Xevia 🌸

   You gave in to your desire: you slipped away to a hidden corner of the library (or, more precisely, Hiromi pulled you along, and you obeyed her), Higuruma presses you against the bookshelf the moment you’re alone, kissing you with such fierce passion that a loud moan escapes your lips. He kisses you eagerly, like a starving wolf that, after a long time, can finally taste the delicious meat it has been craving. And even though he kisses you roughly, his touch is tempered and slow; he massages your hips, waist, stomach, and arms as if he’s afraid that if he touches you too harshly, he’ll hurt you. Or as if he can’t believe that his long-cherished dream is coming true.

   His fingers timidly touch the bottom of your T-shirt and the edge of your skirt. Leaning away from you, he watches yearnfully, his black eyes shining with desire, waiting for you to make a move so he can follow or fulfill your request like a loyal knight. He doesn't think you realize how tightly he's holding back his dirty urges so he doesn't do something you wouldn't want or that would scare you away, but his hard member pressing against your thigh doesn't help keep his secret.

   And honestly? Didn’t you think you’d find it so arousing that a man desires you with such intense, overwhelming passion — passion he can barely control — just so he can keep up with your pace? If the kiss before and the forbidding didn’t turn you on, this will.

   “You’re unpredictable, you know,” he says, cupping my face gently. “And beautiful. A dangerous combination.”

   He kisses you again. His lips move slowly and gently against yours, much more reserved than the first time. You run your fingers through his short black hair, wrap your arms around his shoulders as you press your body against his. A loud moan escapes you when he presses his knee between your legs against your most sensitive spot.

   “Shh… We don’t want anyone to hear us,” he scolds. “Right?”

   “Mhm…” you mumble, but Hiromi doesn’t like the answer. He cups your face so he can look into your eyes. He rubs his leg against you again, but before you can let out a lustful, sweet moan, he presses his thumb against your lips.

   “Answer me when I ask you something, sweetheart.” He takes his finger away.

   “No,” you whisper. “I want only you to hear me.”

   “That’s it… Good girl…” He presses a long, soft kiss on your lips. Then he invites you to kiss him as he gently guides you to the table and sits you down on it. His warm fingers stroke your bare thighs, pausing at the hem of your skirt. He leans away from you, caresses your chin, and simply watches you, his eyes drinking in the sight before him so it can remain forever in his memories. He fantasizes about this so often — holding you in his arms, touching you, and tasting you. He’s waited so long to find out if your skin is really as soft as he imagines. What sounds do you make when you voice your lustful pleasure or when you climax? He wants to know.

   His hand gently slides up under your skirt, not fast or rough enough to startle you, but just enough to signal what he wants. You exhale softly and sharply as you nod your head in agreement and slide toward the edge of the table to get closer to him. But when he doesn’t move or show any sign of touching you, you look up at him.

   “Touch me, please.” You run your hand down his chest, stopping at his belt. You pull him close to you, his hardness pressing against your sensitive spot through his pants. “I want to feel your skin against mine… as you move inside me, pleasuring me while you kiss me… I’ve been fantasizing about you for so long.”

   “Did you fantasize about me? That’s really flattering, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he kisses you just below your ear. “And what happened in your fantasy? What did I do to you? Tell me so I can fulfill it for you.

   “N-No way… It’s so embarrassing,” you bury your face in his shoulder, hiding your embarrassment.

   “Is it more embarrassing than doing something inappropriate in a library? Or maybe it’s even more embarrassing that we broke your brother’s rule?”

   He kneels down on the floor, running his hand along your inner thigh, pulling your dress up slightly, while his shiny, dark irises maintain eye contact with you. He caresses your skin, so close he’s almost touching your underwear — torturing you, driving you crazy, just so you’ll satisfy his curiosity and reveal to him your sinful daydreams, which you’ve carefully hidden from the world. But mostly from him.

   And when he presses a kiss against your skin, that awkward feeling fades. You tilt your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips as you squirm impatiently on the table. He gives you another kiss, higher up this time. “Do you want me to keep going? Hmm?”

   “Please…” your voice trembles.

   Higuruma laughs darkly, then leans even closer to you — you feel his warm breath on your underwear.

   “Tell me, and I’ll keep going.”

   “You’re so mean…!”

   "Mhm. " You can see him smiling right in front of you, even though your skirt covers his head. You honestly want to whimper to give voice to your neediness, but when he rubs his nose against your sensitive spot, you bite your lip hard.

   "This is what I’ve mostly fantasized about…" you say in a trembling voice. You take a deep breath as Hiromi moves, lifts your thighs, and plants a kiss on your panties. However, you know he'll stop the moment you don't continue, so you gather all your strength to overcome your embarrassment (and, of course, to make sure you're not too loud) . Your face is burning with embarrassment, not because you’re in the library and someone could walk in on you at any moment, but because you’re revealing your secrets to him. "That you kneel between my legs and are about to pleasure me... You place my legs on your shoulders because you love it when I squeeze them around you... You grip my hips so I can't escape from you, while—"

   Your voice fades away — Hiromi pulls your legs onto his shoulders, grips your hips just as he does in your fantasies, then licks along your mound and kisses your clit. Your underwear sticks to his saliva and wetness as he licks you over and over again, and the desire intensifies within you. "Y-yes, you're doing it just right..." you murmur satisfyingly. You run your fingers through his short hair, pulling him close to you, which he acknowledges with a satisfied grunt. "Take off my panties, because you can't wait any longer and you want to taste me already… You want to feel my juices on your tongue…" Like a storyteller narrating a naughty tale, you paint a picture of your fantasy before him, which Higuruma eagerly fulfills. Within moments, your underwear lies on the floor. A moan escapes from both of you as Higuruma’s tongue enthusiastically licks your now bare pussy. You sigh Hiromi’s name in quiet adoration, spreading your legs as if you were praying to a god.

   “You’re much more delicious than I ever imagined…” Higuruma murmurs. He licks and sucks your lips so shamefully loudly. Then he finds your clit, drawing quick circles around it with the tip of his tongue, sending waves of desire rushing through your body.

   The words catch in your throat as you muffle your moans with your hand, afraid of exposing yourselves. And Hiromi is so merciful that he doesn't stop, waiting for you to continue telling him your fantasy. Though he would much rather satisfy his own selfish needs — you make him drunk with every part of you, your soft, smooth skin, the way you squirm in his hands, tugging at his hair, trying to stifle your moans. Your taste is the other thing he can’t get enough of.

   He slurps, drinks your juice, pushes his tongue deep inside you. He moves slowly, sensually, while rubbing his nose against your pearl — the pleasure hits you with wild intensity, pulls the ground from under your feet, and pushes you farther and farther away from the real world. Tears roll down your cheeks, you tremble, clinging to him desperately, as if he were the only anchor in your world. And Hiromi is just as overwhelmed by this naughty pleasure; your pussy is warm, pulsing around his tongue, and he slurps and swallows your wetness. His cock presses uncomfortably against his jeans, screaming and begging to be set free, to sink into your wet, warm pussy and claim it as his own. Not letting you go until you’re dripping and trembling from it, he fulfills all your secret, lustful desires — just so he can do it all over again later.

   “Cum,” he mutters. It’s not a command, but a plea. And since he’s begging so sweetly, why wouldn’t you?

   The orgasm hits you before you even realize it; you only notice it when it crashes over you like a hot tsunami. The warmth and bliss of the euphoria silences the noise of the world, washing you in pleasure. It takes long minutes for you to return to reality.

   Higuruma stands before you, his face flushed, his gaze clouded by the post-orgasmic daze. Cupping your face in his palms, he kisses you, slowly pulling you back down to the floor.

   “You did so well, sweetheart” he murmurs in your ear, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s continue at mine… I want to make even more of your fantasies come true.”

   Oh, there still is so much more!

<𝟑 .ᐟ sukuna ryomen (public sex)

   You could feel the tension in the air when you got into his car, but this wasn’t an unusual situation for you two. You’d met before your brother even introduced you — at some stupid frat party that got so out of hand you ended up hooking up on a complete stranger’s couch. It was just a one-night stand (though, to be honest, you really hoped you’d run into each other again to do it all over). You wrote it off as a fling.

   Until one random thursday, when Toji introduced you to his best friend, whom he’d met at the gym. You saw Sukuna freeze for half a second, but you also saw him steal glances at you afterward — as if he wanted to make sure you were really the girl from that certain night.

   When Toji noticed how he was eyeing you, he made it clear to Sukuna: if he touches you, he’ll beat the crap out of him.

   But it happened before he even knew who you were, so is it really his fault? No.

   But the fact that you’ve been sleeping with him over and over again ever since, against the warning and behind your brother’s back? That’s more likely. Does he feel even a hint of guilt about it? Not really.

   Okay, maybe a little.

   Yet when you sit on his lap, squirming and moaning like a professional pornstar just from him fingering you — every forbidden moment is well worth it. You’ve already soaked his fingers, dripping not just on his pants, but also on the car seat. He squeezes your neck, easily overpowering you and dominating you without any effort.

   "Ah!" You're loud, but you don't care at all when he's doing such a good job. His fingers are thick and long; no matter how many times he pleases you, you can't get used to it. He fingerfucks you roughly, wickedly, and torturously: his middle and ring fingers torturing your sensitive spot, hitting it every time, while his thumb massages your clit. The lustful pleasure clouds your mind; your whole body is hot, sensitive to every twitch and touch. You’re so close to coming! It would take just a little more to push you over the edge and experience the pleasure that no one has ever been able to show you before, but the stimulation isn’t enough! Always, always when you could come, Sukuna misses your sensitive spot or forgets about your clit. “Ryo!” You cry out miserably, filled with childish tantrums and angry despair.

   He laughs, richly and sadistically: he enjoys your suffering; your impulsive outbursts amuse him.

   "Something wrong, little one?," he murmurs in your ear, biting your earlobe. He holds your throat tightly, pressing you completely against his chest, spreading your legs even wider with his thighs (as much as is possible in his car), as if he wants the whole world to see. A shameful moan escapes your lips as his hard cock presses against your ass. “Come on, use that smart little mouth of yours. Just a moment ago, you were explaining so excitedly and proudly how terrible a partner I am. Where’s that confidence now?” he growls. At the end of the question, he roughly hits your sensitive spot. You cry out miserably, trembling as tears wash over your face.

   "R-Ryo-!"

