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Amane huffed, cursing under his breath as he carried his overstuffed suitcase to his room instead of dragging the damn thing like any regular person would.
He had to be quiet, seeing his parents didn’t really appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night. There wouldn’t be a need to do this if he’d aimed for a more decent arrival time, but he couldn't stay away a moment longer.
The second they released him from his internship he took his suitcase, armed himself with an ungodly amount of coffee and red bulls and hit the road.
Driving home in one go left him with a stiff neck, a sore tailbone and an almost preternatural need to sleep. He wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. But it had been worth it. He was finally back home after being away all summer.
He pushed the suitcase under the bed. Unpacking was too daunting of a task right now. There would be time for it tomorrow; right after dropping by next door to Nene’s place.
He could almost see his girlfriend’s face when he showed up at her house almost a week early.
Morning couldn’t come soon enough!
He’d missed her too much. So much he thought he’d go insane. So much he’d probably try to convince her to sneak around with him for a quicky. Or a three-day sex marathon. Any of those would do. Anything in between, too.
But that would take a whole lot of energy, and he didn’t have any right now. So he should probably just take his clothes off and try to sleep.
He’d only started pulling up his shirt when a rustling sound came from his window. He whipped his head towards it and found a chubby, adorable leg sliding through his window.
Nene.
She bursted inside his second-story room, jumping from the windowsill with a mind-boggling grace only achievable by having jumped in hundreds— maybe even thousands— of times before.
Time seemed to stop. His eyes ran over her for what felt like a million times, not believing what they saw. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. The face of an angel. The body of a Sex Goddess. The moonlight shone on her pale skin, making her look like a dream so much he wasn’t sure she was there at all.
She walked towards him, closing the distance between them with a few confident steps then stopped, right there at his reach.
“You’re here,” she said under her breath like she didn’t fully believe it. “You’re really here.”
She stared at him with her big, crimson eyes, looking ethereal in her loose, almost see-through nightgown, silvery hair falling down her back, perfect lips begging to be kissed.
So pretty. So hot.
Like straight out of one of his wet dreams.
Maybe this was one of those. He hadn’t even texted her he was here. How could she know?
The question must have shown on his face because she shrugged her delicate shoulders and said “I saw your car through my window.”
She raised her hand to his face. His knees went weak, and his eyes almost closed against his will. He’d never got her touch right in his dreams. She had to be real.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
His hand flew to cover hers and pressed her palm against his cheek.
“I missed you too.”
A beautiful smile lit up her face, and her lips found their way to his. Sweet, warm and perfect. Just as he remembered. Just as before he left.
He kissed her back without a second thought. He licked her lips and explored the inside of her mouth, wanting to take her in all at once, to make up for the lost time.
She seemed to want the same. She kissed him hard, her shallow breaths growing more needy, her tongue more insisting, her touch more demanding. He was just getting to her level when she threw him on the bed, and then climbed on top of him.
“God, I missed this,” he panted as soon as she let him pull away to breathe.
“Yeah?”
“So much.” Starving hands found their way to her breasts.
She arched herself into them. “Not as much as I did,” she said, her voice saturated with want and reproach. “I hardly touched myself all summer.” The pressure that’d been building in his belly grew more intense. “My fingers didn’t feel half as good as you,” she admitted, taking his hands from her chest and placing them on her ass.
He squeezed it immediately, eager for her like it was the first time she’d ever let him touch her. Like he’d been dying to touch her all summer. ‘Cause he had. He’d lost count of the times he’d woken up during these months, desperate for her, heart and dick aching, the memory of her still dancing in his brain.
“I can fix that right now.”
She leaned over him, brushing her soft lips against his ear and whispering into it, “You better.”
His cock hardened in his pants.
“Can’t wait to fill you up real good with my come.” He could almost feel how good it would be to finally make a mess inside of her.
Her mouth, which had been kissing his neck, closed around it, biting him and sending jolts of pleasure down his spine. “You want that, baby?” she asked.
Unable to speak, he limited himself to nod.
“Might let you after I’m done playing with you,” she said, and dragged her hot, wet tongue over the punished skin.
He didn’t know if it was her tone, her dirty talk, or the implicit threat, but her words made him whimper.
“Huh?”
“You made me wait all summer,” she said. “And didn’t tell me you were coming back early. Did you really expect me to be all nice and obedient once I finally had my hands on you?” Amane’s dick throbbed painfully with the sheer force of her words.
He couldn’t wait for her to touch him.
“I was gonna visit in the morning.”
She shifted over him until her pussy was just above his crotch. “You didn’t even text me you were home.” She grinded her hips on him, casting unreal, delicious friction on him, making him dig his fingertips deeper into her flesh. She hissed before adding, “I had to come through your window to find out. I think I deserve to have my fun with you. You owe me that much, don’t you think?”
He nodded again. Not just because he absolutely did, but because he knew her. He knew where this was going. Which side of his girlfriend he’d inadvertently provoked. One that was equal parts sweet and dominating, caring and punishing.
