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It's not just that she’s attractive, she has this presence. It's the way she carries herself like she knows exactly where she belongs, the exact opposite of you, who's clutching your cup like a lifeline and feeling so out of place at this party-

"Hey," your friend nudges you, jostling you out of your thoughts. You haven't even noticed that she'd followed you. "You've been staring at her for like, five minutes."

"I have not-"

"You so have," her grin is dangerous. "C'mon. We’re joining that game."

Before you can protest, you're being pulled across the room. A group of college kids are all sitting in a circle, empty sake bottle spinning in the middle, and it takes you almost no time at all to figure out that they're playing seven minutes in heaven.

You sit stiffly at first, trying to disappear into the circle, praying that you won't be chosen to go into the closet. Maki sits up slightly from where she was leaning back on her hands, strong forearms on display. Her eyes flick towards you as you sit down.

She either seems interested or offended that you would even join, and the thought alone makes your stomach flip. You are so fucking pathetic.

"New face?" she questions, voice low enough that it cuts through the noise without needing to be loud.

You swallow. "I guess."

Her gaze lingers for just a second too long, then she looks away, almost in a scoffing manner. "If you're going to play, just try to keep up. I don't need you ruining our fun."

You almost choke on your drink, which you subconsciously have held up to your lips just to hide yourself from the attention of Maki.

It's apparently her turn. She spins the bottle, you watch it blur into a green streak, your heart hammering so hard you can feel it in your throat. It slows to a stop, pointing directly at you.

The circle erupts surprised hollers, a lot of them teasing Maki for having to share the closet with you, but your friend is practically cackling beside you, shoving your shoulder. "Oh my god, yes!"

You can't breathe. Can't think. Your eyes snap up to find Maki already looking at you, and there's something almost predatory in her expression now, a slow smile spreading across her face that makes your stomach drop.

"Well," she says, standing in one fluid motion. "Looks like you get to prove you can keep up after all."

She extends a hand. You stare at it for a beat before your brain catches up and you take it. Her grip is firm, warm, and she pulls you to your feet with an ease that makes you stumble slightly into her space.

Someone points toward the hallway where the closet is. "Seven minutes! I'll start the timer once you both are inside."

Maki doesn't let go of your hand as she leads you through the crowd. Your pulse is racing, palms sweating, and you're very acutely aware of every eye on you as you follow her down the dim hallway. She opens a door, cramped and dark, and pulls you inside.

The door clicks shut behind you, and she locks it, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

Darkness swallows you both whole. You can hear your own breathing, ragged and too fast, while hers is much more steady and controlled. The space is tiny, your back pressed against hanging coats, the smell of fabric softener and the previous pair's cologne thick in the air.

"So," Maki's voice comes from right in front of you, closer than you expected. "You've been staring at me all night."

"I wasn't... I mean, I didn't-"

"Don't lie." Her hand finds your waist in the darkness, fingers curling into your hip, and you gasp. "I saw you. In the kitchen. Watching me. Figured you weren't staring in just admiration, hm?"

Your mouth is dry. You don't even know how to reply. and somehow Maki can sense that, so she continues for you.

"Did you want something from me?" Her other hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your knees nearly buckle.

"Yes," you whisper almost immediately, because what's the point in lying now?

"Good."

You can barely see her coming closely in the pitch blackness of the closet, until she pauses right before your face, breath against your own lips. You make a small sound, and then she's closing the distance.

It's not gentle. Her mouth is hot and demanding, tongue sliding against yours with a confidence that makes you moan into her. She tastes like sake and mint gum, and her body presses flush against yours, pinning you to the wall of coats. You grab at her shoulders, her shirt, anything to ground yourself because this can't be real—Maki can't actually be kissing you like she's been thinking about it all night too.

Her hand slides from your hip to your thigh, fingers digging in as she hikes your leg up slightly. The new angle makes you whimper, and she breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against your lips, "You're so fucking responsive. I like that."

"Maki-" Your voice breaks on her name.

"Shh." Her hand moves higher, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt, and your breath catches. "We don't have much time. And I want to make you cum."

Your brain short-circuits. "What?"

Her fingers are already tracing the edge of your underwear, teasing, and you can feel how wet you are, how obvious it must be. It makes her hum low in her throat, pleased.

"Already soaked," she coos, and there's a smirk in her voice that makes you flush hot with embarrassment and arousal. "Is this what you were thinking thinking about while you stared at me all night? Wanted me to touch you here?"

