bruha natsume

Nanami isn’t really sure why you invited him over to your dormitory in the first place. Sure, it was technically normal for the two of you to study together, but you always choose a safe space to do so, shooting him an email with a time and location, notebooks and backpacks wildly spread in the quiet of the campy library or the freshly mowed grass at the park.

So when you kindly asked him to just swing by your dorm since it would be so much easier on your way too busy schedule for a student, he accepted—although he was royally confused.

It was a nice day out, the sun finally deciding to show its self from the murky clouds from the winter season that just seemed to drag on, he wondered why you wouldn’t want to be out there. T-shirts, light jackets, and ruffled skirts, it was the perfect day to sit and bake in the sunshine, the kind of weather nobody would want to be locked away from.

At least it was cozy in your living space, a little glitzy and feminine for his minimalistic taste, it still had an effect on the man, making him feel overtly giddy about the fact he was in your room, alone.

The breeze aimlessly trickling in through the cracked gap of your window did little to subdue the racing thoughts of his mind though, not when your sat so close to him, shampoo smelling like the ripest picked strawberry, and god did Nanami suddenly adore strawberries.

The pink leather of your chair suddenly moves closer to him, the wheels easily sliding on the carpet. Your bare shoulder firmly presses itself against his covered one, his eyes instantly realizing how soft your skin looks up close. “My personal life? That’s so sweet of you,” you muse, raising your hand up to pluck a picture off the cork grain.

But surely you’re sweeter, glittery lipgloss reflecting off the bright beams of the sunlight, a multicolored array of specks he so desperately wants to kiss away from your plump lips.

You continue, eyes widely scanning your own pictures as if the memories are all coming back to you at once. “This one here is me and my best friend. Senior prom I think? I don’t know, ‘s been a while since I looked like that.” You think outloud, casually filling the silence with your childhood memories.

Reaching over him now, your chest presses inches away from his face, your low-cut tank top giving him the perfect view of your neon pink push-up bra as you continue. “And this one over here is from last summer… and as you can tell.” You laugh, pointing to the look of contentment on your face. “I really needed a vacation.”

But to Nanami, you look as you always do…perfect.

You're lying on a polka-dot towel, your palms laying flat on each side of your bottom as you smile brightly for the camera, cheeks glistening in the bright sunlight reflecting off the ocean.

He desperately tries to not stare at your skin tight bikini, the tiny pink floss just barely holding your breasts to your chest the sides of your tits pouring out of the flimsy material. The bottom half of your frame is far worse on him, the beaded strings of your swim bottoms tied together so snug that the fat of your hips dimples around the fabric, your hips so soft and appearing like the perfect size to sneak his perverted head between.

If only he could see you like that, toxic green envy showing its evil head on his face, wondering who exactly takes up your time and space when the two of your aren’t in school.

“Do you not have any with your boyfriend?” He asks, and by the look on his suddenly stark white face you’re absolutely sure he didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Boyfriend?” You question, chest rapidly shaking at the laughter swirling in your belly. “If I had one of those he’d be up here.”

Pointing to the blank corner of your wall, Nanami catches him self sighing a sound he didn’t realize he was holding back, his shoulders suddenly relaxing into the chair with a ‘huff’ of air exhaling from the ratty leather.

“Oh I just thought that—”

“—do you have a girlfriend?” You cut him off, your own line of questioning just as blunt, body flopping back down on your chair to do a spin. “I mean. If you had a girlfriend…wouldn’t you take lots of pictures with her?”

It’s your turn to pry into his personal business, Nanami being the kind of man to never let you in too deep on his life outside of school, sometimes mistaking his reluctance for indifference.

“N-No, I’ve never had a girlfriend, too busy with my studies.”

“No way!” The spin of your chair slows with your face inches away from his, your palms now flat on your lap, breathing heavily. “Have you ever even kissed someone before?”

His usual flat expression falters, eyes widening with shock at the fact you out of all people in the world would even ask him that. The gears begin to shift in his head, treading lightly at the possibility of messing up his answer, mouth opening and closing.

Nanami’s eyes follow your pupils, soft eyes flicking down to his lips, then back to his eyes as you whisper, cheap lip gloss scented breath hitting his face.

“Do y’wanna try?”

Now you’ve done it. The man who can’t shut up when it comes to teaching you the basics of homeostasis now suddenly can’t get a single word out of his slacked mouth, his tongue just as dry as his mind, brain drying up like the cracked sediment in the desert.

