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an impulsive move after getting her approval, and you've been second guessing it a bit.

and here you are now: standing outside of a dark house in the middle of a culdesac. it's late afternoon, purple and pinks breaking through the clouds as the sun sets for the night.

as you approach the door, you hesitate to knock for a split moment. it was really random of him to ask for a visit, but at the same time you did speak with him a lot at shoko's.

and her approval surely means you're fine, right?

after taking in a deep breath to help ease the nerves, you go for it. small raps against the door with a shaky fist, awkwardly looking around at the windows beside the door to see orange lights dimly brightening the space.

wind chimes echo from across the street, distracting you momentarily as you glance in their direction.

the soft patter of footsteps comes from inside of the house and you face the door, nerves weighing in your chest as he pulls it open and smiles down at you politely.

"hey, come on in."

you freeze under his gaze, flushing at the realization that this is your first time seeing him with his hair down. and wow… he looks so good.

his tattoos are almost amplified with the way his long hair stretches down his shoulders, the silver chain on his neck a pop atop inky artwork.

you have to shake yourself from your thoughts, a simple 'hi' just barely coming out as you force an awkward smile. you really hope he didn't catch your gawking.

he moves out of your way and you immediately see the glowing light all around the house. it's almost overwhelmingly cozy, and there's a distinct scent that pours out as you walk inside.

a mixture of expensive incense and something almost sickly sweet, yet familiar.

you look around, taking in the soft darkness of the house. his living room sits just in front of you, a long couch paired with nice end tables beside it. the tv's on, some music playing quietly.

"i'm honestly surprised you said yes to this." he says from behind you, dipping past you and heading in the direction of another room. he motions for you to follow.

you raise your eyebrows as you head in behind him, the kitchen lit up with the same soft tones.

he's hovering at the counter, a tray sitting there with a bunch of little snacks. 

"wait what, why?" you ask, stepping in next to him.

he shrugs, "i mean, it's not like we've hung out one on one before. wasn't sure if you'd be uncomfortable."

he passes you a small bag and you take it, reading the label before glancing up to him with narrowed eyes. "you sure you wanna give me this? and no, you're actually one of shoko's friends that doesn't seem to be a bad person."

it's a bag of flavored edible gummies, and it happens to somehow be your favorite flavor.

"just take it. shoko said those were your favorite."

you smile and open the package, eating a few and smiling at him. "thanks! i appreciate it."

you both head out to the living room, the bass of the song that's playing thrumming into the floors softly. you can feel the vague haze of the gummy settling in as you sit down on the couch.

at first, you don't feel much while you talk with him. he asks you what music you like, what shows you're into, about your hobbies, and you do the same back.

but after an hour, your body weighs down comfortably. you're sunk into the couch softly, curled on the side of the couch while he sits on the opposite end. the tv has some random show playing, the music still going but still a low volume.

the smell from earlier almost overwhelms you, just subtle hints of a sugary sweetness that enhances the incense scent tenfold.

you find yourself glancing at the strip of lights that traces the ceilings, that soft orange absolutely breathtaking with each passing moment.

at some point, that hazy filtered high turns into something… hotter. your mind wanders to places you're ashamed of, eyes glancing over to where suguru's seated on the couch.

the way his knees are folded open in front of him, the way he's sunk into the couch as well, the edge of his shirt is brushing against his stomach.

heat coils into your lower stomach and in between your thighs desperately, the tv and anything else around you suddenly too quiet as you rub your thighs together mindlessly.

you feel like you've been coated in syrup, a thick and heavy lust overtaking you.

sighing quietly to yourself, you stare at the tv and try to calm yourself down. you think about the scene on the tv, you remind yourself that this is a guy you barely know, but none of it stops the feeling.

you really want to fuck him.

the feeling of a slow sink into the couch coming closer to you has you freeze up, eyes looking to the side as you watch suguru stretch out a bit.

you swallow thickly, paying more attention to the tv than before. the last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable in his own home.

after a few minutes of steady breathing, you've calmed down enough to the point where the show is the perfect cover for the steady throb you feel in your clit. you haven't gotten this horny from an edible in so long.

it's like all of the other highs you've had where you haven't been decided to put all of that energy into right here and right now, almost painfully so.

you feel the warm pressure of his hand brush against your thigh, jumping and looking over at him with wide eyes.

he smiles a bit too bashfully, "my bad, didn't mean to do that."

you nod slowly, eyes pacing around the room. "okay…"

eventually, his leg is pressed against yours. the steady heat coming from his body and seeping through your yoga pants with ease, a feeling that you have to focus hard on just to ignore it.

it's almost impossible, and panic unfurls through you at that.

everything around you feels like it's clouded in a haze, slowed and blurred at the edges until the simple touch of his leg against your thigh is all you focus on.

