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"I don't know how these things usually work," The tingling anxiousness littered your body, sparked in the pit of your abdomen.
Your chest burned, as did your face, shame beginning to slither around your heart. "and I haven't exactly been to church in years," You bite your lip for a moment before continuing, "but I have something to confess."
Noticing your hesitancy; the same, low pitch, husk voice that belongs to your Priest – your friend fires back, "You are free of judgement here, remember that, Y/N."
Swallowing thickly, you muster the courage to bring yourself to say, "I lust for someone who is in no position to be tarnished by my sin."
Father Fujimoto clears his throat, his ears flaring red, repositioning his large vieiny hands to rest on his mahogany desk, intertwined with each other. "Our sins live in our hearts, our souls, they will be carried with us forever. If someone falls into temptation, we must be reminded that we humans are imperfect."
"I'm not sure if lust exists in his mind, but I want to plant it there, for him to want me the same way I want him. I know I'm selfish, but I cannot stand how our relationship is now, how much I have to pretend all I desire is his friendship. Is that bad, Father?"
Your hooded, unnerved eyes made an attempt to hold thorough contact with his, glancing at the floor and your hands.
Shiro took a pause, clenching his jaw before he carefully responded, "May I ask who he is?"
Why did that sound so familiar?
Oh Shiro's lips, it was foreign; his voice had venom behind it, it was almost as if he was — jealous.
Your heart pounds in your chest, thumping against your ribcage and pulsing in your ears.
Swallowing thickly, your eyes fall into your lap. "You, Shiro." It came out, barely above a whisper, his expression remaining stoic.
"I didn't quite catch that, would you mind saying that again?" Eyes pouncing back up to meet his, you catch a sly grin on Shiro's lips.
He had heard you.
Loud and clear.
"Fujimoto!" You scold, getting up from your chair in defence to his teasing – to flee his intoxicating presence. His gravelly voice comes out in a low chuckle, halting your body in place. "Who says lust doesn't live in my heart for you?" Heat flushed your face, burning in your ears and cheeks.
Shiro beckons you over with his fingers, to which you oblige. Patting his lap, you sank down onto his thighs, his hands perch you up on his crotch by your hips, earning a gasp from your lips. "I'm much more flawed and imperfect than you make me out to be, Y/N."
Ah, and there it was.
Your name.
On his tongue.
Your body atop of his.
His thick fingers take your chin, leaning your head up to level with his. Your eyes immediately flicker between his lightly chapped lips, his maroon colored eyes.
The gap between your lips and his closed in a greedy kiss, passion dripping from the synced motion. Your hands moved to cup his face, skin tickled by his silver, scruff beard.
It continued like this; breathless against his lips, leaning further into his embrace, his hands settled at your waist. Shiro held you in place on his lap, steadying your wriggling hips that slowly gyrated against his hardening length.
The kiss was only making your hunger for Shiro insatiable; your infatuation growing into a bottomless pit, one you don't mind falling into. "Is this what you want?"
A sinner down a rabbit hole.
"Please," You begged aimlessly, thighs beginning to quiver and squirm in your unhindered anticipation. Panting against his lips, he takes a moment to cock a grin, eyes trained in yours, pupils blown with indecency; of which you never expected of someone in his practice. "Go on, tell me what you want Y/N."
You drank him in; his scar, the small brow and smile wrinkles, his circular glasses, sitting effortlessly on the bridge of his nose. Shiro's silver head of hair, his scent of citrus shampoo and intoxicating cologne. All of which you've grown familiar with before; many times for many years.
And you'd never grow tired of it.
Of him.
You yearned his touch, craved his warmth. God, you were fully submitted to this man. Whipped.
Ready to dabble in your treacherous, unholy fantasies.
"I want you to touch me Shiro, please." You could hear his breath hitch in his throat, biting his lip upon hearing the words fall from your risqué tongue. Shiro sighs out as his hands fall to your ass, cupping each cheek with a delighted squeeze, earning a breath from you. "So polite. Maybe I should reward you." Shiro cocks a brow, suggestion riddled in his eyes. You nod, awaiting instructions, "Yes please."