He must be dreaming, his clammy fingers suddenly biting down so roughly against the soft muscle of his bicep he yelps, voice making you look back at him with a sinful smirk. You raise your eyebrows once; twice before you're standing up from your seat, knees bumping his own.

“You coming or what Kento?” You question, making your way to the fluffy mattress, your neatly made sheets practically aching to be messed up by the two of you.

Clumbisy, Nanami trails over to you like a lost puppy, taking extra precaution to avoid that stupid wooden pencil he dropped, but somehow failing to miss the white bedframe, hitting his toe on the edge.

Huffing, he falls to the corner of your bed, sheets puffing up around his lanky legs. He’s trying his hardest to focus on the throbbing through his sock and not the one currently heavily thumping in his chest.

“C’mere.” You whisper as if he’d subconsciously lean into the quiet sounds of your voice.

He takes a better look at you now, your face so close yet so away from his own, but your eyes are caught somewhere else, watching your fingers picking at your manicured finger nails.

Were you nervous? To kiss… him? It would not make any sense, the always bubbly, feverishly chatty girl all the guys pine after would feel like this alone with him, you must have to feel bad for him.

He angles his right leg up on the mattress, tucking it beneath him. “I’ve never… I-I don’t know what to do.” Nanami admits with direct honesty because truthfully, if he ended up going this far with you, sitting on the same mattress you sleep on, it would be more than enough for him.

“I’ll go real slow okay? Just follow my lead.” You utter, leaning back on your arms just like that damned picture of you on that sandy beach, your tits directly in his view. “a-and if you wanna stop, please don’t be afraid to tell me.”

Oh but he wouldn’t. “Okay.” He says instead, lungs already breathless staring at your plump lips.

“If you wanna kiss me, you need to get closer.” You say it like you’re attempting to antagonize him, but you’re unable to hide the sugary sweet sounds that coat your vocal cords.

Nanami can’t move himself if he tried, body stone-like tucked away in the safety of the corner of your bed. “Is this close enough? I’d prefer not crowding your personal space.”

But you only laugh, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling his face to your own. “And I’d prefer if you’d shut up and kiss me already.”

Before he knows it, your soft lips are on his own, your nose brushing his. At first it’s cautious, your lips so gently rested against his own as if you’re scared he’s going to retreat back into his shell and push you away, but he doesn’t.

Nanami is in heaven, your soft mouth feeling just like it does in his late night wet dreams, your hands gently tugging his shirt not because you have to, but because you truly want it—want him. It makes his belly swirl ‘round and ‘round, his butterflies deep in his core aimlessly floating in a sweet galaxy of you.

He tastes like the sugary caramels he’s always sucking on, lips wet and sticky from how often he licks and bites them each time he’s hard at thinking—which is quite often, the sweet taste making you moan.

Nanami finally kisses you back, lips slightly pursed just enough to feel your top and bottom lip sink against his, his nose smelling the artificial flavoring of your lipgloss.

But he couldn’t care less about the tacky scent, your sticky lips masking all the noises outside your window. While everyone is out enjoying the sun and the birds are chirping aimlessly on the budding branches, Nanami feels like he’s finally feeling exactly what he’s been missing out on all this time, secretly feeling incredibly lucky his first time kissing a girl is with you.

“Hold on!” Your voice shatters the clam Nanami has created in his head, your hands practically peeling him off of you.

Suddenly his rapidly beating heart falls into his stomach and into the bubbling pit of nervousness, muscle swallowed by the sour acid. It was barely a kiss, technically some would call it a peck but he wasn’t counting how long your lips actually remained against his own. You make him feel so flustered he could scream.

“D-Did I do something wrong?” He asks gently, cheeks flushed a the prettiest hue of pink you’ve ever seen, wondering where you can find a bedspread that same shade of rose.

Laughing, you cup his jaw, feeling the heat radiating off his face. “No, you’re perfect. Just wanna take these off, keep getting in the way of your pretty face.” Your hands gently pull his glasses off his nose, metal screeching as you fold them and place them on your nightstand.

The noise that falls from his swollen lips is almost embarrassing, an animalistic growl no one would ever expect to roar from the lips of Kento Nanami echoing off a girls dorm walls.

But you only smile, catching the glint of shimmer hanging from the corner of his pouting lips. “Oh! Made a mess.” Giggling, you place the pad of your lotioned thumb to his bottom lip, feeling the warmth pulse beneath your fingerprints.

