in which your friends from mortkranken ask for your help in an experiment
pairings: jiro x fem! reader x yuri (not really)
content. MDNI, oral, mating press, non-con (not really only if you squint), squirting, protected sex, vouyerism (on yuri’s part), finger sucking, doggy, fingering, clit stimulation, making out, mentions of scars (on jiro’s part), overstimulation
a/n: HWHEHEHHEHEHE, lowkey only read this once, probably a lot of errors, this probably sucks booty. dedicated too my fellow guild member’s who helped me get out of procrastination *WINK* also why is it so stupidly hard to make the text gradient color. I HATE CODING
“Y/n… are you sure you should go? what if I go with you..?” Kaito asked, walking behind you, Lucas walking beside you as he studied your face. “I will be going too Y/n, Mortkranken is not too trustable these-“
“HEY! WHO INVITED YOU?” Kaito screeched. You sighed, stopping in your tracks, making Kaito bump into you and stumble backwards.
“I’ll be fine guys. I’ve been to Mortkranken multiple times, the only thing I need to worry about is the dead bodies Yuri just lays around.” You shiver at the memory from your first mission with Mort, shaking your head.
“B-but what if Franken-eek! I-I mean Jiro or that mad scientist hurt you?” Kaito looked down at you, worry in his eyes. Lucas had an unreadable look on him, but his brows were knitted in deep thought.
“Kaito- I promise I'll be fine.” You groan, turning around to continue walking towards the Mortkranken building.
“Y/n wait-" you turned around briskly, annoyed expression in your face as you looked at your taller friends.
“I hate to judge, but please- if anything happens text one of us.” Lucas frowned down at you with a weary smile. Seeing that your friends were genuinely concerned, you sighed.
“I will, but again, I promise nothing will happen. I know Jiro and Yuri enough, they wouldn’t want to hurt me.” You gave the pair a reassuring smile and started walking away.
Upon entering the Mortkranken house, you were greeted with none other than student’s running around and others in lab coats filling up cups and mixing liquids together. You pass by them, walking towards the door that led you to the official lab that Yuri and Jiro worked at most, if not, all the time.
You knock on the wooden door four times, taking a step back as you heard heavy footsteps at the opposite end.
The door creaks open, and there appears Jiro, his back hunched as he walks out the door to open it for you.
“Oh, Y/n, you’re here.” He nodded at you and gestured for you to come in. You hear the door shut as Jiro leads the way towards the basement lab.
“Hi Jiro!” You say to his back, briskly following behind him as his long legs stomped on the ground.
“Yuri should have everything ready by now,” Jiro says in his deadpan voice, lowering his head as he opened the basement door. You bowed your head to him and walked into the room. You knew only personals could be in here, you felt a little special knowing you were one of them.
The scribble of pen on paper started to ring through your ears as you deeper walked into the basement, turning a corner you were met with Yuri at his desk, scribbling down something on his notepad, eyebrows creased. Jiro walked past you, stepping in front of Yuri’s desk.
With a startled yelp, Yuri jumped from his chair, pen dropping to the floor, his eyes wide.
“Jiro! You could’ve at least told me you were on your way!” Yuri yelled, angry expression on his face as he bent down to pick up his pen. You awkwardly stood behind Jiro, hoping for a moment that Yuri wouldn’t notice you.
“YOU! Did you not see the messages I sent?!” Yuri was now on his feet, picking up papers and other notebooks from his desk and shoving them to the drawer.
“M-messages?” Jiro had stepped away from you, and now you were met with Yuri’s cold gaze as he circled around his desk to stand in front of you.
“Yes. I told you to come with a comfortable outfit, and you’re wearing your UNIFORM!” Yuri exclaims, grabbing the arm sleeve of your vest and dropping your arm. You winced, your head following Yuri as he walked over to one of the many cabinets in the basement.
You watched as he grumbled underneath his breath, digging through the drawers.
“Ah-ha!” Yuri turns around, showing you and Yuri a pair of baby blue pijama shirt and blue plaid pijama pants.
