Chapter 17

Isamu's head laid on Maki's soft lap as he sucked on a cough drop, still nursing his sore throat. Shoko, god bless her, healed most of the damage he'd suffered during the disaster that was the team battle but there was still some lasting soreness.

They were currently in Maki's dorm, Isamu having gone there the second he was released from Shoko's care. Isamu was dressed in his school uniform minus the jacket which was thrown over a nearby chair, only wearing a plane white shirt. Maki was dressed in her full uniform however.

Maki's fingers ran through his hair as she thought back to the battle. The look he'd given her was something she would have a hard time forgetting anytime soon. The determination in his eyes was something, true. But what she truly honed in on was the desperation.

He was desperate. Desperate to prove himself. Desperate to protect her. Desperate for strength.

Isamu's emotions turned and twisted in his gut as envy and anger and sadness bubbled up. He'd witnessed his end goal that day. Someone so strong they could sweep in and save the day in seconds. Their enemies too scared to do anything but run.

Isamu wanted that strength so he could be the savior. So that his loved one didn't suffer. If he was stronger, much less blood would've been spilled that day. He wanted now, more than ever, to grow stronger. At any cost.

Well, at nearly any cost. The one exception was Maki. He hadn't forgotten his conversation with her before the goodwill event. There was no point to saving and protecting loved ones if you hurt them anyway by being distant and neglectful.

Isamu closed his eyes in comfort as Maki ran her hand across his cheek as her other ran through his hair and massaged his scalp. A large, cozy blanket covering his legs up to his stomach, he pulled the blanket upwards to cover himself more completely. He was very grateful for Maki in that moment so he decided to act on his gratitude.

// light R18 Start //

He reached a hand up towards her face as he opened his eyes. His hand snaked around her head before pulling her down into a passionate kiss. Maki shifted her body, breaking their kiss for a brief but all too long moment before capturing them again.

Maki now laid on top of Isamu, sprawled over him as they felt and kissed each other. Their legs tangled under the blanket as they grabbed frantically at each other. Isamu hadn't expected the simple kiss to turn into a full on make out session but he wasn't complaining.

Isamu's cough drop swapped mouths as Maki helped him finish it off. Once it was gone, Maki's tongue invaded Isamu's mouth, exploring every inch of his moist cave. Eventually, Maki was able to extract a small moan from Isamu, to her unending satisfaction.

It was just one more symptom of Isamu's neglect. He guessed Maki was making up for lost time together. Maki moaned into their kiss as Isamu slipped his hands up her skirt and groped her perfect ass. His fingers then ran down her sensitive but powerful inner thigh, brushing up on her sensitive lower lips for a brief time before his hand snaked back up to her ass.

"We haven't done anything in a while. You've got some making up to do." She rubbed her body against his as she spoke. Isamu blushed at the words, embarrassed by both his past actions and Maki's current behavior.

Maki shifted her head and began kissing his neck, peppering his nape with small marks where her lip stick rubbed off on his skin. Maki grinned as an idea formed in her mind. She hooked a finger into the collar of his plane white shirt which he wore under his school jacket and pulled it down, revealing his collar bone.

She bent down and began sucking on his newly revealed skin, leaving a trail of hickeys up and down his pale skin. She even left a few, difficult to hide, ones on his neck as a small punishment. Isamu's groans of pleasure only fueled Maki's advances as she continued.

Once his neck and collar bone was covered in love marks to Maki's satisfaction, she moved her lips back to Isamu's who happily accepted her. Isamu's hands moved from her ass up her body, feeling every inch of her curvy hips, waist, and especially her tone and muscled stomach.

Eventually, his hands found their way to Maki's chest as he fumbled with the button to her jacket. After getting it undone, making out with Maki all the while, he found the hem of her shirt before slipping his right hand up it. He quickly found her bra covered breast and began fondling it as his left hand went back to squeezing her thighs and ass.

After some time of making out while running their hands and body's all over each other, they were about to take it to the next level. Isamu was about to pull Maki's shirt and jacket off of her while Maki began to undo his pants buckle.

// light R18 end //

Right before they could actually finish their tasks, they heard a knock from Maki's dorm door. Maki shot a glare towards the door as she quickly got up.