Her fingers brush over your clothed clit and your legs buck. You can't form words, can only nod frantically as her fingers slip beneath the fabric, sliding through your wetness with agonizing slowness.

"Fuck," you gasp, head falling back against the wall.

"That's it," Maki murmurs, her mouth finding your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point. "Let me hear you."

She circles your clit with practiced ease, and your hips jerk forward involuntarily. The pleasure is sharp and immediate, making your thighs tremble. She works you with maddening precision, slow circles, then faster, then slow again, keeping you on edge.

"Please," you hear yourself beg.

Maki knows. Her fingers slide lower, and then, god—she's pushing one inside you.

The stretch makes you cry out, muffled only by her mouth covering yours again. She swallows your moans as she starts to move, curling her finger in a way that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. You're clutching at her desperately now, nails digging into her shoulders through her shirt.

"So tight," she breathes against your lips. "Taking me so well. Think you can handle another?"

"Yes, fuck, yes-"

She adds a second finger and the fullness makes you whimper. She sets a rhythm that has you rocking against her hand, clit rubbing against the base of her palm. You're chasing the pleasure that's building hot and insistent in your core. The wet sounds of her fingers moving inside you are obscene in the quiet closet, mixing with your ragged breathing and broken moans. It feels so much louder when you know how many people are just outside.

"That's it, baby," Maki says, voice bringing your focus back to her effortlessly. "Ride my fingers. Show me how badly you needed this."

Her wrist angles up further to push more against your clit and you nearly sob at the dual sensation. It feels so good with her fingers pumping into you, curling to hit that spot that makes your vision white out, while her palm circles your clit in tight, perfect rhythm.

"Maki—I'm, oh god, I'm-!"

"I know. I can feel you getting tighter." She bites down on your neck, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make you gasp. "Come for me. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers."

The words shatter you. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, your body clenching around her fingers as pleasure floods every nerve. You cry out, probably too loud, but Maki's mouth is on yours, kissing you through it as you shake and pulse around her.

She works you through it, fingers slowing but not stopping until you're whimpering from oversensitivity. Only then does she carefully withdraw, and you feel the loss immediately.

You're still trying to catch your breath when light suddenly floods the closet. Someone's opened the door.

"Time's up!" your friend calls, grinning like the devil.

Maki steps back, and in the light you can see her smirking, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes dark with satisfaction. She brings her fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean, holding your gaze the entire time.

Your face burns.

"Not bad," she says, loud enough for the gathered crowd to hear. Then, quieter, just for you, "Find me later. We're not done."

She walks out of the closet like nothing happened, leaving you trembling and thoroughly ruined.

Aki lifts his face up a little, his eyes heavy and relaxed. "So good. Denji and Power drive me crazy sometimes... it's nice to just be able to chill with someone."

You nod, feet brushing his under the water. It's a small pool, enough that your legs get tangled together despite being on opposite sides of the tub.

"So you like being around me, then?" You ask, hope tinged in your inflection in a way you wished wasn't as blatantly obvious as it was. It causes a smile to tug at the corners of his lips, playfully kicking your shin under the water.

"Yeah. I do."

Your cheeks get even redder at the implication, and you know it wasn't just the steam that was causing it this time.

"You need to relax more," you murmur mindlessly, staring down at the clear, bubbling water.

He reaches to the side of the tub to grab his cigarettes, half-heartedly nodding as he slips one between his lips, loosely holding it while he lights it and takes a drag. He notices you staring, and so he holds it out in offering.

You shake your head. "Oh... no thank you."

He blows out the smoke and looks at you curiously. "You alright?"

The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them. "Yeah... I just can't help but think how intimate this feels right now."

Aki's brow lifts slightly, and for a moment the only sound is the soft lap of water against the stone edge of the tub. He takes another slow drag of the cigarette, watching you through the cloud of smoke.

"Intimate," he repeats, like he's tasting the word.

You wish you could sink beneath the water entirely. "Sorry. Forget I said anything."

He doesn't look uncomfortable. If anything, the corners of his eyes soften into something quiet and considering. He taps ash over the edge of the tub, unhurried.

"You're not wrong," he mutters finally.

That pulls your gaze up to his. He's looking at you with that same steadiness he always has, the kind that makes you feel like he's already thought three steps further down the road than you have. The steam drifts between you. Under the water, his legs are still tangled loosely with yours, and he makes no move to shift away.

"It doesn't bother you?" You ask carefully.