“Those are mine.” Jiro states, face blank but a hint of confusion in his voice. Yuri glares at him but says nothing, walking to you and throwing Jiro’s clothes at you. Pointing at the corner of the room where there was a small round curtain, Yuri grits, “change.”
While you changed, you could hear Yuri and Jiro talking but couldn’t figure out what they were saying. Folding your clothes and setting the next to the small round table inside the changing curtain, you stepped out, careful to not trip over the pants. Yuri’s voice comes to a stop as he hears you walking back to them, clearing his voice and turning to you.
“Sooo, why exactly am I here for?” You asked, watching as Jiro moved a couch closer to Yuri’s desk, making you frown. Yuri cleared his throat, looking away from you as he gather a new clipboard and pen.
“We are going to have intercourse.”
It’s as if the world stopped turning. You hear nothing but silence for what felt like forever. Yuri’s face was now pink, Jiro standing straight and looking at you with no expression on his face as he let out those words.
“N-no! I-I mean yes! B-But of course- you have to agree and c-consent.” Yuri stuttered, shoving the pen and clipboard he was just holding at you. With eyes wide and mouth slightly hanging open, you looked down at the form in front of you. It read;
“I hereby consent and agree to have sexual intercourse with Jiro Kirisaki; Second year at Darwick Academy from Mortkranken house in order to fulfill an ongoing body experiment to ensure Mr. Kirisaki’s body is able to function correctly.”
You stare blankly at the paper, then slowly looking up to meet both Yuri’s and Jiro’s gaze.
“This test is simply to know if Jiro-kun is able to have sexual intercourse and to see if it can improve his health.” Yuri was bright red, but still (barely) had the confidence he always does in his voice.
“But- I- why- w-why m-me?” You were flustered, or embarrassed, you didn’t know.
“Well, we were going to use a doll but the doll cannot express how it feels, so as inspector, you were one of our only options.” Yuri now had his arms crossed, head held up high, while Jiro, was still standing there unamused.
“B-but, this doesn’t say what I have to do…” You look back at the paper, the only thing left was the sign to write down your signature.
“Because you DON’T have to do anything, u-unless y-you and J-Jiro want to.” Yuri’s face was back to pink, clearing his throat as he looked away from you.
You look back again at the paper.
“I-i-is it… gonna–y’know– h-hurt.” You look at Jiro, then back at Yuri, blinking.
“My penis will not hurt you because we will be using lubricant.” Jiro spoke up, making you and Yuri flinch. The way Jiro spoke so calmly and with no care made you cringe just a tiny bit, but after all he is a… professional, if that’s what you would even call it.
“We do not have a long time honor student. So either sign it or scram.” Yuri was back to glaring at you, tapping his foot impatiently. You, though, still had more questions.
“Doesn’t Jiro have memory loss… how does he know how sex-“
“I tasked Jiro to watch videos.” Yuri puffed out his chest, as if proud of himself.
“YOU MADE HIM WATCH PORN?!” You covered your mouth in shock.
“WE don’t have enough time for more explanations! Sign the form or LEAVE!” Yuri was now visibly annoyed, you blink, sigh and look down at the form for the millionth time, then signing your name and the date, hoping to God that Zenji was not here. Yuri looked as if he didn’t expect you to do so, but grabbed the clipboard and pen off your hands, setting it on his desk.
Jiro had told you to lay down on the couch he had set up in front of Yuri’s desk, your head was against the arm rest, your legs on top of Jiro’s also as he sat down, settling his hands on top of your legs.
“Now Jiro-kun, remember you FIRST have to build up the steam, then you start going in.” Yuri was sat on his desk, scribbling down something on his notebook.
“Okay.” Jiro turned to look at you, moving your legs off his lap, then suddenly climbed ontop of you, hovering over you, his glasses somehow sitting still on his nose.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” He says, almost a whisper, and you swore you saw a small smirk trying to appear on his lips. You nod, face hot.
It’s something you have never felt before. Jiro closed his eyes, leaning into you, his lips connecting with yours. His lips were soft but cold, he tasted like nothing, but his smell was musky but also sweet. You closed your eyes finally and started to move your lips too, moving around a bit to be more comfortable. You tried keeping up with Jiro’s rhythm, it was almost as if he was experienced.
