what a tragedy!

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looking up from her phone, a chuckle falling from her lips — low and husky — as she sets her device aside. he's right . . . most of the people have cleared out from this tiny party, leaving the two of them alone. leaning back in her seat, she crooks her finger at the other, "alright, big boy . . . tell me," ruilin prompts, "how do you intend to make things a bit more interesting?" she asks.

her grin grows as he comes closer, crowding her into her seat, arms placed on the back of the couch as he leans over her. she spots the spark in his eyes, "c'mon now, don't keep me waitin' . . . i love a good game," she coos, a manicured hand reaching out to tug at the edge of his shirt before it disappears beneath the fabric . . . soft hands meeting the hard planes of his abdomen, trimmed nails scratching across the dips and rises of his muscles, going upwards.

"strip poker's borin' when it's just two people," she muses, hand still teasing gojo's figure, watching him lean closer. "we could skip all that and get straight to the prize," she muses, shifting so she could sit up and lean up towards gojo, feeling his breath fan across her cheeks.

to say she wasn't nervous is a lie, but megumi's so reassuring and gentle . . . she wants to trust him. he's made her feel so good, her thighs felt sticky and wet, megumi's face wet and shining in the dimly lit room . . . there's an odd edge to his eyes, almost predatory, hungry . . . she watches with curiosity and anticipation, watching him wipe his face.

is this normal? she has no idea. she has no comparison . . . aside from the lewd tales she hears from colleagues and friends, but all she did during those times were awkwardly laugh it off . . . and now that she's in this situation, she wished she listened . . .

underneath the predatory edge, she feels concern and care . . . a soft voice asking if she's okay, if she can keep going. her eyes had traversed down megumi's naked torso to his pants, she swears she sees him straining against the only confines that restricts him.

"y-yeah . . . i'm . . . i'm okay, i can keep going," she replies, nodding her head, messing up her hair even more. only when he was sure she was okay, does he keep moving, gentle fingers massaging circles into her smaller body, lower and lower and a soft gasp leaving her lips when his hands slips between her thighs again and a soft whine when there's gentle jolts of pleasure traveling through her body.

'let me take care of everything.' he says

whines turn into airy moans that is muffled by the other's lips, she tastes herself upon his lips, in his mouth . . . the kiss is sloppy and wet, it masks the sound of his fingers covered in her slick, pumping in and out of her slowly, stretching her out. she's not sure how long they've been going at this, how many times she's already came on his lips and on his hand . . . she's sure the sheets beneath her is RUINED beyond saving.

wide eyes looking up at the other, fingers fidgeting with the fraying edge of her shirt, "i don't know what you mean," she says, looking guilty. in truth, she did . . . and truthfully, she doesn't want megumi to go either . . . she wanted to spend more time with him.

her friends tried to teach her how to seduce a man . . . and well, xinyue isn't actually sure if she's doing it correctly. from wearing megumi's old shirt he left in her dorm room, shorts that were way too short so his shirt covered it, sticking close to the man . . . acting innocent — albeit, she didn't have to try this one, she looked innocent as she is — and well, they said, if all else fails, just be upfront.

shifting her weight, "is it working?" she asks, the collar of his shirt slipping off her shoulder to reveal more skin, to remind the taller that the smaller girl isn't wearing underneath his old shirt, and that he if he just looks down, he could probably see into her shirt. her smaller stature served to remind the other that he could easily manhandle her, carry her off anywhere.

she gnashes her teeth, retort at the ready but it quickly dies in her mouth when he moves again and a MOAN replaces the words that meant to leave her swollen lips. manicured nails dig deep into his biceps, leaving angry red crescents upon bruno's skin as he restarts his pace.

gasps and moans falling from her lips, hands scrambling for purchase . . . digging angry red scratches down his muscled back, head thrown back, "fuck . . . right there," she gasps out, feeling warmth pooling into her abdomen, a whimper of bruno's name leaves her lips again as he grinds against her g-spot, slowing down again and letting her orgasm die once again.

"you son of a bitch," she grinds out, eyes snapping open when he shifts to just minutely grind against her, shallowly thrusting into her. she hates the way he grins down at her, she hates how much power he holds over her right now. she could. no, she should flip their position . . . take control.

making up her mind, hand shifting to rest on his shoulder and her legs shift to get better stance . . . if he's going to keep denying her, she's just going to take what she wanted. a shift in her stance, using a bit of her abilities, she shoves the man, changing their position in a roll. legs now resting beside the man's hips, hovering over the other.