Love/Hate (Lemon GarouxReader 🍋)

Evening The Score

It's only when you shut your front door that you realise that in the middle of your dramatic exit you left your physics book right there on Garou's desk.
How could you?!
Ah fuck it. You pound your fist into the door as you close it, feeling like banging your head too.
There's no way you're going to go back for it right now. Not after that performance. And you highly doubt he'll be rushing to bring it back to you.
Ok. It's fine. You take a deep breath and exhale. You can just go pick it up tomorrow after school. No problem. Unless he's defaced, or worse, destroyed it...and you wouldn't put it past him. Alright. Stop thinking about him. You've had enough Garou for one day...and yet your pussy thinks otherwise, still waiting. But you're too frustrated to take matters into your own expert little hands right now. It will just have to wait.
You get changed and try to concentrate on your homework. It seems to help and starts to have a sort of calming effect.
A couple of hours later, when you're finally done, you text Tsukiko and check in on her, your mind blissfully free of any Garou-associated thoughts. She reassures you that she's a bit better but still peaky and probably won't be in tomorrow either, just in case.
She's intrigued as to why Yumi had brought her homework over today instead of you and you suddenly remember your afterschool, extracurricular you might say, activities again. The memories hitting you like a train, his towel suddenly on the floor, the rough fresh smell of him...the feel of him in your mouth...oh God, no. No no no no. Let's not go there. (No matter how much your pussy wants to.) You make something up about having to get your brother from school and feel a little bad because you should be able to tell Tsukiko anything but this is just a tad too much right now. You'll tell her...eventually. When the time is right...Whenever that may be...

The next day you're not surprised to find Garou away again but a tiny part of you had dared to hope that maybe he had developed a shred of decency, just a tiny one, and would show up with your book in hand. How foolish. With Tsukiko away and the thought of seeing him again this afternoon makes you frown so deeply all morning that none of your classmates risk approaching you. This day could not possibly get any worse.
But think again!

After morning break, just when you were starting to come around, Mr. Yukimura announces that you'll be working on a group project after next week's New Year's/winter break. You perk up. Group research project? Working with Tsukiko? Yes please!
But your dreams are suddenly dashed when your teacher informs the class that he has chosen the groups and the list goes up on the whiteboard projector.
'Your Name', yes...good. Sho. Excellent. Garou.
You have to be fucking kidding. You really, really do.
He's not even being subtle about it anymore.
Mr. Yukimura halts you after class and tells you to drop by at the end of the day to get Garou's work again. You give him a rueful look.
"Fine," you say, "but this is the last time. My dad got a new job and I have to start picking my little brother up after school."
This is, of course, a lie. Ryo will be picked up by your middle-school cousin, along with his little sister. But it's enough to make Mr. Yukimura hesitate.
"Ok, I get it," he says. "You have family responsibilities. I won't ask again. But just tell him about the group project when you see him."
Oh God, let's not be reminded of that.
You grab today's bunch of papers a bit too harshly and leave.