"you always get like this when you're high?"

your stomach drops, eyes wide as you lock onto his. he's smirking, head tilted innocently like he's just waiting for you to snap. "what do you mean?"

he shrugs, arm brushing against yours and sending tingles down your spine. "oh, just how locked in you seem to be on the tv…"

you can't tell if he's being sarcastic, just nodding slowly.

his leg brushes against yours again and you can't stop the jolt that it sends through your body, the room suddenly feeling so small, as if the orange lights all around you have wrapped around your skin.

your breaths become shallow, uneven, and everything from the flicker of the tv screen down to the music playing is drowned out by your frantic pulse.

you turn fully now, facing him and looking up to meet his heavy lidded gaze. 

it's so easy to see it in yours eyes now, too - pupils blown out, the quick rise and fall of your chest, and the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip. 

you gasp when he moves. his hands grab at the fat of your hips, pulling you close until you're shakily landing on his lap with your thighs pressed into his.

your tits are squeezed together against his chest, overwhelmed with the sudden closeness that you weren't expecting.

"what's got you so nervous?" he asks calmly, as if he didn't just pull you onto him.

you swallow thickly, feeling the hard bulge that presses against your clothed pussy. you try to relax, calm your shaky body down, but the feeling of him pressed into you has you whining out before you can stop it.

every single little movement is amplified against your skin, and when his fingers dig into your hips you can't control the way they slide down and grind on him.

the lights around him refract into blurs as your eyes roll back, a gasp passing your lips as you throw your head back. "oh my god…"

he pulls you suddenly by your waist closer, head picking up to meet his gaze. "this is the kinda high you are?"

you nod, head spinning when you do. your eyes feel like they could close at any moment, heavy but you're too pent up to succumb to any tiredness.

he smirks at the sight of you, leaning in close until his breath ghosts your lips. one of his hands wraps around your throat, clamping down until you're gasping for air.

you can't hold back anymore, you're just too far gone.

you push forward, lips smashing into his in a painfully messy kiss. the sounds fade to nothing around you, just you and him in the moment.

he reacts immediately, tongue sliding against yours in a way that you don't just feel in your mouth, it trickles down your spine and into your clit and sends you twitching against him.

"please…" you whine against his lips, grinding down against his hard cock through his pants.

you feel like you're melting, any hesitation and self respect gone. all you want or need right now is him touching you in some way.

his lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw and neck. you cry out when he bites down on the sensitive skin, fingernails digging into his thick forearms. the noises only get worse as he gets rougher.

"suguru…" you whisper, pulling him back to kiss your lips again.

he grunts into your mouth when you push yourself down harder, his teeth sinking into your lip and biting down. 

your hips roll against him repeatedly, a rushed and clumsy rhythm that has both of you panting into each other's mouths. 

his hands slide to your ass to guide you, and soon enough both of you can feel that you've soaked through the thin fabric of your yoga pants. he pulls back, eyes filled with a darkness that sends heat to your lower tummy.

"fuck, you're soaked."

his hand slides between your bodies, thumb digging into the wet patch and grazing your clit through layers of fabric. it's just enough friction to make your hips stutter, whining out.

he doesn't stop, his thumb circling that soaked spot with a rhythmic, heavy pressure that makes your vision swim. 

you're practically vibrating against him, the orange light of the room blurring into long, glowing streaks every time you try to blink.