He waves his large hand out to his desk, gesturing to the open space directly in front of his chair. "Lay down and spread yourself for me sweetheart." He tenderly kisses your neck, flicking the tip of his tongue over your skin. With a subtle shiver, you oblige; crawling from his lap and laying on the hard wooden surface, legs shying open as you perched your torso up on your elbows.
Your body was aflame under his hungry gaze; eyes engulfing your form, tracing over every inch of your body.
You felt your cunt twitch with neglect, devoid of the pleasure you sought.
Shiro licks his lips, his warm hands caressing down the skin of your thighs to your center, holding your legs open. Gravity held your skirt bunched at your hips. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of your panties, humming with amusement, "You wore these for me? Wore these to get fucked by your Priest? Fucked by the man who you sought redemption from?" Shiro hums, awaiting an answer. The embarrassment from his words forbid you to say anything in retort, trying to close your legs against the grasp his hands.
But they held you there, to ravel in his words. His large hand came up from your warm skin to smack it, your body jolting at the sudden prickling pain. "I want an answer." He commanded, his eyes stern, his grin playful and teasing. You nod, but he seemed unsatisfied, slapping your barely clothed pussy. He rips a gasp from your lips, bucking away from his rough touches. "Yes sir." You reluctantly admit. A rumbled chuckle erupts from him, eyes dark under his gaze. "That's more like it."
Ridding of your flimsy panties and skirt, he's immediately met with your arousal, your true, deeper feelings for him that you've kept locked away, as if immoral.
It is.
"Look at how fucking wet you are for me." He groans, lightly slapping your slick essence. "Oh, you've wanted me for so long, haven't you Y/N?" You hum in admittance, letting Shiro's sliver of naughty words bounce against the shakiness in your thighs, along with the shiver in your back. "Don't worry, I'm here to cater to every one of your needs and desires, so don't hold out on me sweetheart." Your back arches into his warm touch, smiling in satisfaction.
Expertly sliding a finger in your warmth, you sighed, hips rolling into his movements. Retracting it from you entirely, you whine, but instead, he presses it on your puckered ass, startling you, his ring digit taking the other's place, returning to the velvety walls of your cunt. Moaning from the stimulation, your elbows buckle beneath your back, threatening to give in. "Fuck," You breathe, his rough finger-fucking rendering your mind hazy and thoughtless. Your eyes unfocused, you hadn't notice Shiro lean down in-between your legs until you felt his wet, warm tongue on your clit. Your back arches, electric static coursing through your body. Shiro's tongue danced on your bundle of nerves, flicking and swirling excitedly.
"Wow, you're – hah - really good at this ‐ ahh!" Hips rolling into his mouth, your arm flew up to cover your face, ashamed at the decadent cries pouring from your mouth. You lay on your priest's desk, spread out for him, letting him expertly eat your pussy. "Shiro!" Your back arches once more, pleasure tingling up your limbs. Heat scorched your body, toes curling at the intensity of his ministrations. "You g'na cum already?" He asks from between your legs, encasing his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. Your hand flew to Shiro's silver hair, intertwining the strands between your fingers. "Shut up! Ah - oh God! Shiro! Fuck!"
Breathless, you whine endlessly, on the brink of your orgasm, your walls clenching around his fingers. He retracts his fingers and tongue, a long whine leaving your lips in response. Frustration bubbled in your chest, your face hot. He tuts at you, hooking your thighs in one arm as he smacking your ass from underneath you. You yelp, a rough sting blossoming in your bosom. It was most certainly not his hand.
It couldn't be. Oh but it was; the calloused, hardened skin of his skillful hands.
"How naughty, calling out the name of God during such a vulgar act." Another slap echoed, bounced. You feel heat emitting from his blows, all on the same cheek. "I'm sorry sir." It had only earned another, biting your lip from releasing a yelp.
Then another.