He considers this with the same deliberate calm he applies to most things. Takes one more drag, then leans over to press the cigarette out against the stone ledge, setting the rest of it aside.

"No," he says simply. His eyes come back to you. "Does it bother you?"

The question hangs there, gentle and without pressure. It's the way Aki tends to do things—giving you the space to answer honestly, or not at all. The water moves in small, warm ripples around you.

You suddenly scoot closer to him, settling against his side. "No, it doesn't," you respond, finally. "Is this okay?"

You see it then, the flush in his cheeks, the pink sitting on the tips of his ears. You make a bold decision, reaching up and pushing his hair back a little. His breathing stutters a little in its rhythm.

"It's fine." Aki responds, reclining back a little, body pressed against yours and his arm falls behind your shoulders. It felt natural, yet both of your hearts hammer against your chests.

"Your hair is getting wet." You say softly, noticing that the bottom of it is brushing the very surface of the water. It's not a big deal, really, but you needed fill the awkward silence that began to stretch between the two of you—saying something just to say something, anything.

"Mm." He doesn't move, uncaring.

You tilt your head just enough to look up at him. From this angle you can see the line of his jaw, the way the steam has curled a few strands of his dark hair against his neck. The flush is still sitting on his ears, pink and telling, and something about the fact that Aki of all people has gotten flustered—quiet, composed, and usually unreadable Aki—makes a warmth bloom beneath your chest.

"You're bad at this," you tell him, gentle enough that it doesn't land as an insult.

He exhales slowly through his nose. "Yeah."

The honesty of it catches you off guard, a quiet admission.

His hand moves—barely—just a slight shift at your shoulder, fingers pressing in a little more.

"But so are you," he adds. The ghost of something almost like a smile at the edge of his voice. "So one of us has to do something about this."

You are unsure of what he means, but his hand shifts from your shoulder, slow and deliberate, fingertips brushing along your jaw to tilt your face up toward his.

He looks at you for a moment first. It's so like him to make sure, reading your expression with those steady eyes before he makes any rash decision.

Whatever he finds there seems to be enough.

He closes the distance quietly, no urgency to it, just the soft press of his lips against yours. The kiss feels right. It's warm and unhurried, tasting faintly of cigarette smoke and something underneath it that's so him.

Your breath catches.

His hand stays at your jaw, thumb resting on your cheek and brushing idly. He kisses you the same way he does everything else, with a calm certainty, like he'd planned this all out already and every decision is calculated.

When he pulls back, it's only barely. Enough to look at you again.

The flush on his ears has deepened. His breathing is a little slower, more controlled than it has any right to be, but you can feel his heartbeat where your hand has come to rest against his chest without you even realizing you'd moved it there.

The steam drifts between you. The water is way hotter than it was moments ago, and then you're grabbing onto his face to bring your lips together again.

You kiss him deeper, tongue sliding against yours until you finally pull a sweet groan from his lips. You end up almost on top of him as you press further and further, wanting to be absorbed by him, and he clearly doesn't mind with the way his hands move to grab your waist and pull you closer.

Your kisses move to his jaw, to his neck, along his collarbones, and then you freeze where your lips rest against his sternum. You feel something press into your thigh.

He's panting softly, looking all embarrassed as he realizes it at the same time as you.

"I'm sorry-" He hurries out, but you shush him immediately by wrapping your hand around the base of his hardened cock.

"Can I?" You ask softly, and it takes him a full three seconds to mentally compute what's happening before he's nodding softly, eagerly.

You start stroking him slowly, hearing his shaky exhale. He slumps as the tension lifts off of his shoulders with another soft moan.

"Yeah?" You ask softly, his eyes drift to you, hooded in pleasure and longing.

"Mhm..." he sighs, "Feels so good."

You keep going, twisting your wrist around the tip on each upstroke, feeling his thighs tense and his hips try to buck upwards, jostling the water.

"That's it... just relax and enjoy it. Were you pent up?"

Aki lets out a little huff, embarrassed, but he also nods again. You smile and pick up the pace, resting your head on his shoulder. You feel him jerk every now and then, especially when your fingers fall over the tip.

"Sensitive here?" You tease, twisting and stroking around the very top of his dick, palm going flat against the slit, making his abs clench and his body go taught.

"A-Ah- I'm going to cum if you do that-" he grits, voice coming out shaky and tight, his hands grip the edge of the tub as he thrashes, water sloshing over the side.