“No! I mean, that’s okay.” He shakes his head, golden locs falling to his eyes. Nanami’s eyes go wide at you beginning to swipe your finger over his lip, “Wait! Don’t wipe it off just yet.” He shrieks, jerking his head back and away from your finger, feeling the suction dissipate from the grip on his lip.

If he looks how he feels, Nanami is sure he’s as red as a cherry tomato hanging from a vine, his voice stuttering uncontrollably as he leans up to you again, this time sitting slightly closer. “Sorry I—can we do that again?”

“Yeah Nanamin? You want that?”

Nanamin. The childish nickname always used by his friends coming from your lips suddenly makes his cock jump in his pants, a whine rumbling from his chest.

“Please.”

He can’t help but beg, eyes glittering, bottom lip dipping into the most cutest pout. Surely if anyone saw him like this they’d tease him, but you look at him like he holds all the questions to your prayers.

You give him a nod, but this time you don’t move—instead sitting there waiting for him to take initiative, and when he finally realizes why you're leaning back, he surges forward, pressing his lips back into yours.

It’s silly, having such a stoically silent Nanami easily turning into a man of undying hunger, his mouth practically eating your own, loud smacks of spittle and lipgloss gushing around your eardrums with a ‘pop!’

Your nails trail up and down his red neck, fingertips hitching justtt below that sweet spot on his strong jawline. Pressing down, your nails dig into the flesh, the shocking stimulation causing Nanami to shriek.

“You—Ahh!”

With his mouth flying open, it gives you the perfect opening to shove your tongue past his swollen lips, gently swirling your pink muscle around his own; licking each ridge of his bumpy tongue.

You're unsure if you’re mewling or he is, little breathless sounds slowly falling from your mouth to his and vice versa.

He softly explores your tongue, wildly swiping and swirling his digit against your own, moaning every time your muscle pins down his movements, your greedy mouth forcing him into submission.

“Tastes so sweet Nanamin.” You mumble through pecks, staring at the wild locks of golden blonde hair sticking to his forehead. “Wanna just kiss you forever.”

Your hands tug at his shirt, easily pulling him down on top of you. His uncoordinated limbs fall so ridgid he knocks you fully back to the mattress, your legs opening wide enough to let him shift in front of you.

“Oh my god.” He gasps, eyes flying open to the new found position of him on top of you.

If he thought you were pretty before, what he sees in front of him just about makes him pass out.

The strap of your tanktop has fallen off your shoulder, your lips darkly shaded with lust, bottom lip fat ‘n throbbing. The eyes he constantly catches himself getting lost in appear completely different, pretty hues blown out and replaced with pitch hungry black pupils. Your chest pants hard, body warm and heaving from the continuous loss of breath to your lungs, and you look fucking perfect.

He’s mirroring you surely, from the tip of his ears to the belt loops of his pants, everything feels hot and tight, his blood flowing in places he believes it shouldn’t.

Not infront of you. Not yet at least.

“Why’d you stop?” Your raspy voice questions him, right hand finding his warm cheek, the other raking up the backside of his shirt, nails digging into his pale skin.

Groaning, Nanami nods eagerly, knocking his mouth back onto yours.

This time he’s far more confident, his head surging so fast his teeth clink against your own with a clack, your lips twisting into a sweet grin. You kiss him back, mouth moving just as feverishly as his, feeling his wet lips perfectly mold to your own.

It must be way warmer inside of your bedroom than outside by now, the walls thick with lust and mutual pinning the two of you can’t seem to hide any longer, the walls absorbing every sinful sound you make.

Your head falls deeper into the mattress, and Nanami can only follow, his body acting as if another second away from your own would practically kill him, he presses even deeper into you, laying his full body weight on top of you.

“—Kento!”

He’s shaking so hard he doesn't realize he's leaning his body weight particularly into his knee, the one currently placed between your thighs.

During the feverish moments of your bodies, your skirt has bunched up so far off your legs it sits at the base of your hips, pink panties soaked and wide open for Nanami’s greedy knee to press in to.

You clit catches on the tight scratchy material of his slacks, panties hitching tightly up your pussy lips, your gooey cunt endlessly pouring out sap which gives his kneecap a nice wet ‘smooch’ of your delicious slick, the smell of your sweet cunt making him dizzy.