   "Mhm, go ahead and moan my name." He bites your neck, hard enough to leave teeth marks on your skin. "Can you hear how wet you are? Mhm?" He fingers you faster, the gushing sound louder — a sound that would make you hide in shame at any other time, but now you just moan even more lustfully. "No matter how hard you try to deny it, your pussy doesn't lie: she loves me. She loves the way I pleasure her and the way I use her however I want. She begs for my cock; she begs for me to fuck her and cum inside her."

   He pulls away from you, and you let out a bitter cry. You try to move to finish what he started, but he beats you to it: he pulls down his pants and boxers, reaches under your knees, grabs them, and pulls them up. Your back presses against his chest, your thighs against his chest, so you’re completely squeezed together. He spreads your legs apart, exposing your most precious spot — if anyone were near the car, they’d see your true self. But shame doesn’t overwhelm you. How would it be possible when his hard, throbbing cock is rubbing against your aching, horny pussy? You reach for him clumsily, lifting your hips (as much as you can in this position) to touch his cock to your wet pussy and push it inside you.

   But Sukuna presses you tightly against his chest, robbing you of the chance to give both of you what you crave. Ryomen has other plans: he kisses your neck, nuzzles your chin with his nose, while his cock thumps against your sensitive clit.

   “Beg.”

   “What?” you blink at him with teary eyes.

   “Beg for my cock,” he repeats. “Beg for it and beg me to fuck you.”

   You turn your head away from him so he won’t see how flustered you are and how much he’s getting under your skin. Unfortunately, Sukuna knows you well and knows exactly how to handle your petty tantrums, how to break down your stubbornness and pride to get what he wants. He knows very well that you love it when he murmurs softly, his voice rumbling, and plants flattering kisses on your neck and behind your ear. He’s the one who knows your body so perfectly, knows just how sensitive you are at times like this (though it doesn’t take a genius to notice), how you tremble and squirm in his arms, and he knows exactly what to do to fuel your frustration, deepening your starved desire and pushing you toward the brink of submission. He knows you won’t cling to your pride for very long if he rubs his cock against your clit hard enough and long enough to tease you, but not long enough to give you any kind of pleasure.

   “Come on, little one, don’t be shy,” he bites your earlobe. “Tell me how much you want my dick. You cry every time I fuck you because it feels so good. We both know you turn into a dirty, hungry slut when it comes to my dick,” he growls. He lifts you up, presses his cock against your entrance, pushes it against you; you can feel it throbbing, feel how hard it is. Your whole body tenses, your breath catches, waiting for him to enter you, but he pulls away from you again.

   “Ryo!” you cry out in frustration, which only makes Sukuna laugh loudly.

   “Hmm, why are you so angry? I’m suppose to be the one who’s angry. You lied!” he growls. Then he shifts his grip, wrapping one arm around your thighs while grabbing your neck with the other. He squeezes your throat, choking you. He kisses you, dominates you, takes control of you as his tongue breaks through your lips and fills you completely. Suddenly he pulls away from you, reaches between your legs, and furiously massages your clit. You moan; your voice fits shamefully into a porn movie, which Ryomen mocks with a laugh. “See? See how you react to my touch? Beg if you want my cock. That’s all you can really do, since you’ve already upset me.”

   “Ryo-! Please!” you cry out loudly. Trembling, you feel how close you are to orgasm. “P-Please, just fuck me! I want your cock… to cum inside me, to make me completely yours!”

   “It wasn’t that hard, was it?” he growls with satisfaction as you moan softly.

   And as if that’s all Ryomen had been waiting for, he rubs his cock against your swollen lips, then guides his tip to your sensitive spot and thrusts into you with a nice, slow motion. You moan together; you tremble, clawing at his shoulder, his arm, the car seat — anything — as the orgasm rushes through your body and mind like a hot wave. “Good girl…” Sukuna mutters. “You’re still insanely tight… and fucking hot. You drive me crazy, I love this pussy.”

   He grabs your knees again, lifts you up, then lowers you down. He thrusts into you slowly, deeply, and gently. He almost tears you apart — his cock is so big and thick. No matter how long you've been doing this, you just can't get used to it! And in this position, with every single stroke, he fills you completely, hitting your sensitive spot, driving you toward your orgasm, which is approaching faster than you would have thought.

   At the same time, it’s still not enough. You want more! You want it rougher!

   And Sukuna does too — he changes your position: he puts your legs up on the dashboard, your hands on the car seat, grabs your waist, and lifts you up to hold you securely. Then he starts moving beneath you: he moves his hips at a fast and ruthless pace, leaving you no time to get used to the new position. The car is filled with slapping, smacking, and the intense smell of sex, accompanying Sukuna’s movements, making it clear to the world just exactly what kind of dirty thing they’re doing. Luckily, there aren’t many people out this late at night.

   “Ah! Ah!” you moan lustfully, desperately clawing at the car’s fabric. “I-I-It feels so good… R-Ryo-!”

   "Mhm? Really? You like it?" You can't see it, but you know he's grinning. Smugly and proudly, because you're openly praising him. "Do you enjoy it? Do you enjoy how I'm using you? I'm sure you do, since you're acting like a filthy slut."

   "Mhm! Y-Yes… It feels so good… Come inside me! I want to feel you inside me!"

   "Hah," he laughs mockingly. "Did my cock get you that drunk? You’ve completely lost your mind."

   And he moves even faster. He's faster than you ever thought possible. The pleasure runs through your body; with every single stroke, he builds your orgasm brick by brick with such fierce intensity that the whole world fades away around you, and you can focus only on the pleasure building between your legs. Euphoria tears your body and mind apart; you’re burning up inside, and the bliss is overwhelming.

   “Come on my cock,” Ryo commands you, as if he knows you need his permission. Like some kind of lustful spell, you reach the peak of ecstasy, which buries you beneath it like a tsunami. You moan aloud and shamefully, collapsing as you ride the waves of orgasm. But Sukuna is there to catch and hold you: he wraps his arms around your waist and chest, pulling you close with his muscular arms, providing a steady support as you float into the pleasant haze of unconsciousness. “That’s it… good girl! You’re acting like a real slut, making my dick wet, you’re so tight — begging me to make your pussy mine… ” The longer he murmurs in your ear, the sloppier his hips move, the closer he gets to orgasm, but he wants to hold it out. To savor this moment. Just like every time you two fuck. "But you're mine... Right? You don't belong to anyone else, only me. No one else can have you, you're only mine. Say it! Come on!"

   "I-I-I'm yours… just… yours, R-Ryo—"

   Just like with you, all it took for him to reach his peak was for you to respond to him with a tired, weak moan. He thrusts upward with a loud groan, three or four times, while his warm cum paints the inside white.

   The only sound in the car is your heavy breathing; the afterglow of sex falls over you as Sukuna’s arms wrap tighter around you, almost unnoticeable, while he plants a tiny kiss on your forehead. Just like every time, letting you know: you did a good job.

   Or maybe something else? Who knows.

“R-Rin!” You feel the blush creeping up your cheeks, though you don’t know if it’s because of his unexpected closeness or because you’ve been caught.

“You know, I feel pretty hurt,” he says, stepping in front of you to look you in the eye. He holds you by the hips, tracing tiny circles on your sides with his thumb. “That you didn’t tell me and kept it a secret.”

“I had good reason,” you say, grabbing his shoulder and clutching his shirt tightly, afraid you might trip and fall even now. “I kept it a secret on purpose.”

“Why?” Rin gently rubs your noses together after stealing a quick kiss from you. “Did you think I’d laugh at you for being clumsy? Or make fun of you? Hm?” he murmurs in a deep voice. His tone, usually cold and bored, is now warm and loving — something foreign to others. But his love-filled kindness, his touch, his whispers, and his attention make you feel flustered.

You bury your face in his neck, hiding from his fox-like gaze, but your boyfriend won't let you — he lifts you off the skateboard, so you're five centimeters shorter, but at least you're standing on solid ground. He cups your face in his palms and smiles smugly at you.

“So what’s your explanation?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” you mumble, blushing.

“By skateboarding?” he asks, stunned.

“I know it sounds stupid!”

“No, not at all…” he laughs, unable to suppress it. “I like that you were thinking, ‘Hmm, how could I surprise Rin? What if I showed him some sick skateboarding tricks? Then he’d definitely fall for me again!’”

“Again?” you raise your eyebrows. Suna freezes, staring at you like a deer caught in the headlights. He blushes as the silence between the two of you drags on, and suddenly your little secret plan doesn’t seem so childish after all.

“So that was your plan? That’s really sweet of you,” Rintaro says, trying to change the topic from himself and the elephant in the room, but you won’t let him get away with it.

“No, no! You’re not escaping like this!” you grab his hand, but your boyfriend jumps onto his skateboard and is trying to ride off with it. “Hey! Don’t steal my board!”

“You can’t even stay on it!”

“I’m getting pretty good at it!”

“Even if you practiced for another month, you still wouldn’t be able to stand on it because you’re so stiff!”

“Your ass is stiff…!” you mutter under your breath, and fed up with having to run after him, on a sudden impulse, you jump on his back. You surprise him, and he almost loses his balance, but he quickly regains it and wraps his arms around your thighs to support you. He adjusts his bag and his grip to hold you more securely, while you grin happily, as if he wouldn’t drop you at any moment.

Silence hangs over you for minutes as you roll around on the board before you break it: “So… do you fall in love with me again?”

“Ahh,” he groans painfully and exhaustedly. “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“No~!”

“You’re annoying…”

“But you still love me!” you swing your legs like a little kid. You plant a kiss on his cheek.

Suna glances down at your legs, her eyes lingering on the scrapes on your knees, which she gently traces with her thumb, almost as if she’s not even touching them.

“Don’t practice without me anymore,” she says, straightening her posture. “If you keep this up, you’ll be covered in bruises. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

   You want more, you crave more — you want to feel his body against yours while he fucks you.

   “You just had to run your mouth and tease me- hgr… right? You always do this- you provoke me just to get my attention…” His voice is deep and husky with pleasure; he can’t hide his desire. His palm slides down to the nape of your neck, gripping your hair tightly, yet with every touch, he only whips up your pleasure. “You’re acting like a slut… And you’re even loving it that I’m using you…” He laughs darkly, then suddenly pulls your head up. You gasp for air, but not for long, because Levi immediately shoves two fingers into your mouth. You reflexively start sucking on them as you look up at him. “Fuck…” His gaze darkens, his whole body tenses as if he has to hold himself back.