You keep going, chuckling a little at how responsive he is while also being immensely turned on. You feel him shudder, letting out a long moan, followed by a hazy, cloudy-white emulsion floating to the top of the tub. He catches his breath and looks away from your eyes, face inflamed.

You laugh a little harder then, finally giving his poor cock a break and releasing him from your hold. "Don't be shy. That felt good, hm?"

"Shut up," he responds, though he manages to grin, as well. "Of course it did."

The water makes it easy for you to glide onto his lap, pulling him back in for a few more long, slow kisses until you're unable to ignore your arousal any longer.

"Hey, lets get out of here and get a room, yeah?" You suggest, watching as the cogs churn in his brain for the second time tonight. Without warning, his hands wrap under your thighs to hoist you up and lift both of you of the water; a squeal erupts from you as you wrap your legs around his waist hurriedly. "Aki-!"

He looks up at you coyly. "Let's go."

"That's right." You reward him by releasing your hold on his chin and leaning back in his chair, uncrossing your legs and spreading them slightly so he can see that you aren't wearing any panties, bare pussy on display.

You hear his breathing quicken, can see the tips of his ears turning red to contrast his pale skin. He presses his glasses back up his nose, flustered.

You coo at him, leaning down to peck his soft lips. "Where do you think you should start, baby?"

Satoru reaches up and brushes his long fingers over your thighs, his hands shaking a little. "I should undress mommy?" there is uncertainty in his tone, to which you tut and shake your head.

"I'm already undressed, and I think I'll leave my skirt on. Don't you think it's pretty?" you pout, more of a teasing look than anything else.

"Yes s'pretty... very pretty, mommy." he breathes, head falling to rest on the side of your thigh, glasses going lopsided again as he looks up at you with puppy eyes, needing to be told what to do.

Your hand falls to his hair and you soothingly run your fingers through it. He gasps softly at the feeling and you whisper, "You just need mommy to teach you, hm? Poor thing can't figure it out for himself?" you coo, petting him with faux remorse.

But Satoru nods eagerly. "Yes... yes, I'll listen so well for mommy... I'll do a good job for you-!"

You nod, spreading your legs apart further, arousal evident in the glisten of your folds. "See how wet mommy is?"

Satoru breathes heavily, inhaling like he's getting drunk off of your scent alone. "Y-yeah..."

You pull his head towards you by the back of his neck. "Stick your tongue out," you order, voice soft yet firm and he obeys without question. "Flatter... yeah, just like that. Good boy."

Satoru's tongue has flattened against you, eyes fluttering shut to savor your sweetness. When he opens them back up his gaze lifts upwards, seeking reassurance that he's doing it right.

"Mhm..." you moan softly, "Just like that, such a good boy. Just lick nice and slow."

His tongue drags up your folds to your clit, causing a moan to ghost past your lips. Determined, he repeats the action, over and over again until your cunt drips onto his desk chair. You moan, both hands now settling in his hair.

"Okay... now," you start, a little breathier than earlier, "Wrap your lips around my clit. Remember when I taught you how to kiss me?"

Satoru nods, tongue still out, rubbing it loosely against the folds of your pussy.

"It's just like that... kiss my pussy baby." You instruct, groaning as his lips wrap around your clit, tongue gliding over it again and again, making your toes curl.

"F-Fuck Satoru... such a good boy... such a good eater-" you praise brokenly, and he moans between your thighs. You look down to see that his hand has snuck down between his own legs, humping it through his sweatpants, and while normally this is something you'd reprimand him for, you don't give a shit right now.

Your hips are rolling down against his face, he's sucking your clit so good, tongue circling just the right spot- "Right there, mm!" you groan, "Don't you dare stop..."

This makes Satoru all the more determined, his hands gripping your thighs as he shoves his face into your pussy, head shaking back and forth as he eats.

"I'm gonna- I'm cumming... Satoru oh fuck-!"

It's the only warning you're able to give before curling over him, holding his head in place as you grind on his tongue through a shaking orgasm. You convulse and your pussy clenches around nothing as you whimper. Eventually you shove him away from you, the overstimulation too much.

He wipes his mouth with a bit of a dazed expression, taking off his glasses and rubbing away the fog. Once you come down from your high, you look down to see a damp spot under his hand and a sheepish look on his face.

"What am I going to do with you?" you exhale, cupping his cheek with a knowing look. "I'll let it slide without punishment just this once, okay?"

Satoru nods, nuzzling into the side of your hand. "Thank you, mommy, you were delicious."