"Ahh!" You screamed, trying to grip the desk as you brace for the next one. "Say my name." He demands, spanking you coldly.
"Shiro!"
"Again." His voice booms from above you.
Another blow lands on your ass.
Tears prick your eyes, strain in your voice, "Shiro!"
Instead of whipping you again, his hand comes down to tenderly rub and massage your abused ass cheek. "Good girl, you're doing so well for me." You praise made your chest swell, your pussy tingling at his cooing. "I trust that anytime you want to stop, you'll tell me." He leaned down to whisper, standing straight to receive a nod from you. "Good."
"Shiro?" You call, a silent begging in your eyes.
"Yes Y/N?"
"May I tell you what I want?"
"Yes." His eyes pinned you in place, his grasp on you tight, squeezing in like jaws on prey. Tightening, suffocating; as if you'd be swallowed whole.
Yet, at the same time, you craved it. It had become such an addicting feeling; his attention. Shiro's hold on you is like nothing that's ever come to exist before, an epiphany; a fantasy so vividly playing before you. A melody that scratches euphorically in every corner of your mind. He shifts on one foot, antsy with your hesitance. The tension in the air was thick, enough to suffocate on.
"Fuck my face." His face burned, red flushing the apples of his cheeks. Your heart thumped as you read his reaction to your request, how his cock shifted in his slacks upon hearing your indecent words. Shiro scoffs, "With manners." As Shiro summoned dominance and transparency in his tone, his body language was hungry; barely holding onto control, sanity.
It appears Shiro was just as starved as you were; holding oceans of temptation, held back by morale, decency. The confines of your friendship.
It dawned on you; Shiro and you are alike. Mortal, human. Just as much as a deviant as you are, probable to fall into the hands of sin, to make pitiful attempts to appease God.
But if He is as forgiving as He is told, He will forgive you for this.
"Please," You pout, finding trouble conjuring those submissive, wicked words. "Shiro, fuck my face." You whine, desire crawling beneath every inch of your skin; pooling in your center, sending goosebumps all down your body.
Shiro's composure faltered for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps, adjusting his glasses before nodding, "Oh yeah?" You nod, sliding your elbows down to lay flat on the sleek wood, shoving his reports and paperwork off his desk, his loose pens clattering to the floor as you did so.
But neither him or you could reap a care in the world.
Your breathing hitched, his body rounding the desk, Shiro's confined erection twitching, eye-level as he stood in front of you. He bends to hold his priest's robe at his waist, your hands impatiently claw at the belt, button, and zipper of his pants. "That's it, good girl," Shiro's voice purrs above you, eyes staring down at you, hand on his chin as he studied your movements. Pulling down his black briefs, his cock nearly smacked you in the face; jolting with sheer exhilarating arousal.
Taking his cock in your hand, you felt your bottom lip flip between your teeth, mouth watering at the sight; his cheeks reddened with an amazed blush, eyes practically pleading you from above.
Shiro Fujimoto, a man who's exceeded your every standard.
Though he had his faults, his imperfections, Shiro is a man that always knows what he wants; how dedicated and loyal to his desires he's become.
Shiro's tip was a pretty pink, precum beading from its slit. Veins bulged from his shaft, which is beautifully curved upward.
You stroked it patiently, trying to assess its impressive length and girth to your throat. Shiro's heavy breaths held eagerness, as if thanking you for every touch. Already becoming lightheaded from being upside-down, you chuckle; amused, pleased beyond comprehension.
Impatiently shoving his length in your moan, a loud groan ensued, a string of curses following from Shiro's lips, "Oh fuck, hmmn such a good fucking girl for me." His cock twitches in the wet cavern of your mouth, a sharp hiss seeping from between Shiro's lips. Bobbing your head as much as you could muster laying on your back, Shiro holds your jaw, silently commanding you to stay still. His other set of fingers held the side of your head tenderly, a wide grin on his face as his hips began to pound against your mouth.