   For a moment, you just stare at each other, watching to see what the other will do.

   Then he grabs the back of your neck, roughly, before kissing you. Passionately and animalistically, he dominates the kiss, not letting you take control even for a moment. He guides you to his desk, pressing his body against yours while running his hands over your curves. You moan when he grabs your breast and starts teasing your nipple through your clothes. He pulls away from you, and you stare at each other, panting, lust completely clouding your minds.

   “I’ll give you a chance,” he says, grabbing your throat, “to leave if you don’t want to continue. But if you stay,” he squeezes a little tighter, “I won’t stop until I’m done. Not even if you beg and cry.”

   “I’m not that weak, Levi,” you lean in close to him. Your noses touch. “I’m not going to run away, and I’m not going to break down, so show me what you’ve got.” You run your hand over his chest, then grab his cock. A deep groan escapes his chest as you begin to move your hand, pleasuring him at a steady pace. You lean toward his neck, covering his skin with tiny kisses.

   “You’re still so damn annoying,” he growls. In the blink of an eye, he pushs you away, lifts you onto the table, and spreads your legs so he can step between them. “You’re so bratty,” he mutters, and you just giggle. But your laughter is quickly replaced by moans as he reaches under your underwear and massages your pearl. “You’re fucking wet… Shit—”

   “More!” you beg. You lift your hips so his fingers touch you in a different spot where you’d be much happier to be touched, but Levi makes sure that doesn’t happen. He squeezes your throat while slowly and agonizingly massaging your clit.

   “You have to stay quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear us,” he reminds you that you’re still at the university and are about to have sex in his office. With a gaze clouded by pleasure, you nod in agreement, just so he’ll give you what you crave.

   And he does, thrusting two fingers inside you.

   “Yes, yes, yes!” you moan loudly, ignoring his earlier request. How could you, when he’s fingering you so brilliantly? Your legs tremble, and you move your hips in perfect sync with Levi’s movements. “It feels so good… Ah! I’m- I’m going to- L-Levi- Ah!” You feel yourself reaching the peak of pleasure, you feel yourself getting closer to it step by step, when suddenly the pleasure suddenly ends. “What?” You stare at Levi as if you’ve been slapped in the face.

   “I told you to be quiet.”

   “But- !”

   The words stuck in your throat; you watched dumbstruck, as he loosened his tie, took it off, placed your wrists and forearms together, and wrapped it around them before tying it. Not so tight that it hurts, but tight enough that you can’t slip out of it. Then he pulls your panties down and shoves them into your mouth. You moan, tasting yourself on the fabric, which is already getting wet with your saliva. He lifts you off the table, turns you so your back is to him, and pushes your head down. Clumsily, almost helplessly, you obey him, bracing yourself on your forearms, tilting your head against the hard board as Levi spreads your legs apart.

   “If you keep making noise like that, you won’t cum” Levi promises in his deep, hoarse voice. He lifts your skirt, revealing your most precious part to him. He runs his fingers along your lower lips, caressing them, while his other hand slaps your bum. “Fucking beautiful… It’s begging me to wreck it.”

   You moan, but you’re much quieter now. The panties stuffed in your mouth really do help smother your voice. On the other hand, you’re still loud enough for Levi, because he’s slapping your ass hard. “Watch out... if you make a loud noise, you won’t cum, no matter how much you beg me.” 

   You glance over your shoulder; his steel-blue eyes flash darkly, harshly, screaming raw dominance and the fact that he’s not joking — if you don’t listen to him, you’ll only end up regretting it.

   And he just proved a moment ago that he really will do it.

   You bury your head in your arms, whimpering, surrendering to him and waiting impatiently for him to do something.

   “Mhm, well done… You know how to behave when you want to…” He mutters softly, as if he isn’t really speaking to you. He gently caresses your ass, then you feel his hard, throbbing cock. He runs the tip of his cock along your lower lips, your legs tremble as he taps your clit — he teases you, tortures you, drives you completely crazy. Then he thrusts into you with a single hard, long stroke, knocking the wind out of your lungs and clouding your mind.

   “Mhmmm!” you moan, the pleasure running through your body like a hot tsunami before you can even stop it. You collapse trembling onto the table; if Levi weren’t holding you by the waist, you’re pretty sure you’d collapse.

   “You came already? From just that?” he mutters. He strokes your bare thigh with one hand while smoothing your back with the other, sweeping your hair aside and leaning down toward you. “That doesn’t mean I’m done, though,” he murmurs in your ear. He plants a gentle kiss on your temple. “I told you right from the start.”

   And he starts moving: fast, hard, and monotonously. Trembling, you claw at the table; you’re much more sensitive than usual from the orgasm you just had, and you feel his cock much more intensely as it moves, feeling his touch as he rubs your butt, your boobs, and your hips. He slaps your ass, you yelp at the blow, and he immediately pushes your head down.

   “You’re so tight… So warm and wet, as if you were made just for me-” His voice cracks as pleasure takes over him. “You’re driving me crazy… You’ve been teasing me for so long,” he growls. He grips your hair tighter. He reaches between your legs, finds your sensitive spot, and begins to massage it with his fingers, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. “I won’t let you go. I don’t care about Erwin and his miserable ban-” The more he talks, the more careless his hip movements become. “You’re mine…”

   He pulls the panties out of your mouth, which are already completely soaked with your saliva, grabs your chin, and kisses you. He overwhelms you with his passion and intensity, drinking in your moans, because his fingers continue to play with your clit without stopping. Tears spill from your eyes.

   “Come on, cum on my cock!” he hisses at you.

   And your body, like an obedient servant, complies with his instructions: the blinding heat of his release washes over you. Moaning and trembling, you ride the waves of pleasure, surrendering yourself completely to the lust. Levi’s final thrusts are raw, rough, holding you tight as he comes deep inside you.

   You collapse onto the table, panting; it takes a few minutes for you to sober up from the euphoria and regain your bearings.

   Levi moves first: he strokes your chin with his thumb and kisses your temple. Then he pulls out of you, and you wince at the unpleasant sensation. He wipes you down with something, carefully, to avoid the sensitive areas. He sits you down on the chair. He composes himself, then fixes your hair and makeup, and finally tidies his desk. The only signs of what you’ve done are the tie around your wrists and your crumpled underwear lying on the desk.

   “Are you okay?” There’s no trace of the cold, animalistic Lev from before, but he’s not that emotionless figure from whom you can’t read a thing either. His touch is gentler, more devoted, as he works to free you from the restraints.

   “Mhm,” you nod. Suddenly, you feel shy in front of him. “I should probably head out soon, before class ends.”

   “That’s a good idea,” he replies. He stands up, giving you room to move. You reach for the underwear to put it on, but he beats you to it and tucks it into his pocket. You look up at him in confusion, opening your mouth in outrage, but he beats you to it: “I’ll give it back tonight when I come over.”

   Oh, what have you gotten yourself into!

<𝟑 .ᐟ eren yeager (fratboy!au)

   There were times when you daydreamed that your brother’s best friend — the handsome, funny, and kind Eren — would see you as more than just Armin’s little sister, whom he was supposed to look after. Or that he wouldn’t treat you like just another buddy at all. Sometimes you fantasized about what it would be like if he kissed you secretly at your bedroom window after climbing up to see you, so your brother wouldn’t find out about you two, and made sweet promises to you. And sometimes, not-so-innocent images crossed your mind when you were alone in the solitude of your room.

   But you never would have believed that any of them could actually come true! You didn’t dare to daydream about such things.

   Yet here you are now: lying on his bed in his room, moaning with your legs spread wide as Eren pleasures your most sensitive spot. One moment you were explaining math equations from calculus to him, and the next you find yourself here.

   Your appearance is a mess: your hair is a mess, your glasses are dangling off the tip of your nose, your sweater is crumpled, your skirt and panties are lying somewhere on the floor, your thighs are wet and trembling. You clutch the blanket, letting Eren lead you into the valley of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.

   He’s doing it so well!

   He doesn’t rush; he gently and slowly licks, nibbles, and sucks on your lips, not neglecting your poor clit or your hole either. He pays attention to how your body speaks to him: what makes you tense with excitement, what makes your moans louder, what makes you start squirming in his arms, and what it is that you don’t like.

   And he learns quickly.

   “It’s so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs against you. He strokes your thigh, which lies on his shoulder, and gives it a squeeze. “It tastes so delicious. I can’t get enough of it,” he says, sucking on your clit.

   “Ah!” Your body tenses, following his satisfied grunt. You glance down at him shyly, and when your eyes meet, you turn red. His dark jade-green eyes watch you with such a burning intensity that it scares you; it makes you feel as if he wants to eat you alive.

   You can’t handle this much attention. Especially in such an embarrassing situation!

   You bury your face in your palms, sighing pitifully as you hide yourself from him, but Eren doesn’t appreciate what you’re doing. “Take your hands away,” he orders, though you can barely make out half of his words because he doesn’t move away from you for a single moment and continues to suck on your pearl. You don’t listen to him; you just cover yourself even more stubbornly, which only fuels his dissatisfaction. “Mgrr!” he growls. He slides his free hand under your sweater, caressing your bare stomach and chest, then grabs your breast. A little rougher than you expected. You tremble and moan, your sensual moans getting louder the more he plays with your breasts: he massages them gently, pinching your nipples now and then, drawing circles around them.

   This makes you even wetter, but you still haven’t revealed your face, so the tension keeps building. The hand that had been holding your thigh now slips between your legs. Eren feels your body tense as he runs his finger along your swollen, wet folds. And he hears how much louder you get when he strokes your most precious spot, which is pulsating and twitching around nothing. “Show me your face,” he growls, though it’s more of a pleading. “It’s practically begging me to pay attention to it… to slip my fingers inside and pleasure it…” His words are a soft murmur, dirty and arousing; he speaks of your pussy with deep worship, as if it were the most beautiful and sweetest thing.

   He slides his finger into you with agonizing slowness. It’s completely different from when you pleasured yourself; his fingers are slightly thicker and much longer than yours. He fingerfucks you slowly, drinking in the sight unfolding before him with his eyes: you’re dripping, the blanket beneath you is soaked, you’re pulsing wildly on his fingers, and inside you’re even wetter, warm and soft.

   He can’t wait to feel it on his dick.

   But he wants to see your face, and you still won’t take your hands away! Even though you’re about to come — you’re louder, you’re rocking your hips, you’re squeezing so hard he can barely pleasure you with his fingers. He wants to see your face as you fall apart. To see your pupils widen, your lips part, and desire take complete control of you. He’s been aching for this for so long. You can be sure he won’t let you hide from him.