They scrambled to make themselves presentable as they parted, quickly fixing their clothes as Isamu tried to cover the newly formed hickeys the best he could. He pulled the blanket around his waist as he sort of hid away on the couch. Maki grinned at his flustered state.

Isamu was cool, calm, and collected on the battlefield and most other times, but he was a shy wreak when it came to bed room activities and public displays of affection. Maki was perfectly comfortable with both and it was entirely because of Isamu's shyness that Maki wasn't all over him at all times.

Maki hoped to ease him into it so that eventually he would be willing to be closer to her in public. Maki wasn't hurt by his discomfort in public, she knew he wasn't embarrassed of her, quite the opposite actually. Maki knew it had something to do with his upbringing in the Inumaki clan estate.

Maki, having straighten her skirt and fixed her bra, walked towards her door as Isamu threw on his jacket to cover Maki's signs of affection better. Her jacket still unbuttoned but her uniform looking completely normal otherwise, Maki swung the door open to find Gojo standing there.

"What do you want?! Do you know what time it is?" Maki asked in irritation. Seriously, it was almost 11pm!

"Well I wanted to talk to Isamu and since he wasn't in his room, I figured I'd try here." He said as he leaned to look through the open portal. Seeing Isamu settled on the couch, Gojo smiled.

"It seems I was right. Say. What are you two doing together, alone, late at night?" He asked with a knowing look. Maki didn't bother to respond and kept her icy expression plastered on her face the entire time.

"Come in then. But make it quick." Maki said as she stepped back, clearing a path into the room. Gojo quickly stepped into the room and walked over to the seated Isamu.

"Maki, can you leave us to talk? I'd prefer if I could talk to him alone." Gojo asked over his shoulder. Isamu looked towards her and Maki could clear see that he'd preferred if he stayed.

"No." Maki said as she walked over to Isamu and plopped down on the couch next to him, making herself comfortable.

"Fine…" Gojo sighed. "Anyway. About tomorrow. As you may know, it's still on. But I plan on doing something different than individual battles that doesn't require combat. A baseball game!" Gojo explained. Maki and Isamu both looked at him oddly before he continued.

"Well, anyway. I stopped by to tell you about it. I'm throwing the ball in your court. I know you want to get stronger and will take any opportunity to be so. So, do you want to play baseball or do you want to continue with the individual battles?" Gojo asked.

Isamu didn't even think on it much before responding. 'Individual battles'.

Gojo didn't stay for much longer before he left, only exchanging a few words that embarrassed Isamu and irritated Maki. She really just wanted the strongest to leave them alone.

Once Gojo had made his exit, Maki locking the door behind him, she turned back around and walked over to Isamu's still seated position.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to let the blind folded dumbass ruin our night." Maki purred as she lifted the blanket and planted her knees on either of Isamu's waist. Isamu looked up at her, regaining some of the lust he felt for her that Gojo had cut short.

// R18 start //

His hands trailed back up Maki's sides as she took off her jacket and threw it across the room without a care. Isamu's wondering hands slipped up her shirt and began running themselves up and down her sides, enjoying the soft feel of her skin.

Maki leaned forward, causing Isamu's hands to slip up towards her breats, before she enraptured him in a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around his head. Isamu's hand massaged her under boob as he allowed Maki's tongue entry.

Maki bit lightly on his bottom lips, Isamu knew she was completely in control of the passionate moment. She was in charge of most of their bed room activities and Isamu didn't mind it in the slightest.

Her hands pulled back from behind his head before placing themselves on either side of his head, framing his face. Maki pulled his head towards her as she deepened their kiss even more. She moaned into his lips, sending pleasant vibrations into them, as she moved her hands towards the hem of her shirt.

She lifted her shirt up, briefly breaking their deep kiss. Maki recaptured his lips before he could even catch his breath as she threw away her shirt, reuniting it with her jacket. Isamu's hands darted towards her breasts, now only separated from Isamu's hands by Maki's bra.

Maki reached her hands towards her back as she began grinding her hips into Isamu's. She made quick work of her bra before throwing it towards the quickly forming pile of clothes. Isamu hands attacked them with fervor.

He groped and fondled Maki's tit flesh as he leaned forward, sitting up slightly from his prone position. Maki wrapped her hands around his head once more before breaking their kiss for the first time in a long time.

