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And you like Tomura. He would always let you watch him playing games, always let you scoot in close. Of course, his tousled hair and chapped lips aren't the most handsome features, but there is something about him.

Something that makes you attracted to him. That makes heat pool in your guts.

So whenever you're at your friend's house, you always try to sneak into his brother's room, getting close to Tomura until he lets you sit on his lap while he teaches you how to play his favorite game.

While your friend is busy preparing dinner, getting everything ready for the movie night, you’re hanging out with his brother.

"C'mon, sit down already," Tomura impatiently gestures towards his lap and you make yourself comfortable on his thick thighs. The gamer chair doesn't budge under your combined weight. It's expensive equipment - just like anything else Tomura owns.

Wrapping his arms around you, he helps you adjust on his lap, instructing you with his raspy hoarse voice how to hold the DualShock controller.

"You need to keep in close—" he settles it on your mound, the left handle pressing almost too perfectly on your clit.

The first time you get hit in the game, the controller vibrates.

And you involuntarily twitch.

The second time, the vibrations send sparks of pleasure through your body, Tomura holding the controller tight against your body, his breath picking up.

And you think he doesn’t realize where exactly the controller is nestled at, or notice you shifting on his lap to have it press against your clit even better. No, he’s really just a nasty pervert wanting to fuck his sibling’s best friend because you give him attention.

So while he's playing with you in his lap he's starting to have his character get hurt on purpose in the game.

"You're doing so good," he rasps, "getting hit is OK. It's actually a good thing—" he lies and the next blow to your character sends another wave of vibrations through your body.

By now, the controller is vibrating non-stop, right on your clit. And your panties are soaked, your face hot, your breath picking up. One particularly hard blow to your character makes the controller vibrate seemingly endless and you whimper in Tomura's lap, hips switching, seeking even more friction.

Because you're close.

It's not like Tomura doesn't notice you being so desperate, hips canting oh so slightly, lips parting and your pupils lust blown.

So he rasps into your ear, "Want me to help?"

But you can't answer, already too close, head falling back against his shoulders, eyes screwing shut as his fingers finally slip underneath your skirt and into your panties – right onto that sensitive, throbbing clit of yours.

Forgotten is the game, controller tossed to the side as he keeps working his fingers over your clit, rubbing frantic circles into it. His dry lips finding your throat, working sloppy kisses over your skin while you all but moan out loud now, uncaring of your best friend close by.

When he finally slides his hand down, over your wet folds and into your tight heat, curling his fingers just right and starting to pump into you, you're lost.

His palm still on your clit, rubbing back and forth with each pump has you sending over the edge, orgasm crashing through you with such force that your legs start to shake uncontrollably.

A high pitched moan falls from your lips while Tomura keeps grazing that rippled spot inside you that has you burning up from the inside, has your eyes roll back and your tongue loll out.

His spit-slick lips latch onto your skin, sucking hard and bruising it instantly as his movements start to slow down, leaving you gasping and totally spent in his lap.