"you're so sensitive," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your collarbone as he leans back in to bite at the skin there again. "every little touch has you jumping, hm?"

you can't even reply, a pathetic and broken moan leaving your throat as you try to grind back against his hand.

he slides his hand into the waistband of your pants, a smirk toying at his lips when he cups your dripping pussy. "you're actually dripping. didn't think you'd be so eager."

his fingers just barely slide between your folds, gathering slick and circling your clit. the haze has you cumming in seconds, loud wail passing your lips as you grind against his fingers.

your head's thrown back like before, hips shaking in the air as his fingers work you through it.

his touch is so amplified by the edible that you're already cumming again after the first time, another cry passing your lips as you sputter. "holy shit." is all he says, and you can just barely make out his blurry face through your teary eyes.

your brain's fluttering into nothingness already, hands on his shoulders as you hold yourself up.

"more…" you whimper, "i need more."

everything's too much - the orange of the lights too bright, the music suddenly too loud, and his touch too warm, almost as if he could burn you at any moment. 

your hips stutter with the aftershocks of cumming so hard and fast, thin sheen of sweat gathering on your skin. you feel like you're still brimming with need.

he watches you with that dark, heavy-lidded stare, his fingers still slick and glistening in the dim light as he pulls them back just enough to look at what he did to you.

there's no time to catch your breath as he suddenly flips you over so you're pinned onto the couch under him, eyes widening as he fully envelops you.

there's nothing else for your eyes to focus on anymore, just trailing their way from his face down to each tattoo that's visible on his neck and down his arms as well.

but the music still thrums in your chest, spilling into your lungs with that smell you can't get enough of.

his eyes are on yours, filled with a hunger that you're sure is present in yourself too. he leans down, kissing you hard as his hands grab your wrists and pin your arms above your head.

"i don't think you've had enough yet."

the same hand from earlier drops down, sliding against your clothed body as he pushes your legs open with his own. he pulls back from your lips, chest heaving.

he pushes his fingers into your waistband again, smirking as two fingers push into your pussy and stretch you out. your back arches against the couch, a loud moan tearing through your throat.

he curls his fingers in you and they brush into that spot within you that has your eyes roll into the back of your head, every sensation blurring into an amalgamation of colors and sound.

his fingers are thick and overwhelming, loud squelches echoing in the living room with each drag into your body.

when your eyes open again, he looks like a god. he's practically glowing, his forearm flexing as he finger fucks you. his eyes are so calm that you could mistake it for boredom if he wasn't ruining you.

his thumb brushes against your clit and you shake while another orgasm hits you again, eyes clamping shut while your pussy clamps around his fingers.

"that's it, just like that." he rides you through your high, his fingers only leaving you after your body has stopped spasming periodically.

you try to catch your breath but fail to do so, focusing on how quickly your heart beats. but before that becomes the panic you know it will, he's picking you up as if you weigh nothing.

his hands cup your ass while your legs wrap around him, arms around his neck. "definitely time to use the bed. don't think i can hold back anymore."

each step is like a flash of the moment, your eyes barely open anymore as he carries you out of the living room and towards another door. the sudden quiet is louder than the noises before, that orange glow following.

after crossing the dark hallway, he opens the door to his bedroom and there's more orange - but this time it's from a simple salt lamp that's been placed in the corner on a table.

it's all your eyes can actually grasp, your high making paying attention to anything else feel like an olympic sport.

you gasp when he sits down on the bed, you still on top of him. the heat of his body is overwhelming, pressing into you and only amplifying the hazy state of mind you can't escape.

your hands fumble with the fabric of your shirt, a gentle tug against your skin as you pull it up and throw it off of you. your bra follows next, tits spilling out.

then your hands wander over his body, desperation hitting you while you try to pry his shirt off. he laughs at the sight, reaching and pulling his shirt off for you before he immediately settles his attention on your tits.

his hands knead them, goosebumps forming as you whine out when his fingers graze your hardened nipples.

your hips grind down against him again but he stops you, his hands leaving your tits and settling in a warning grip at your hips. "nuh uh, no more teasing. strip."

he pushes you off of him and your feet hit the cool wooden floors with a thud, your hands shakily pulling the dampened yoga pants and drenched panties down until they've pooled at your ankles.