He pulls back, lips a bit flush and sporting a coy smile. His blue eyes are incredibly perceptive, catching every bit of your body language, and he takes your chin into his hands to direct your focus when he notices that your eyes aren't quite meeting his gaze.

"Hey," he murmurs, his voice low. "Talk to me. We can stop right here."

You grip the fabric of his shirt, crinkling the soft, cotton materials with your fingers. "I want to. I really do. It's just... I've never actually been this far with anyone."

Satoru lets out a slow breath, the realization settling over him. "Is that right?" he drawls, his hand traveling to cup your jaw, his thumb dragging slowly across your bottom lip. "So I'm the lucky one who gets to teach you everything?"

He shifts his weight, his knee nudging your legs apart just a fraction more, asserting a gentle dominance. "Don't look so down. If you're worried because you don't know what you're doing, don't be. I’m a very patient teacher."

He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his voice a silky whisper. "Here's how this works: I'm going to take the lead. All you have to do is feel good for me. Think you can handle that?"

You nod, breathing shaky, not because you're uncomfortable, but because you're nervous... and want this. So, so badly.

He captures your lips again, but this time the kiss is slower, more deliberate—a tutorial in how to lose yourself in someone else. His hands begin to move again, guiding yours to where he wants them, on his back under his white tee.

"That's a good girl..." he whispers between kisses, his own hand sliding under your shirt again to thumb the soft skin of your hip.

His kisses soon travel lower; he presses one to your jaw, then your neck, his thumb cradling and guiding your head to give himself access. It feels so good, his wet kisses traveling down your neck, ghosting over your collarbone. Down, down, until his mouth is hovering over your pajama pants, nuzzling the waistband.

"May I take these off, beautiful?"

You nod, lifting your hips so he can undress you, then he pulls off his shirt. "So fuckin' pretty, baby. Is it okay if I touch you?"

You nod again. "Yes, please."

He cups his hand over your pussy, the thin fabric of your cotton panties is the only barrier between skin on skin, and it makes you gasp as he circles his palm. "That's it... feels good, doesn't it?"

Instead of giving you time to respond, he drags his two fingers up and down your clit, feeling how wet you're getting through your panties, drinking in your sweet, desperate whimpers as your hips drive upwards to chase more friction.

"Patience, babygirl, we have all the time in the world."

His fingers hook around your panties and slide them down your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs to spread them and keep you still. You feel his soft breath fanning your bare pussy, and your entrance is glistening with your juices from how bad you want this.

"Satoru... please..." You whine a little, covering your heated face with your hands.

"Let me see you." he orders, and as soon as you uncover your face you see him lean down, tongue pressing against your lower lips and dragging up to your clit. Your thighs jerk in his hold a little, back arching softly off the couch.

"Fuck!"

Satoru kisses over your clit, his large hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs. "Such a dirty mouth, baby... let me hear more of you."

With that, he dives in. His tongue flattens and drags repeatedly against you, making you cry out and grab his head, grinding against it. His lips wrap around your sensitive bud and suck, fingers finally trailing down your thigh to toy at your entrance.

"Yes, yes! Satoru, yes, please!" You whine, hands shaking from where they're tangled in his hair.

He doesn't let up on your clit as his finger slips inside of you, you're so wet that it goes in without any resistance, pressing deep. Your thighs try to close around his face and they shake a little, but when he curls his finger you moan, a sound that rips from your chest.

"Good god, S-Satoru!" You cry, rolling down onto his finger as he flexes it in a come-hither motion, hitting that spot inside of you that blackens your vision, all while he's practically making out with your pussy.

Another finger joins, and a coil in your stomach starts to tighten. "I think I'm gonna- Sato- I think I'm gonna-!"

He's relentless. His two fingers are pressing and rubbing deep inside of your gummy walls while his tongue circles your clit rapidly, humming around you, utterly content with himself while you're clearly losing your mind.

You cum with small shout, your pussy squeezing and fluttering around his fingers and throbbing under his tongue. He slows down, letting you come down from your high.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, eyes opening after slamming shut, chest heaving as you regain control over your body. "Satoru... oh my god." Is all you can say, and he responds with an airy chuckle.

"You came so beautifully for me," he whispers, climbing back up your body and grinding against you, and only then can you feel how hard he's gotten. "Felt good?"

"Yeah- what's next?" You lick your lips.

Satoru just laughs harder. "Eager, aren't we? C'mere."

