#dc.maki

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.