“Jiro grab her hips.” You hear Yuri command. Jiro’s cold hands were now at your hips and you swore you felt him squeeze just barely. Out of instinct, you put your hands on Jiro’s shoulders, moving your head to kiss him from a different angle.
Jiro broke the kiss, slightly panting as a string of saliva connected the both of you. You almost moan at Jiro’s face; face barely pink, bangs almost sweaty, and lips red and puffy.
“How was that?” Jiro asked, looking at you but you didn’t feel the question directed at you.
“Not enough, change positions.” Yuri almost demands, but as Jiro sits up, you stay in place, blinking, trying to process what just happened. You hear Yuri say your name but do nothing, and suddenly, you feel two strong arms grab your back, pulling you up, and now, you were face to face with Jiro, straddling him.
“You should move your hips when I kiss you.” Jiro says, no life behind his eyes, but you swear you see a small smirk playing on his lips again.
You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Jiro crashed his lips with yours, this time with a little more force. You yelp, eyes wide, but then you feel Jiro rubbing your back slowly, making you less tensed. You relax into the kiss, closing your eyes and opening your mouth just slightly, and Jiro took this as an opportunity.
His tongue explored the inside of your mouth, your tongue involuntarily moving along with his. The kiss was loud now, Jiro was now humming, his hands back on your hips, your arms around his shoulders as you pushed yourself closer to his lips.
After a while, Jiro pulled away, his glasses slightly foggy, panting, and his lips wet. You stare at him, your chest heaving, and finally, the smirk on his lips was now fully visible.
“You’re grinding on me.” Jiro almost laughs, and you both look down, and surely enough, your hips were moving. You stop, embarrassment filling your chest. Jiro moves a strand of hair from your face, making you flinch slightly.
“If you’re tense we cannot get to the end of this experiment.” Jiro says back to his normal deadpanned voice. You nod, looking between you and him, slightly moving yourself, and as you did, you gasped as you felt something poke your crotch.
Jiro looked at you, studying your face for something. You look up at him, and you just nod, as if confirming.
“I’m going to take off your shirt now.” Jiro announces, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, exposing him to your bare chest and baby pink bra. The cool touch of Jiro’s finger made you slightly flinch, but it also didn’t help that your heart was about to explode out of your chest.
“You have to take off my shirt too.” Your thoughts were silenced as Jiro spoke up, tossing your shirt to the side. You nod, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, his hands leaving your hips for just a moment to put his hands up.
It was not the first time you had seen Jiro’s bare chest. It was covered with scars and toned abs. His shoulders were muscular yet pale. You swallow harshly, your cheeks getting hot as you and Jiro made skin to skin contact. There was a pause, like if the both of you did not know what to do next.
“Are you wet yet?” Jiro asked, and although you should get used to his abruptness in words, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
“Uh-I-I don’t know.” You say looking away from him. You turn around and see Yuri scribbling down on his note book, but his eyes are on you and Jiro, examining you both. You turn back to Jiro, unable to form words. Jiro hummed, his fingers playing with the waistband of your (his) pants. His hand slides down inside of your pants, making you start breathing heavily. Jiro took his time, his hand hovering over your panties. He could feel the warmth of your pussy already, he didn't cup or touch, just hovered, studying your expressions on your face as you still, refused to look at him.
“The subject is embarrassed, shallow breathing and dilated pupils.” Jiro notes, and you hear Yuri scribble faster. Something about being… tested on, made your clit throb, knowing that you were part of such a vulgar experiment made you feel like putty.
You feel one of his fingers slightly caress your inner thigh, moving up and down softly and slow as if studying you. You swallow, looking at Jiro too, the both of you stare at each other, both of your eyes saying many things yet no words come out.
Then, with his middle finger, Jiro dragged his finger between your folds, up and down. Your breath hitches, hand flying to his forearm. He continued his movements, momentarily stopping at your clit, but not moving. “Are you feeling aroused?” Jiro’s bluntness didn’t surprise you anymore, but all you could do was nod shyly. Jiro continued to rub you, momentarily stopping right at your entrance.
