Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ (ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ)

Chapter 36

"Damn it, Mahito! Are you naked again?"

Geto's voice was echoing through the room, and Mahito and I rose in the hammock. I held back a laugh when I saw Geto eyeing our clothes on the floor with disapproval, his hands in his hips.

"And (y/n)," Geto glanced toward the hammock for a moment, "how do you expect to come down from there without your clothes?"

My eyes widened a little, but Mahito was still grinning, his eyes glistening with joy. "You could just leave the room if you don't want to see me naked while I gather her clothes," he shouted down to Geto.

The curse user raised an eyebrow and turned a little toward us again. "What if I don't want to do that?"

Mahito got all giddy at the challenge. "Then I guess you will have to see me naked because you will never get to see her."

Without a warning to either me or Geto, Mahito jumped out of the hammock, his feet planting down on the floor. Geto rolled his eyes but didn't look away. Neither did I. But Geto didn't feel the need to look away because he had probably seen this too many times. I couldn't look away.

Mahito didn't even bother to put on his clothes first before bringing mine to me. Only when he made sure that I dressed did he get clothed himself. Maybe he didn't want me to be at a disadvantage. Probably not.

When we were both fully clothed again, Mahito lifted me out of the hammock. I grinned at Geto, pulling my shirt down lower over my ass. He raised an eyebrow at the holes in my pants, then looked back up at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and there was actually concern in his voice.

I nodded. "I am."

The three of us sat down on the sofa again. Mahito, sitting between me and Geto, put one arm around my waist and put his other hand on my knee, caressing it softly. They asked me to tell them what happened, so I did.

"What did you tell him?" Geto asked.

I threw him an offended look. "I would never tell anyone anything."

He looked at Mahito, then back at me. "Well, at least now we know for certain that we can trust you."

I narrowed my eyes but didn't reply. Could he have something to do with this? Surely not. Right? Geto would never do that. He knew that if Mahito would find out... But Geto was smart. He could make sure that Mahito would never find out. Like giving the kidnapper information anonymously. Geto knew that I was taking the same route every time I went to the store, so he could have given him that information. And maybe that was how he knew Mahito's name. But... No. I couldn't dwell on this now. I couldn't make myself believe that Geto was behind this. Because I had to trust him. I owed him at least that.

In the days to come, Mahito and Geto met up more and more. I didn't ask, but Mahito always told me what they had been talking about. I kept it to myself, of course, not even telling Geto that I knew even though I didn't know if he knew that Mahito was telling me this.

Whenever I was bored, Mahito would jump at the opportunity to play games with me or fuck me. I didn't go to the store as often anymore, but if I did, a cursed spirit always came with me, so humans couldn't see that I wasn't alone. But still, Mahito was still very tense when I left, and it seemed to me as if he only took a breath when I came back to him. I always came back to him.

It seemed to me as if this had always been my life. After weeks underground, hiding away from jujutsu sorcerers, this was my life and my family. My entire life, I had wished to go away, but now, I didn't want to be anywhere else anymore. I didn't want to go to Korea or the U.S. anymore. I didn't want to run away. Because this was home. I was with the man I loved, and I would never leave him.

At night, Mahito's arms were wrapped so tightly around me as if he hadn't yet realized that I wasn't going anywhere. I kissed him in the darkness and ran my hands over his body to feel every crease, every inch, every stitch. I wanted to be close to him, closer than possible. If it were possible, I wanted him to consume me like Geto consumed curses. I wanted to be a part of him. I was so in love with him that I would let him eat me alive just so I could be with him forever.

When we fucked, Mahito was gentle, he was soft, and he was so unmatched by anything I had ever had. He was deep. Everything about him seemed to go so deep inside of me, and I don't just mean his dick. I mean his fingertips, digging themselves into my skin as he held me, his tongue exploring my mouth and wanting to go deeper than my throat, his eyes staring into mine as if he was trying to decipher their secrets, and I mean his entire being, going so deep into my heart that if you were to remove him from it, it would shatter into uncountable pieces.

And he was mine. Mine alone. I would never share him with anyone. Ever.

He didn't need me to protect him, and the more he trained me, the less I needed him to protect me. But he wouldn't hear it. And I wouldn't argue. He was that man I had dreamed about. The man who I knew could potentially protect me, but I also had to earn it to be protected. And the man who would only protect ME. He was my dream. He was everything I had ever wanted, only better.

Sometimes, I would just sit and watch him and wonder how I had ever gotten so lucky to have him. I wondered how I had ever gotten so lucky that he wanted to have me, too. He had chosen me. That dangerous, fascinating, utterly stunning curse wanted me. And he wasn't even too unsure to say it anymore. Oh, no, he said it. He said he wanted me, he said he needed me, and he said he trusted me. As soon as he had said it once, it was like a dam had been broken, and it wasn't hard for him to say that anymore. He seemed to have realized that he could, indeed, feel human emotions other than pleasure and anger.

Mahito was moving on top of me, his cock slamming into the deepest part of myself, and his hand was in my hair. Our lips were so close that when he breathed out, I could feel his breath. Droplets of sweat were rolling down my forehead, and I cried out his name.

"I need you," he whispered against my lips, his thrusts long and slow and deep and good. "I can't live without you."

I moaned and tilted my head back, my eyes rolling into my head. I couldn't reply, even if I had known what to say. Which I didn't. I was speechless. And not only that, I was fucked out of my mind. He had been pounding into me in that same maddening rhythm for ten minutes already, I had cum four times, and neither of us were planning on stopping. I couldn't say anything apart from "ah" and "oh my god" and "oh, Mahito."

But he said, "You feel so good" and "I need you" and "You're such a good girl." And he was driving me insane.

"I'm yours," I said after taking a deep breath. "And you're mine."

His face split into a grin. "I'm yours."

And we came again.