Kiriko sounded almost too calm while leather straps dangled delicately from her fingers, though the shock truly hit Mizuki when he saw the silicon phallus attached at the ends.
His heart skipped a beat as his brain malfunctioned, leaving him standing with his jaw dropped and his cheeks and ears quickly turning red. How was he to respond? It had only been a few days since the climactic ending to their otherwise-normal sparring session, and already Kiriko was ready to go again.
He was still stumbling over the fact that he was now literally sleeping with the enemy that he was supposed to be keeping an eye on.
And now here was the enemy with a strap-on.
âSpeechless? Maybe itâll get you whimpering again,â Kiriko finally said with a smirk. The silence continued, softening her sly demeanor. âIs this too much?â
Mitsuki had never entertained anyone else in such a way that they were entertaining each other, much less even considered that they would continue past what had already happened. But he didnât want her to think that she had control, so he pushed himself past the shock and let his open mouth settle into a calm, sly smile.
âJust didnât expect it so soon, thatâs all,â he replied. âYou must really like me.â
A dusting of pink colored her cheeks as her gaze turned to the toy. âThis doesnât mean I âreallyâ like you,â she said, her voice still strong and laced with an alluring mixture of teasing and smug. âIt means I want to see more of your cute reactions.â
âCute?â He repeated with a scoff. He took two steps to close the distance between them, forcing her to look up at him. He brought his warm hand to her chin to make sure she didnât look away. âYou think Iâm cute?â
He smirked as her blush deepened. Before he could say anything else, however, he felt the silicone press against his crotch.
âYou will be, taking this,â she replied.
The next few hours were a whirlwind. They hadnât been able to act on the oppressive lust the toy had fueled as quickly as they wantedâKiriko had a few tasks to attend to, leaving Mizuki a miserable heap of slick wanting.
To keep his mind off of what was comingâand the nerves it brought with itâhe returned to the training room to work out. He didnât remember what he ended up doing, only that the whole time he was in there, he thought about the way her fingers had felt inside of him.
When he felt sufficiently flushed and his lower body ached more than the muscles he had been working on, he gave up and returned to his apartment. He didnât bother to shower because he knew what would happen in there, so he knew that he looked an absolute mess to the strangers on the street.
Mizuki kicked his shoes off as soon as he made it into the doorway of his place. He didnât even place them on the shoe rack, instead making his way immediately to his couch and flopping down.
Even scrolling through his phone wasnât enough to calm his mind. He couldnât focus on anything but the ache and warmth between his legs. Desperate for a bit of relief, he quickly made his way to his room in an attempt to cool off. His hoodie and t-shirt hit the floor quickly, the cotton of his shirt still damp with sweat. One hand pulled briefly on his binder in a weak attempt to let the cool air hit his chest while the other began to slide the waistband of his pants down his hips.
Suddenly, another hand was pushing past his, down beneath his pants to rub against the wet crotch of his briefs.
âE-Eh!â He stammered, body flying forward away from the sudden presence pressed against his back. Mizuki suddenly felt blood rush in his ears as his face flushed.
âHow did you get in here, Kiriko?!â
The Maikoâs smile was far too relaxed and easy for Mizukiâs liking. She closed the distance between them again and, before he could speak, pressed her mouth to his, tongue eager to dive into his mouth.
The anticipation of this moment left him weak, and he could feel himself stepping backwards, dragging her with him, until the back of his knees met his bed and he fell backwards onto the mattress. He landed on his elbows, mouth suddenly cold without her warmth to meet it. Within the brief moment of silence, he noticed that he hadnât been the only one waiting for this: her eyelids were heavy with desire, breath a soft pant, and her skin already burning with pinks and reds.
âTake them off,â she breathed, looking down at him.
âEverything?â He questioned softly, his own voice barely audible over the rushing in his ears.
âIf thatâs okay.â
He nodded, knowing that she meant his binder. She still wasnât sure what boundaries she herself could push, so she was leaving it to him. He kicked off his pants while Kiriko stripped herself to match. He could hardly focus on his movements as he caught sight of her soft skin, the way the brown of her areolas faded to the lighter tan of her skin, and the soft green hair that could be found between her thighs.
He felt like he was going to pass out before he even realized that she was replacing her clothes with the strap-on.
The two were naked except for that singular cock, Kiriko looking down at Mizuki with awe and adoration.
âCan I call you beautiful?â She murmured.
Hearing her say that sent his heart racing, and he nodded. âOnly you.â
The approval brought her down onto the bed, straddling his thigh, so she could kiss him. The way their lips met was no longer like hungry beasts. It felt too tender, too sweet.
It scared him.