Stuttering, Nanami feels himself growing unsteady, shaky yet reluctant as he begins to peel himself off your body. “I-I’m so sorry—“

“—Don’t be!” You defend, spreading your hips wider for him to get a better look at your sticky panties.

He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he does just that, he leans in closer, gawking at the pretty damp patch he created. His vision is blurry without his round glasses, forcing his face down justtt below your heaving belly, staring at your panties pushed up past your chubby lips, sticky essence coating your thighs.

Your voice rings in his ears, hips bucking towards his face. “Do the thing with your leg again, Please? ha—you’re a quick learner aren’t you Nanamin?”

The man is handsome in a very unfair way. And by now he is also entirely aware that you have abandoned whatever you were once doing in favour of watching him like some rare specimen.

"Something on my face?" His voice shoots out without warning, making you blink in surprise. Wriothesley hasn't even looked up from the file and yet here you are, growing flustered at the mere sound of his voice.

After a momentary struggle, you manage to give him a cute little "…No," as your lips purse slightly. The act of nonchalance stirs an amused hum from your distraction personified.

"Mhm?" Wriothesley's mouth twitches faintly as he finally lowers the papers to glance over at you with that easy, playful curiosity he tends to reserve just for you. "You've been staring at me for a while," he comments lightly. "Should I be concerned?"

You shuffle a little closer instead of answering. Which rewards you with intrigue written all across the Duke's face as he raises a brow at you. Wriothesley does not expect the sudden attack when you lean in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. So, a brief pause follows, then a little sound akin to a chuckle rings out once his brain catches up with what just happened.

"…Ah."

Though before he can say anything else, you kiss his other cheek. Next up is the edge of his jaw, then his temple, followed by his forehead.

Wriothesley basically stops moving in acceptance of becoming your canvas of adoration. With a soft exhale through his nose, he discards all files onto the table in front of the couch to settle back and give you further access.

"You seem rather busy suddenly," he remarks just as another kiss lands on the bridge of his nose. "Extremely," you murmur against his skin while brushing your lips along the apple of his cheek.

He can't contain the chuckle; it's such a warm and adorable sound to rumble through his chest that it leads you to continue this ridiculous little campaign of love.

"You were bored, weren't you," he murmurs now that his hands play with your hair, the fabric of your clothes, your jewellery—really anything he can reach.

"…Maybe." Followed up by more kisses down his cheek and jaw. Your hands move to cup his face then as you tilt his head just enough to watch the soft lights of the room dance across his handsome features.

He looks near boyish with that unguarded amusement swirling in his eyes. Though the cherry on top is that adorable little grin he sometimes wears whenever your antics make his heart flutter almost too much for the composed Duke to comprehend.

"I see," he concedes while his hands smooth along your sides. "This is your solution to boredom."

Another kiss right at the corner of Wriothesley's mouth and a sweet "Yes," filled with conviction is enough for him to sigh in (happy) surrender.

For a moment, warm eyes watch your little display of affection with a fondness he won't even bother trying to hide anymore. Then his hand slides up and gently catches your wrist to pull you more firmly on top of his very warm body.

"Well, if that's the case…" the pause is for nothing other than dramatics judging by the glint of joy in his eyes, "it would be rude not to participate."

Before you may react, Wriothesley leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. He chuckles at the look of pleased surprise spreading across your face. "Oh? Was that not part of the plan?"

Though you recover quickly enough as an adorably big grin stretches across your lips. "No, it absolutely was," a whisper before pressing another kiss to his forehead, his cheek, and just below his ear as well.

Wriothesley laughs outright this time as a large hand settles warmly at your back while he allows the affectionate chaos to continue. "You're relentless." Though his voice sounds far too pleased to count as a complaint.

"I'm simply helping you get used to affection." And you just cuddle in closer, even going as far as to nuzzle your nose against his cheek. How a man of his stature can induce cuteness aggression should be studied.

"That so?" Wriothesley murmurs, but the mock seriousness he attempts to don is wrecked immediately by another chuckle now that you are truly smothering him. "…In that case, I believe I'm starting to understand the rules."

Before you can ask what he means, his hand slips behind your back and pulls you properly into his lap. The movement is unfairly smooth and practised—in a way that reminds you he is, in fact, much stronger than he usually bothers to show.

"Oh—" You don't get much further than that before suddenly it's your turn. A kiss lands on your cheek, then one to your other cheek, and another few all along your jawline.