   Suddenly, he pulls himself up to his feet, grabs your hands, and presses them above your head. Your breath catches; you weren’t expecting this, nor did you expect your moment of pleasure to end so quickly when you were so close. Once again, you aren’t expecting him to kiss you. Passionately, too eagerly — so that your teeth clatter together. When he pulls away from you, he doesn’t look at you with anger or annoyance, but with a kind of pleading and immeasurable yearnings. He leans down to your neck, sucking on your skin, hard enough that you know it will leave a mark. “Why are you hiding from me? Why don’t you want me to see you?” Eren’s voice is silky, murmuring in your ear as he weighs down on you with his whole body. You feel his stiff manhood pressing against your thigh, hard, so hard it makes a moan escape your lips. “Mhm? Tell me, baby…” He kisses your neck.

   “It’s embarrassing… and awkward… and I’m sure I look stupid…” you mumble, your face completely flushed. Saying it out aloud makes the whole thing feel even more ridiculous, and you immediately regret revealing your childish secrets. But Eren won’t let it go; he doesn’t give you a chance to hide again, but instead gently cups your face and kisses your forehead. He wants to stop your overactive thoughts, which feed your anxiety like some kind of poisonous drug.

   He touches your foreheads together and looks at you with warmth and fondness.

   “Why would it be embarrassing? It’s me, you know. You don’t have to be ashamed of anything in front of me,” he says, stroking your chin. “And you don’t have to worry about looking silly or weird… Do you know how insanely sexy you are? Just the sight of you makes me want to cream my pants.”

   “Don’t say that!” you blush. You lower your eyes in embarrassment, but his words do help a lot, calming the nervousness buzzing inside you. Eren just laughs at your adorableness, then kisses you again, playfully and gently.

   “Don’t hide yourself from me… please,” he whispers against your lips, hopelessly. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…”

   “For so long?” you ask back.

   “Mhm,” he hums in agreement. He gently rubs his hips against your thighs, reminding you just how horny he is. “Let me show you how much I’ve wanted you… You taste so fucking good, I want you to come on my tongue,” he kisses your neck. “And then on my dick. He presses his hard cock against you, making you moan. “You’ll let me, won’t you? You won’t run away from me?”

  “Ah. . . No- I won't. . .” You give Eren a clear path, and he grins happily, rewarding you with a quick peck. He runs his hand over your chest, leaving wet, smacking kisses between your tits and on your stomach as he sinks back down to his knees between your legs. He gently caresses your thighs, sucking on your skin here and there, slowly building your pleasure. He rests your legs on his shoulders and leans down to your poor little pearl, giving it the attention it so desperately craves. A pleasant tingling runs through your body, and you moan as you clutch the blanket.

   Eren wastes no time: he licks your folds up and down, sucking them roughly, then latches onto your clit. Your body jerks, a pained moan escapes your throat as intense ecstasy flashes through you like lightning. Before you realize it, you run your fingers through his hair and grab his brown locks.

  “Mrg-!” He lets out a satisfied groan; he likes it when you tug at his hair while losing yourself in this filthy pleasure. In the pleasure he provides for you — your sweet melody, your trembling body, and your lost self-control all feed his ego.

   He slides his palm behind your knees, grabs them and lifts them up so you’re even more exposed to him. He releases your tormented clit, his attention wanders lower, and he guides his tongue into your pulsing hole.

   “Eren!” You chant his name with such yearning, as if he were a divine god you dare not let go of. You feel your orgasm building with the movement of his tongue, yet it’s not enough, no matter how skillfully he plays with you.

   And Eren notices it too.

   He releases one of your legs, letting it fall onto his shoulder. His tongue is replaced by two fingers, his lips closing around your clit, alternately sucking on it or licking it roughly. He fingers you at a steady, hard pace, bending his fingers in and out, perfectly stimulating that sensitive spot of yours, which increases your pleasure to such an extent that the whole world disappears around you and only the agonizingly approaching climax and Eren matter. With wide, teary eyes, you glance down at Eren, who has been watching you the whole time. His hair, which had been neatly tied up until now, is now messy from the way you’re grabbing and tugging at it; a strand or two sticks to his forehead from sweat, his face flushed, but he still looks proper and breathtaking. His dark jade-green eyes shine with desire, behind which lies a raw dominance that almost commands you to come.

   And that’s all you need — ecstasy rushes over you with wild passion, burying you beneath it like an avalanche. Euphoria overwhelms you, your heart pounds, and you struggle to breathe, yet you feel as if your body is floating.

   “You’re amazing, baby,” Eren murmurs as he kisses his way up your stomach, chest, and neck. He props himself up beside your head, pulling your legs up to his hips. He gently presses your lips together, kissing you tenderly, but you return the kiss clumsily, carelessly. “Are you okay?” he whispers.

   You smile at him like a well-fed cat. “Perfectly fine.”

   He laughs, his deep voice rumbling at your reply. He kisses your cheek, then caresses your neck while pressing down on you. He presses his rock-hard cock against you, making you gasp, but you don’t push him away.

   A message comes in on the phone, but you don’t know which one of you it’s from. You reach for it tiredly, but Eren beats you to it. You watch as he reads the message, then smirks cheekily. “Your brother’s looking for you, asking when we’re done. What do you want me to tell him?” He looks at you as he presses his stiff cock harder against you. You glance down where you’re pressed together, moaning longingly before looking up at Eren.

   “Tell him we’re going much slower than I planned,” you lift your hips. “I might have to sleep at Ymir’s tonight because we’re finishing so late.”

<𝟑 .ᐟ erwin smith

   He must have known that you didn't join the horror movie night without a good reason. It's common knowledge that you can't stand horror movies, mostly because you're incredibly fearful. And this's the perfect excuse for you to snuggle up to Erwin, wrap your arms around him, and cling to him every time a jump scare pops up. You’re driving Erwin completely crazy; he can’t focus on the movie because all he can think about is how delicious and sweet you smell, how soft your breasts are as you press them against his arm, or how cute you whimper when you’re trembling with fear. But what captures his attention the most is your thigh, which brushes against his cock every time you get scared.

   He was already hard halfway through the first movie, and you both know it didn’t go unnoticed. And he knows you’re doing it on purpose, teasing him, while your sister and his friends are sitting right here next to you. You’re cheeky, you’re toying with him, playing with fire, and you’re fucking driving him crazy with it.

   That’s why he plays along with your game.

   He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so your bodies press even tighter together. Your breath catches at the unexpected movement; you didn’t expect him to try anything, and when you feel his massive palm on your butt, a soft moan escapes your lips.

   “Be quiet, or I’ll stop,” he whispers into your ear, so only you can hear. “You don’t want anyone to hear how shamelessly you moan at the slightest touch,” he glances toward Hanji and the others, who appear not to have noticed a thing. You nod slightly, signalling that you understand, and pull the blanket up to your chest, pretending to be scared.

   Erwin doesn’t try anything for a while after that, tracing tiny circles with his thumb on your skin where your T-shirt has ridden up. But when you jump because that damn demon leaps onto the screen? Erwin’s palm slides under your sweatpants and underwear, gripping your bare ass. You have to bite your lip to muffle your moan. You feel the lust growing inside you, your whole body is on fire, even more so where he touches you.

   And he caresses your most sensitive spot. He moves his fingers slowly and lazily over your lower lips, occasionally brushing against your clit and your pussy. You dig your nails into his chest, lifting your hips over and over, hoping he’ll reach the spot that craves the most attention, while burying your face in his neck to smother your pitiful moans. Your whole body tenses as his fingers circle your sensitive spot, then he gives you what you crave: he slides his fingers into you at a beautiful, slow pace.

   Not one, but two at once.

   Your breath catches; his fingers are thick, filling you completely, and he reaches that spot you can never reach on your own. Pleasure clouds your mind; you can barely hold back your moans as he fingers you slowly, mercilessly. You can’t control yourself; you feel how hard his cock is, so you reach under his pants to touch him.

   Erwin’s whole body stiffens when you wrap your fingers around his shaft. It’s hot, heavy in your hand, and incredibly huge — much bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. You’d want to taste it, lick it, and suck it right away, teasing him until Erwin pushes your head down on it, so he can use you however he pleases and cum in your mouth, almost choking you.

   “Are you okay, sis?” Hanji’s voice snaps you back to reality. Your sister’s voice hits you like a bucket of ice water; you look at her, afraid of being caught, and she looks back at you, slightly worried and tired. You blink rapidly, opening your mouth to speak, but Erwin hasn’t stopped pampering you for a second and keeps fingering you while your sister watches you both.

   “She can’t handle horror; she’s been acting like this all night,” Erwin says, saving you from embarrassment. He smiles at you kindly, as if he weren’t playing dirty with you. “Maybe you should watch something else before you go to bed. You might end up having nightmares.”

   “Then you clean up after yourself, because I’m out cold!”

   “Huh?” you stare at your sister. She puts the remote control next to you before getting up and taking one of the blankets with her.

   “I’ve had enough for today, too,” the others get up as well, some of them stretching their limbs. In the next few minutes, everyone packs up their things; someone goes home because they have things to do early in the morning, while others retreat to the guest room, until finally you’re left completely alone with Erwin. You blink at him in surprise, as if you can’t quite grasp the situation that’s developed.

   Erwin, on the other hand, has been waiting for this moment. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you. His touch and his kiss aren’t rough — they’re gentle, yet dominant, leaving you no chance to run away. You tremble with pleasure as he begins to finger you at a fast pace. You moan, loudly, for the first time all evening; the only saving grace is that the noise of the movie drowns out your voice.

   “I want you,” you whisper against his lips. Emboldened by the fact that you’re alone, you sit on his lap, whimpering softly as his fingers slip out of you. You clumsily pull down his pants, free his member, push your pyjama pants aside, and immediately rub it against your bare pussy. “Mhm~! You’re so hard… and big!” you sigh, moving your hips up and down. “Touch me… More! Please!” You grab his hand and slide it under your top.

   “But do you even deserve it?” he asks, stopping you before you can press his palm against your breast. A bitter, disappointed whimper escapes you. “You’ve been acting so arrogantly all night, toying with me and tormenting me.”