Quickly, one of his hands found her hair and gently pulled her back, exposing her throat to his lips. He began to kiss and suck down the length of her jugular before he was pushed down onto his back with a soft sigh.
âWhat about âbad girl?ââ She asked with a smirk.
He chuckled before turning his head to the side so he could look at her through his lashes, an attempt to look as innocent and femme as he could. âWho, me?â
Kiriko laughed at the show, slowly lowering her head to his small breasts. His nipples were already stiff, waiting eagerly for her touch since the training room. Her mouth was so close that he felt her breath against them.
But instead of her warm tongue, it was her calloused fingers that met his browned skin. Just a poke was enough for him to breathe through his nose. He wasnât willing to moan just yet. Her smirk returned as she sat up, silicone cock gently patting against his thigh, and reached out to pinch and pull at him.
He was never one to play with his nipples, instead opting to focus solely on his slit, but he knew that he had to now. The soft shocks sent through his skin and down his core from each tug and twist, combined with the hours-long aching and needing, were enough to send him over the edge.
His back arched so that she was palming his breasts, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the pathetic whimpering moans that dared to escape as his release splashed gently against the cock between his legs.
One of her hands left his chest to pull at his wrist, pulling the hand from his mouth to replace it with her lips. Her remaining hand grew rough as he rode out his orgasm so that he continued to release pathetic little noises into her mouth.Â
As Mizukiâs back relaxed back onto the bed, her free hand went down to his slit and began to rub his soft, wet folds. He squirmed at the sensation of being teased so quickly after an orgasm, but she didnât back down, instead dipping one finger into his softness.
âYouâre so wet, Mizuki!â She teased against his mouth. âLetâs get you a bit⊠stretched, first.â
Before what? He wanted to ask, but instead her tongue met his, and he was like putty in her hands. Putty that was being stretched and worked with two fingers spreading inside of him. It wasnât long before he felt himself teetering towards another orgasm.
A third finger was enough to push him past it.
âBeautiful,â Kiriko breathed into his ear as he moaned loudly, wantonly into hers. She began to slowly kiss down his neck to where his biotics met his shoulder. At the final edge of his skin, she bit down, bringing yet another whimper from him.
âDo you just like the noises⊠or what?â He asked between pants, barely noticing that his lips were slick with their mixed saliva.
She pulled away after a deep suck that bruised his skin and made him hiss softly. Kiriko looked down at him triumphantly.
âMine.â
Everything in him wanted to submit at that moment, looking up at the beautiful girl above him who was slowly growing obsessed with him. But that would only make him admit to himself that he was slowly beginning to feel the same.
Instead, he smirked and turned his head to the side, looking away to clear his mind. âFor a girl who doesnât really like me, thatâs a big claim.â
In retaliation, he felt something dull begin to rub against his wet cunt. He had almost forgotten what had brought the two of them together this time.
âI donât have to really like you to put this inside of you,â she replied, her fingers curling gently into his hair to make him look at her. âBut you have to really ask for it.â
His own fingers that usually filled the ache were nothing compared to the thick purple thing gently rubbing up and down between his lips.
It was⊠scary.
Everything was scary about this moment. Begging his enemy to fuck him, letting that thick cock inside of him, being seen as pathetic.
But it made his heart beat faster, the rush in his ears louder, the ache in his body grow.
âKirikoâŠâ He started, but faltered as the words failed to form. He had never begged for anything other than freedom from his curse.
âBe a good girl,â she urged softly before leaning forward and biting his earlobe. âLet me take care of you⊠Let me support youâŠâ
His heart ached at the promise of something so gentle when speaking of something so lewd.
âFuck me, Kiriko,â he whispered, afraid to hear himself.
âLouderâŠâ
His cheeks and ears began to burn as she began to align herself at his entrance, ready to spread him with enough encouragement. Her teeth pressed down into his throat, and she hummed against the skin there as she marked him again.
âFuck me, please,â he suddenly whined in such a way that surprised himself. âI want your cock inside meâŠâ
âGood girl,â was all he heard as he felt a sudden pressure make its way inside of his aching cunt and slowly push further and further. The pain was brief but enough for him to unwittingly clench around the silicone, making it worse.
As if she knew what was happening, Kiriko paused and pressed a gentle hand to his cheek. âI know,â she murmured against his lips before kissing over the rest of his face. âIt hurts. I know. Just take a breath⊠Release⊠BreatheâŠ.â
After what felt like eons had passed and Mizuki was sure the curse wasnât coming for him, he nodded to her to continue. Their skin met as the rest of the cock slid inside of him. He could feel a strange pleasure begin to replace the pain.