Sucking in messy breaths through your nose, your hands flew to Shiro's meaty thighs, gripping them as they flexed. "Oh, fuck. Y/N, your pretty mouth feels so fucking hmmn good." He chuckles a bit, slurring his words, drunk on the rippling pleasure. You can feel it, the twitching clench of his highs, hear the heavy panting and groans above you, spewing from his mouth like non verbal praise.
Shiro was careful not to buck too harshly, considerate with his size and your throat.
A perfect gentleman.
"I think you deserve a reward." Shiro hums, unsheathing his stiff cock from your mouth, his half lidded eyes never once leaving you; your body, your expressions, you watched as he lost himself in your irises, basking in these vivid, obscene moments with you. A tad disappointed he didn't let you finish him off, you reassured yourself that there was more time to do so.
It was inappropriate; this relationship, where it was all unfolding, this was perhaps one of the most immoral decisions you've made.
Both of you were aware, and yet, neither of you were concerned.
It felt amazing, thrilling; the way Shiro made you feel. How light you felt on your feet in his presence, hogging his attention, his appreciation. His praise.
You allow yourself to finally sit up, the blood rushing down from your head, dizzying yourself for a moment before your eyes lingered back to his face, "Yeah? What did you have in mind, Shiro?" His hand takes his glasses by the leg and flicks them off his face, the long chain dangling on each side, setting them down on his desk. Trying to soothe the subtle ache in your throat, you draw small circles on the apple of your neck. "I'm thinking I want to make your thighs shake so hard around my head that your bones will feel like sand, does that sound like something you'd enjoy, Y/N?" Shiro purrs, his husky, sensual voice caged you in, his towering presence in front of you.
"Yes please, I need you," You begged, eyes clouding with your growing sexual appetite. Shiro chuckles lowly, a smirk on his lips, his tongue parting them, swiping across the soft skin. Instead of closing the space between the two of you - like you were expecting, Shiro took position on the small couch from the opposite side of the room, laying calculated on the plush cushions. You quirk a brow, taking a small pause to assess what he had meant. A breathy, amused huff escapes his nose, Shiro sitting up for a moment on his elbows, "Don't tell me I have to tell such a beautiful woman to take a seat." It clicked, Shiro laying flat once more.
The fire burned in your face, chest, loins; it rendered you almost breathless. The thick tension was hard to swallow, and it was intensifying by the minute. With every word of his baritone filled voice. Every ounce of attention he gives you.
You shudder, beyond excited for the pleasure to come.
Giddy, you skip to the elder man on the sofa, throwing your skirt off your body, hands reaching back to unclip your bra, letting it sink to the floor. Before you went in to straddle his chest, you pause, scanning over his body. "What's wrong Y/N?" Concern laced his voice, jumping to sit upright on the couch. "I think it's unfair you're not in the least bit as undressed as I am." Placing your hands on your hips, you look at him with a playful, expectant glare. Shiro waves his hand with a light laugh. "If you insist."
It's a relief you could continue as it was; the connection you had before today, how comfortable it is around him still. Losing a bond in the process of this doesn't make it worth it.
A hopeful gleam sprout through your frame; maybe a friendship can be lost to graduate to something a little more.
You watch Shiro's hands, how they work teasingly slow, with no hiccups or miscalculation. Shiro held eye contact through his heavy lidded eyes, drinking in the nervousness, the yearning for the mere sight of his skin. They work their way downwards, flipping the buttons of his robe through their slits, flicking it from his torso, leaving a white tank top behind. It hugged his toned chest, muscular arms birthed in the light, his crimson eyes staring over your features.
You never knew how muscular Shiro truly was, under his robes - even after all these years. "You almost look surprised." He comments, a grin on his lips as he raised a brow. "I didn't know I could want you any more than I do." You breathe dreamily, sinking into his lap. "I thought you wanted me undressed, Y/N." Shiro teased, warm hands cupping your hips. A sharp shiver runs down your spine at his touch, goosebumps surfacing on your body. "I can't wait anymore, I need you," Shiro's warm lips found yours, moving in a desperate, messy sync. Teeth clicked and bumped together, nothing but primal want; his hands roamed your backside, pressing his flesh across your back, your ass, your hips.