You don't bother knocking this time. Judging from what you saw yesterday you doubt there's anyone home besides him.
The door opens as easily as it did yesterday. He really has no sense of danger does he?
"Hey, dumbass," you exclaim, your anger just too uncontrollable today, as you step inside. "Got today's work for you and you better not have done anything to my book."
You wait by the door for him to bring it out to you, too stubborn to take another step.
You wait.
And wait some more.
"I know you're there," you say loudly, the light in his room visibly on. "Hurry the fuck up and I can be on my way."
No answer.
You don't want to spend another minute here. Fine. You'll be the bigger person and just do it yourself.
You walk briskly down the hall and march straight into his room.
He's standing in the middle of the room, almost as if waiting for you, grinning slyly.
"Oh, you have pants on," you say, looking him up and down. "Well done. That's progress I guess. A shirt wouldn't kill you either."
He shrugs and before he can say anything-
"Here," you fling the homework at him. He makes no attempt to take it and the papers drift to the floor.
"Give me my book," you hold your hand out restlessly, eager to be gone. All he has to do is turn around, grab it from his desk and give it to you. It's right there. You can see it just behind him.
"You just keep coming back here," he says smugly, ignoring your request. "Just can't keep you away."
He thought you'd be back. There's no way you'd let him get his hands on something as precious as a textbook. But he's going to get his hands on something else today. You really caught him off guard yesterday and that just won't do. He can't let you get away with that. He's got to step up his game now.
He pays no attention to your outstretched hand and circles his hands around your ribs, under your blazer, running them down, past your waist, past your hips and very confidently under your skirt, pulling down these delicate little panties with effortless ease.
"What are you doing?" you glare at him, hand still waiting, but he just gives you the 'look' and gets down.
His warm hands are on your legs. Your thighs feel tantalizingly cold. Let's warm you up then. You feel his tongue run up your thigh, hot against your cool skin as he lifts your already short skirt, going right for the forbidden fruit. Look at it. It's practically beckoning him...
"I said, what are y-" you start to menace, still glaring at him down there, knowing that you're about to become quite wet (and you really don't want him to know or see it!), but then you feel his tongue skim the soft slit of your pussy and you forget what you were going to say as you unconsciously free one of your ankles from your sheer flowery underwear.
He does it again, barely letting you feel it, taunting you.
That shut you up didn't it?
You feel his tongue again as he holds your skirt up, a little firmer now but still only on your slit, making you wait for it.
As if in a trance now, you let your backpack slip mindlessly off your back and land heavily on the floor. Good thing there's nothing fragile in there.
He pauses.What will you do? He looks up at you with those devilish eyes. Are you going to leave? He waits a few moments more.
That's right. He didn't think so. You're not going anywhere.
Now you can have some more.
You feel his lick deeper, more forceful and finally, teasingly, on your clit.
You're undeniably wet now. There's no hiding it.
He can feel it slick on his tongue, taste it, faint and arousing. It's making him hard all over again but he won't, can't, let you know that.
You shouldn't be letting him do this. You really should just take your book and leave...it's right there after all, not three feet away from you but...but...his tongue is so skillful and it feels so, so exquisitely good as he slowly taunts your clit, licking just around it, so close letting you feel a good full slippery lick every once in a while, making it hard for you to break away as you wait again and again for that brief, warm contact that makes you almost squirm.
Why the hell is he holding your skirt still? You hold your own damn skirt. He shoves the hem of it into your empty hands and you clench it tightly as, with his hands now free, he grabs your ass and presses you closer to him making you moan as you feel his tongue ever closer, warmer.
And you just stand there, holding your own skirt up in the middle of his room, too wet for your own good while he has you right where he wants you.
He can feel your thighs, very warm indeed now, almost shaking, your moans getting a little louder with every flick of his tongue. He looks up, never stopping, and sees your cheeks a deep pink, your eyes closed, twisting your skirt in your hands.
He moves his hands to your thighs, finding the tips of his fingers slipping in your wetness. Fuck. It's ridiculously hot how turned on you get. Fuck. He's getting so hard now.
You have to admit, he's pretty talented, not forgetting any part of your delicious little pussy. You're definitely getting the full pleasure here.
When you do manage to open your eyes and glance down at him, he looks to be enjoying himself in making you ever more hot and ever more bothered.
Not that you like to admit it, but you're still turned on from yesterday, and never having satisfied yourself last night, you find this is almost, unbearably, too good. You feel those little contractions of pleasure starting deep down inside, your moans becoming breathless. He can feel your clit, your pussy, pulsing softly, ready and wanting. You look like you're about ready to cum. But maybe he'll make you wait just a little longer. That will teach you.
He moves away from your clit and explores all the other sensitive parts of you, bringing the pretty little flower of your pussy to full bloom and then slowly coming back and suddenly licking hard and fast.
You cry out, caught in sensual surprise, feeling your legs tremble, that deep, erotically throbbing feeling flourishing quick and intense between your legs, moving up and up...You can't possibly hold back your moans as you cum, feeling like if he wasn't there to hold you so tight to him, you wouldn't be able to stand. You almost drop your skirt, but remember to hold on just at the last moment as your pussy aches so, so good, making your thighs tense. He grips you closer to his mouth, never stopping, never leaving your clit as he senses your orgasm under his tongue, licking, sucking until your moans finally quieten down, until your hands relax around the hem of your skirt.
Eventually he lets go of you, standing back up, giving you that cocky, self-satisfied look as you look back up at him, glaring again.
"I really hate you," your eyes are dangerously narrowed, now back to the usual state of things. How does he do it?! How do you fall for his trap every time?!
"Yeah, sure," he sneers. Your mouth says no, but your pussy says yes, oh, Garou yes! You're so easy to read.
"Though judging by your little visit yesterday you-"
"Shut up!" you do your best to keep your cool.
He may not be as talented in languages as you are, but he's still quite the cunning linguist.
You bend down quickly and pull your panties back up. No way you're letting him have two. And besides. You quite like these ones, actually.
You swipe your physics book off his desk.
"Oh, and the captain said to tell you that we're doing group assignments after New Year's break," you say airily.
"So?" he shrugs, frowning.
"Nothing. I'm just delivering the message," you say. "He thinks he's quite clever putting you in a group with Sho and I. But trust me, we'll do much better without you. So don't bother showing up."
You turn to leave.
"And I won't be bringing you any more homework either," you inform him and walk out.
Unfortunately you forget that with Garou, it's all reverse psychology. The more you tell him to get lost, the more he'll hang around. So what you really should've said is "Sho and I couldn't possibly do this without you," and then he would've left you to flounder but now...you just try and stop him from showing up. He's got a bit of spare time at the moment anyway, as it happens, and so he'll put it to good use.
He'll show up.
Just for you.