âYou look so amazing,â she hummed as she sat up. âMind if I⊠move you around a bit?â
He could barely respond as he tried to focus less on the thought of her cock inside of him, but he was able to nod. She smiled and moved her hands beneath his knees to carefully pull them up to his chest.
âHold those?â She requested, and he quickly obeyed. The movement forced her to readjust herself on top of him, her weight pressing down onto his legs to help hold them in place.
âAlways wanted to see you under me like this,â she breathed before asking, âAre you ready for me to move? Ready to get fucked like a good girl?â
A weak person would have snapped then and there.
And he had never felt so weak before.
âMake me a good girl,â he begged breathlessly.
He saw it thenâit was her turn to snap.
She raised her hips, and suddenly Mizuki could only feel the emptiness of his cunt before suddenly it was full again, and the stretching sent his head back and his mouth open. She repeated and began to thrust into him, slowly raising her speed to show that she knew to be gentle, but it was getting harder and harder to remain gentle with him under her.
He no longer cared about what noises he made and how stoic he lookedâhe was under her, pinned by her weight and her silicone cock, and he didnât care. All he cared about was how she hit the perfect spot in his cunt every time she pushed in as if she already knew how to fuck him.
Kirikoâs eyes were focused solely on his face, watching him hungrily. She wanted to see him cum again, this time from her dick, even if it wasnât really hers. It made her feel feral, like she had when she first got to run with the fox spirit. Her adrenaline was climbing, and she could feel herself slowly losing control.
If Mizuki had been paying any attention, he would have seen her eyes begin to shine a soft blue. But he was too focused on grasping the sheets beneath him and moaning her name like the good girl she was turning him into.
The vulgar wet slaps of her fucking him filled the room and he could feel just how wet he was when she pulled back, letting the cold air chill every spot his juices had spilled. And suddenly she was holding herself to him as he heard himself warn her of his oncoming orgasm.
âCumming, cu-cumming⊠Kiriko!â
He felt himself tighten around her again, just as he had around her fingers only minutes before, but this was different. The silicone barely gave way like the soft flesh of her, and he could feel himself⊠was he squirting? The soft splatter against her skin was enough audible confirmation that, he realized in the back of his head, he would have to clean his sheets before going to sleep.
âMore?â She asked, though it almost sounded like a demand if one didnât know how to listen. She pulled the silicone out of him before he answered, giving him a moment to refuse.
He nodded weakly, and as he finally began to register how blue her eyes were glowing, he was turned onto his stomach. His ass was pulled up and back to Kiriko. He expected to be filled once again, but instead her teeth pressed down into the fullness of his rear.
Hers.
Before he could even create a coherent sentence, much less a smug remark, she filled him again. One of her hands landed on the mattress next to his head, and the other gripped his hip as if he would disappear if she let go.
The lewd slaps filled the air again, and he knew the two of them would be lost in this dance for the rest of the afternoon, if not the night.
âTake it like a good girlâŠâ Kiriko groaned, her nipples gently dragging back and forth over his back.
Kiriko sounded almost too calm while leather straps dangled delicately from her fingers, though the shock truly hit Mizuki when he saw the silicon phallus attached at the ends.
His heart skipped a beat as his brain malfunctioned, leaving him standing with his jaw dropped and his cheeks and ears quickly turning red. How was he to respond? It had only been a few days since the climactic ending to their otherwise-normal sparring session, and already Kiriko was ready to go again.
He was still stumbling over the fact that he was now literally sleeping with the enemy that he was supposed to be keeping an eye on.
And now here was the enemy with a strap-on.
âSpeechless? Maybe itâll get you whimpering again,â Kiriko finally said with a smirk. The silence continued, softening her sly demeanor. âIs this too much?â
Mitsuki had never entertained anyone else in such a way that they were entertaining each other, much less even considered that they would continue past what had already happened. But he didnât want her to think that she had control, so he pushed himself past the shock and let his open mouth settle into a calm, sly smile.
âJust didnât expect it so soon, thatâs all,â he replied. âYou must really like me.â
A dusting of pink colored her cheeks as her gaze turned to the toy. âThis doesnât mean I âreallyâ like you,â she said, her voice still strong and laced with an alluring mixture of teasing and smug. âIt means I want to see more of your cute reactions.â
âCute?â He repeated with a scoff. He took two steps to close the distance between them, forcing her to look up at him. He brought his warm hand to her chin to make sure she didnât look away. âYou think Iâm cute?â
He smirked as her blush deepened. Before he could say anything else, however, he felt the silicone press against his crotch.
âYou will be, taking this,â she replied.