   He grabs your waist and neck, holding you tight so you can’t move. In his ice-blue eyes, anger glints behind the raging desire, yet the sight of you — messy hair, flushed cheeks, a lustful expression on your face, your impatient squirming to finally be touched — amuses him. His heart is almost breaking for you. He pulls you down onto his lap, his manhood pressing against your bare pussy, making you moan loudly as you cling to his shoulders.

   “I’ll make it up to you somehow… Just please…”

   “Really?” He tilts his head to one side, as if considering your offer. He traces your breast with his thumb, making you even more aroused. “You’d do anything for me?”

   “Yes.”

   “Then ride me until I come,” he says, and kisses you. You moan as he grabs your breasts and begins to massage them. Pleasure completely overwhelms your mind, washing away all inhibitions and feelings of shame as you move your hips pitifully to ease the agonizing desire. Erwin runs his fingers through your hair, pulls you away from the kiss by the nape of your neck, and looks deep into your eyes as he speaks to you: “Come on, sit on it and take what you want. You’re capable of it, aren’t you? You’re capable of making me come, aren’t you?”

   “Mhm!” you moan, and he tugs your hair slightly.

   “Answer me when I ask you something.”

   “Yes, I can do it!”

   “Good girl.”

   He kisses you again, grunting proudly when he feels his cock touch your sensitive spot and you slowly sit down on it with trembling legs. “E-Erwi-!” You moan loudly, in agony, clawing at his biceps as he thrusts into you inch by inch. He fills you completely — too big, too hard, and too hot, every single inch bringing you closer and closer to the peak of pleasure.

   “You’re doing great, you’re so good,” he whispers sweet words into your ear. He holds you close, supporting you with one hand, while showering your neck with tiny, tender kisses and playing with your nipple. “I’m almost all the way inside you. See how good you are at taking my cock?”

   “Ah!” You cry out, unable to hold back any longer, and cum as you sink down the last few inches. The intense euphoria sweeps through your mind and body like a hot tsunami, and you collapse trembling onto Erwin’s chest, riding the waves. Panting, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

   “Are you okay?” Erwin strokes your back, and you nod slightly. In response, he immediately slaps your butt, making you moan. He’s still rock-hard inside you; you’re too sensitive, and it’s all too much. “I told you to answer when I ask you something.”

   “I’m fine…” you mumble. You look at him with tear-stained eyes. “You’re so strict…”

   “You’re a brat, but if you follow a few rules, I’m actually very generous,” he says, kissing your shoulder. He rocks his hips, reminding you of what you owe him. “Come on, finish what you started,” he says, slapping your ass encouragingly. You sigh deeply, pull yourself together, and move your hips. Your thighs are trembling, but the pleasure compels you to keep going; the longer you do it, the more your fatigue fades away, the pain is replaced by pure ecstasy, and you’re already riding his cock like a maniac. You brace yourself on his thighs, throwing your head back, offering Erwin a lustful and beautiful sight. “Keep it up…” he mutters under his breath, pulling up your T-shirt so he can see your breasts bouncing. He inhales sharply as he grabs them and begins to play with them. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna cum…” he says, grabbing your ass.

   “Mhm, yeah?” you ask, looking at him with a dazed expression. You slow down your hip movements and instead start moving in slow, circle motions, which makes you feel it even more deeply. You lean forward, wrap your arms around his shoulders again, and run your fingers through his hair. “Are you coming inside me? Are you giving it to me?” you whisper against his lips, moving your hips at a fast pace once more. Erwin grips your hips tightly, furrowing his brow as if suppressing his animal instincts. “Give it to me, please…”

   “Hah…” he laughs darkly as he runs his fingers through your hair. He kisses you, much more wildly and roughly than before. The closer he gets to climax, the more he loses control of his self-restraint, which is strangely arousing. “Come on my cock again, and then I’ll come inside you!” Then Erwin suddenly pushes you onto the couch; you don’t even have time to gasp as he flips you onto your stomach, lifts your hips, and thrusts into you. The movie’s noise wouldn’t be able to mask your shameful moans if Erwin weren’t pushing your head into the pillow. In this position, you feel it even more intensely and even deeper; Erwin sets the pace: fast and rough. With one hand, he grips your waist with an iron grip, while with the other, he holds your head down. You can barely breathe, but it feels so damn good! No one has ever been able to fuck you this well!

   “Does it feel good?”

   “Y-y-yes… It feels so good…” I mumble, along with a dozen other incoherent sentences about how amazing his cock feels. Until he finds that spot that sends waves of pleasure rushing through my entire body, sweeping over me like a tsunami. Erwin keeps up the pace so I can ride every wave of the orgasm, but I feel his movements getting sloppier, his grip getting tighter, until he cums inside me with one final thrust. I tremble as he fills me in a whole new way, then collapses on top of me, worn out.

   We lie there panting, the post-orgasmic euphoria slowly rising from us, yet I’m unable to move even a finger. But Erwin still has energy left: he props himself up on his arm so he’s no longer pressing his full weight onto me, brushes my hair from my face, and plants a gentle kiss on my cheek.

   “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

   “Mhm… I want to sleep…”

   “And don’t you want to take a shower first?” he asks. He presses his hips slightly against my bottom, and I can immediately feel that his member, still resting inside me, has grown hard again. My breath catches, a chill runs down my spine as he showers my shoulder with tiny kisses. He strokes my bare waist and side; his touch is so innocent and light, yet it’s so easily able to turn me on again.

   “Only if you carry me into the bathroom,” I reply, and he smiles happily at me and steals a kiss.

  “Ah!” The moan escapes you loudly, your whole body trembling with pleasure as Toji begins to move forward at a fast, steady pace, filling you with every thrust; slowly, you feel nothing but him. You cling to the edge of the sink, helplessly watching how your body reacts: your makeup is smudged, your lipstick smeared, your T-shirt pulled up, leaving your bare breasts exposed, your skirt hiked up as well. You shouldn’t be too loud, even though the music is blaring throughout the house, but the pleasure is too much and he’s doing it so well that you let go of your shame long ago.

  “How can it be— fuck— this tight? It’s practically begging me to come inside it” he slaps your ass, making you gasp. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? Mhm? For me to fuck you until you collapse and forget your own name?” He grabs you by the throat and pulls you onto his chest. He kisses you, slowly and roughly penetrating you again and again. The new position hits a spot that intensifies the heat of pleasure with every movement. You cling desperately to his arms as he pulls you close, holding you securely, yet he doesn’t stop moving for a single moment. It’s so much more brutal, yet that’s what makes it so much better.

   “I-I’m going to come... It’s too good, too good, so gooood...” you babble incoherently, and he chuckles softly.

   “Really? Too good?” he murmurs. He cups your breasts, playing with them, while his other hand slides between your thighs and begins to massage your clit. You tremble in his arms, feeling the pleasure build inside you bit by bit, a hair’s breadth away from falling over the edge and plunging into dirty euphoria. “Do you want to come? To fall apart while you writhe on my cock like a total whore and shake like a poplar tree? Do you want to?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, please” you beg, tears stinging your eyes.

  “You’re a good girl, baby” he kisses your neck. “Then come, let me feel what it’s like when you fall apart” he commands, before picking up the pace. Your moans grow louder and higher as Toji moves at a frenzied pace, filling you so completely you can barely breathe. Then, like a thread, it snaps, and the orgasm sweeps through your body like a hot tsunami, blinding the world around you.

   And Toji struggles not to come with you — you’re too hot, too tight, too wet; you’re intoxicating him. He’s slept with countless women, yet with none of them was it as good as it is with you, and he doesn’t want it to end yet. He leans you against the counter, pressing your head against the cold surface, lifts one of your legs by your knee, holds your hips tightly, pushing you down completely. He growls deeply at the new position; you react sensitively to every thrust, tighter and hotter than he ever imagined.

    “I fucking love this pussy,” he slaps your ass, leaving a handprint there. “You’re mine— no one else is going to fuck you— no one else is ever going to touch you again, got it? I’m the only one who fucks you this good. Don’t forget that.” He whispers maniacally in your ear, caressing your thighs and waist, as if he wants to devour you whole. “I’ll cum inside you until all you can feel is my cock. Oh, do you like that idea?” he laughs darkly when he senses you tensing up at his words. “How many times have you fantasized about me late at night and played with yourself? But you don’t have to anymore; I’m here for you, and I’ll fuck you so hard every day that you won’t remember anything else.”

   He bites your shoulder to stifle his moan, slows his hips, and thrusts deeper inside you. He grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss, kissing you fiercely and passionately, almost devouring you, completely dominating you.

   The pounding comes unexpectedly, catching your breath for a moment, but Toji pays no attention to it and focuses his attention on thrusting deep into you, again and again. Until your brother speaks up in annoyance:

   “I know you’re in there, Toji!” He growls, but doesn’t stop. Fear takes root inside you; you cover your mouth with your hand and stare at Toji with wide eyes, begging him to stop before you get caught.

   “What do you want?” He answers loud enough for Sukuna to hear from the other side of the door.

   “Have you seen my sister? They’ve been looking for her for an hour and she won’t answer the damn phone,” your brother grumbles.

   “Mhm...” Toji looks down at you; his wide smile doesn’t bode well. He leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Should I tell him that you’re writhing on my cock like a slut who’s starving for someone to fuck her?”

   “No! Please!” Tears well up in your eyes from the terror and the thought of humiliation, but Toji can feel just how much the thought of catching you in the act really turns him on.

   “Then come on my cock again,” he orders. His fingers find your clit again, tracing slow circles around it; his pace quickens until you have to bite your tongue to keep from moaning. He leans away from you, watching with cruel delight as you try to control yourself. He speaks louder, addressing your brother directly:

  “I haven’t seen her in a while, but if I run into her, I’ll tell her.”

  “Fucking great...” Sukuna mutters, and tries to explain something else, but your second orgasm catches up with you and buries you beneath it. With a stifled scream and trembling limbs, the pleasure washes over you, pulling Toji along with you.

   “Fuck me, fuck me, that’s it, take it all, come on,” he growls, tilting his forehead against your temple as he cums inside you with raw, rough thrusts.

   Exhausted and panting, you slump against the counter, slowly regaining your senses as the afterglow of the orgasm fades. Toji moves first, pulling out of you, which you respond to with a soft whimper. “Stay like that,” he instructs, as if you were capable of moving even a finger. He takes a clean towel from one of the cabinets, wipes you down with it, then himself. Afterward, he straightens your clothes; his earlier roughness is now replaced by tenderness. He sits you on the counter to remove most of your makeup, but he doesn’t succeed. “Tch…”

   “You’re surprisingly good at this,” you mumble, a silly smile on your face. He rolls his eyes at your comment. He grabs your neck and kisses you, but this time more gently than before.

