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the sound of your high-heels click-click-clicking in the empty alleyway was almost unnerving. it broke the silence like bullets cutting through the air. heavy, piercing, reckless. and if you weren’t alone in that dark, forgotten passage, you were sure it would attract unwanted attention. avoiding the torn bags of trash that had fallen from a nearby container, you scrutinized your surroundings, warily eyeing the shadows behind you.

cold wind roared around you, boisterous and unforgiving. you wrapped your coat tighter around your scantily clad body and cursed at your decision of wearing a skirt to work.

a loud crash had you jumping in your place. heartbeat hammering against your ribcage, you stopped in your tracks. you wiped the sweat in your palms on your coat, glanced over your shoulder. the dense darkness didn’t allow you to distinguish any silhouette other than the trash containers and a few piled-up boxes. you could almost feel your heart jumping to your throat, eager to escape, and yet you slowly began turning on your heels.

your trembling breathing turned into cool vapor in front of your eyes. your feet faltered for a brief second, nails digging in your palms, body tensing in alert. a million thoughts crossed your mind. should you run if you encountered danger? should you scream? would anyone even hear you — come to your rescue — that late at night?

against common sense, you shut your eyes tightly before taking the final turn.

it was eerie, how absolute the silence felt. deafening, even. with your breath caught in your throat, everything seemed to come to a halt as you opened your eyes.

a pair of glowing eyes stared back at you from within the darkness, unblinking, menacing. they almost looked like they belonged there, deep in the shadows. the hairs on the back of your neck rose at your inability to distinguish any form attached to such eyes. you stood there, unable to move even a finger, heartbeat now racing painfully, until the sound of shifting caught your ears.

frozen in place, you saw a black cat emerge from the dark. you remained like that, speechless, for another second before letting out an embarrassed chuckle. the animal jumped from its spot on a pile of things and sauntered towards you, purring and meowing. you leaned to scratch its fluffy head and watched with amusement as it padded away once it was satisfied. you continued your walk like nothing happened as your heartbeat calmed down ever so slightly.

the cat’s departure left you a little more at ease, but you still couldn’t shake the restless feeling crawling up your spine. you brushed off the weird sensation and chuckled to yourself, laugh coming out chopped and shrill.

there was nothing to be afraid of. you were sure of it, wanted to be sure.

the more you approached the sidewalk, the more visible your surroundings became, streetlamps casting dull light over them. you were steps away from stepping out of the alley, when a dark figure cut your path. you jumped back, hand flying to your chest, right above your heart, as your pulse wavered and quickened. one of your feet stepped behind you, ready to run if needed.

your eyes widened, taking in the man in front of you. he was tall, taller than any of the men you knew, and stood with his hands in his pockets, slightly leaned backwards in a carefree posture. his towering frame eclipsed the light coming from the street, shadow engulfing your body. the baseball cap he was wearing hid most of his face, but you could still see the malicious grin that stretched his lips as his eyes, you supposed, raked over your frame.

“what a pretty little thing i found,” he spoke, voice charged with something akin to greed. red, hot, vicious greed. the kind that takes, takes and takes without giving back.

your lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came out. standing up straight, too straight for it to be natural, you tried not to show you were intimidated, but your trembling breathing and shaking hands gave you away.

the stranger took a step closer to you.

you tried to walk away.

“wanna play with me, little bunny?” he whispered as he followed, head tilting to the side. a devious glint sparked through his eyes, amusement growing at the look of dread you were trying so hard to conceal.

you took a step back, and another, and another, in vain. every time you moved, he followed closely, refusing to let you get away. the expression he wore seemed to morph right before your eyes, growing darker and madder the more you tried to escape him. the smile he gave you sent a shudder down your spine. all sharp, menacing teeth, pink tongue darting out to lick a line across them.

he looked every bit like a predator toying with its prey.