"Took the words right outta my mouth." He mutters against your lips, his heavy breaths fanning your face, clashing with yours. "So fucking beautiful," He kisses your neck, leaving a trail of tickling, sensual pecks on your heated skin. The salt colored hairs of his beard scratched your skin as the two of you conjoined the passion that runs through the bones of your soul. You whimper against his ministrations, his large hand coming down to slap the supple skin of your ass, "Fuck!" From your hips, to your breasts his hands traveled, cupping and massaging your mounds gently, rolling your hardening nipples between his fingers. Arching into his touches, a throaty whine leaving your lips as your head dropped to the crook of his thick neck. "I want it, I want you, please Shiro,"
Alas, you feel like you've waited far too long.
Endless tingles of lust drowned you in a euphoric haze, rendering your body into a nearly catastrophic, relentless pining.
For his skin on yours – something, anything.
Oh you were going absolutely insane - his heavy breath on your lips and neck sent your teeth catching your lip in an unmatched excitement.
"I can feel you dripping," You felt Shiro's lips curl on your skin, tickling the sensitive flesh. Reaching down between your legs, you begin to palm his painfully mast cock over the thin material of his boxer briefs, earning a low groan from Shiro's throat as his head tilted backward. "You're turned on just as much, you ass." A light hearted laugh fans his neck after you had leaned into his ear, giving a teasing, pointed lick across the shell.
"Sit back for a second beautiful." Obeying his command, you sat on his lower thighs, supported by his hand on your back. Shiro lifted his hips, his other hand working his undergarment off his thighs.
Once seated comfortably again, your eyes dropping to follow his twitching dick, jumping to lay curved on his muscular stomach. Repositioning yourself, you straddling his lap, your knees were planted on the outer side of his thighs. Your feet were curved, also situated on the plush cushions of the couch. "I'm going to make you feel a taste of Heaven," Shiro purrs, his large hands holding you by where your ass meets your thighs, aiding you in lifting your hips to hover above his erection. Hands on his shoulders, you give him a reassuring squeeze, staring into the pit of his irises.
You plummet down on his length, sunken down into completion, fullness. Breathing out shakily, you try to melt the tension in your shoulders and hips, adjusting to his size.
Shiro makes no sudden movements, massaging each hip with soothing hands. "You're doing so well, such a good girl, taking it all in just for me," He coos lowly in your ear, planting soft kisses on your neck, your collar bone, slowly making way to your lips. It was slow, sensual, passionate.
It gives a blanket of fulfillment, it's every single thing you've imagined, reenacting joyous thoughts you've had before, when your eyes drooped down to the same lips that were now pressed on yours.
You felt a far more pleasurable ache in the coil of your belly, rolling into an experimental momentum, earning ripples of searing ecstasy. Feeling your head drop back from the lightheaded delight, a moan bounced against the walls from your chest, eyes nearly rolling into the black pits of your sockets. "Shiro, oh my -- S' good, so good!" You rock yourself downward on Shiro's cock, your pussy sucking him in all the right places. The man beneath you groaned in mindless pleasure at the encasing of your fleshy, slick walls, hissing at your nails pressing in the flesh of his shoulders. Your nipples brushed on his firm chest, sparks flying from stimulation.
"You feel so fucking good," Shiro breaths, a rumbled chuckle following. Upon announcing this, his hips begin to jackhammer into yours, intense, white hot volts of indescribable pleasure crash through each of your limbs. Shiro fucked you dumb, nudging your g-spot with his tip. Your mind was infected with such a heavy fog, that thoughts raced, any comprehensive train of thought flown off the railing. "You like that? Yes, you fucking love that, you -- haah - love my cock, when -- mhn - I fuck you like this." Tears well in your eyes, tongue failing to muster any words, just unintelligible moaning and whining.