"Well, you started this," Wriothesley points out lightly between all of them with a voice that is as warm and sweet as honey.

Your temple turns into his next victim, followed by your forehead where he plants a particularly long smooch before peppering one or two kisses against the tip of your nose.

Your attempts at protest have died along the way since it does, indeed, feel pretty nice to be on the receiving end of these little gestures. Along the way, a pair of strong arms have wrapped themselves securely around you to hold you in place for the very serious lesson you started to continue.

"I think," Wriothesley almost sounds thoughtful as he presses one final kiss just beneath your eye, "I'm getting the hang of this…"

You're still smiling when his hand gently cups your cheek, still dazed and very love-drunk thanks to everything Wriothesley does for you. The sight you offer softens the playful glint in his eyes with a flutter of his lashes… suddenly there is only enough room for blatant adoration and too much love as his thumb brushes lightly against your skin.

"Though there may be one important step left," he merely mumbles as his attention already drops to those very, very tempting lips you currently press together a little too tight.

His thumb moves along the apple of your cheek while Wriothesley leans up enough for your jaw to slacken, for your lips to part and your breaths to meet.

The lingering aroma of tea and milk and sugar leads the sensation. It's a slow kiss, one that deepens until it feels impossible to pull away. The kind that steals the air straight from your lungs and leaves nothing but warmth and fuzzy feelings to spread through your body.

"i know its not much, but this house was closest to the school." he chuckled as he led you over to where sigewinne was waiting. "tell me if you need anything."

wow he sounds even better upclose. his smile is pretty too, the apron he wore as he baked sigewinne-shaped cookies was pretty cute as well.

but as much as it all seemed very adorable, and fluffy. wriothesley couldn't lie what he'd been feeling the last few months in knowing you, and knowing how much sigewinne looks up to you, even overhearing the way she accidently calls you mom/dad, meaning that even if he proposed right here and now; his daughter would gladly accept. his last partners she never approved of- but with you, it's almost like she was actively trying to get you together.

before he walks into the room to ask if you and sigewinne are hungry; he hears her ask a little question. "miss/mister (name)! do you like my daddy?" sigewinne tugs at the hem of your sleeve. "ah- w- what do you mean?" "you like daddy, right? because you always smile when you go to escort me back to him, i don't see you do that to like.. aika's dad! or amira's mom! so you like daddy!"

unbeknownst to you; the strong, and big reputation fighter wriothesley blushed behind the closed door, hearing every little aspect of the conversation. putting the desserts back before putting his ear against the door again. "your daddy is nice, but i can't have relationships with my student's parents. it's unprofessional." "so you would date daddy if you didn't work here? oh but i'm gonna miss you in class if you leave!"

you found it adorable how she thought you'd leave your job for wriothesley, but you definitely couldn't afford doing so; not at the expense of your own living space being taken from you again.

"i just.. i guess you're a little right, 'winne. but i can't do that right now." "daddy makes enough money! this is only one of his houses!" "alright alright that's enough, let's get back to studying."

something so innocent, yet so captivating about the way you talked about him, you simply agreed about smiling the more you saw him. he felt mutual about it. ah- damn he shouldn't think the way he does about you, catching himself palming his urgent erection through the fabric of his boxers at night to the thought of your entrance sinking onto his length so politely- he's getting ahead of himself now.

but fuck it'd definitely be hot, to feel you on him, or watch how he'd be the one to arch your back as you creamed onto his cock. oh fuck, guess the pastries will wait. off to the bathroom he goes.

oh but the thought of you just bending over for him, telling him it's all his, he definitely could bust right here and now. stroking his girth, imagining how it'd be so slippery, so vulnerable just taking it like anyone would.

shit he already felt it coming- his dick definitely felt a lot more sensitive than last time he thought of jerking off to you; and damn did it feel good as hell. damn, was that already his cum on his own stomach.. he came at the thought of you again. third time this week. huh.

he came out, pulling his pants a bit, looking a little disshelved, more than earlier at least as you saw him walk by. "hey, i put her to sleep for now." you wave to him as you round the corner from her room. "mmm? that's good." he took a seat beside you, "oh uh, and i have a little favor to ask, you mind i stay for now? the rain doesn't seem like it'll let up anytime soon."