your brain screamed at you to run away, alarms going off relentlessly, and yet you found yourself suddenly stuck in your place. muscles heavy and stiff, you could do nothing but watch as he came closer, closer, closer still, until you were breathing in the same air. the man reached for your face, you flinched at the contact. a light chuckle reverberated through his chest as his cold fingers grazed your cheek, rough, calloused skin meeting your soft, smooth one.

such a cute thing you were, a helpless creature for him to devour. he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into your tempting flesh. there you were, looking at him with your panicked, sweet eyes, like you didn’t know what he wanted, like you didn’t want it as well. but he knew. oh, he knew damn well the kind of things women like you wanted. you could pretend all you wanted, but it had only taken him a quick glance your way to know the kind of needy whore you really were.

still you kept your little act, squirming under his touch like it revolted you, breathing shallowly like you were scared of making a noise. he could kind of admire it, how dead set you were on playing the role of poor little red riding hood in the hands of the big bad wolf.

the man scoffed. he would enjoy it so much, breaking you apart.

as if you could sense the impending danger, you swiftly pushed his hand away and darted towards the other end of the alley. your heart was racing. drops of sweat ran down your forehead. your chest rose and fell at the rhythm of your uneven breathing as you pushed yourself to the limit, fighting against the numbness in your limbs. and he played along, let you think you had a chance, that you could escape his claws that easily.

you shuffled through the grime in the alley, jumping over trash. he remained still, watched you hurry away. the filth clinging to your heels hindered your movements. footsteps began to chase after you, booming in the silence. you tripped on a box, yelled a curse. a strident laugh behind you made you jump in your place.

feet faltering, you were seconds away from falling, but managed to catch yourself. the other side of the street was merely a couple steps away. you could see the light from the streetlamps seeping through the darkness. the stranger’s footsteps grew louder, closer. you were almost there, almost safe.

he was right behind you.

you jumped forward, ignored the fire lapping at your legs and muscles.

it would only take you a couple minutes to find an open business to take shelter in. maybe you could lose him before that. maybe your heels could serve as a weapon to defend yourself. there had to be something you could do to escape his claws.

all the options you could think of flashed through your mind in a blur — but by then it was too late.

hastily, an arm snaked its way around your waist, pulling you back before your skin even had the chance to be bathed in the dull light. a warm chest collided with your back. a hand covered your mouth. you struggled against his grip as he carried you away, kicked his legs and clawed at his arms. he tightened his hold on you, making it hard for you to breathe.

his lips grazed the shell of your ear as he whispered, “don’t run from me, bunny. i just want to have some fun.” a low, rumbling laugh echoed eerily through the alley.

a veil of silence fell upon you, so quiet you were almost certain he could hear your heart hammering against your ribcage if he tried hard enough. stuttering breathing turning into vapor in front of you, you shut your eyes tightly and leaned against his chest, sneaked a hand into your pocket as you leaned your head into his shoulder.

he chuckled and nuzzled your neck, taking in your scent like you were a delicate flower in a lover’s embrace. you took a deep, measured breath. the man smiled against your bare skin. your fingers brushed the edge of your phone. the feather-light touch of his lips sent shivers all through your body. you touched your phone, fingers struggling to unlock it through muscle memory.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you froze as cold fingers joined your own, reaching into your coat to take away the last hope for saving. “i’m gonna keep this for now,” he mumbled against your skin as he pocketed the little object.

letting out a sigh, he took a step back. pulled you with him as he trudged to the middle of the alley, where light couldn’t reach and the containers would shield you both from any curious spectators that might stumble upon those streets. he pushed your chest against the wall, placed your hands on the sides of your head and ordered you to keep them there. his body chased after your own as he spoke, pressed hard against you. you had half a mind to recoil from the grimy surface, but it only pushed you further into his arms.