"Shiro! Shiro! Shi-- oh God!" You call, beckon; but he was already at your side, answering to your every desire. The hot tears in your eyes fall over, cascading down your cheeks, your chest closing in to lean on his, arms wrapping around his neck, your breathless pants on his shoulder. "Take this dick, take every stroke Y/N." Pistoning inside of you, his cock massaged your delicate walls, frying your brain with delicious euphoria in his lust-filled embrace.
The coil in your stomach was closing in; threatening to snap, to explode. "Shiro, ohh, fuck! 'M so close!" Shiro's exerted breaths were soon unaccompanied by the lewd sound of his thrusts, lifting your body to unsheath himself from your warmth. You whine in protest, your orgasm slowly trickling away with each passing second.
Gasping in the suddenness, the air whipped around you as you were flipped over, knees and elbows positioned on the couch cushions. You felt his hands spread your ass, his cock ramming back inside of you. Arching your back into his rapid thrusts, your eyes screw shut, feeling his arm nudge your side before you felt his fingers circling your clit. Unbelievably stimulated, your orgasm is near completion, teetering over the edge. "That's it, cum for me Y/N," Shiro groans, driving his dick into you, his large balls smacking your clit with each slam.
And there it was, at last; your orgasm sent roaring, hot pleasure through every vein, every inch of your body. Your legs shook as you mewled endlessly, screaming, shouting his name like a prayer.
Oh but he didn't stop, he fucked you so roughly through your trickling orgasm, right to the start of the next one so fast, your mind couldn't keep up. Once again, you were tossed in the air like a rag dog, on your back this time, easing your weight off of your aching joints.
Your body was curved, taking a moment to find there was a pillow beneath you, perched below your lower back. Rolling your lax shoulders further into the couch, you felt your thighs clamp around Shiro's throttling hips. His balls hit the crack of your plump ass this time, slightly sticky with your essence.
Your Priest plunged into your cunt like a man starved, as if the feeling you were giving him made him all the more lose himself to the thick remnants of sin.
This act, this desire, this yearning; if it were sinful, may your soul be damned. You were practically swimming in a forbidden lake, basking in taboo with pride and a sense of fruition.
Finally opening your eyes, you meet his, half lidded under the misty cloud of libido. His tongue poked at the corner of his lightly curved corner of his mouth, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. One hand moved to your stomach, applying a tolerable amount of pressure. The other played with your soft mounds atop your chest, reviving the stimulation in your nipples, slapping them ounce satisfied. Shiro's fingers brushed lightly down your body down to your clit, laying his hand down to thumb strong circles, stringing titillating pleasure in your abdomen. You felt your whole body cast a violent wave of shivers, the coil slithering back into completion.
"I love you," You mumble, almost going unheard by the man above you. "I thought you'd admit it soon enough." He smiles above you, pecking your lips, breaths falling heavy, a bead of sweat dropping from his face onto your shoulder. "'Love you too Y/N, now mmn cum for me baby," The circles grew faster, and the thick tension in your belly swirling tighter. "I -- Ahh, Oh G-" Releasing choked cries, your loud moans echo along the walls of the room, on the same walls that hold the confidentiality of your redemption.
This is your redemption.
This is your forgiveness.
This is a gift, a push and shove toward the other side.
Your chest heaved, another brink of the ecstacy reached, warmth pulsing through your body. You feel a gush of air fly over the top of your body, opening your eyes to feel Shiro crumbling atop of you, cries of utter pleasure spewing from the stimulation of your spasming walls around his cock.
But he wasn't down with you. Not yet.
"I want one more out of you," Shiro announces, carefully pulling out of you, "Let's switch." He orders, your shaky body wasting no time to obey. Standing on wobbly legs to let him lay where you were, pillow thrown further down the couch. "Where do you want me, Shiro?" You quirk a brow, running your hand over his warm, sweaty torso. "M' face." He licks his lips.
Biting your lip, you felt anxious, but nevertheless, he got you right where he wanted. You straddle his head, laying your upper half across his body, your hand moving to stroke his cock. He hums beneath you, his wet tongue licking a stripe up your clit. You whimper, still sensitive from the last two orgasms.