Both of their faces were flushed as they were lost in their lust and love for each other. They were both hot and sweaty, the relatively large dorm room having risen a few degrees, the thick blanket wrapped around their legs not helping to cool them down. Maki's hands pushed Isamu head into her breast as Isamu opened his mouth. He nibbled and sucked on Maki's nipples as she moaned in delight.

Maki let go of his head, trusting he was in no rush to separate his lips and tongue from her tits. She felt a bit lonely as the only one unclothed so she pushed Isamu's jacket off. Isamu half heartedly help her as he was too focused pleasing her double d's to try any more.

Maki made quick work of it nonetheless before she moved her hands to his shirt. She really didn't want him to stop worshiping her tits so instead of lifting it off of him, she just ripped his shirt off with the help of her heavenly restriction.

Isamu didn't seem to mind all that much as he took it up a notch. He bit down harder on one of Maki's nipples, causing her to moan even louder as her breath quickened.

"Good boy~." She praised. Maki grabbed at his head again as she pushed him into the couch and lowered herself towards him. She occupied his lips with hers, laying claim to his mouth with her tongue as she began unbuckling his pants.

Her nimble fingers were barely inconvenience by the belt or zipper as she quickly pulled his pants down and tossed them aside, only leaving him in his boxers. Maki grabbed at her skirt before ripping it apart in a similar manner to Isamu's shirt. Her mind was too filled with lust and love to care for the small fee she would have to pay the school to get another.

Now only dressed in her stockings and dripping wet panties, Maki began to run her clothed low lips up and down the imprint of Isamu's cock on his boxers which somehow managed to keep the shaft close to his body.

Both parties moaned in mutual pleasure as both of their sexual organs were stimulated. Their lips met once more as Isamu's hands palmed both of Maki's glorious bare cheeks. Her toned and soft ass felt great in Isamu's hands and he briefly questioned the sanity of his past self. There was no way exorcising a curse in some back ally was better than this.

This was not their first time partaking in each other's bodies. But this was the first time, excluding their first, that Isamu's mind was truly present for. Isamu groaned into Maki's lips as they swapped spit, her hands running up and down his toned and well defined, but not too muscular chest.

Isamu, finally deciding to take charge a bit, grasped Maki's waist and spun around. Now on top, Isamu broke their kiss and began leaving a trail of kisses down Maki's neck as he slowly crawled backwards.

He left a few hickeys of his own on Maki's collar bone as she moaned. He didn't leave any where Maki couldn't easily hide them. He knew he'd be more embarrassed if she walked around with visible hickeys than she would.

He traveled down, leaving a path of saliva between Maki's boobs where he'd kissed her. He then set his lips to Maki's tits, sucking and nibbling on them. He probably spent more time on her tits than was necessary but neither of them complained.

He lifted up her breasts and left a few hickeys that were for his eyes only on her under boob. Continuing his journey downward to the melody of Maki's moans and the slight pain of her hand gripping his hair tightly, Isamu licked and kissed her washboard abs. They were in the running for Isamu's favorite part of Maki's body.

He spent a while kissing each well defined ab before he was forced downward and between her spread legs by Maki's tight grip. Now eye level with his girlfriend's drenched panties, Isamu's boxers grew even tighter. Isamu didn't go for the main prize quite yet however.

Isamu, palming her thighs as he threw her legs over his shoulders, began kissing her sensitive inner thighs as her moans intensified. He slowly but surely got closer and closer to her plump lower lips but stopped just short.

He looked up at Maki's whose face was contorted in pleasure with her eyes shut. His hands wrapped around her powerful thighs and moved up towards her abs. They eventually reached her tits, palming one in each hand.

Maki opened her eyes to look down at him, wondering why he hadn't done anything yet. But just before she began to speak, Isamu bit down on her panties, careful not to bite into her flesh. He leaned his head back as he tore her panties off with his teeth.

Isamu felt Maki's grip tighten as her pussy lips gushed even more. Maki gritted her teeth at the sight, her patience finally wearing thin. Maki wrapped her muscular legs around her lovers head as she pushed his face into her crouch.

Once Isamu's nose and mouth was buried in Maki's snatch, her legs pinned his head in place as she balled his hair up in tight fists. Maki began to grind on his face as his tongue slipped out of his mouth. Isamu began to lap at Maki's wet pussy, licking up her plentiful and delicious juices. His hands fondling and squeezing her breasts all the while.

