NADA - Geto Suguru X OC X Gojo Satoru

Cappuccino 🍋

Last half has some lemon. Thank you all so so much for the overwhelming support. You guys are too kind.

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Yuriko woke up in his bed, but he wasn't there. His sheets smelled like him, mouthwatering. She clutched his sheets to her chest as she sat up, her mind automatically going back to the events of the previous night, dusting her cheeks bright pink. His room was big. Humongous bed, blue linen sheets, big windows, long curtains, his whole room had minimal decor but it was dark and woody.

"Oh, you're up," he leaned against the door frame with nothing but his shorts on, he'd just finished his morning run. His eyes quickly scanned her to see if she was doing okay and all of a sudden, she was as shy and embarrassed as she could get. "I hope you slept well, you were whimpering in your sleep," He walked into his closet before walking back to her with his shirt for her to wear, "thank you." Her voice was so soft he barely heard it.

"Shy now, are we?" He chuckled leaning towards her and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, "how do you look so beautiful right after waking up? I look like a grumpy chimp."

He realised how embarrassed she was and turned around to let her wear his shirt, "I... I should leave." She finally said and he shook his head. "Oh, so that's what this is, huh?" He turned around to face her, "I'm just a good fuck to you?" But she looked so good in his shirt, he wanted to stop teasing her and pull her back into his arms. She shook her head, even more embarrassed now and he chuckled, "I'm joking, there's no way you're getting over this. Ah, you're so cute, Yuri."

"You drink coffee?" He asked and she nodded, "good, let me make you some good cappuccino." He then quickly realised something, "angel, walk up to me, please?"

"What?"

"Come here." He held his arm out for her from a distance. He knew she'd be very sore.

"Okay," she put her legs down before releasing her weight on them and stood up. Everything seemed fine, but just for a nanosecond until she felt the soreness in her legs as they just gave up on her. Satoru instinctively held her hand and pulled her up before scooping her in his arms, "I don't think you should go today. And I have the day off, why don't you stay here until your legs feel better?" He walked back into the bathroom where it all started and placed her on the counter again before handing her a new toothbrush. "I'll be right outside, use anything you like. Call me when you're done."

He knew she was going to be stubborn and try to walk again without calling him. He was sure of it when he heard her soft whimper when she fell again. He sighed as he picked her up before walking out of his room with her in his arms and she almost gasped at how immaculate his place looked. The living room was huge, with a modern fireplace, slick furniture, a few art pieces, gigantic windows and a big staircase. Not to mention the big fucking piano in the middle of it all. "where are we?"

"Oh, this is my apartment," he sat her on the kitchen counter before moving towards the coffee machine next to her. "I'll give you a tour later. But you should consider staying."

"But the mission report." She pouted as she smelled something on the stove. He made breakfast for them.

"Do you want me to tell them you're sick?" He gave her a cup of hot cappuccino. "No, I have to go. But I can make latte art, do you want a cute kitten on your coffee?" She asked and his eyes lit up. "You know how to do those?" He asked and she giggled nodding. "Oh, please." He looked like a 5 year old.

He thought his heart blew up when he saw the cutest little kitten face on his cappuccino, "I can't drink this, it's too nice."

"That's a shame, the coffee is delicious." She was addicted to the coffee he made. "You're fucking delicious," She was taken aback when he kissed her, savouring the coffee foam and sweet cream on her lips. He let out a small moan with how she tasted on his tongue. She pressed her hand against his bare chest, while the other gently raked through his hair, making his fingers grip the edge of the marble as he deepened his kiss. He nudged her legs apart, getting between them to reduce the space, her clothed chest pushed up against his bare one in the most inappropriate way.

"Noo, fuck," he pulled away after what seemed to be a hot make out session. She didn't realise what went wrong until she saw his stiffness through his shorts and laughed at him. "If you weren't sore, I'd take you right here," he groaned in pain and she took a deep breath before getting off the counter and he just watched her, with a confused expression on his face, wondering what she was doing when she was in so much pain-

He thoughts slurred as her fingers hooked the waist of his shorts and pulled them down, her hand holding his thick shaft, her tongue gently caressing his already glossy tip, "holy fuck". He was now certain that she was going to be the death of him. His back hit the kitchen counter as his hands gripped onto the edge of the marble for support but when she sucked the life out of him, he knew there was no going back. His eyes almost rolled back with how good it felt, "baby, stop. You're going to hurt yourself." But he didn't want her to stop. His deep moans filled the luscious kitchen as he felt his energy drain, like she hadn't drained enough of it the previous night. He saw the stars as his tip hit her throat, his fingers stroking her cheek as she gagged on him, "You're doing so well, angel. You look so good like this." A part of him wanted to fist her hair and fuck her throat, and the other part wanted him to let her have her way with him. He succumbed to the latter when he felt the storm brewing in his stomach. "I'm so close, kitten." She wouldn't stop. His eyes peered into her creamy amber ones, loving every second of how devilish she looked with her lips on his glistening member. "Stop, I'm gonna-" he almost gasped for breath, "baby, baby, please." He pleaded for his release and she gladly gave it to him. "OH~" he spasmed into her throat as he saw black. He took a deep breath when he realised how he'd forgotten to breathe.

He panted against the counter as she meekly licked her lips and scurried away from him before resuming to drink her now almost cold coffee. He laughed at her in disbelief when he realised how shy she was again, "oh, you've got to be kidding me." He put his shorts back on before putting his arms around her, "fuck, that was immaculate," he kissed her neck. "Let's eat."

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"I should get going now." She still had to somehow sneak back into Jujutsu Tech without being seen, head back to her room, change and file her mission report. "Do you mind if I give your shirt back later?"

"You can keep it." He smiled as she grabbed her dress from the previous night along with her heels.

"Thank you for breakfast," She smiled.

"We should do this again," she heard Satoru say.

"Do you... want to?" She was confused since she didn't want to assume anything.

"Did you really think this was a one night stand?" He leaned closer to her face, "I mean, I could be your dirty little secret if you want me to be, but I'd want something more than just that."

"Really?" She asked as he teleported with her to her room and she couldn't be more thankful to him.

"Yuriko, I want to see you again." His face bore a rather serious look, "I make no promises but I'll try to keep it in my pants next time."

"Sure," She laughed, "thank you for helping me sneak back in."

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he planted a kiss on her lips, "I'll see you for lunch?"

"Lunch?"

"You're sore and you can barely walk. It's my fault, let me do this for you."

"Okay, but I'm cooking." She said.

"Nonsense, you'll only help. I'm going grocery shopping today," he said, "and I'm sure there's going to be a can of whipped cream somewhere tempting me to pick it up."