[COMPLETED] When YN was a teenager, she saved a mother and an infant from a car fire using her cursed technique, which allows her to seize one's body in order to render them immunity for a short period of time. As a result, she absorbs damage to her...
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part 17 — with a whisper
And with that, she is all his again. Moving her neck to the side to grant him more access, her eyes roll shut and she allows herself to enjoy the intense pleasure he is causing her on each end. His finger gently rubs small circles in the most perfect spot and she cannot suppress a moan, hearing it echo throughout the empty apartment.
His lips trail up her neck and jaw until he sloppily finds her lips, devouring her with a kiss so deep that makes her feel like she could climax all over his hand already.
When he pulls his hand away she can't help but automatically whine, and he smirks to himself. She knows that he loves this side to her, this submissive side that he cannot get unless she is in these situations. It annoys her that he has that power over her, but she's too turned on to care.
He hoists her up onto the countertop, the coldness of the marble against her skin making her gasp but he immediately cuts her off with another kiss, lips moving in perfect sync but only for a few seconds before he breaks away again.
Before she can complain, he begins to lower himself, arms holding both thighs and forcing her to lay back against her elbows. He kisses his way down her body, the inner thigh being the most sensitive part and making her squirm. He forces her thighs to stay apart as he continues to attack them, making her unable to hold back another moan.
For a moment, reality sets in and she remembers where exactly she is, but it only turns her on even more than she thought could be possible.
"So sensitive," Gojo comments, noticing the fabric of her underwear becoming even more soaked.
"Just," she looks frustrated, but not her usual type of frustration, "just do something already."
He lets out a short, deep in amusement. "You're always in a rush."
He kisses the wettest part of her underwear and she almost fully sits up at the intense feeling. He presses his lips against her thigh one more time before he stands up straight again.
He reaches for his blindfold, pulling it off his eyes. He then places it over hers, and the first thing she notices is how warm it is from his skin. She also notices how incredible it smells.
"Maybe this will teach you to be more patient."
Her lips part at his words but she doesn't have the chance to speak. Not being able to see him only exaggerates her pleasure. She feels one hand grip her thighs again and the other pulls her underwear down her legs.
And then she feels nothing, and she wonders what is taking him so damn long. All she can see is the darkness of the blindfold.