“if you know what’s best for you, you’ll do as i say.” his fingers clasped around your chin, mouth brushed the line of your jaw as he spoke. there was a sort of softness in his voice that felt oddly menacing; it forced your lips into a thin line and the sob you almost uttered down your throat.

hands began to run up and down your sides, lightly, almost teasingly. you swallowed thick. a knot formed in your throat. his breath fanned the curve of your neck. fingers tugged at the collar of your clothes. a wet, warm tongue wandered from the slope of your shoulder to just below your jaw. his lips attached to the spot, sucked hard enough to drag a pained whine out of you.

the stranger looped his fingers on the belt of your coat then, played with it before slowly undoing it. wind caressed your body with ease as he slid the coat off your shoulders, down your arms. you watched the piece of clothing fall to the ground, shuddered at the sudden cold.

his lips never left your skin. they littered your neck with bites and wet marks. his tongue soothed the sharp pain as his teeth released your flesh. drool trickled down your collarbone, got lost in between your breasts like raindrops getting swallowed by the earth.

tremors coursed through your body, partly in response to the weather, partly in anxious waiting. which one was the most predominant one, you weren’t sure. when his hands came to a stop on your hips, however, the answer seemed to be clear in your head. the trembling of your lips became that much more evident, breathing stuttering as he kneaded your flesh. you shut your eyes tightly, leaned your forehead against the wall as you braced yourself for what was to come.

electric-like anticipation ran through the man’s veins. every twitch of your body, every faltering whimper, urged the ravenous animal inside of him to take more and more. with an eager hum, he pushed your ass backward, pressed it flushed against his crotch. his half-hard erection settled between your cheeks through the fabric of your clothes. the feeling of relief was almost automatic. the first thrust elicited a groan from his throat, drawn-out and full of craving. his hands dug on your hips and forced you to meet his own. a pitiful sound, half sob and half whine, left your lips as his pace grew rougher and faster.

the stranger shushed and cooed at you, promised to be gentle if you calmed down. although you knew he was lying, could hear the sadistic smile in his voice, the joy your state brought him, you tried your best to quiet down and relax in his hold.

nimble fingers danced along the hem of your skirt, twirling and twisting the fabric with a delicacy that contrasted strikingly with your current situation. he wasted no time bunching it up with one hand, holding your hip tightly in the other as he grinded even harder against your ass. breathing in deeply, you began pushing back on your own. his grip loosened slightly when he felt you grounding your hips against him.

“that’s it, just like that…'' despite the shame crawling up your skin, the sound of his voice went straight to your lower half, fire tugging at your insides and arousal reluctantly making itself known.

one of his hands slithered to your front, cupped your clothed cunt in a firm grasp. he flattened his palm against your clit as two of his fingers glided in between your folds. the friction between the bundle of nerves and the fabric of your panties and stockings had a slight burn to it, but you found yourself bucking into his touch regardless, movements irregular and frantic.

tears stung behind your eyes, moans threatened to break free, short-lived whimpers bubbled in the back of your throat. it was humiliating, the way you couldn’t stop yourself from rutting against him in spite of how disgusting and wrong you knew it was.

you felt more than heard his chuckling, vibrating deep within his chest and against your back. “my oh, my… seems breaking you down was easier than i expected.”

the wet warmth of his tongue whirled on the shell of your ear. you inhaled deeply, willing yourself to relax your body. teeth began nibbling and sinking on your earlobe, sharp enough to hurt. you exhaled, weighing what little options you had left, in case a chance to escape presented itself. the pace of the stranger’s thrusts grew messier, calloused fingers gripping you tighter. his demeanor turned even rougher as he groaned and panted against your skin, like an animal in heat desperate for release.

you grounded your hips against him fervently — maybe the cloud of an orgasm would stun him long enough for you to run. just as you were readying yourself to make your escape, however, his hips came to an abrupt halt and the man detached himself from your back. his hands remained on your body, and were soon turning you around to face him. from behind the cap, his shadowed eyes stared at you with a kind of fierceness, a kind of hunger, that made your whole body, soul and mind tremble.