One he loved just as much as he feared.
She bit his neck one last time and pulled away to sit between his legs, then ran her hands through his chest down his stomach, stopping right before she got to his cock.
His heart raced against his throat. Every nerve in his body tensed, waiting to see what she’d do with him.
“Touch yourself,” she ordered. Amane’s heart dropped. He’d thought she’d be the one touching him. “Make yourself nice and hard for me,” she continued, running her palms up and down his thighs.
He stared at her with what was surely a pleading look in his eyes.
“Come on, be a good boy. Give me a pretty show.”
His cheeks burned, but he dug in his pants and pulled his dick out anyway.
Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Awww, don’t tell me you’re hard already.”
He resisted the deep need to look away. “Can’t help it, you always make me hard.” He stroke himself and hissed when he reached the head.
A bright, evil glimmer took over her eyes. One that had his heart pumping wild with adrenaline.
He jerked himself for her, hard as he was. He did it even when he wanted her hands on him. He did it through wanting to hide his face in his hands. He kept doing it even if her stare on him made his dick so sensitive touching it practically hurt. Even when he started to worry he’d come simply from having her watching.
“You’re so pretty, Amane. So ready for me.” She said, voice dripping with honey. “I could just ride you right now, you know? Fuck your brains out and milk you dry.” She took a finger to his dick and ran it up to his head slow, so teasingly slow. Amane shivered. “I want to so bad. But I don’t think I should.”
“You should,” he practically pleaded. “You definitely should.”
“You see, I think I should get to come first, don’t you think so too, baby?” She swirled her finger around him. “You want me to come, right?
She held his gaze. Amane could only bring himself to nod.
“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”
“Yes,” he said so fast he would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t want precisely that.
She gave him another smile, alluring and enticing. Just as warm as it was pleased, then took her finger to her mouth and sucked on it.
Amane could have whimpered, but he needed to be quiet. Or else his parents would hear them.
Or Tsukasa.
The thought barely had time to cross his mind before she crawled on top of him and straddled his face with her legs, effectively bringing his mind back to her. How could he not? When he had one glorious thigh at each side of his lucky face; her smooth, wet pussy just above him.
She’d skipped the panties for him.
His mouth watered.
She looked down at him, towering him from above.
“Feels good to be straddled, doesn’t it? You like it when I pin you down, right baby?”
“Mmmhm.”
“Beautiful. You sound so beautiful.” She lowered her hips until her cunt was within his reach. “Be sure to moan for me.”
Amane snaked his arms around her thighs, ending the distance between them, and let her scent fill his lungs. He’d miss it so bad. He suppressed a full bodied shiver and let his tongue reach her first. He slid it up and down her folds, reveling in her taste. Her hips trembled, and a raw, quiet moan danced into his ears.
Something shifted in him. Something wild, and careless. He didn’t care about being quiet anymore. He dug his hands into her ass, bringing her closer to him, then sucked on her clit, wanting to hear her again.
“I love riding your face,” she breathed out, “Especially when you’re so eager to please…”
He sucked her harder.
She rubbed herself against him. “That’s it. Suck until I’m done with you. Let me use that face to get the pleasure I deserve.”
His hips bucked. She snickered. A small, evil laugh that had him dripping clear lust down his cock.
“You naughty fucking thing. Want me to be mean, huh?”
He hummed, lapping at her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled at its roots. A deep, pathetic sound left him, something half between a moan and a whine.
“You love this, don’t you?” She bucked her hips forward. “Looking up at me, my thighs around your face, holding you down, making it hurt.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I love it.”
She pulled harder, bringing his face closer to her. “Thank me for siting on your face.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled around her clit, his words hazy and barely comprehensible. “Thank you, Nene. Thank you.”
“Look at you, you’re such a mess for me.” She let go of his hair and patted his cheek. “Tell you what, I’ll ride that dripping cock of yours after you make me come. What do you say?”
Amane’s mouth went back to sucking on her clit and pushed a finger into her. Nene rode his face and pressed her thighs tighter around him, making it harder to breathe.
He didn’t mind. He’d die a happy man if she were to suffocate the life out of him with her pussy and her glorious thighs.
“Moan into me, I want to feel it,” she ordered, and he obeyed. “Fuck! Yes, that’s it. Do it faster, add another finger…” she tangled her fingers around his hair again, bringing him closer to her.
She was close. He could feel it in the way she rocker her hips, the way her legs trembled, and the loud, careless moans she let out.
He fucked her harder, sucked harder, quicker, until she finally shook around him, riding her pleasure, coming so beautifully around his fingers and all over his face.
She shifted slightly and leaned over the headboard, resting her weight on her arms, letting him catch his breath. “You did so good,” she panted, “You made me come so good.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Want me to ride you now?” Amane licked his lips and nodded with what must have been an extremely pathetic gesture. She limited herself to smile at him, eyes full of warmth and lust, still basking in the orgasm he gave her, then slid her body down his, and stopped right over his needy, neglected cock.