His tongue slithered its way into Maki's cunt as he licked her inner walls. Isamu was still inexperienced when it came to eating pussy so he was still experimenting. He licked and thrust in a testing manner.

Once Maki's grip on his hair tightened so much he thought she might rip it out from the roots, he figured he'd found her preferred method. He repeated the action as he sped up his movements. Every time Maki moaned louder than usual or her legs squeezed his head tighter, he took note and continued to do the things with his tongue that resulted in such reactions.

Eventually, he combined those actions into one method of pleasing Maki and it seemed to work wonders. Maki thrust her crouch into Isamu's face as her legs tightened around him. Her hands pulled his face against her pussy as she arched her back, desperate to get his magnificent tongue deeper into her folds.

She was finally pushed over the edge when Isamu began pinching and flicking her nipples. Maki let out a loud moan as her lower body shook and quivered as her teeth gritted together. A mind blowing, bone chilling, muscle spasming orgasm rocked through Maki's body as she sprayed an almost absurd amount of her feminine liquid into her boyfriend's mouth.

She continued to grind her lower lips on Isamu's face, not letting him go. Isamu happily drank the pussy juice being sprayed into his mouth as he kept teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue while he lightly pinched and twisted Maki's nipples, serving to extend her orgasm for a bit longer.

Eventually, as Maki's moans began to subside and her pussy juice tapered off, her legs unwound themselves as her grip on Isamu's snow white hair loosened. Isamu gave one last, long lick across Maki's still weakly spasming pussy as he climbed back up towards Maki's face.

"You're doing that a lot more from now on." Maki said, her tone leaving no room for discussion. Isamu didn't complain, despite it being his first time, he rather enjoyed it. He liked seeing Maki so happy.

"Why don't I return the favor?" Maki said suggestively as she sat up and pushed Isamu. Isamu fell back willingly, his back leaning back on the arm of the couch as he sat and shyly admired Maki's approach.

Maki crawled forward like a lioness stalking its prey. She slowly patted forward, exaggerating her movements, causing her uncovered breast to sway from side to side, much to Isamu's delight. He heart shaped as could be seen from the front as it too swayed.

Maki arched her back as she reached Isamu, leaning down before dragging her tongue up Isamu's body. Starting at his waist and traveling upwards until she captured his lips with hers.

They kissed deeply for a moment but Maki didn't intend to stop at a simple, but still lovely, kiss. Maki broke the kiss before sliding down Isamu's body, rubbing her breasts against him all the while.

Once she'd finally reached his crouch, Maki leaned in, pressing her nose into his erect bulged. She pressed her face into it as she inhaled Isamu's sent. It was manly and made her pussy lips gush with joy.

She wasted no time in divesting Isamu of his boxers. She tore them apart with ease before her boyfriend's hard, 8 inch dick sprung up. Maki had seen it before of course but she was always a bit surprised whenever she was reminded how big it really was.

Maki started at his balls as she dragged her tongue up Isamu's cock. Isamu's legs squirmed a bit under Maki but that just fueled her desire. She grabbed his tip in a reverse grip with her left hand, leaning it back towards his body.

Maki licked and kissed the underside of Isamu's cock near his base as she stared up at him, watching his face contort in pleasure as his eyes turned hungry. Maki knew if she didn't speed things up a bit, Isamu would make her so she relented.

Maki let go of his cock, letting it spring back up and smack her in the face lightly. Maki then took the head into her mouth, sucking and licking it. As Maki swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, Isamu's hips started to thrust upwards a bit, want her to go deeper.

Maki complied. Her head slowly started descending the rod as she took inch after inch into her mouth. Eventually, the tip was wrapped in her tight, wet, and hot throat as Maki deep thoated her lovers cock.

Isamu bottomed out in Maki as she pushed her face into his pubes. Her tongue licked and massaged the under side of his dick, flicking out of her mouth to wet his balls every once in a while.

Once Maki started to feel a bit light headed from the lack of oxygen, still being able to keep Isamu sheathed in her throat for a full minute, she began to pull away. Once the tip was back in her mouth, she sucked in air greedily through her nose before going back down.

Maki bobbed and licked and pleased Isamu's cock with as much dedication and passion as Isamu had eaten her out with. Isamu eventually began bucking his hips into her mouth as he got closer and closer to his climax.