“I am going to insert my fingers now-”
“W-wait-ah!” One slender finger slides into your pussy, the coldness of Jiro’s finger and the warmth of your insides give you a satisfying feeling. Jiro pumped his finger in and out, studying your expression.
You throw your head back when Jiro announces he’s gonna insert another finger in you, now tightly holding onto his wrist, panting at the fullness.
“F-faster.” You whisper, not even sure if Jiro heard you.
“Okay.” Jiro mummers. You moan out loud at the sudden change in pace, Jiro was so close to that spot, it was driving you instance. Two fingers in you and your pussy was already coating his hand, your white juices spilling out like if they had been held captive inside you for a long time.
Jiro takes his hand off you, looking at his hand, before directing it at his mouth, You and Yuri gasp when Jiro pops one of his fingers into his mouth.
“I don’t feel any sickness.” Jiro turns to Yuri after a second, then Jiro turns to you “You should try to." Jiro doesn’t give you a second to even agree before he shoves his finger in your mouth. You let out a noise of surprise. Jiro chuckled, sliding his finger out of your mouth with a “pop!” and directs his hand back to you cunt, his thumb rubbing up and down on your clit.
“How do his hands feel, honor roll?”
You whimper, still processing hoe bold Jiro was to shove his finger in your mouth, and how, apparently, Yuri didn't notice. As you're holding onto Jiro’s broad shoulders, his attention is on your cunt and his fingers back inside you. The both of you watch the way his fingers slide in out of you, Jiro’s mouth a bit open, but face still emotionless.
“Okay Jiro! That's enough!” Yuri exclaims, and Jiro, looking from you to Yuri, stops, making you whine.
“That should be enough preparation, both of you, take off your pants.” Yuri motions with his pen, pointing at you after. “Lay down on the other side of the sofa for a better position!” You slowly slide off you (Jiro's) pants, setting hanging them on the couch.
“For this next part of the experiment, Jiro will be giving you oral sex.” You bumped your head with the armrest of the sofa. How can they be so normal about this? Do they not know you feel just a tiny bit of embarrassment? Why are they being so quick? How come-
You feel shuffling underneath you, looking up you see Jiro quite literally almost naked, the only thing covering his body was his boxers. You watch him as he lays down on his stomach, putting his arms under your thighs, and you yelp when he pushes them open and settles his face inches away from your core. You watch as Jiro looks in a trance, his ruby eyes concentrated on your pussy.
But once he feels your gaze on him, he looks up, eyes hooded…
And after a second of just staring at each other, Jiro grins, big, this time an obvious smile on his face, and before you could react, you hear him say;
Jiro pushes your panties to the side with one finger, and in the next moment, he is licking up from your slit to clit, continuously. You don’t bother to look at him, your head thrown back and hands unsure where to go. Jiro doesn't change his pace, his slow licks reaching your hole. You wanted more, you wanted him to shove his tongue in you, but you didn't say anything. You whine and moan at the stimulation, the way Jiro’s soft tongue is driving you insane. You can feel your stomach burning, your toes curling, your hips moving on their own.
“F-fu-fuck.” You whimper, unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you grab Jiro’s head, grinding yourself on his face. You look down at him, and Jiro is already staring at you, and before you can look away, his tongue starts lapping at your entrance, then Jiro curls his tongue inside.
You jerk your hips up, a strong hand pressed down on your stomach, stopping you from moving too much. You moan, closing your eyes shut as the pleasurable sensation takes over your body.
“Y/n! What are you feeling?” You hear Yuri shout, but you can’t even think or process what he is saying, because all your body and mind can think about how Jiro’s tongue feels, how his movements are giving you a type of pleasure you haven’t felt before.
“Aaugh-b-b-burns g-g-goooooood.” You groan, bucking your hips up as Jiro starts licking you again, and after a few more minutes, Yuri tells him to stop. Jiro lifts his face up from your pussy, and the sight of him gives you shivers down your spine.