one of his hands reached for your face, fingers lightly grazing your cheek. taking it as your last chance, you attempted to swat it away and will your feet to run, but the stranger was one step ahead of you. the grip he kept on your hip, coupled with his other arm immediately darting out towards you, proved just how little, rather nonexistent, of a chance you had against him. in no time, he pushed you up against the wall once more. the impact was harsh, harsher than the first time, and it punched the air right out of your lungs. he took advantage of your confused and spluttering state, eyes gleaming viciously in your direction as a hand snaked up your torso.

his fingers found purchase around your neck, barely resting against your skin for a moment before he squeezed. the grip was light, but it was enough of a warning to have your eyes widening and muscles tensing in alert. a wicked grin graced his lips and you began to wonder if he’d ever stop smiling.

his other hand began trailing down your abdomen, fingers threatened to dip underneath the waistband of your stockings and past the line of your skirt and panties. like your body was suddenly set on fire, however, you began clawing at his arm desperately. his fingers tightened dangerously around your throat in response. your legs kicked and trembled. he snickered as he held you down, rumbling and rough. you arched your body off the grimy surface behind you, pushed and pulled as you gasped for air.

in the midst of your struggling against his hold, the cap in his head was knocked over. his eyes shined brighter and wilder with nothing to shadow them — more than those of a human, they looked like those of an untamed animal, a predator ready to pounce on its defenseless prey.

it scared you, how wild he looked as he forced you into submission. hand firm around your neck, the other gripping your hip and his body caging you against the wall, you had no choice but to give up and give in.

breathlessly, almost tiredly, he whispered against your lips. “easy there, bunny.” he eyed you avidly, hand traveling down your body once more as his fingers stroked the side of your neck. “you don’t want me to get angry now, do you?” his grip tightened once more.

falling back against the wall, you forced yourself to take a deep, burning breath. eyes closed, mouth open, chest rising and falling swiftly. you finally relaxed your body. a soft praise filled the air. jolts of dopamine filled your brain as a humiliating sense of accomplishment washed over you.

“mhm… are you going to behave now?” reluctantly, you nodded. it drew an appreciative hum from him. “well, then, if you’re such an obedient little whore…” his hand left your neck, air flowing easily to your lungs now, and rested on your shoulder. his other hand came up to join it. “get on your knees for me.”

as he uttered the order, his hands pressed your shoulders and pushed your body down. they didn’t stop, not until your knees hit the dirty ground of the alley; and your body, pliant and without a trace of resistance left, followed easily.

eyes wide and shining with unshed tears, you stared up at him. fearing. waiting. with your heart in your throat. you sucked in a breath when his hand met your face again. the man tilted his head and let out a contemplative hum as his thumb traced your lips. he pushed past them without a warning, pressing and dragging on your tongue. two fingers replaced his thumb, lazily fucked your mouth under his apathetic gaze.

he grinned when saliva began dripping down your chin, scoffed as he pulled out and cleaned his wet fingers on your cheek. his free hand found its way to the top of your head, grabbed a fistful of your hair and tilted it backwards. your eyes were forced to meet his predatory ones as he messily unzipped his pants.

“open.” came the simple command and your jaw slacked pitifully fast, earning you a sneer from him.

a gasp left your lips when he finally took his cock out of his underwear. he was big — too big, you’d argue. pearly drops of precum leaked from the head, a bulging vein ran from below it all the way down to the base.

‘it wont fit,’ you wanted to tell him, but held your tongue back. it would fit. he’d make it fit, and you knew that.

the stranger grabbed his cock by the base and nudged your lips with his tip. you took the head in, sucking and licking and lapping at the slit fervently in hopes it’d appease the storm barely contained within him. the man, however, was impatient, unwilling to wait for you. your nostrils flared as he pushed all the way past your lips. tears welled your eyes as it hit the back of your throat. guttural whimpers bubbled from within you as he held you down.

he let his head fall back with a rumbling groan and allowed himself to enjoy the warmth and tightness of your throat before pulling all the way out and stroking his length. you used that brief moment to steady yourself and take a deep, shaky breath. the next time he pushed past your lips, he did it roughly, carelessly. you gagged and choked around him, spluttered as you strained to swallow around him. and he chuckled, low and deep in his throat, enjoying your struggling like it was the most amusing show.