Feeling his finger drive into your slick entrance, you laugh in delight, leaning his cock upward to curl your tongue, licking up the underside.
His naughty tongue danced along your sweet bundle of nerves, spiking along your body as it rekindled the heat from your pounding heart and tightening belly. You felt the vibrations of your cries vibrate along his shaft as you stuffed him in your mouth, tongue expertly slithering along the sides. His finger-fucking soon became as rapid and expertly as it was the time before, yet another tidal wave of everlasting bliss filling your body. It slammed your limbs into submission, shaking under its thunderous force. Shiro laughs beneath you, seemingly enjoying this as much as you were. His cock left your mouth in a pop, screams tearing through your neck as he slowly guided you through its crescendo.
Rising to your knees proved harder than it seemed; you resembled that of a baby deer first lifting themself from the ground. You managed, with proper determination, turning your body around to drop yourself back on his length, to which Shiro responded with carefully flipping your bodies over, his body returned to hover above yours. "Still want more?" Cockiness laced his tone, almost teasing, taunting your drive.
But no, you were continuing with a goal in mind, you wanted him to come to the same conclusion as you did.
After all, as the first time, it was meant to be special, with as much work as he's put in, he most certainly deserves to cum.
"You haven't finished yet." You playfully slap his face. Shiro takes the same hand and returns it to his fleshy, prickly cheek, laying your palm flat, holding it there. "You don't have to, satisfying you is much more than I could ask for." Propping yourself up on your elbow, you stare intently in his eyes. "And what I'm asking isn't selfish of you, I want you to enjoy this as much as I do." "I most definitely am, since the start. The day I met you." He closes some distance, pouncing on the gap between your bodies. "Cum with me Shiro, please." Glancing down at his lips, he closes them on yours, a sly grin on them once he pulls away, "Don't have to tell me twice."
Shiro propels his hips into yours, putting an impressive increased amount of speed in his thrusts. Pleasured cries fanned your face in hot, minty breaths, his hand dropping yours, arms soon entangling around his neck.
In no time at all, you felt him withdrawing from you, your thighs quick to act, legs locking him into place. "Y/N, I'm g'na cum," He hurriedly said, tapping your thigh. "Inside, I want it inside, I'm on the pill, please Shiro," You pout, a grateful smile casting over his lips, loud groans pouring from his mouth as his brows knit together, his hips meeting your with short, harsh ruts. Ropes of his hot cum shot along your walls, spreading his seed deep within you. You sigh, body still in the aftermath of the rush.
And there you lie, both sweaty, breaths heavy under the intensity of your activities. He fell on the space to your left, shoulder leaning on the back cushions as he cuddled you close to his body. Attacking your neck with peppered kisses, you giggle as his skin and facial hair tickled your tender flesh.
"I love you, I always have, I'm so glad you said something, I felt like I was going to explode." Shiro rambled, sighing in relief, burying his face in your neck. A weight unshackles from your chest, following with the same sigh. "I'm glad I didn't ruin anything between us. I wouldn't know what to do without you, Shiro." "Even if I hadn't, I'd never let you go." A wide smile spreads across your lips as he says that, basking in the warmth, mind coming off the annoying, tickling drip from your entrance.
"Hey Shiro," You drag out, earning a hum in the same tune. "if you love this couch as much as I think you do, you'd better help me get to your tub." With a light chuckle, Shiro agrees without reluctance, moving around you to scoop your form from the furniture, maneuvering around the building to his bathroom.
"You stink anyway." He teases, setting you down gently in the ceramic bathtub. "Shut up, I'm wearing your cologne, if that's the case, you also smell like ass." Turning his knob to a comfortable setting, he plugs the drain and quirks a brow. "How are you wearing my cologne?" You felt the warmth dissipate from your face, a nervous chuckle ensuing. "Y/N." He called in a warning tone. "Rin may or may not have snuck a bottle." "That brat!"