   “I told you, you’re mine.”

   “And did you count on my brother too?”

   Well, fuck.

<𝟑 .ᐟ choso

   He caught your attention right from the very first time you met, when your brother introduced him to you — a look of boredom on his face, dark circles under his eyes, his black hair combed back in a messy ponytail, wearing a black T-shirt that did nothing to hide his toned upper body. Then you got to know him better: he’s a bit shy, socially anxious, and finds it hard to express himself, yet he’s endlessly patient, sweet, and generous. And all of this only made the situation worse, since your brother had forbidden you from getting involved with him (he knows him like the back of his hand). But didn’t he mention that you couldn’t tease him a little? A few innocent jokes never hurt anyone.

   Choso figured out what you were up to the first time — you changed clothes with the door open after you arrived at the vacation home, knowing your family was still unpacking downstairs and it was just the two of you upstairs. You put on a beautiful show for him as you slipped into your summer dress and flashed him an angelic smile from the mirror. The second time, you were bolder; you sat next to him while watching a movie that night and snuggled up to him completely, using the excuse that you were scared. Once again, you created the perfect opportunity to press your whole body against his arms and legs, rest your head on his shoulder, and let your fingers fiddle with the hem of his T-shirt or the edge of his pants. The third time, he had to rush to the bathroom: you were eating ice cream, which wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t been giving him a wolfish look while you slowly, playfully licked it, making it clear to him just how skilled your tongue is.

   Yet today was the day that finally pushed things over the edge.

  “Choso~!” A wide, innocent smile plays on your face; you’re wearing a loose T-shirt, your hair tied back in a bun. “Could you rub some lotion on me?” You tilt your head to the side, like a cat staring at a mouse.

   Choso clenches his teeth as he glances at you. For days now, he’s been carrying this tension inside him, which you’re able to heighten every hour and then defuse with a single smile, as if you weren’t trying to seduce him at all. You always find the right moment to flirt without worrying about who might catch you, like right now — you just finished lunch and your family has gone to rest, but you managed to catch him on the terrace before he could escape you.

   “Ask someone else,” he steps away from you, hoping you’ll leave him alone, but you’re more stubborn than that. You grab his hand and look up at him with a pleading gaze.

   “Come on, please! Mom doesn’t like it when I bother them at times like this, and my brother’s too mean to help anyway!”

   “And that’s why I’m the best option?” he asks, looking at you with a bored expression, to which you nod with a smile. He rolls his eyes but gives in. “Fine...” Not that he’s really capable of saying no to you.

   Your smile widens as you hand him the sunscreen and take off your T-shirt. You’re wearing the same bikini you’ve worn these past few days — the one he couldn’t take his eyes off of whenever you walked past him. Only when your brother smacked him on the back of the head because he was being too obvious. And now you’re sitting here between his legs, just a few inches away, waiting for him to touch you. You can feel how stiff his body is, how his breath catches when you slide closer to him and your buttocks touch his groin.

   “Shit…” he mutters behind you as he feels the softness of your body and can’t focus on anything but what it would be like to stroke it all the way down, to slap it, or if you were really riding his cock, moaning constantly with pleasure while forgetting even your own name. But it can’t be; after all, you’re just his friend’s sister, and of the two of you, he’s the one who needs to have more self-control.

   He brushes your hair out of the way and squeezes a dollop of sunscreen onto your skin. You flinch at the unexpected cold wetness, but it’s quickly replaced by warmth as Choso sets to work rubbing the cream in with both hands. He massages it gently and thoroughly into your shoulders, shoulder blades, and back; you don’t sense any ulterior motive in his touch, yet it turns you on. When his fingers reach your waist, you suddenly grab his thighs as you give a little jump.

   “It tickles,” you explain, somewhat shyly, before returning to your mischievous self. “Do you do it from the front, too?” You lean against Choso’s chest, blinking rapidly, as if you don’t notice how hard he’s getting beneath you.

   “You-You can do it yourself…” he turns his head away, blushing. Still holding your waist tightly, he shows no sign of wanting to push you away. And of course, you take advantage of that. You squeeze another dollop of lotion onto your chest, applying sunscreen to your breasts, stomach, and thighs as well. You lean toward Choso’s neck; a pleasant tingle runs through him from your warm breath.

   “Then just help me make sure it’s thoroughly rubbed in” you lift his palm to your stomach. He jerks his head toward you, his eyes wide as he glances back and forth between you and your body. You see the disbelief, the longing, and the hesitation; he struggles against giving in to the temptation, yet he is unable to pull away. You press a kiss to his cheek as you move his hand, encouraging him to caress you.

   “Why are you doing this?” The question leaves his lips as a bitter whisper, guilt flooding him, because instead of pulling away, he continues to caress you, pretending he wants to rub in the sunscreen. He pulls you closer, and you feel his cock pressing against your back, causing you to sigh softly.

   “Because I want you,” you reply with complete honesty, watching as his fingers trace the edges of your bikini. With one hand, he slides between your thighs; with the other, he wanders up to your chest. Your whole body tenses; you feel like a torch flickering in the wind as the pleasure builds inside you. “Don’t you want me?”

  “You know very well we shouldn’t be doing this” he mutters, as his finger wanders to your breast. Your back tenses, you grind your buttocks against his cock as you moan softly.

   “That still isn’t an answer to my question,” you whisper. You run your fingers through his hair, into the black strands, as soft as you imagined. You turn your head toward him, yet Choso’s attention remains fixed on your body: how you writhe in his arms from just a few light touches, how you pant, your chest rising and falling, your thighs trembling. He could devour you with his eyes alone and kiss every inch of you, and this makes him desire you even more. “Touch me,” you whisper in his ear as you slide your bikini top off your shoulders, revealing your bare breasts. Choso gasps, grinding his hips against you as his palm slides higher between your thighs, pressing against your most sensitive spot.

   “You’re wicked and cheeky,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. His fingers trace a circle around your nipple, whipping up your desire. You moan, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter, and knowing Choso will notice. “You’ve been driving me crazy all summer.” He frees your other breast, then begins to massage it, teasing you, causing your moans to grow louder and louder. Then he grabs your chin, turns your face toward him, and kisses you. The kiss is nothing like you ever imagined; it’s not gentle or restrained, but much rougher, clumsy, and animalistic, as if he wants to devour you.

   And just when you think the pleasure can’t get any better, he slides his hand into your panties. His fingers immediately begin to slowly massage your clit, making your entire back tense, and when he runs his fingers along your lips, you start to rock your hips wildly, grinding against both his cock and his fingers at the same time.

   “You’re so so so sweet and sensual all at once… You’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs against your lips. “I want you—” he slides two fingers inside you, which would make a shamefully loud moan escape your lips if he weren’t muffling it with his kiss “to come on my fingers.” It feels more like a command than a statement of desire as he fingers you hard and fast. You clutch his thigh convulsively, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you writhe with your back arched between Choso’s arms. You tremble, your moans growing louder and louder until he presses his palm over your mouth while kissing and licking your neck. “I can feel you’re about to come.” “His voice is deep, deeper than ever, and it caresses your mind velvety-soft, slowly dissolving every barrier within you so you can melt completely in his arms. ‘Come on, give it to me if you wanted this so badly,’ he growls, fingering you more fiercely, teasing your clit with his palm. “Come,” he growls, and as if your body had been craving it all along, he pushes you to the peak of pleasure, where you ride the waves of ecstasy, trembling.

   Panting and dazed, you collapse onto Choso’s chest; for a few moments, you don’t even realize what has happened.

  “You’re just as sweet as I imagined,” Choso mutters under his breath as he licks your juices off his fingers. He glances at you with his black button eyes, sending a wave of pleasure surging through you once again. “Let’s do it one more time, but this time you have to come on my tongue.”

   And without waiting for an answer, he takes you to his room, without you realizing what a monster you’ve awakened in him.

<𝟑 .ᐟ gojo satoru 𝜗ৎ warning: (semi-)public sex

   You should have guessed that Gojo agreed to go shopping with you for some ulterior motive. Geto wasn’t happy that you were going alone after your friend canceled today because something urgent came up. Your brother couldn’t go with you, but his dear friend offered to look after you so Suguru wouldn’t have to worry. At first, there wasn’t even a problem; he was his usual childish, funny, and entertaining self, buying you clothes without you even asking (though he did pull out his credit card before you even reached for your wallet), and he even treated you to ice cream.

   The first warning sign was when he pressed a dress into your hands — the color suited you perfectly and highlighted your figure in the most flattering way, yet it covered embarrassingly little of you. At first, you didn’t even want to try it on, but at his insistence, you gave in.

   The second warning sign was when he escorted you to the farthest fitting room in the store.

  The third warning sign was when he offered to help you zip up the back of your dress. You saw the look in his eyes — he was ravenous, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks and had just been presented with the most mouth-watering dish. And when he stepped so close to you, claiming “there’s just no room,” did you feel him pressing against you?

   By then it was too late, but honestly, wasn’t the situation uncomfortable for you — having your brother’s best friend practically undressing you with his eyes and wanting to make you his?

   No, not at all.

   It’s not even uncomfortable for you when Satoru presses your head and chest against the cold mirror and fucks you at a brutal pace. The minidress he picked out for you is now pushed up to your waist, your panties lying somewhere at your feet. Gojo’s hips are moving at a crazy, hard, fast pace; every single thrust knocks the wind out of you, and if he weren’t covering your mouth, you’re sure the whole store would hear you. Your makeup has long since smudged, tears are streaming down your face, while you cling convulsively to him, then to the edge of the mirror.

   “F-Fuck, baby! You’re so incredibly tight and wet, I’m about to come.” Satoru murmurs in a velvety voice into your ear. His long fingers trace a path up your waist to your chest, teasing your nipples by flicking and pinching them. A loud moan escapes your lips, and you tighten even more around his cock. “Shhh, baby, shhh, be quiet~!” He presses his palm harder against your mouth, his tone pitying, as if his heart is breaking for you, but he doesn’t slow down for a single moment. “Hah…” he chuckles uneasily. “You’re a real slut, writhing on my cock while not caring that they might hear us at any moment. What would your dear brother think if he found out?” he murmurs in your ear, and you whimper tearfully. “But you’re mine, aren’t you? You love it when I treat you like this.”