Jiro’s hair was messy, his eyes were dilated, his mouth and chin were glistening, his cheeks were red, and his nose had a small glint of white liquid.
You pant, unable to move or think. You were so close, so so close.
“We will now continue with penetration. If it hurts, if you feel any signs of discomfort, let us know.” Yuri walks over to Jiro, handing him a condom and a bottle of what you could guess was lube. Jiro sits up, grabbing the items from Yuri. Jiro and you make eye contact as he puts his thumbs around his waist band, and slowly, pulls down his boxers.
You almost gasp as his cream colored cock sprung up, a very soft smack hitting his stomach. Jiro’s dick was long, veiny and almost thick enough to not fit. His tip was the perfect shade of blushy pink with the base creamy white, and his balls were hanging low, almost heavy. You couldn't help but look back at him, eyes hooded, almost pleading. Unconsciously, you began to open your legs more, and Jiro doesn’t waste time pulling his boxers all the way down and settling directly between your legs.
“If at any moment you need to tap out, just say so.” Yuri says causally as you hear Jiro open the bottle of lube. He looks at you and hovers the opening of the bottle above your entrance.
“It’s going to be cold.” He says deadpanned and squeezes out the liquid. You watch as the lube slides down to your pussy, and gasp when Jiro uses two fingers to spread it around. Your breath hitches at the feeling, closing your eyes for a second, but when you open them, you see Jiro opening the condom and sliding it on his dick.
You prop yourself again, realization and nerves kicking in as you stare at the ceiling.
“Hey,” your thoughts are interrupted by Jiro calling out to you. You move your head and make eye contact with him. Your heart skips a beat when he leans down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
“It’ll help you release stress.” Jiro grabs the base of his dick and starts sliding inside you. You whimper, your hands covering your mouth as the forging feeling takes over your body. You feel so stretched out as Jiro slowly keeps sliding inside you. You pant, head thrown back as he pushes his hips towards you slowly, the burning stretch almost making you cry.
“Pest, speak, what are you feeling.” You hear Yuri ask. You groan, eyes opening, looking at Jiro involuntarily and you almost come right there, Jiro’s face was flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his pupils blown. He looks at you and says nothing, expression unreadable.
“F-feels stretched,” You whimper as Jiro moves deeper, and then you realize that he’s not even half way in. You want to scream, you feel so full it hurts, but it hurts so good. Jiro pushes in deeper and you squeak, hands trying to grab anything, and with one final push, Jiro hits your cervix, stretching you out fully like you’ve never had.
And as he feels you clench around him, Jiro groans, throwing his head down. Yuri is fast to notice this and speaks up.
“Jiro-kun! What is it? What are you feeling?" Yuri is about to leave his desk and walk over to the two of you, but both you and Yuri almost gasp when Jiro slowly moves his head up, a grin on his face and fucked out face.
Jiro pulls out, and slowly slams back to you, his tip hitting your cervix painfully and repeatedly slow. You moan, grabbing the back of the armchair as your body jiggles at Jiro’s rhythm. Jiro sits up straight, his hand moving to your hips without warning and gets a better grip on your body. You buck your hips, the change in angle making the both of you groan.
“F-fuck.” You cry out, your body unconsciously fucking his cock. You're desperate, wanting something more.
“J-Jiro.” You whimper, small tears starting to form in your eyes as the pleasure becomes unbearable, you feel like you’re going insane.
And Jiro knows. He knows by the way he can almost feel your guts. He knows by the way you suddenly grip his forearms. He knows by the way your eyes are starting to get foggy in lust.
“Change positions. You, now hover above Jiro and sit on his… penis.” Yuri suddenly says, whispering the last part. When Jiro hears this he stops almost instantly, and you whine, almost kicking your feet as Jiro pulls out, leaving you empty. Jiro looks at you, helping your wobbly legs up as he sits down, man spread on the couch, waiting for you to sit on him.
With slow movements, you slowly lower yourself down on his cock, your hands grabbing his broad and strong shoulders as the new stretched feeling overrides you. You moan, throwing your head back and back arching as Jiro’s cock nuzzles comfortably on your sweet spot.