The next few hours were a whirlwind. They hadnât been able to act on the oppressive lust the toy had fueled as quickly as they wantedâKiriko had a few tasks to attend to, leaving Mizuki a miserable heap of slick wanting.
To keep his mind off of what was comingâand the nerves it brought with itâhe returned to the training room to work out. He didnât remember what he ended up doing, only that the whole time he was in there, he thought about the way her fingers had felt inside of him.
When he felt sufficiently flushed and his lower body ached more than the muscles he had been working on, he gave up and returned to his apartment. He didnât bother to shower because he knew what would happen in there, so he knew that he looked an absolute mess to the strangers on the street.
Mizuki kicked his shoes off as soon as he made it into the doorway of his place. He didnât even place them on the shoe rack, instead making his way immediately to his couch and flopping down.
Even scrolling through his phone wasnât enough to calm his mind. He couldnât focus on anything but the ache and warmth between his legs. Desperate for a bit of relief, he quickly made his way to his room in an attempt to cool off. His hoodie and t-shirt hit the floor quickly, the cotton of his shirt still damp with sweat. One hand pulled briefly on his binder in a weak attempt to let the cool air hit his chest while the other began to slide the waistband of his pants down his hips.
Suddenly, another hand was pushing past his, down beneath his pants to rub against the wet crotch of his briefs.
âE-Eh!â He stammered, body flying forward away from the sudden presence pressed against his back. Mizuki suddenly felt blood rush in his ears as his face flushed.
âHow did you get in here, Kiriko?!â
The Maikoâs smile was far too relaxed and easy for Mizukiâs liking. She closed the distance between them again and, before he could speak, pressed her mouth to his, tongue eager to dive into his mouth.
The anticipation of this moment left him weak, and he could feel himself stepping backwards, dragging her with him, until the back of his knees met his bed and he fell backwards onto the mattress. He landed on his elbows, mouth suddenly cold without her warmth to meet it. Within the brief moment of silence, he noticed that he hadnât been the only one waiting for this: her eyelids were heavy with desire, breath a soft pant, and her skin already burning with pinks and reds.
âTake them off,â she breathed, looking down at him.
âEverything?â He questioned softly, his own voice barely audible over the rushing in his ears.
âIf thatâs okay.â
He nodded, knowing that she meant his binder. She still wasnât sure what boundaries she herself could push, so she was leaving it to him. He kicked off his pants while Kiriko stripped herself to match. He could hardly focus on his movements as he caught sight of her soft skin, the way the brown of her areolas faded to the lighter tan of her skin, and the soft green hair that could be found between her thighs.
He felt like he was going to pass out before he even realized that she was replacing her clothes with the strap-on.
The two were naked except for that singular cock, Kiriko looking down at Mizuki with awe and adoration.
âCan I call you beautiful?â She murmured.
Hearing her say that sent his heart racing, and he nodded. âOnly you.â
The approval brought her down onto the bed, straddling his thigh, so she could kiss him. The way their lips met was no longer like hungry beasts. It felt too tender, too sweet.
It scared him.
Quickly, one of his hands found her hair and gently pulled her back, exposing her throat to his lips. He began to kiss and suck down the length of her jugular before he was pushed down onto his back with a soft sigh.
âWhat about âbad girl?ââ She asked with a smirk.
He chuckled before turning his head to the side so he could look at her through his lashes, an attempt to look as innocent and femme as he could. âWho, me?â
Kiriko laughed at the show, slowly lowering her head to his small breasts. His nipples were already stiff, waiting eagerly for her touch since the training room. Her mouth was so close that he felt her breath against them.
But instead of her warm tongue, it was her calloused fingers that met his browned skin. Just a poke was enough for him to breathe through his nose. He wasnât willing to moan just yet. Her smirk returned as she sat up, silicone cock gently patting against his thigh, and reached out to pinch and pull at him.
He was never one to play with his nipples, instead opting to focus solely on his slit, but he knew that he had to now. The soft shocks sent through his skin and down his core from each tug and twist, combined with the hours-long aching and needing, were enough to send him over the edge.
His back arched so that she was palming his breasts, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the pathetic whimpering moans that dared to escape as his release splashed gently against the cock between his legs.
One of her hands left his chest to pull at his wrist, pulling the hand from his mouth to replace it with her lips. Her remaining hand grew rough as he rode out his orgasm so that he continued to release pathetic little noises into her mouth.Â
As Mizukiâs back relaxed back onto the bed, her free hand went down to his slit and began to rub his soft, wet folds. He squirmed at the sensation of being teased so quickly after an orgasm, but she didnât back down, instead dipping one finger into his softness.
