Tears were running down your face, further ruining your already runny makeup. It was the perfect combination with your disheveled hair and the aftermath of mind-blowing sex currently leaking out of you and ruining your panties.
Your feelings for Inumaki were very real. Must can fuel sex like that, sure. However, lust can’t fuel the gentleness and sweetness he showed you afterward. You trusted Inumaki with everything, heart, mind, and body, for this bit was simply the nail in the coffin of your dead relationship with Megumi. You could no longer keep lying about how you felt for Inumaki. You loved him.
You sighed, asking yourself, 'How am I gonna tell Megumi?'