He sits up and hoists you onto his lap. "Atta girl," he whispers, fingertips lightly tracing up your thighs to your sides, making you squirm. He finally pulls your shirt off to leave you completely in the nude.

His cock is hard in his sweatpants, you feel it pressing into you as his eyes roam over your exposed figure, lingering on your chest for a moment longer than the rest of you.

"You are so fucking gorgeous."

He leans in and you share an intimate kiss again. You can taste yourself on his tongue, your lips sliding together messily, and this time he grinds up against you. Your pussy is still sensitive after orgasm, and you gasp into his mouth.

"Mm," he hums sucking your bottom lip as he pulls back. "Sensitive?"

You nod, finding it hard to form words when he has you like this.

"Good. That's a good thing," he grunts, pecking your lips again. "It'll feel better when I'm inside of you that way."

Your eyes widen a little, looking down at him from where you're rocking into his lap. "You want to go all the way?"

Satoru pulls back a little, eyes softening like he's afraid he's said the wrong thing. "Of course I do, but I only want to go as far as you're comfortable."

You take a moment, calming your shaky breaths. "I want to. I really want to... I want my first time to be with you."

Satoru nods and kisses you again, then he gently lays you back down so he can take his sweatpants and boxers off. While he's up he fetches a condom from a drawer in the side table, then he's pulling you back into his lap. "You can ride me, baby, that way you can be in control a bit."

You lick your lips hungrily as you stare down at Satoru's dick. It's long and a little curved towards his stomach, flushed pink and glistening at the tip.

"See you affected you make me? You make me feel fuckin' crazy, baby," he breathes lowly, his hands moving down to find your pussy again, to languidly rub your clit in slow circles. "This'll make it hurt less when it goes in. Whenever you're ready."

You have a determined gaze as you wrap your hand around him, giving it an experimental pump. Your confidence boosts as you feel him tense, hear him hiss. He unwraps and hands you the condom, tossing the foil to the ground and letting you slide it over him with a few more strokes. He groans, and then you're lining him up with your entrance, whimpering as the circles against his clit pick up pace.

"Now?" you want confirmation, assurance that what you're doing is correct. He responds with a nod, his large hand grabbing your waist and guiding you down on his cock.

"Fuck..." he groans, watching himself disappear into your pussy, the grip on your side tightening. "Your pussy is fuckin' heaven, baby, does it feel okay? Does it hurt?"

He's searching your face. Your eyebrows are pinched together and your hands find his back, nails digging in as you manage to take it all the way, flush to his balls and pelvis. "Yeah I'm okay... it feels so full."

Satoru pushes your sweaty hair from your face and shifts a little for a bettle angle. His other hand leaves your clit to join the one on your waist, both of them sliding down even further to grab your ass. "Good girl... take your time."

You feel him so deep inside of you, the pressure is in your lower stomach, but it also feels so good, like a tingling sensation, and every small shift is like electricity shooting through your whole body. "Should I move?"

Satoru nods, his own face and chest becoming more flush. "Only if you're ready."

You try to hoist yourself all the way up, and he moans but stops you with a firm grip, "No, no, no— baby," he pulls you back down, guiding you into a rocking rhythm, your clit bumping against his belly each time, and it causes a series of whimpers to slip past your lips. "Yeah, like that. S'better right? Such a good girl... taking my cock so well aren't you?"

You can only manage a nod, your body falling against him as he rocks you on his cock. His tip nudges that sweet spot inside of you, and even with the gentle motion he's big enough to make you feel all of him.

"Satoru, f-feels so good," you whine, tucking your head into his neck so he can feel your labored breathing.

"Feels so good for me, too, baby... doing so well for me." he grunts, one hand cradling the back of your head as you grind into one another.

Your body seizes up, hands shaking against his back. "I think I'm going to cum again-" you whisper frantically, nails dragging down his back. He grunts and speeds up a little. "Wait no- I think I'm gonna pee!"

Satoru shakes his head and doesn't stop, doesn't even seem phased. His voice is tight as he speaks, rhythm faltering. "Not gonna pee, babygirl, gonna squirt for me, aren't you?"

Your eyes roll back as the feeling gets stronger. "I dunno-!" you sob, holding onto him like he's your lifeline, and then you snap.

The feeling that washes over you feels like it's never going to stop—pure waves of ecstasy take over your entire body. "Fuck, holy shit, yes, yes!" you cry, squirting over his cock, pussy pulsing as your body convulses, and your hips are rolling down into his greedily, riding it out.