âYouâre so wet, Mizuki!â She teased against his mouth. âLetâs get you a bit⊠stretched, first.â
Before what? He wanted to ask, but instead her tongue met his, and he was like putty in her hands. Putty that was being stretched and worked with two fingers spreading inside of him. It wasnât long before he felt himself teetering towards another orgasm.
A third finger was enough to push him past it.
âBeautiful,â Kiriko breathed into his ear as he moaned loudly, wantonly into hers. She began to slowly kiss down his neck to where his biotics met his shoulder. At the final edge of his skin, she bit down, bringing yet another whimper from him.
âDo you just like the noises⊠or what?â He asked between pants, barely noticing that his lips were slick with their mixed saliva.
She pulled away after a deep suck that bruised his skin and made him hiss softly. Kiriko looked down at him triumphantly.
âMine.â
Everything in him wanted to submit at that moment, looking up at the beautiful girl above him who was slowly growing obsessed with him. But that would only make him admit to himself that he was slowly beginning to feel the same.
Instead, he smirked and turned his head to the side, looking away to clear his mind. âFor a girl who doesnât really like me, thatâs a big claim.â
In retaliation, he felt something dull begin to rub against his wet cunt. He had almost forgotten what had brought the two of them together this time.
âI donât have to really like you to put this inside of you,â she replied, her fingers curling gently into his hair to make him look at her. âBut you have to really ask for it.â
His own fingers that usually filled the ache were nothing compared to the thick purple thing gently rubbing up and down between his lips.
It was⊠scary.
Everything was scary about this moment. Begging his enemy to fuck him, letting that thick cock inside of him, being seen as pathetic.
But it made his heart beat faster, the rush in his ears louder, the ache in his body grow.
âKirikoâŠâ He started, but faltered as the words failed to form. He had never begged for anything other than freedom from his curse.
âBe a good girl,â she urged softly before leaning forward and biting his earlobe. âLet me take care of you⊠Let me support youâŠâ
His heart ached at the promise of something so gentle when speaking of something so lewd.
âFuck me, Kiriko,â he whispered, afraid to hear himself.
âLouderâŠâ
His cheeks and ears began to burn as she began to align herself at his entrance, ready to spread him with enough encouragement. Her teeth pressed down into his throat, and she hummed against the skin there as she marked him again.
âFuck me, please,â he suddenly whined in such a way that surprised himself. âI want your cock inside meâŠâ
âGood girl,â was all he heard as he felt a sudden pressure make its way inside of his aching cunt and slowly push further and further. The pain was brief but enough for him to unwittingly clench around the silicone, making it worse.
As if she knew what was happening, Kiriko paused and pressed a gentle hand to his cheek. âI know,â she murmured against his lips before kissing over the rest of his face. âIt hurts. I know. Just take a breath⊠Release⊠BreatheâŠ.â
After what felt like eons had passed and Mizuki was sure the curse wasnât coming for him, he nodded to her to continue. Their skin met as the rest of the cock slid inside of him. He could feel a strange pleasure begin to replace the pain.
âYou look so amazing,â she hummed as she sat up. âMind if I⊠move you around a bit?â
He could barely respond as he tried to focus less on the thought of her cock inside of him, but he was able to nod. She smiled and moved her hands beneath his knees to carefully pull them up to his chest.
âHold those?â She requested, and he quickly obeyed. The movement forced her to readjust herself on top of him, her weight pressing down onto his legs to help hold them in place.
âAlways wanted to see you under me like this,â she breathed before asking, âAre you ready for me to move? Ready to get fucked like a good girl?â
A weak person would have snapped then and there.
And he had never felt so weak before.
âMake me a good girl,â he begged breathlessly.
He saw it thenâit was her turn to snap.
She raised her hips, and suddenly Mizuki could only feel the emptiness of his cunt before suddenly it was full again, and the stretching sent his head back and his mouth open. She repeated and began to thrust into him, slowly raising her speed to show that she knew to be gentle, but it was getting harder and harder to remain gentle with him under her.
He no longer cared about what noises he made and how stoic he lookedâhe was under her, pinned by her weight and her silicone cock, and he didnât care. All he cared about was how she hit the perfect spot in his cunt every time she pushed in as if she already knew how to fuck him.
Kirikoâs eyes were focused solely on his face, watching him hungrily. She wanted to see him cum again, this time from her dick, even if it wasnât really hers. It made her feel feral, like she had when she first got to run with the fox spirit. Her adrenaline was climbing, and she could feel herself slowly losing control.
If Mizuki had been paying any attention, he would have seen her eyes begin to shine a soft blue. But he was too focused on grasping the sheets beneath him and moaning her name like the good girl she was turning him into.