"fuck, you're so hot. c'mere." you look up to see him naked now too, his cock thick and flushed between his thighs.

your breath picks up as you process his words, a heavy weighted wave of lust crashing down between your thighs. you sit down on his lap, your soaked pussy just resting against the bulge of him.

neither of you move for a few minutes, the pure pleasure of finally shredding layers of clothing enough to have you reeling.

you stare at each other before you can't stop yourself, leaning in and kissing him again. your hips move subconsciously, a delicious roll that has your puffy folds coat his cock in your slick.

he groans into your mouth at that, fingernails digging into your skin so hard it leaves small crescents behind in their wake.

you move over and over again, pussy dripping onto him and creating a wet mess between your bodies that's audible with every move.

his own hips press upwards and you nearly shout when the tip of his cock presses into your pussy. you pull back from the kiss, breath shaking frantically as you start sinking down on his length.

"that's it… nice and slow for me, baby."

every inch of him feels so fucking big it's overwhelming in itself, the friction of how thick he is making your brain melt into nothing. all you can hear is him and all you can feel is him. it feels like he's taken your body and mind as his own.

your hands scramble for purchase on his shoulders, nails dragging over the ink on his skin as you finally bottom out.

​"fuck," he hisses, his head falling back against the headboard. "you're so tight, i can't—"

​he doesn't even finish the sentence before his hands are back on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock.

you give in to the feral urge that pulls in you, immediately finding a brutal pace on him that causes the bed frame to creak loudly and slam into the wall. 

the tip of his repeatedly slams into your g spot, your eyes rolling back as your mouth falls open. your vision's back to fragmented lights that blur into each other.

"fuck," you cry out, "harder. i need more."

"yeah? you want more?" he asks, voice breaking.

you nod frantically, still bouncing on his cock. he stops your movements, forcing you off of him and tossing you around like you weigh nothing. you land on your stomach, a huff of air coming out as you arch your back. 

he climbs onto you, a steady weight as he drags his cock up and down your folds before he's forcing himself in with one strong thrust.

your jaw drops at the new angle, the way his cock is flush against the deepest parts of you. you can barely think, but this almost feels more like a dream than real life.

"please move—" you start, and his hands grip harshly onto your hips while he begins a pace that ruins you completely.

the bed slams into the wall loudly, but your screams are a close contender for what's noisier. your face is buried in his pillows, that familiar smell blending with laundry.

you feel like you've lost your mind, only able to focus on the loud slap of skin on skin and how his cock fills you perfectly.  

you can’t even form words anymore, just broken, high-pitched sounds as your fingers claw at the sheets, trying to find anything to hold onto.

​"you like that, don't you?" he rasps, his voice dropping into that dark, low register that vibrates through your entire spine. "so high you can't even think... just taking me like a good little whore."

​he shifts his grip, one hand reaching around to find your clit again, his thumb rough and insistent as he continues to drive into you from behind. 

the dual sensation is too much. it turns you into a puddle. your pussy is pulsing around him, so tight and sensitive that every thrust feels like it's going to snap you in half.

"yes, yes, yes, yes—" the words start falling out of your mouth in a frantic, mindless loop. you can't stop them. you're nodding your head into the fabric of the pillow, your hips jumping to meet every hit. 

"right there, suguru, please, yes—oh god, don't stop, don't stop."

your vision whites out, eyes rolled back so hard it hurts as you cum on his cock. a strangled high-pitched scream tears through your lungs as your pussy clamps down on him repeatedly.

it hurts, how hard you cum. your whole body seizes up, and you can feel suguru shake then still. hot and thick ropes of cum fill you up, another whine passing your lips while you come down.

your chest moves rapidly to compensate for the irate pace of your heart, body shaking as he weighs down on you.

the high is still there, but it’s shifted now—rounded at the edges, turning into a weighted blanket that’s pinning you to the mattress.

you can’t even move your arms to push yourself up, just laying there face-down in his pillows while the smell of him and the faint orange glow of the salt lamp keep you anchored in the mattress.

you feel the bed shift as he moves, the weight of him lifting off you before he’s pulling the duvet over both of your tangled, sweat-slicked bodies. he tucks it around your shoulders with a gentleness that makes your heart squeeze.

​"you still with me?" his voice is a low, raspy rumble right against your ear, sounding completely wrecked.

​you just hum, a soft and broken sound, shifting your head to the side so you can see him. his hair is a mess, fanning out over the dark pillowcases, and he’s watching you with those heavy-lidded eyes.