"yeah, sure, make yourself at home, baby." he hadn't realized the slip of tongue of calling you the nickname, barely noticing the clear flustered state he had put you in. "huh, what's with the face?"

you looked away, admitting it was nothing, 'till he ringed a strong arm around your shoulders, using his finger to make you look into his eyes, turning your head back to his. "then you'd tell me, yeah?"

you couldn't avoid how attractive it was, it was a swift reaction. you could feel something pooling/hardening down in your lower region, "it's really.. u- um nothing. i just.. i.." you held eye contact with him for a bit before you felt a hand grasp your hair from behind your head, pushing your lips into his.

you reciprocated the kiss for a bit, as you pulled away, eyes opened in shocked, as wriothesley looked like it was a normal thing between you two. "has anyone told you how pretty you are?

"..." "does it make you nervous when i stare? sorry, it's a habit when you're that gorgeous." "this.. is.. this is unprofessional! i- i'm sorry i-" you try to explain before he pulls you closer with his arm, "sigewinne sees you as a parent figure, it's fine."

"c'mere, pretty, she won't know we did this, and no one else will, not unprofessional if no one else will know. i know you want me too." he stroked your cheek, a smirk appeared on his face, while he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "come on, break the rules just once, i'll show you a good time."

...

he had you pinned onto his mattress upstairs, clothes stripped and onto the floor, now he could finally observe all and every inch he's been longing to see of you. trailing his palms all over your body, exploring it as much as he could. "just.. tell me to stop if i need to, 'kay?"

he already pried your legs open with just his words, one of his snake up to the other, holding it with a gentle, and soft touch, making sure you knew he cared about the way you felt about what he was doing.

but it was the way it was basically, your pussy was calling to him, the way they tightened around his fingers. "damn- already wet for me, baby?" he teased as he lowered his head to set a kiss on your cheek, watching you whimper, and arch your back from the simple art of getting played with (and it was just his fingers, just imagine his cock!!)

as he unbuckled his belt, shit you couldn't deny the sound of hearing his pants lower and drop the ground turned you on so much- ahh you could already imagine the way it'd feel inside. but you didn't have to imagine because he already lowered his cock to enter inside you, shit you could feel your already split in half from just the tip.

you can feel his girth, every vein, and inch, you could feel everything. "shh baby, i know you can take it." you could feel a reassuring squeeze on your palm. you could feel his forehead in contact with your as he slowly continued to penetrate, so slowly, so sensually. you felt a plethora of emotions, the guilt being quickly washed over with pleasure.

"ah- uhuh? you like that? like the way my cock kisses your stomach, sweetheart?" he teases into the shell of your ear. sending shudders down your spine, kissing your neck briefly. "ahh- mmf! yes, i do.." you whimper out with shame, the way his shaft smacked against your g-spot felt so good.

your legs started to tremble. you could feel his skin slap onto yours, making loud sounds that definitely would wake his neighbors up.

the strength in his palms that kept your thigh up on his shoulder now never faltered. hearing each moan felt like he only wanted to penetrate you even more.

"ah ah ah. careful with your sound so, pretty. you might wake up 'winnie." coy teasing is heard from the low rasp of his voice- damn he knew what he was doing. it was hard as hell to keep it down if his cock made such an adorable bulge in your stomach.

reaching for your swollen clit, rubbing over it with his thumb- oh fuck you could feel your third orgasm coming already. it didn't help how quickly he thrusts inside you, adding onto the euphoria you felt pooling in your stomach. the pressure only got worse the more you could hear his groans.

you started to clench onto the base of his cock, making it even harder for him to penetrate your stomach the way he did previously. "damn baby- relax, tryna keep me in there, or something?" he teased, promptly speeding up his digit over your pussy.

"haahn- gonna.. gonna c-cum wrio- fffuck!" you moaned loudly, squirting succus, as wrio holds your hips close to his own.

"hooollyy shiiit.. came all over me baby." he says breaths between his words.

he slowly pulled out of you, finally leaving your puffy hole alone, keeping one of his hands on your cunt still. "stay still, pretty." he licked a stripe over it, progressively lapping up the mix of cum between you both in your hole.

there was just something about either keeping every last drop in there, or at least letting himself have a taste to indulge in more intimacy as you calm down from your high (or cum on his tongue again, whatever you want.)

wriothesley who carries you bridal style to the bathroom. cleaning you up, and lets you borrow some of his clothes for the mean time before you go back home.

"dad! look! there's a storm outside!" sigewinne points out, her little finger out the window, cheek against the glass.

seems like you won't leave for now, how about you stay for the night?