The vulgar wet slaps of her fucking him filled the room and he could feel just how wet he was when she pulled back, letting the cold air chill every spot his juices had spilled. And suddenly she was holding herself to him as he heard himself warn her of his oncoming orgasm.
âCumming, cu-cumming⊠Kiriko!â
He felt himself tighten around her again, just as he had around her fingers only minutes before, but this was different. The silicone barely gave way like the soft flesh of her, and he could feel himself⊠was he squirting? The soft splatter against her skin was enough audible confirmation that, he realized in the back of his head, he would have to clean his sheets before going to sleep.
âMore?â She asked, though it almost sounded like a demand if one didnât know how to listen. She pulled the silicone out of him before he answered, giving him a moment to refuse.
He nodded weakly, and as he finally began to register how blue her eyes were glowing, he was turned onto his stomach. His ass was pulled up and back to Kiriko. He expected to be filled once again, but instead her teeth pressed down into the fullness of his rear.
Hers.
Before he could even create a coherent sentence, much less a smug remark, she filled him again. One of her hands landed on the mattress next to his head, and the other gripped his hip as if he would disappear if she let go.
The lewd slaps filled the air again, and he knew the two of them would be lost in this dance for the rest of the afternoon, if not the night.
âTake it like a good girlâŠâ Kiriko groaned, her nipples gently dragging back and forth over his back.
Gasps and grunts were normal in the training room, but Mizuki was sure that very few had ever been reacting to the same thing he was.
âW-wait, Kiriko⊠Matte!â He gasped.
The Miko had him pushed against the wall and her hand down his pants, deft fingers slowly rubbing at his wetness beneath his boxers.
âEh~?â She asked playfully. âIs light petting too much for you, Mizuki?â
He could feel the heat burning his skin from the inside out, flaming up from his core. Their workout had been going normally enough: stretching, sparring, regular training. But then he must have made one of his usual quips to herâin fact, he knew he had, telling her she made him feel specialâand something had seemed to take over Kiriko.
âN-No, itâs justâŠâ He trailed off as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. The way she was looking up at him while her fingers continued to rub against his pubes was turning her on way too much.
Suddenly, her free hand gripped his chin and forced him to look back down. Before he could protest, her soft lips met his. He knew he was done for. Her tongue was eager to press into his slowly-parting mouth, and his reacted the best he knew how.
As they kissed, he could feel his knees growing weaker as every touch began to overwhelm him. He had never been close to another person in this way before, too afraid of his curse to touch them. But right now he would be a fool to refuse her.
Kiriko moved her hand from his chin to his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his binder through his compression shirt. She hummed into his mouth before finally pulling back and tilting her head as she considered something.
âIs it possible to get my hands under there, or would it be uncomfortable for you?â
The question caught him by surprise, and he couldnât stop the chuckle that bubbled up.
âMaybe next time.â
His smirk was quickly mirrored by Kiriko, and they began to kiss again like lovers who had been separated for centuries. As their lips met hungrily, her finger dipped between his legs completely to meet his clit. A shock went up his spine at the sensation of someone else touching him there, and he couldnât help the soft groan that entered her mouth.
Mizuki leaned back against the wall behind them until his head gently pressed against it. There was another moment where their mouths were unoccupied, but it quickly passed. He whimpered weakly as she toyed with his clit more and more, pushing him closer to an edge he had so far only approached alone. He wasnât sure how much time had passed since Kiriko had cornered him, but something in the back of his mind wanted to make sure that he was suddenly aware that someone could walk in on them.
And that pushed him right over the cliff.
The heat that had been pooling in his core suddenly rushed to meet her fingers as his head tried to tilt back even further despite the wall behind him. One of his hands wrapped around her wrist in a desperate attempt to hold her there, as if she had any plan to move away. He was sure he blacked out for a second because his orgasm ended far too quickly.
His eyes had been squeezed shut, and he was pleasantly surprised to see her smirking up at him as his climactic high began to drop. Before he could even think to smirk back, she spoke up.
âTime to clean up, I know Ryota and Chikasa will be here soon, and I thinkâŠâ She paused, her eyes softening as she stared up at his flushed face and exhausted expression, âI want to keep this sight to myself.â
Gasps and grunts were normal in the training room, but Mizuki was sure that very few had ever been reacting to the same thing he was.
âW-wait, Kiriko⊠Matte!â He gasped.
The Miko had him pushed against the wall and her hand down his pants, deft fingers slowly rubbing at his wetness beneath his boxers.