“such a disgusting whore… sucking a stranger’s dick out in the open.” he scoffed, tugging at your hair and forcing his cock deeper in your mouth.

tears flowed easily down your face now, makeup ruined and cheeks stained. your stomach sank when you noticed the sickening, sadistic smile that spread his lips at the sight. it fueled the unsettling fire burning inside you, pulled and tugged at your guts, sent cold shivers running down your spine — had your cunt drooling shamefully and your walls fluttering helplessly.

slobber and precum ran down your chin by the time he finally pulled out. the stranger ran a thumb across the mess, gathered as much as he could before slipping it past your now swollen lips. the look in his eyes — a displeased, dark kind of look — sent all your senses aflame and made your skin crawl with a confusing sense of dejection.

he clicked his tongue in irritation and finally, after what felt like minutes of being stared at, said, “i thought someone with lips as pretty as yours would be better at this.” his hand rested on your cheek for a moment, and you hid yourself in it before realizing he was only trying to wipe it clean. “let’s hope your pussy’s better.”

with a hand on your arm, he forced you to your feet. his knee nudged your thighs apart until he was satisfied. his fingers began treading down your chest. they circled around one of your perked nipples before the man leaned down and took it in his mouth. with his tongue, he lapped and played with the little nub through the fabric, enjoying the way it had you trying to squirm away from his touch.

when the stranger was satisfied, he continued the journey of his hands down your body until, finally, they stopped at your crotch. he sneaked his fingers under your skirt, rubbed two of them on your clothed cunt before the sound of ripping fabric caught your attention. you looked down only to find him tearing the thin stockings.

shame began pumping through your veins before he even got the chance to crouch in front of you. once he did, you were unable to look his way, kept your head facing the sky as tears painted lines on your cheeks. the hearty laugh that broke the silence had you closing your eyes with a mixture of humiliation and revulsion — whether it was towards him or yourself, you weren’t sure.

“for someone who was fighting so much, you sure are wet.” the viciousness in his voice was almost palpable, each and every syllable dripping with a disdainful tone that made you feel even more disgusting than you already did. he eyed the wet patch in your underwear, pushed the fabric aside to finally, after holding himself back and waiting for so long, thrust two fingers in. “but, then again, i suppose that’s how disgusting whores like you are.”

you tried to argue it was not you, defend yourself with your stuttering, shaky words, but they kept getting stuck in your throat the more he touched you. almost as if they knew your true nature and refused to lie on behalf of your crumbling dignity.

his tongue sent a jolt through your body when it met your clit, teasing and licking as his fingers worked inside of you. distorted, muffled whimpers resonated in your throat, disregarding your feeble attempts to conceal them. head thrashing from side to side and sobs resonating in your chest, you weakly tried to push his head away, albeit unsuccessfully.

in spite of it all, your treacherous body was set aflame, spreading your legs even more for him and bucking your hips into his touch. the man took the opportunity to dive deeper, hooking his arms behind you and gripping your hips harder to pull your cunt closer to his mouth. eagerly, he lapped at your arousal, abused the soft spot inside you. he worked you through the fog of reluctance and denial, driving your body through the heat until you were coming undone on his face, walls forced to gush and convulse around his fingers.

you slumped against the wall, only kept standing by his arms, and covered your eyes with your forearm as uncontrollable sobs wracked your entire being. the man stood up, arm wiping his mouth and chin clean. he pushed your arms away from your face, gripped your chin and forced you to lean forward. your eyes darted to the side and closed tightly as his wet tongue met the skin of your cheeks. with a sick hum of satisfaction, he licked the tears pouring from your eyes, as if they were the elixir of life itself.