   He pulls you onto his chest, slides his palm from your lips to your throat, and invites you to kiss him. He kisses you greedily and sloppily, slowing his pace so his thrusts are much harder, deeper — you can almost feel them in your stomach. Then you feel his fingers wandering between your thighs and massaging your clit. He pulls away from you so he can look into your eyes, and suddenly a hot wave of pleasure washes over your body from his beautiful blue eyes and the unexpected caress on your clit. He squeezes your throat, reminding you to stay quiet.

  “Smart girl,” he says, kissing her on the temple. “I want to feel you riding my cock so I can cum inside you and fill you up. So you’ll feel it when you get home and stand in front of your brother, sticky from my cum, and then crave for me to fuck you over and over again until you can’t think of anyone but me and my cock.” The longer he talks, the rougher his pace gets and the tighter his grip on your throat. “Please” he begs in a broken voice. He thrusts into you at such a frenzied pace that when you reach the peak of pleasure, he floods you with a pale heat. It washes over your entire body and mind like a tsunami; you cling to him, trembling, as you ride the waves of euphoria and Gojo himself reaches his climax.

Panting, you collapse against the glass, sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids. You’re still in a daze when Satoru strokes your arm and kisses your shoulder first, then your cheek. He holds you gently, as if he hadn’t just fucked you like someone who hates you. “How about I buy you this dress, we grab some sweets, and we do this again once I take you home?”

   “I wonder what Satoru would think if he knew,” Suguru growls before stopping, “that his sister, whom he thought was innocent, is such a slut that she begged his best friend to fuck her?” He smiles, but it doesn’t bode well as his fingers wander down to your clit. He starts playing with her as he begins to move his hips again, this time slower, but with rougher thrusts. A moan escapes your lips before you can stop it, and Getou immediately covers your mouth. “Shh…” he hushes you. “We don’t want to wake him up.”

   “Too— too much— Sugu—” you whimper, begging him not to, but you can’t stop him. You’re forced to bite your lip to keep from making too much noise, while your whole body trembles with the pleasure Getou is unleashing on you with raw brutality.

   “Hmm? Did you say something?” he leans closer, tormenting you by slowing down his hips. “Is there a problem?” he grabs your face roughly, turns it toward him, then squeezes your throat. “Isn’t this what you wanted? This is why you begged me like a slut to finally fuck you, while you didn’t care that your brother forbade it and that he’d smash my head in if he found out I’d even laid a finger on you,” he growls at you, moving inside you with brutal force. “So take everything I give you, because you deserve it,” he says, lifting your legs onto his shoulders as he props his head up next to yours. Your eyes widen at the new position: he’s much deeper inside you than before and moving much more intensely.

   “Suguru!” You desperately grab his biceps, clinging to him as he fucks you relentlessly and at a fast pace. His purple eyes gleam darkly and hungrily; desire gradually takes hold of him — you’re much warmer, softer, and wetter than he ever imagined. You simply intoxicate him, and it doesn’t help the situation that you’re making such sweet, erotic sounds, pulling such a cute face as you get drunk on his cock.

   “Come on, make me come,” he orders. He slides his finger between you two, drawing quick circles on your sensitive clit, making you much tighter than before. “Fuck me!” he growls. He didn’t expect you to be able to heighten his pleasure like this. What’s it like when you come on his cock? He wants to know.

   “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart, come on, make me come,” he commands impatiently, massaging your clit harder and harder. And as soon as he grabs your throat to kiss you, you reach that beautiful climax. It sweeps through your body like a hot tsunami; if Suguru weren’t kissing you, you’re sure you’d wake up the whole damn house with your moans. “That’s it, you did well,” Getou murmurs, as the movement of his hips becomes wilder and rougher, now chasing his own pleasure, which he reaches a few thrusts later and enjoys with a deep growl.

   You don’t move for minutes, lying panting in bed, clinging to each other, sticky with sweat, as you slowly come down from the cloud of euphoria. You blink wearily and gasp when Getou moves.

   “I’m sorry, darling,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead apologetically before slowly pulling out of you. “Stay like this, I’ll take care of it.” In truth, you don’t have the strength to move, but you don’t say anything; you just let Suguru clean you up and then dress you. Compared to his earlier behavior, he touches you so gently and carefully that you slowly drift off to sleep. You feel a kiss on your forehead as Getou says goodbye to you, but you stop him.

   “Aren’t you going to sleep here?”

   “Your brother would kill me.”

   “You’ll go back in the morning” you look at him with puppy-dog eyes, and Suguru realizes then: he can’t say no to you, and Satoru is going to kill him.

<𝟑 .ᐟ nanami kento

   If people were to describe Nanami, words like “a true gentleman,” “kind,” and “a bit stiff” would surely come up for everyone. That’s why your brother never worried that he might look at you that way or even consider laying a finger on you. What your brother didn’t count on, though, was that this is exactly why you find Kento attractive — someone who, knowing you’re his friend’s little sister, really does try to respect those certain boundaries, but neither the situation spares him nor do you, as you tested those limits with feigned innocence.

   The thing is, you went camping with your family and Nanami came along too. This wouldn’t be a problem if, because of a tent left behind at home, the three of you didn’t have to share a tent where you’re lying between your brother and him. He might even have managed to cope with that, but the moment you turned to him, saying you were cold and asking him to hold you to keep you warm, he knew he’d lost.

   Did he really lose? He can’t tell, as you sensually grind your hips against his groin, arousing both of you, while he holds you so tightly that you have no chance of escaping. He kisses you slowly and passionately, releasing the tension that has built up over the past month. One hand grips your hip, helping to guide its slow sway (being careful not to wake your brother), while the other massages your breast. He fills your entire mind—with every caress, every kiss, and every embrace, it whips up your desire, which intoxicates you, and you gradually lose touch with the real world.

   You want more; you want to feel his hands on your skin, you want to touch him and feel that hard cock inside you that you’ve fantasized about for so many nights.

   You run your hand down his waist before grabbing his hard cock and squeezing it tightly. He groans at the unexpected touch, grabs your chin to turn your head toward him, and looks at you with half-closed eyes. You see in his gaze how he’s telling you to stop and be naughty, but then where would the fun be? So you slide your hand under his pants and boxers, wrapping it around his bare manhood, causing a moan to escape from both of you. Nanami, however, regains her composure before you do, holding you tighter and firmer as he pulls you into a kiss. He mostly wants to stifle the sound of his own pleasure as he begins to move on his member, slowly pleasuring him.

   Then suddenly, as if something has changed: Kento pulls away from you, pressing his palm over your mouth, while he takes your hand out of his pants and pulls both of your underwear down. He pulls you close, sliding his cock between your thighs, stroking your most sensitive spot, making you even wetter. All the while, he stares into your eyes with a dark, possessive hunger that promises nothing good, only raw dominance and sexuality.

   “Remember, you asked for this,” he murmurs in your ear, sliding his cock between your lips and teasing your clit before guiding it lower and positioning it against your sensitive spot. You hold your breath, waiting for him to penetrate you, to fill you completely and finally make you forget the whole world. But he doesn’t do it; no, he continues to play with your breasts in a much crueler way. “Would you like me to make you mine? So that no other man will ever be able to satisfy you, only me? To ruin any chance for others and make you depend entirely on me and my cock?” His questions are dark and ominous, yet you can’t react any other way than with a hum, but he snaps at you. “Don’t make a sound. You don’t want your brother to see you like this, do you?” He strokes your most sensitive spot again with his member. “Answer me,” he snaps at you, and you start shaking your head violently as you cling desperately to the pillow, the blanket, and him — to just about anything. You shift your hips to ease the heat between your legs, but he grabs you. “Don’t be impatient, let me enjoy this,” he says, kissing your neck as his palm strokes your bare stomach and waist. “You’re so wet I could easily slip inside you,” he murmurs, caressing your lips and gathering the moisture before licking it off his fingers. A soft growl escapes his chest; he’s savoring you, and if he had the chance, he’d keep tasting you until he’s had his fill. “You’ll be good and make it, won’t you?” he asks, confident as he positions himself at your entrance. You nod rapidly, looking at him pleadingly, which makes him smile faintly.

   He lifts your leg slightly, spreads your lips with his fingers, then slowly penetrates you. Your whole body tenses with desire as he fills you bit by bit, reaching a spot that neither your fingers nor other guys have ever touched. And before you realize it and he thrusts all the way inside you, the orgasm washes over you. You tremble in his arms, clinging to the blanket from the wild and intoxicating waves of euphoria, from which you only come down after a few minutes.

   Kento’s body tenses too; you pulse around him, hot and tight, almost pulling him along with you in the pleasure without him even moving. But who can resist? At least not now, and he wants to feel this one more time.

   He moves his hips, slowly in and out, gently rocking his hips, making sure not to move any more than this, waking up your brother (and now you thank heaven that he’s a deep sleeper). He plants a kiss on your neck once he’s found the right rhythm; you’re still sensitive from the previous orgasm, so you feel every hard thrust more intensely than usual. And my God, no one has ever given you such an intoxicating high as Ken.

   And you wouldn’t have thought it could get any better, but then he lifts your legs, lies on his back, pulling you halfway onto him, and guides his fingers to your clit. The new position allows him to penetrate you even deeper, which would be enough on its own to make you come again, but by stimulating your clitoris, he brings you to the brink of ecstasy in a matter of moments.

   “Come again. I want to feel you pulsing around me, getting even wetter, and losing your mind completely,” Nanami murmurs hoarsely in your ear, commanding you — and as if your body had been waiting for just this, you give in. A wave of euphoria washes over you like a hot tsunami, making you tremble in his arms. Kento’s movements become more frantic, thrusting into you harder as he chases his own orgasm, which he reaches within moments. You feel him fill you, intoxicate you, and fill you with an unusual happiness as you collapse into his arms like a rag doll. It takes minutes for you to slowly come down from the peak of satisfaction. Nanami pulls out of you, and you start to whimper at the uncomfortable movement. “Shh…” he hushes you before roughly cleaning you up and dressing you. He straightens your clothes and hair, lays you back down next to him, and after tidying himself up. He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders as his hand rests on your waist and he plants a kiss on the back of your neck.

   “Mhm…” you hum happily, inching closer to him. And Nanami lets you, even though a warning light is flashing in the back of his mind about what your brother might say when he wakes up in the morning.

   But that doesn’t matter right now; he’s been waiting for this moment for far too long.