âEh~?â She asked playfully. âIs light petting too much for you, Mizuki?â
He could feel the heat burning his skin from the inside out, flaming up from his core. Their workout had been going normally enough: stretching, sparring, regular training. But then he must have made one of his usual quips to herâin fact, he knew he had, telling her she made him feel specialâand something had seemed to take over Kiriko.
âN-No, itâs justâŠâ He trailed off as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. The way she was looking up at him while her fingers continued to rub against his pubes was turning her on way too much.
Suddenly, her free hand gripped his chin and forced him to look back down. Before he could protest, her soft lips met his. He knew he was done for. Her tongue was eager to press into his slowly-parting mouth, and his reacted the best he knew how.
As they kissed, he could feel his knees growing weaker as every touch began to overwhelm him. He had never been close to another person in this way before, too afraid of his curse to touch them. But right now he would be a fool to refuse her.
Kiriko moved her hand from his chin to his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his binder through his compression shirt. She hummed into his mouth before finally pulling back and tilting her head as she considered something.
âIs it possible to get my hands under there, or would it be uncomfortable for you?â
The question caught him by surprise, and he couldnât stop the chuckle that bubbled up.
âMaybe next time.â
His smirk was quickly mirrored by Kiriko, and they began to kiss again like lovers who had been separated for centuries. As their lips met hungrily, her finger dipped between his legs completely to meet his clit. A shock went up his spine at the sensation of someone else touching him there, and he couldnât help the soft groan that entered her mouth.
Mizuki leaned back against the wall behind them until his head gently pressed against it. There was another moment where their mouths were unoccupied, but it quickly passed. He whimpered weakly as she toyed with his clit more and more, pushing him closer to an edge he had so far only approached alone. He wasnât sure how much time had passed since Kiriko had cornered him, but something in the back of his mind wanted to make sure that he was suddenly aware that someone could walk in on them.
And that pushed him right over the cliff.
The heat that had been pooling in his core suddenly rushed to meet her fingers as his head tried to tilt back even further despite the wall behind him. One of his hands wrapped around her wrist in a desperate attempt to hold her there, as if she had any plan to move away. He was sure he blacked out for a second because his orgasm ended far too quickly.
His eyes had been squeezed shut, and he was pleasantly surprised to see her smirking up at him as his climactic high began to drop. Before he could even think to smirk back, she spoke up.
âTime to clean up, I know Ryota and Chikasa will be here soon, and I thinkâŠâ She paused, her eyes softening as she stared up at his flushed face and exhausted expression, âI want to keep this sight to myself.â
âWhatâs a 7-letter word ârelating to or expressing love?ââ
Silence floats across the studio floor before you hear him turn around in his seat.
âWhat?â
You glance up from the crossword youâreâadmittedly strugglingâto complete to see Rafayel looking at you quizzically.
âItâs one of the clues for the crossword today,â you say as you hold up the daily paper. âThe first letter is A and the last letter is Y, and I cannot think of a single word that works.â You tighten your hold on the paper and shake it for emphasis.
His confusion shifts into amusement, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
âIf youâre asking me, you must truly be desperate,â he says after a soft chuckle. He stands and dusts his hands on his pants out of habit before walking over to sit on the sofa next to you. You move your legs up and across his lap to trap him.
âWell, I canât cheat and check on my phone,â you mumble as you look down at the paper again. The pencil in your hand taps impatiently against the empty boxes, pausing only when you feel him begin to rub your foot idly.
His other hand dips into his pocket to grab his phone.Â
âWhat was the clue?â He looks at you expectantly.
â7-letter word ârelating to or expressing love.ââ
His thumb glides over the screen. You wait patiently, doing your best to rack your brain for other answers during the silence. The hand on your foot suddenly pauses, and you glance up at him to see a smirk resting on his lips.
âWhat?â You ask.
âWellââ Rafayel pauses to make sure youâre paying attention, â--what if we make sure youâre not cheating? Iâll give you hints instead.â
You begin to huff and whine when the hand that was on your foot begins to slide up your leg. His touch is always gentle at the beginning; his fingers ghost over your knee and towards the leg of your shorts. His other hand goes to your other leg and pushes it down so your foot taps the floor.
With your new position, heâs able to maneuver himself onto his knees between your legs. Your body begins to heat up as he leans forward, his gaze so intense that your grip on the newspaper loosens.
âHow is this giving me a hint?â You mumble as he moves his focus to your neck.
He smirks before pressing his lips against your pulse.
âIt isâŠ. But if this isnât enoughââ he pauses to gently nip at your neck, â--how about a letter for every time you cum?â
You feel your face warm as he looks up from beneath his eyelashes to gauge your reaction. The smug look on his face makes you more than sure that he can feel how his words have sent your pulse racing.