“look at you.” the stranger sneered, teeth bared in a vicious grin. “you can keep crying...” calloused fingertips wiped more of the salty drops. “you can plead, beg for mercy...” he grinned, fingers roughly gripping your jaw and forcing you to face him. “but that won’t change the fact you’re enjoying this.”

fearful eyes met his cruel ones. the pleasure he took in your suffering was so evident, so sickening it almost made you double over and throw up the contents of your empty stomach. the idea almost seemed appealing, but you doubted a bit of vomit would deter a monster like him. not when he was done using your mouth, anyways.

“just look at how much you came, the mess you made on my face” he leaned in closer, fingers hooking on your chin to make you look up. the grin on his face seemed to gleam before you, mocking you, relishing in the state you were left in. he took pride in how used you looked.

“you should be thankful i was kind enough to let you come.”

without a trace of elegance or tenderness, he took hold of your arm and spun you around. his hand pressed the middle of your back and pushed you firmly against the wall. he pushed your hips towards him and reached under your skirt to slide your stockings and panties halfway down your thighs. “come on, now, isn’t there something you want to say to me, whore?”

a harsh smack on your ass sent a yelp up your throat, replacing the curses you wanted to yell at him. at your silence, the stranger stroke again, hand heavy against your tender skin.

“say it,” he pulled your head back by your hair, lips grazing your ears as he instructed, “a nice and clear ‘thank you, sir’”

you attempted to stutter out the words, but choked on them instead. his tone grew harsher when he demanded his thanks again. and when you failed to meet his expectations, another hit landed on your ass.

“last opportunity.” you felt the head of his cock press between your folds. “repeat after me.” he pushed in slightly. “‘thank you, sir’”

his grip on your hip tightened. his teeth closed on your shoulder. the heat radiating from his chest felt overwhelming.

you took a sharp breath. “thank yo–” words broke into a mixture of sobs and whimpers as he pushed his length completely in. a satisfied laugh left him at your reaction.

without a second to waste, the man began snapping his hips against yours. pace ruthless. grip bruising. he used you as he pleased, held as little concern for your body as he would a sex doll. that was probably all you were to him. a filthy, cheap toy with which to satiate his lust. an object, only meant to please him as many times as he demanded pleasing.

“i don’t think i heard you right. speak up, little bunny.” a hand reached for one of your breasts, pinched your nipple harshly before going up, towards your neck. your “thank you” came choked as it tried to make its way through the grip of his fingers around your throat, but it was enough to satisfy him. far from appeasing him, however, it only seemed to stir up even more hunger in him.

brutal and fierce, he fucked into you without a trace of shame or guilt. his cock sunk into your cunt with an embarrassing lack of resistance, yet with his girth it still made for a tight fit. you wouldn’t be surprised if your insides were left shaped after him, marked forever as his. his plaything, his possession, even if you were never to see him again.

the thought both disgusted and sent a wave of arousal through you. shame embraced you as an old friend returning home after too long and, worn out and dazed, you welcomed it as you gave in to the man’s sadism. no longer being held back, moans poured out of your mouth at the rhythm of his thrusts. broken, whiny, high-pitched. they joined the sound of skin hitting skin breaking through the otherwise silent night.

unsure as to what for, you started begging and pleading, voice weak and trembling. the man loved every second of it, every sound you uttered. it made him feel powerful, to have reduced you to such a state, to have torn you apart and built you again around him, turned into his mindless toy.

he brought your pliant body against his, forced your head to the side until your neck was exposed, and with delight closed his lips on your skin. another of many marks joined his collection. you hissed, he chuckled against your skin.

the man’s hands returned to your hips with greater strength, kept you in place even though both of you knew you weren’t running away. he leaned down just enough to whisper in your ear, “you’re gonna take it all, won’t you, bunny?” your confusion only lasted the second it took him to speed up his pace, thrusts erratic and messy as he groaned in pleasure. shaking your head desperately, you half-heartedly resumed your abandoned attempts at pulling away from him.