“If you can’t bounce anymore, don’t worry, I can do it for you.” Jiro whispers in your ear, and once he does, his hands are on your hips as he guides you up and down on his dick, hitting the same spot over and over.
You hid your face on his neck, arms around his neck as your hips moved up and down uncontrollably, almost desperate l. You could hear Jiro’s breathing hitch every time your hips slam back down. You were like an animal in heat, the pool of saliva starting to form in your mouth quickly at the sensation.
You bounce on him, shakily and embarrassed as Jiro is practically staring at you. You could see it in his eyes he was feeling something, but he didn’t say or do anything, just kept his hands in your hips as you cried dumb on his dick.
“Change position again. Jiro-kun, do the same position as before, but this time put her legs up.” Yuri speaks up, and you groan again, just wanting to stay in just one position. Your body was tense and your pussy and clot were beating, waiting to have this tension be released.
You were back under Jiro, except this time, he had your legs rested on his shoulder as you cried at the mean mating press he had you in. You hair was starting to stick in your face from your sweat and tears as you felt the inside of your body turn.
You were so into the feeling that you didn’t even notice Jiro was now panting heavily and moaning and groaning ever so softly. His glasses were gone now, his ruby eyes staring at you, his mouth open with a small twitch on the corner of his mouth.
“J-Jiro.” You moan, without even thinking, you reach to grab his hips. You feel the softness and toughness of his scars, without thinking to gently rub them; and all of the sudden, Jiro moans out loud, his hips stuttering and stop mid thrust. You and Yuri quickly look up to look at Jiro, and you are quick to take your hand off and Yuri basically teleports next to Jiro to look at his scars, gauze and stitch already in hand, but to Yuri’s surprise, nothing is open, there is no blood.
Jiro looks at you puzzled, then slowly turns to Yuri. “I… I think her touching my scars… gives me excitement.” Jiro says deadpanned. You and Yuri freeze. You’re not sure how to react, but curiosity won and you slowly caressed the scar again. Both you and Jiro moan, Jiro moans at your touch, and you as Jiro thrusts in you.
“K-keep doing that.” With another thrust, Jiro continues fucking you, bending your legs more forward, making you cry out as you grip on his hip, thumb messily rubbing his scar. You can hear Yuri scribbling down on his notepad and his footsteps leaving.
Jiro groans softly as your legs start to quiver, eyes rolling back and gasping when Jiro angles his col and hits your g spot repeatedly at a brutal pace. The air in your lungs gets knocked out, you start clawing at his arms, nails digging deep in his muscled arms. You could feel your body heat up, the smack of your body and Jiro’s becoming sticky.
“A-augh- Ji-Jiiiroooo-s-so g-goooood-“ you cry out, feeling your core starting to burn, you squeeze around him, and Jiro almost bottoms out, he’s panting heavily, his eyes glued on you. “Do that again.” Jiro rasps out, and you and Yuri look at him nervously.
“D-do-oh fuck- do what?” You question, a whine ripping out of your throat as Jiro moves your body so now you are laying on your side.
“Squeeze me.” He looks down at you, his thrusts never stopping.
So you squeeze, at least you think you do, because Jiro starts fucking you faster, this time with more need and more energy. You let out a wanton moan, covering your mouth and eyes going wide, but with the way Jiro is pounding into you like his life depended on it, you scream, gushing out liquid before you could even process it.
Your body shakes, thigh violently trembling and hand going up to Jiro’s arm in a way to stop him as he fucks you through your orgasam, but he doesn’t stop even when you keep on moaning, he doesn’t stop even when you feel like your body is about to break, because after all, this was about him.
Yuri stands up quickly again, walking to examine the both of you. He stands behind where your head is resting as he watches Jiro rub your clit in fast circles, his hips snapping into you. You feel like you're about to break, you don’t know how much you can handle, your hands are grabbing anything they can for some sort of comfort, you grab onto two arms, you hear something drop but you don’t pay any mind to it. The hands you grab are pulled by you closer, setting them on your boobs. Orgasam tears spill from your eyes as two cold hands shakily stay put holding your chest, you squeeze the hands, making them squeeze your boobs, and you moan again, the build up in your core starting again.