âDeal,â you say as you grip his chin in your free hand and bring his lips to yours.
The usual gentle kisses are quickly bypassed for a hungrier variety as you finally drop the newspaper and pencil to the ground so you can put your fingers in his hair. He tastes like the raspberry hard candies he had been gifted earlier in the week, the scent of the fruit filling your nose as his tongue presses into your mouth.
You refuse to let him lead the way despite the premise, so you hold him to you for as long as you can go without breath. By the time your lips finally part, you know theyâre red, wet, and swollen. Rafayel stares down at you as you both gasp for air, already panting with anticipation.
âGot any ideas?â He asks softly, still a bit breathless.
âEven if I did, I wouldnât want to lose out on what comes next,â you reply with a smirk. âI think I get the full word inâŠâ You have to pause to mentally count the remaining letters, which elicits a laugh from him. â5 orgasms!â
âIâm far too generous,â he sighs as he leans forward to press a kiss to your ear before nipping at it. âBut only for you, cutie.â
âWhatâs a 7-letter word ârelating to or expressing love?ââ
Silence floats across the studio floor before you hear him turn around in his seat.
âWhat?â
You glance up from the crossword youâreâadmittedly strugglingâto complete to see Rafayel looking at you quizzically.
âItâs one of the clues for the crossword today,â you say as you hold up the daily paper. âThe first letter is A and the last letter is Y, and I cannot think of a single word that works.â You tighten your hold on the paper and shake it for emphasis.
His confusion shifts into amusement, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
âIf youâre asking me, you must truly be desperate,â he says after a soft chuckle. He stands and dusts his hands on his pants out of habit before walking over to sit on the sofa next to you. You move your legs up and across his lap to trap him.
âWell, I canât cheat and check on my phone,â you mumble as you look down at the paper again. The pencil in your hand taps impatiently against the empty boxes, pausing only when you feel him begin to rub your foot idly.
His other hand dips into his pocket to grab his phone.Â
âWhat was the clue?â He looks at you expectantly.
â7-letter word ârelating to or expressing love.ââ
His thumb glides over the screen. You wait patiently, doing your best to rack your brain for other answers during the silence. The hand on your foot suddenly pauses, and you glance up at him to see a smirk resting on his lips.
âWhat?â You ask.
âWellââ Rafayel pauses to make sure youâre paying attention, â--what if we make sure youâre not cheating? Iâll give you hints instead.â
You begin to huff and whine when the hand that was on your foot begins to slide up your leg. His touch is always gentle at the beginning; his fingers ghost over your knee and towards the leg of your shorts. His other hand goes to your other leg and pushes it down so your foot taps the floor.
With your new position, heâs able to maneuver himself onto his knees between your legs. Your body begins to heat up as he leans forward, his gaze so intense that your grip on the newspaper loosens.
âHow is this giving me a hint?â You mumble as he moves his focus to your neck.
He smirks before pressing his lips against your pulse.
âIt isâŠ. But if this isnât enoughââ he pauses to gently nip at your neck, â--how about a letter for every time you cum?â
You feel your face warm as he looks up from beneath his eyelashes to gauge your reaction. The smug look on his face makes you more than sure that he can feel how his words have sent your pulse racing.
âDeal,â you say as you grip his chin in your free hand and bring his lips to yours.
The usual gentle kisses are quickly bypassed for a hungrier variety as you finally drop the newspaper and pencil to the ground so you can put your fingers in his hair. He tastes like the raspberry hard candies he had been gifted earlier in the week, the scent of the fruit filling your nose as his tongue presses into your mouth.
You refuse to let him lead the way despite the premise, so you hold him to you for as long as you can go without breath. By the time your lips finally part, you know theyâre red, wet, and swollen. Rafayel stares down at you as you both gasp for air, already panting with anticipation.
âGot any ideas?â He asks softly, still a bit breathless.
âEven if I did, I wouldnât want to lose out on what comes next,â you reply with a smirk. âI think I get the full word inâŠâ You have to pause to mentally count the remaining letters, which elicits a laugh from him. â5 orgasms!â
âIâm far too generous,â he sighs as he leans forward to press a kiss to your ear before nipping at it. âBut only for you, cutie.â
genuine question: what do we use instead of xkit now? idk why but my dashboard doesn't refresh until after i scroll down like 5 posts and then i see new stuff. help me, young folks + the few that didn't disappear when prn was blocked
Ough you go to therapy you take your meds you learn to drive you make friends you graduate college you get a dog you rent a cute apartment you learn to love properly and then one person says something and it makes you feel like a kid again, alone on the swing
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