"Fuckin' hell, baby, shit-!" his hips chase up into yours, his mouth open and panting against your neck, and with a groan and a shudder you feel him release into the condom.

Both of you slow into a lazy stop, chests heaving as you pant against each other's sweaty skin. For your first time, you now realize why everyone is obsessed with sex. Your whole body still tingles.

When the breathing lulls to a silence, Satoru kisses over your chest. "Thank you," you murmur softly, nuzzling against his shoulder.

"No," he whispers back to you. "Thank you, for letting me have you like this.

It registered your absence the way a compass registers being moved from north—not painfully, nor dramatically, just a constant, low, animal awareness of wrong direction.

He would sit beside you and feel the few inches between your bodies like a held breath. He would think about your hand on his wrist and his whole attention would narrow to the memory of it, the specific pressure and warmth of it, the way it had lasted only a second and left an impression like a brand.

And the worst part of this all—the most shameful part—was that the more he got to feel, the more he wanted. He would crave these interactions with you. He'd bring you tea and coffee just to feel the way your knuckles brushed against his. He would purposefully sit closer to you on a bench or in a booth just for the hopes that your knee might nudge against his. It was pathetic really, an angel yearning for attention. But it made his cheeks and tips of his ears hue a pinkish color, made his heart hammer faster in his chest. He wanted your touch, he wanted you to lay your entire body against his, so he can feel the same sparks of electricity that shoot up his arm when you touch his hand, over his entire body.

He wanted—craved what an angel was not supposed to have. And if he continued to indulge, he feared that he may no longer be able to stay within good graces. He'd eventually give in, and he couldn't let that happen. No matter how bad he wanted it.

But it happened when you were both alone in his room in Purgatory Hall. Luke had been with Diavolo and Barbatos making some dessert, and you had come over to, supposedly, study.

You are both in his bed together, since his desk only has room for one chair. There are various papers scattered out before the two of you, and the weight on the bed keeps making him fall towards you on every small shift of movement. You lean over to look at the contents of the paper in front of him, and he's able to look down your shirt and see your cleavage. He fights back his blush and quickly averts his gaze, swallowing hard enough to make an audible sound.

"Are you okay, Simeon? You aren't feeling sick, are you?" You ask softly, voice sweet and laced with genuine concern. You lean in to press your hand against the back of his forehead to check for possible fever, and gods is that not helping his situation.

What the angel hadn't anticipated would be the betrayal of his own body.

He feels himself start to harden under his robes, a foreign feeling. It's literally never happened before, and it causes an overwhelming onslaught of emotions to rush through him.

"W-Wait stop-" He gasps, scooting away from you like he's been burned, holding his hands out in front of him to create a physical barrier between the two of you. "Sorry, just, please give me a moment, I don't feel like myself." He blurts out, hurried. His face has bloomed a pretty red against his golden skin. His chest rises and falls quickly, and he avoids any sort of eye contact with you.

You start to become rather concerned. You think something might be seriously wrong, and you scoot closer, taking his hand and tracing little shapes into his palm.

"Simeon..." You start, voice soft and gentle as if anything louder will break the fragility of the tension between you and the delicate angel. "You know you can tell me if something is bothering you, right? Did you not want to study with me today?"

"No it- it's not that, it's just-" He looks down at his hand, at the small circles you're tracing around his palm. It feels so good, like a trail of fire following your finger. He wants you to light him on fire. And that thought alone, is what makes his eyes become suddenly misty.

You quickly rush to cup his cheeks, using your thumbs to softly brush away his tears. It only makes him cry harder. Your brows pinch up in concern, hiking yourself up on your knees to soothe him. "Simeon, please tell me what is wrong. I don't know how to help you right now-"

"It's you!" He manages to choke out. "I feel things I shouldn't when I'm around you... and it's making weird changes to my body-" He wipes his own tears, collecting himself. "I'm experiencing arousal when angels aren't supposed to."

You take a few seconds to blink, wrapping your head around the information. "Arousal? You mean...?" You look down at his lap. A small tent has formed in his pants, then you look back up to his inflamed face. His lips pout into an ashamed frown, his glossy eyes looking away, as if he is disgusted in himself.

"Simeon, honey, it's okay." You say immediately. You cup his chin and direct him to look at you. Your eyes are warm and inviting, his hand still cupped in your own. "It's completely normal."

"It's not okay. Angel's are supposed to be above this.''