Your pussy was squelching at every thrust Jiro made, your pussy a white mess. Jiro didn’t stop, but in a second his movements became slower, making you open your tired eyes. That’s when you realized, Jiro’s hands were holding your hip and leg. You look up, only to see a stunned and red faced Yuri looking down at you. You’re not sure at first what he looks so stunned about, until you realize that the hands that are cupping your tits are Yuri’s. You don’t say anything, you just let go of his hands, and he slowly pulls away too, bending down to grab his clipboard as Jiro pulls you closer to him, and without any warning, your second orgasam hits, white liquid spilling all over Jiro’s stomach and legs.
Jiro looks up, still pounding into you. “Focus, Yuri.” Jiro says, moaning softly at your gushy walls. Yuri gulps, turning away and going back to his desk.
You can feel your body going limp, and it’s clear Jiro does too, because next thing you know, he’s pulling out of you, moving your body so now you’re on all fours. And as you feel Jiro slowly sliding back in, you whine, throwing your head back to his chest. Jiro sneaks his hand over your chest, cupping your boobs, while the other arm bubs your chest, holding you up.
The rhythm of your breath, his hips, and his quiet moans fill up the room. You can’t hear Yuri scribbling anymore, you can’t hear yourself anymore, you can’t think anymore.
Your bliss was interrupted by Yuri’s screeching voice.
“Honor roll! Focus” Yuri snapped his fingers, pen held with his other hand. “What are you feeling?” You gasp and arch your back more, eyes screwing shut at how Jiro’s cockhead kept hitting that certain spot.
“G-good. F-feels like- ahl-like pressure but-mmm- good-!” You let out a wanton moan, feeling Jiro’s cock twitch inside your cunt. You refused to look back at Jiro, him not having his glasses on made him look like a completely different person, it didn’t scare you, but you knew if you looked at him, you would cum sooner than you wanted, again.
“Jiro, how do you feel? Any signs of sickness?” Yuri doesn’t look up from his notepad as he vigorously writes something down. Jiro slowly pushes himself in and out of you, his mouth a gape.
“No, I don’t. I feel perfectly fine.” He groans, pushing his cock back right into you.
You cry out as another short orgasam hits you, cross-eyed and dazed almost cartoonishly once you do. Your throat ripping with a sob at the feeling of Jiro’s cock going a few inches deeper, even though he wasn’t even trying to go deeper. You were so overstimulated that you only could chant his name.
Yuri, on the other hand, had no idea what to do. It was clear neither you or Jiro were in the “experiment state” anymore, so all Yuri could do was focus and watch both your actions and scribble them down.
“Ah-hah-” Jiro panted, turning you around again so he was hovering above you again, looking down at your fucked out face. He reached out to your face and moved a hair strand out of the way, slowly caressing your check with his pointer finger before he dragged it down to your mouth. You instantly opened your mouth and sucked his finger, tongue swirling and licking it.
“J-Jiro-Jiro-” you chanted his name, at this point, you had no clue or cared what Yuri was telling you, you were only focused on how good Jiro was hitting your spot. You feel Jiro lean down to your war, his breathing becoming raspier, his thrust becoming slower.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He whispers in your ear, and then he thrusts harder and deeper, another orgasam builds inside you as Jiro’s thrusts become desperate.
“F-fuuu-fuck! Mmm- J-Jiro, m-more!” You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore. Jiro chuckles dryly and looks down at you.
“Yeah?” He asks, and then he cums, hard. Jiro thrusts into you with force, pushing your hips closer to his as he comes inside you with the condom still on. You gasp and cum for the nth time, this time your heart was beating fast. Jiro buried his cock deep inside you, and when both of your orgasams calmed down, Jiro’s breath became heavy. He looks down at you and moves more hair out of your face. His hands lingers on your cheek, and as he lets himself keep his touch on you, Jiro slowly turns to look at Yuri, chest heaving, bangs sweaty and sticky, and Yuri who looked too flushed to even think.
