Inari's POV
His touch was so gentle... almost too gentle.
Yuuji's hands trembled slightly as they traced down my body, On my lips, featherlight and hesitant, his mouth brushing against mine as if testing the waters.
Down my jaw, his lips lingered, pressing open-mouthed kisses that grew bolder, hungrier... but still restrained. Like he was holding himself back.
And then... my neck.
"Yuuji..." My breath hitched, a needy whimper escaping before I could stop it. My body arched into him, his lips were warm, dragging down to the sensitive spot just below my ear.
A shiver shot straight through me, heat pooling between my legs.
But he was still holding back.
I felt it in the way his muscles tensed, his body pressing against me yet refusing to take what we both desperately wanted.
His hands trembled as they slid lower, brushing just above the curve of my ass, but stopping short—hesitant.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please..." My fingers tangled in his hair.. I tugged—just enough to make him gasp softly against my skin. I pressed my body into his, my thighs parting slightly.
"Fuck me already." I murmured softly, tilting my head to capture his lips again.
But this kiss was different.
Deeper. Hotter. Desperate.
I poured everything I felt into it—all the pent-up desire, the ache, the longing that had been simmering just beneath the surface.
A low groan rumbled in Yuuji's chest as he kissed me back, harder now, his control slipping. His hands roamed my body with urgency, sliding down my sides, fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me flush against him.
"Inari..." Yuuji breathed out against my lips, his voice shaking but filled with need.
His lips had me breathless... but then he pulled back.
Yuuji's forehead rested against mine as he took a shaky breath, his chest heaving.
"Fuck..." He murmured, running a hand through his messy pink locks, pushing them away from his eyes.
His face was flushed, his lips swollen from our kiss, and God... he looked absolutely wrecked. My eyes dropped lower—to where his pants tented painfully.
Yuuji grabbed my hand, guiding it down to his clothed shaft , making me feel just how hard he was. His jaw clenched as he groaned softly, his hips instinctively grinding against my palm.
"See what you do to me, Inari...?" His voice was strained, desperate.
My fingers trembled as they brushed against him through the fabric, and the way he reacted—his body tensing, his breath hitching—
But I froze.
What am I supposed to do?
I pulled my hand back, lying back against the mattress, my heart pounding out of control. How much experience do I even have after... that one nightmare?
Yuuji's fingers moved to the hem of his hoodie, and in one smooth motion, he pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side.
His body...
Toned, firm, and so beautifully him. His abs clenched slightly as he stood above me, his chest
rising and falling, ,y eyes traced every line, every curve—
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Jujutsu Kaisen X OC (The Red String of Fate)
Fanfiction✨ The Kamikaze Clan ✨ One of the oldest and most feared Onmyoji bloodline still-standing at the forefront of jujutsu warfare. Unlike the Gojo Clan (who punched their problems away) or the Kamo Clan (obsessed with creepy blood rituals), the Kamikaze...