She took it in her hand, and his eyes closed, anticipating finally being inside her.
But she didn’t put it in.
She just rubbed it against her clit. It was good. Delicious, even. Smooth, and warm and velvety smooth.
But it wasn’t what he wanted. What he needed .
He made a strangled complaint.
“Is there a problem?”
“I want it in.”
“Who cares what you want?”
“Please.”
She slid his tip closer to her entrance, pressing against her just enough for him to become mad.
He might have slipped it in if he pushed his hips, he was right there. Yet her grasp on him was so tight, her control so totalit would have never worked. He didn’t even entertain the thought.
“Did you miss my pussy while you were away?”
“Uh-huh,” he said, brain scraping to not lose himself.
“Did you miss being inside me?”
“God, yes.”
She dragged him to the very verge of her opening, so close he was practically in. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”
“Every fucking time I did it.”
“Good. You better not leave on me like that ever again.”
Somebody else might have heard her words and found them cruel, cold. They might have thought they were nothing but a part of her scene. But he knew better than that.
“I swear,” he looked into her eyes, hands smoothing over her hips. “If I ever leave again, I’ll take you with me,” he said, meaning every word.
She sighed, a tiny, content sound full of approval, and pushed him in. She was so slick, so ready that his dick was welcomed by her tight hole at last in no time.
He was set on fire. His skin burning. Ablaze.
He thrusted into her, wanting to be deeper inside her. She released a sharp breath, her walls tightened around him.
Yet she pressed her palm to his chest.
“I told you I would ride you,” she scolded him. “Don’t make me get off you.”
Amane stopped moving. Obedient.
“That’s more like it.” She said, starting to roll her hips. He stayed still, sure he’d die if she’d come through with her threat.
She rode him. Both hands on his chest, supporting her weight. Rocking on top of him, using him to rub her clit against his skin.
His body thrummed as he watched the place where they became one. The way he parted her, the way he disappeared into her with every unhurried up and down of hers, the way she left him glistening after every move.
He looked up to find her breasts, bouncing along with her trance-inducing dance on his dick, inviting him to touch them. Drunk with pleasure, he pulled on her nightgown, setting them free. She didn’t say ‘no’, didn’t complain at all. So he dared to take them in his hands again, palming them in all their naked glory to his heart content.
“Yes,” she panted, “Good boy.”
Three words. Three short words and they were enough to bring him dangerously close to coming.
He squeezed them hard, wanting to get her close too. She increased her speed and brought a hand to her center to trace circles against her clit.
Amane stared. Taking everything he could in. She’d seen her like that a thousand times, and they hadn’t been nearly enough. He’d never get tired of having her like this. Using him to pleasure herself, or get some reassurance, or make things even.
Whatever she wanted to use him for. He was here for it.
“Do you want to come?” She asked, hand still rubbing herself, “You've been so good I’ll let you choose, do you want to come inside me, or would you rather me swallow every drop?”
“Inside. I— I want inside.”
She brought her other hand to his face.
“Be polite and ask for it,” she ordered. “Ask nicely, to come inside me.”
“Please,” he could hardly speak, barely keeping himself from coming.
She pinched his cheek. Amane could have cried.
“You can do better than that.”
“Please, baby. Please let me come inside you.”
She moved her hips faster, at a punishing pace, making the bed starting to creak.
“Beg.”
“Please, Nene. Please, please, please. I need it so bad. Please let me come inside you, I need to come inside you.”
She ran her thumb over his bottom lip and dragged it down. “I’m not fully convinced yet.”
Amane made a desperate sound. Needy and embarrassing. He closed his eyes, trying to compel his dick not to spill
“Alright, alright.” She caressed his cheek. “You can come now.”
He didn’t need another word. With everything he had, he thrusted into her. Hard and fast.
He needed to come, but he wanted her to come with him. When thrusting alone wasn’t enough, he took her by the waist, burying himself deeper into her and pushing her down to him, reaching an erratic rhythm until he made her come again.
Her walls fluttered around him, squeezing him so tight he finally came too. His entire body shivered as his cock pulsed, pumping all his come inside her.
He rocked his hips, fucking his load into her until his orgasm finished, until his cock started to soften and he simply couldn’t move anymore.
She kept moving back and forth on top of him, slower every time until she finally stopped too, then leaned down to kiss him one last time.
She grabbed his lip between her teeth and bit it softly, playfully as she pulled out of him.
He missed her immediately when she left his lap. It felt so empty without her, but as his sleep caught up to him, he couldn’t even ask her to stay.
He watched as she adjusted her nightgown and her hair on her way to his window. “Come by tomorrow for breakfast,” she said. “Don’t be late or I’ll have to be mean again.”
“I won’t.”
She climbed out his window and sent a final kiss his way.
He smiled, surrendering to his slumber. Alone, exhausted, and more well-fucked than he’d ever been, and with his last flicker of consciousness, he decided a little bit of sleeping-in might just be the smartest choice.