<𝟑 .ᐟ shoko ieiri

   Utahime is like a sister to her — someone she loves more than anyone else and would do anything for — but the moment she saw you, she knew right away that she wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. You attract her like a moth to a flame — no matter how hard she tried to stop, to distance herself from you, she always found her way back to you. And you seek her attention like a little puppy that needs to be played with constantly, or else it gets sad.

   But couldn’t you have waited to flirt with her until your sister wasn’t sitting next to you on the couch? You’re having a movie marathon; you haven’t seen each other in a while, and the weather’s bad, so why not binge - watch the Harry Potter movies? That wasn’t a problem until you sat next to her, spread the blanket over the two of you, and your hand accidentally slid onto her thigh. Even though she pulled your hand away, you cheekily kissed her on the neck — scarily, right on her most sensitive spot — so she almost moaned out loud in the middle of the movie. Oh, but you didn’t stop there; you kept pushing the envelope by constantly sighing and moaning in her ear.

   Are you surprised that Shoko’s hand slipped into your panties and is cruelly playing with your most sensitive spot so she can see you tremble with pleasure? Of course not. Was this your plan all along? How could anyone even think that…

   “Control yourself,” Shoko commands in an emotionless voice, causing you to tremble, but you try to obey her and clench your legs together so they won’t shake. At the same time, she isn’t kind enough to spare you; she strokes your lips and your sensitive spot with her fingers before sliding two of them inside you. She moves them slowly, while paying close attention to your sensitive clit with her thumb. The pleasure hits you so unexpectedly that you bite your tongue, stifling your moan, as you grab her arm. Your legs tremble, your breathing quickens, and your face flushes. Shoko looks at you with disappointment, and you look back at her apologetically, opening your mouth to speak, but her fingering grows rougher and stronger.

  “Y/N, are you okay?” Your sister’s voice snaps you back to reality like a cold shower. You look at her with wide eyes, terrified that you’ve been caught, but Utahime just watches you with concern and confusion. Meanwhile, Ieiri doesn’t stop, shamelessly massaging your clit as if her goal were to get you caught.

   “Y-Yes, why?” You struggle to form the answer, fighting to keep your voice from betraying what’s happening under the blanket.

   “You’re really red. Like you have a fever. Are you sure you’re okay?”

   “Oh, that!” You laugh nervously, stifling a groan. Shoko slips her hand out of your pants, and disappointment spreads across your face; you almost let out a sulky sigh, but Shoko gives you a cold look.

   “Utahime is right, you look sick. It might be better if you went to bed,” she says, her eyebrows furrowing. You’re overcome with disappointment and shame that she’s brushing you off so coldly, as if she hadn’t just touched you in the filthiest way possible a minute ago. “Let’s go upstairs; I’ll give you a quick checkup.”

   “Okay.” You’re sure your face lit up at the offer. You take her hand as she helps you up from the couch, and you head toward your room.

   “Do you want me to stop you, senpai?” your sister yells after you.

   “No need, I already know from the outside what kind of nightmare Harry will have because of Voldemort!” Shoko replies, providing the perfect opportunity for both of you for the next ten minutes.

   The door closes softly behind her; the sound of the movie drifts in faintly, but silence settles over the room. For a long moment, you just look at each other before Ieiri takes a step toward you and kisses you. You moan, clumsily returning the passionate, quick kiss. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, running your fingers through her hair — something you’ve always wanted to do — and pull her down onto the bed with you.

   “You’re so naughty, you know that, right?” she murmurs against your lips as she settles between your legs. You giggle at her question like an innocent girl, but the sound of childlike innocence turns into an erotic moan when she massages your breasts through your T-shirt. “We don’t have much time before your sister comes looking for us, so I’ll be quick now.”

   “Now?” you sigh breathlessly, but you get no answer.

   Shoko kisses you again, her hand wandering under your sweater, pushing your shirt up to reveal your bare chest. She leans away from you, her eyes roaming over your body, and she has to suppress her most sinful desires, because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for hours. She takes your breasts in her hands, caressing them gently, playing with them.

   “S-Shoko…” you moan.

   “Bite this,” she pulls your sweater up to your mouth. You obey him instinctively, biting down on the fabric, after which Ieiri kisses her way down your skin, leaving faint suction marks between your breasts as she pulls your pants off. She kisses your stomach and mound, spreading your thighs as she marks them too. “You’re unbelievably beautiful... I can’t wait to taste you.”

   “Please, don’t drag this out,” you beg her, panting.

   “But you have to stay quiet,” she says, running her fingers along your lips, gathering the moisture on her fingers. She places one of your legs on her shoulder as she teases your sensitive spot with two fingers. She watches you with such a dark gaze, waiting for you to obey her, as if that alone would make you come.

   “Mhm…” you nod, biting down on your sweater, clutching the fabric with one hand while reaching out the other toward him. Without a second thought, she grabs it and presses it against her chest, simultaneously sliding her two fingers inside you. Your whole body goes wild, pleasure racing through you once again, intensified by the way she teases your sensitive pearl with her tongue: licking it here, sucking it there. Her fingers move inside you at the perfect pace, so sensitively and passionately, stimulating that spot that makes pleasure make you tremble. Gripping the sheets, biting your sweater, you accept the pleasure Shoko gives you, which is the perfect combination of her finger and tongue work. She drives you on, chasing you, so that you reach the peak of euphoria as quickly as possible and it hits you harder than ever before.

   And that’s exactly what happens: the pleasure zips through your body in an unexpected rush, lifting you to the highest peak of ecstasy, as you tremble and squeeze your thighs together, your moans muffled by your clothes. Ieiri doesn’t stop until you’ve ridden out the last waves of pleasure. You lie on the bed, panting, still trembling from the ecstasy, and suddenly you don’t even know where you are.

   “Are you okay?” Shoko strokes your thigh, drawing your attention to her, and you turn your head toward her wearily. You mumble, unable to do anything else, and she just grins smugly. She licks her fingers, cleaning them of your wetness, before cleaning you up, getting dressed, and tucking you in. “I’ll be back later tonight, just rest for a bit,” she says, stroking your cheek and planting a kiss on your temple. All of this so innocently, as if she hadn’t just helped you achieve the best orgasm of your life.

And that’s what it took for you to reach the peak and come—the pleasure sweeps through your body and mind like a hot tsunami, washing away the world as searing desire washes over you. The world around you goes dark for a few more minutes before you become aware of it again. Yoongi’s hand slides around your neck, squeezing it—not tightly, just enough for you to know he’s in control. He kisses you passionately and slowly; you taste yourself on his lips and tongue and feel the hard manhood pressing against your thighs. He lifts you effortlessly, then sits you on his lap on the couch.

“Are you okay?” he asks. He notices that even after a few minutes, you’re still looking at him dazedly and leaning limply against his chest. No matter how rough and relentless Yoongi can be with you during sex, as soon as he senses that something isn’t right, his gentle side comes out.

“Mhm…” you nod. You press your foreheads together. “I keep forgetting that you never joke around with your tongue…” you remark, blushing, and he chuckles softly. He plants a tiny kiss on your cheek, then on your lips, then wanders lower, showering your neck with kisses until your body responds to his touch. He sinks his teeth into your neck, sucking on your skin as he grinds your groins together.

“Do you have enough energy for one more round?” he growls in your ear, biting your earlobe. You moan, the desire intensifying in your body; you feel the painful throbbing between your legs, the ache to be filled.

“Yes” you pant. Your fingers are already fiddling with the belt of his pants, and your eagerness makes Yoongi smile. He runs his fingers through your hair, kissing you roughly and even more aggressively. When you manage to pull his pants down to his thighs, his cock presses hard against you. You instinctively move your hips, running your lips along his shaft, moistening it, as a soft sigh escapes your lips—your whole body trembles with the desire to have him inside you.

He grabs your hips, slowing your pace until you gasp, but then his fingers wrap around your throat. He holds you tight, making you feel that he’s in control, which makes you even wetter, if that’s possible. You moan, looking at him shamefully, pleadingly, but Yoongi flashes a dark smile: “Use your words. Tell me what you want!”

“Please, please, please…” you beg. He tightens his grip on your throat, signaling that this isn’t enough for Yoongi. “Let me ride you, please! Fuck me, please, please, pleeease—”

Your pleading is replaced by a lustful moan as he fills you with a single rough thrust. You remain motionless for a few minutes, giving you time to get used to his size. He massages your thighs and hips while kissing your neck and bare chest, playing with your breasts.

Then you move your hips, at a slow pace at first, then bouncing faster on Yoongi’s cock as the pleasure intensifies inside you, clouding your mind. You moan loudly, singing to Yoongi, who sits beneath you, gripping your thigh, your breast, your throat, and your hips in turn. He lets you set the pace, letting you use him to reach your own pleasure, because nothing excites him more than this.

“You’re so fucking good, baby,” he growls. He grabs your neck, pulls you close, your noses touching. Lust smolders in his eyes like a blazing flame. “You’re always so hot and wet… So tight, like I’m fucking you for the first time—hrg… Goddamn…” His hand wanders between your bodies, finding your clit, which he begins to massage with his thumb.

“Y-Yoongi…” his name escapes you in a moan. You feel that familiar hot euphoria getting closer and closer to you.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growls. The movement of your hips becomes uneven, you lose your rhythm, so he grabs you, helping you rock back and forth. “Come on, come on my cock… hrg… I want to feel it, give it to me…”

You come before you even realize it. Moaning and writhing, you ride the peak, your body and mind washed over by white-hot pleasure, driven on until you collapse onto Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi helps you ride out the last waves of your orgasm before taking complete control. Gripping your buttocks, he uses you to reach his own climax, paying no heed to how sensitive your body is in this state. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it when he uses you so animalistically, so selfishly.

“Come inside me… Please, I want it so bad!” You moan shamelessly into his ear, knowing exactly how to turn him on. “Give it to me, please… I want to feel you, please, please, pleeease—”

With a loud groan, Yoongi thrusts into you, fulfilling your request. He pulls you close, panting, holding you tightly in his arms as you both slowly come back to yourselves. You’re sticky with sweat and the moisture of your bodies, yet you feel like a well-fed cat.

Yoongi strokes your back, drawing abstract shapes on your waist, before gathering his strength and tidying you both up. He dresses you, pulling his sweater back over you—the very thing that sparked this sudden sex—and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“If I order Chinese food, will that be okay with you?” he asks, as if he hadn’t just robbed you of your ability to walk.