You try to think of the right thing to say. "I think it's more cruel to deny your body of it's natural desires. It's only a sin when you overindulge in it, Simeon. And even if you do- look at Lucifer and his brothers. Do you honestly think they're bad people for giving in to what they want?"

Simeon sits in silence for a moment, and when you start to pull away your hand to give him space he grabs it again and puts it back. "I don't-" He starts, voice small. "I don't want you to stop touching me. Please."

"Okay." You whisper back, softly running your fingertips over his palm, the back of his hand, up his arm. You feel him tense and shiver beneath you.

"It feels good." He whispers back, his hands shaking as he reaches for you, and you don't stop him when they rest on your waist. The position is a bit awkward, but you let him explore at his own pace, with hesitancy.

"Yeah, it does. Do you want to feel more?" You ask softly. It's only a suggestion, an offer. It's not something you are forcing upon him, and surprisingly, he responds with a nod.

"Yeah... yes please."

Your hands wander up his arms, circling his bare shoulders. His breath hitches with the contact. "Would you like to kiss?"

There's no answer for a bit, but you hear his heart going faster in his chest. You allow him the time to decide, not rushing him, but your fingertips still languidly explore his body.

"Sure... if you want to, too." He nods, shifting closer to you a bit clumsily. "Sorry," he whispers, a bit hushed.

"Don't be." You murmur back, leaning in slowly, pausing just when your lips were about to meet. Your hand finds the back of his neck, running your nails through the loose curls there. For a moment, you feel his staccatoed breath against your lips, and then you close the gap slowly.

He makes a soft noise into your mouth as you kiss him, climbing into his lap to deepen it. Your hold on the back of his head has turned into a bit of a cradle, and you brush your tongue against his plush, bottom lip, asking for permission.

When his lips part, you explore him further, and after a minute passes you pull back to look at the dazed angel. He looks utterly beautiful like this. You've never seen him outside of his usual pristine. His hair is sticking up in some places, his lips shiny from shared spit, and the pinkish hue on his cheeks remains prominent.

"You're gorgeous." You whisper, shifting in his lap, your own arousal becoming apparent, and then your hands trace around his ears before coming to rest on his cheeks. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But if you want, we can take it further?"

Simeon just nods, grabbing your hand and kissing the inside of your palm. "This feels like more of a blessing than a sin. Please... please keep going y/n."

You lean in to connect your lips again, and this time, you rock into his lap. You feel his hardness incessantly pressing up into you, and he starts to whimper into the kiss, his breathing stuttering. "Ah- y/n-"

"Shh..." You soothe, grinding into his lap and guiding his hands to your waist, giving him something to hold onto. "It feels good, doesn't it? Just enjoy it..."

Simeon's hands tremble on your waist, struggling to suppress his little grunts and whimpers that spill from him. He squeezes your hips harder. "Oh gods- yes, yes it feels so good, please don't stop y/n, please-" He gasps, words breaking yet coherent enough for you to understand him.

You tuck his head into your neck, hands wrapping around his back to get a better angle. You drag your bodies against each other, feeling his breathing become labored against you.

He might have never experienced anything like this before, but he knows the logistics of it, enough to know that the build in his stomach is probably an orgasm.

"Y/n... I think I'm-"

You roll your hips down harder, determined to get him off. "That's it, angel, you're going to cum for me, okay?"

"Okay, y/n, okay... mmph-!" He gasps into your shoulder, his hips twitching wildly against yours, you feel his thighs shaking and then you see the cum seeping into the robes, soiling them.

"Good boy... such a good boy." You coo, pushing his hair behind his ears. "That was great for your first time. Did it feel nice?"

Simeon is still collecting himself, looking a bit blissed out as his eyes dilate then focus on you. "Yeah- yes. So good, y/n." He manages to let out a small, breathy chuckle.

"What?" You laugh with him, eyes crinkling. "What's funny?"

"It's just-" He sighs, looking down at his disheveled self. "For centuries and centuries I've prioritized my purity. I've never given into any desire of mine, so much so that it's left me rather touch starved." His hands find yours, holding them tenderly.

"I just never imagined that a human like yourself would be the one to undo me."

You smile at him, giggling a little. "Well, maybe it's good to explore a little, then. Maybe your next lesson should be learning how to undo me."

That makes Simeon's eyes darken a bit. Now that he's had a taste, he fears that resistance might become an impossible feat. What's more, falling from grace is starting to look more appealing. He pulls your hand in, kissing along your knuckles.

"I think I'd like that very much. Where do I start?"