“now, now, you were being so good before,” he mumbled, tightening his grip just enough. “why would you act up again?” he almost sounded disappointed, though with amusement hidden in his tone. you could hear the smile in his voice as you thrashed in his hold.

your struggle, however, did nothing to prevent him from chasing his high. you realized it when you felt him spill inside of you, filling you up until you were almost sure you could feel his cum trickling down your thighs.

when he was done with you, the stranger simply pulled out, wiped his hands on your body and zipped his pants up. frozen in place, eyes wide, mouth open in an unfinished cry, you didn’t even react, the sound of his zipper nothing but a distant murmur.

“you’re welcome, whore” he mumbled in your ear as he gave your hip one last squeeze before leaving you alone in the dark of the alley.

there are three things maki is sure of. number one: you’re the prettiest being she’s ever seen. number two: she’s been infatuated with you ever since you first walked into her apartment, after yuta introduced you to her as a potential roommate. and number three: she is definitely, positively not obsessed with you.

it’s a crush. nothing more, nothing less. a totally, completely harmless crush. or at least that’s what she tells herself as she creeps along the hallway, up to the door you left ajar.

holding her breath, she leans closer and peers into the room through the crack left behind. she has to bite down hard on her lip to prevent the swear rising up her throat from leaving her lips; because there you are, stark naked on your bed, one hand tweaking and twisting your nipples while the other thrusts a vibrator deep, deep, deeper in your cunt. your soft sighs and low mewls can be heard more clearly now that there’s no wall to obstruct them, and they do nothing but fuel her need and lust for you — if she were to describe them, she’d probably say something cheesy along the lines of “the singing of angels.”

the heat between her legs is becoming impossible to ignore, and soon she’s sliding two fingers down her sweatpants and underwear. the pool of arousal has formed a wet spot in your panties by the time she finally buries her fingers up to the knuckles, easily and without restrain.

her eyes follow every curve and line on your body. from the side of your neck, to the slope of your shoulder; your chest and the way it rises and falls swiftly, the strain and flexibility of your wrist as you fuck yourself harder, the way your soft-looking legs part and give way to your dripping cunt — the vibrator, sinking in you with renewed need.

pupils dilated and breathing irregular, maki picks up the pace of her fingers. there’s a longing inside her almost impossible to ignore. a longing for you, longing to be the one between your legs, fucking you senseless. to feel your heat around her fingers, your taste on her tongue. she leans closer, free hand resting on the cool wall, face inches away from crossing the threshold of your room. with how close she is now, she can hear the wet sounds of your cunt being filled, if she strains her ears, that is.

with a particularly loud moan, you throw your head back and buck your hips up. eyes closed, mouth agape, your head thrashes side to side desperately. for a moment, she thinks you saw her and ducks behind the door; after a few seconds of uninterrupted moans, however, she leans in again. emboldened by your obvious lack of awareness of your surroundings, she steps closer and sets foot in your room, barely inside. mind racing, she doesn’t stop to consider what she’ll do if you catch her; but by the looks of it, you’re still unaware of her presence. if she squints, in fact, she can almost make out an earphone tucked in your ear, probably drowning out whatever sound she might make.

her eyes never leave your body, laser-focused on the way your hand drives the vibrator faster inside of you, the way your hips desperately rise to meet the toy. you’re close, she can tell by the way your breathing is growing irregular and your pace messy. the show’s coming to an end but it’s okay, because she’s getting close too — impatient, even, eager to finish at the same time as you so that she can feel connected to you, even by a thread as thin as this.

she moves her hips at the rhythm you’ve imposed, heat beginning to unravel as your own hips start convulsing. unable to hold back, maki swears, broken and whiny, as she watches you with rapt attention. you moan and mumble incoherent garbage she cannot be bothered to pay attention to. all she can notice is how beautiful you look, like an angel corrupted by mortal pleasures, and it’s that image that finally pushes her over the edge, and soon she’s coming around her own fingers, creamy cum coating them and dripping into her palm.

with no time to bask in the post-orgasm bliss, however, she wipes her fingers on her sweatpants and strides back to her room as silently and quickly as she can.