NADA - Geto Suguru X OC X Gojo Satoru

Death 🍋

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Lemon 🍋 in two parts (this chapter and the next) skip if you can't handle extra sour lemons.
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"God, you're soaking." He handed her a towel but almost dropped it as he caught a sight of her damp neck, all the way down to her chest, thinking about how terribly the wet dress was clinging onto her.

"Doesn't concern you", she coldly said.

"I didn't sleep with her", he said. "I haven't in a while."

"I don't care."

"I was there to tell her I couldn't see her again."

"Like I said, I don't care." She pressed the towel to her hair, hoping to get it to stop dripping.

Satoru's lips pursed as he swallowed hard, his eyes scanned her in her dripping clothes; the long, slick dress that stuck to her visage in all the right places.

His lips parted, like he wanted to run his tongue all over her.

"Are you going to catch a cold?" She looked slightly concerned. He was catching something else.

He wanted to taste her. He wanted to savour it. But he didn't know what she tasted like and his mind sent desperate pleas, begging him to find out how she felt on his tongue.

"You need to change." He tried to get his brain to listen to him.

"I should. I'm soaking." She looked at her dripping dress with a small pout on her face. "I might fall sick."

Her heart picked up the pace as he pulled his blindfold off, his eyes waning more and more as he took a good look of every curve on her body.

"Come here, kitten. Let me take it off for you." His tongue slipped but he wasn't even a tad bit sorry.

She looked at him in shock and embarrassment, her legs pressing shut at what he said. It was as if she could hear his desperate pleas trying to escape from the trenches of his deep, hallowing blue eyes.

"What about that girl?" She softly asked.

"What girl, baby?", his brows innocently raised as he ogled her, "I don't want anybody else, I haven't for a while."

She picked up whatever courage she could find in her already badgered system but she was also still slightly angry at him, "Ask me nicely." Her voice sounded like honey dew to him.

"I'll even beg, angel", he pleaded.

She bit her lip and gave him a soft nod. His deep, sinister eyes glowed in the night as a reaction to her answer. He closed in on her, his hands reaching for her face as he finally captured her lips with his own. And his brain melted into his face with how good she tasted. Ever since the first time he kissed her to save her life, he'd craved to feel her lips again. It was everything he expected and more. He pulled back, but only to let his tongue fully process her taste this time. And then he kissed her again, he was impatient and his dominating tongue said it all. "Fuck, you look so beautiful in this dress, sweetheart." He wanted to rip it off.