Maki temporarily pulled the pilar of meat from her mouth as she moved it out of the way. Her head descended of his balls instead as her right hand quickly jerked his shaft. She licked and swirled Isamu's ball in her mouth, as if encouraging them to produce a large and thick load of hot cum.

Once Isamu's cock began to throb and twitch like never before, Maki deep throated it once more. Isamu cock head slamming into her tight throat was the last straw. Isamu thrust into her mouth as his hands shot into her hair and pushed her head into his crouch.

Isamu came down Maki's throat for a few seconds, producing about a cup of cum, pumping it straight into her stomach. Maki slowly rose before popping his dick out of her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out as she blew bubbles of spit and one of the lewdest acts Isamu had ever seen from Maki.

"That was tasty. I think I'll be doing that a lot more often too." Maki said with a loving smile as she laughed a bit. Isamu joined her as she rubbed away her drool with the back of her hand.

She slithered up his body as his cock was given a brief break to grow hard once more. She planted her knees to either side of his legs as she mounted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared into his beautiful purple eyes as he gazed into her own gold.

Maki's heart continued to thump quickly as she was overwhelmed with love. She could barely contain herself, staring into Isamu's eyes as she was. His hands resting on her hips and her butt brushing against his quickly raising cock.

"I love you." Maki said for the second time in their entire relationship. Isamu, still not used to hearing the words, blushed as Maki leaned in, laying a few kisses on his neck.

"I love you." She repeated as she rubbed her body all over his, grinding her hips into his.

"I love you." She continued as a hand slide down his body to grasp at his now rock hard cock.

"I love you." She whispered into his eyes as she grabbed his shaft and began rubbing it against her pussy lips, just short of inserting it.

"I love you!" Maki shouted, uncaring if anyone heard, even if Maki knew they wouldn't through the rather think walls of jujutsu high. She slammed her hips down onto Isamu's throbbing cock, taking it to the base in one go.

Maki moaned out as her tight walls clamped down on Isamu's fat cock. Maki then raised her self up until only the tip was in, before letting herself fall. Isamu thrust up into her, meeting her every time she slapped her ass against his pelvis.

"I love you!" She moaned and moaned as she continued to declare her love for Isamu. Isamu heart fluttered with joy at the entire scene. At the addicting pleasure sent through his body in waves every time Maki took his cock balls deep.

But more so than even that, it skipped a beat every time Maki confessed her love for him. It was truly addicting, hearing her say those words. He wanted to her it every night, to fall asleep to them, to wake up to them. To receive them before every mission and return to them at the end of the day.

Isamu slipped a hand behind Maki's neck and pulled her in, kissing her passionately as he continued to thrust up into her. His cock head kissed her womb over and over as his balls began to stir.

The dorm was filled with the sound of clapping and the smell of sex. The two lovers grasped frantically at each other, desperate to feel and pleasure each other.

Eventually, their passionate and loving yet intense and almost primal love making came to an end as they both came. White hot cum invaded Maki's womb as her juices soaked Isamu's crouch and the couch beneath them.

They sat there for a long time as they came down from their orgasmic highs. Maki's womb swirled with cum and her tight walls captured Isamu's cock in a vice like grip, unwilling to let it go. Maki was glad it was a safe day.

"I love you." Maki said once more as she kissed him for the hundredth time that night.

// R18 end //

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After taking a long and intimate shower together, Maki and Isamu lay together in bed, completely naked. Isamu was wrapped in Maki's arms as she pulled his head into her breasts. Maki's whispered sweet nothings into her love's ear as he slowly entered a world of dreams.

Once his breath slowed and his face softened, indicating that he'd finally fallen asleep, Maki closed her eyes as well. She tightened her grip on Isamu, hugging him closer to her body, enjoying his warmth.

One of her hands reached down and pulled the blanket up to the point only the top half of Isamu's face was visible. Maki ran a hand through his hair as they snuggled.

She was happy with how the night had gone for a few reasons. The most obvious of reasons was that her pent up needs had been satisfied for the time being. She also felt that she's succeeded in taking his mind off everything.

But most importantly, she knew they were now closer than ever. With her repeated confessions which were honestly long overdue, Maki felt that she'd ingratiated herself with Isamu's even more.

She smiled as she snuggled into his hair as she slowly drifted off.