MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND | FEM! SHIDOU RYUSEI X READER PT3
PT 1 | PT2 | smut | final part
Previously:
"What are you apologizing for?" she whispers back, pink eyes locked onto yours.
"I… don’t know. For being a blind idiot?"
Ryu chuckles, her scowl from earlier softening into a smile.
"Sure. You’re an idiot. But you’re my idiot."
"… "
"Too cheesy?" she asks, trying to fight back a laugh.
"Too cheesy," you admit, smiling softly.
The tension from before disappears as she looks at you and you look at her.
“So… about that make out session..?” she says suggestively moving her eyebrows, grinning.
The moment Shidou said those words, you know there's no turning back. Not that you ever really could resist her. Not when she's pinning you against the cool tile wall, your towel forgotten, skin damp and burning against hers. Her breath teases your lips, daring you to take what she's been offering all along.
And damn it, you do.
Your lips crash into hers, all urgency and pent-up longing. It's as if weeks, months, maybe even years of unspoken tension unravel in the heat between you. Her groan into your mouth is the most devastatingly beautiful sound you've ever heard. It sets every nerve on fire, and your fingers dig into her hips, her back, anywhere you can hold on, because you need to ground yourself, to convince yourself this is real.
Ryu's hands are everywhere, tracing fire along your skin, from your stomach to your collarbone. When she cups your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, you swear you might lose your mind. The control she exerts, the way she commands your attention, is infuriating and intoxicating all at once.
"You taste so damn sweet," she murmurs, her lips traveling down your jaw to your neck, flicking her tongue against your skin to elicit a gasp. It's embarrassing how easily your body responds to her, how naturally it all comes, as if she knows every little thing that makes you tick. Knowing Shidou, she probably does.
"For someone who acts like they hate me, you sure seem eager," she teases, her voice thick with amusement as her teeth scrape against your pulse.
You exhale sharply, biting back the urge to cuss her out but she sees through you. Her pink eyes are half-lidded, dark with something dangerous, something hungry.
"Say it," she murmurs, her thumb brushing your lower lip. "Tell me you want this."
Your breath shudders, the words heavy on your tongue, stubbornly silent. But then her knee presses between your legs, deliberate and—
"Damn, Ryu," you breathe, holding onto her arms to steady yourself.
She grins, triumphant. "That's what I thought."
She kisses you again, harder, rougher, her hands exploring your body like she's memorizing every inch. Nothing else matters. Not when she's dismantling, manhandling you like this.
Her hands travel lower, nails grazing your thighs, parting them with ease. She watches you squirm under the weight of her touch.
"Look at you," she purrs, pressing her thigh between yours, just enough to make your breath catch. "So damn pretty when you're desperate."
A whimper escapes your lips, one you can't even pretend to be ashamed of, not when her fingers ghost over your inner thigh, teasing, never quite giving you what you crave. She's watching you, savoring every twitch, every shudder, every shaky breath.
"C'mon, baby," she coos, her voice sweet with a wicked edge. "Beg for it."
Your pride screams at you to resist, to stay silent, but then her fingers slip between your folds, pressing just enough pressure where you need it most, and—
"Please," you gasp, clutching her shoulders as if she's the only thing keeping you upright.
"That's a good girl."
Her words shoot through you, pleasure sparking at the base of your spine, making your knees tremble as she finally, finally gives you what you want. Her fingers move slowly at first, torturous, building a rhythm that has you holding onto her like she's your anchor. Her lips find yours again, swallowing your moans, drinking them down like they're the only thing that could ever satisfy her.
And then she picks up the pace.
The heel of her palm grinds against your clit, her fingers curling inside you, finding that spot that makes your legs quake, your breath ragged. She's whispering filth against your skin, telling you how good you feel, how damn sexy you look like this, wrecked and desperate and entirely hers.
"Ryu—"
"I've got you, baby," she murmurs, her lips trailing down your throat, leaving marks you'll wear with pride. "Be good for me and come."
And you do.
It crashes over you, your body arching against her as she guides you through it, her fingers never stopping, never slowing, drawing it out until you're gasping, trembling in her embrace.
She pulls back, studying your face with a smug grin, her eyes dark and satisfied. "Damn, that was hot."
You barely catch your breath before she's lifting you, your legs wrapping around her waist, pressing you against the tile. "Hope you're not too tired," she teases, grinding against your over sensitive body. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
By the time she's finished with you, you're not just spent, you're wrecked, trembling, mind blank, body satisfied in a way you've never known. Shidou doesn't just take; she consumes, ensuring you'll never forget the way she feels, the way she tastes, the way she claims every inch of you.
And as you stand there, barely able to catch your breath, barely holding yourself together… her fingers lazily trace your oversensitive skin, her pink eyes glint with satisfaction.
"Yeah," she purrs, her lips brushing your ear, "You're mine now. Try and act like you don't want this again—I dare you."
