A/N: 2k+ words, you're welcome. 😩🥵💦
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Kei Karuizawa's POV
"Are you willing to be my pet?"
Hearing those words felt as though they vibrated down the depths of my stomach. I could still taste him in my mouth, and it was making my body tremble in lust.
What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Why am I acting like a cat in heat?
He was still staring straight at me. Those brown, almost honey-like eyes bore holes deep into the back of my skull. I could smell it. I could smell his musky scent, and it was driving me insane.
"Please—"
My frantic attempt to speak. I sounded halting and unfinished like there was something stuck in the back of my throat that was keeping me from speaking clearly.
Ayanokouji didn't wait for my answer; instead, he removed his grip from my hair and left the kitchen without saying a word. Huh? Dazed and confused, I was left alone on the cold kitchen floor. As I stood up to follow him, I noticed that he was making his way directly to the bathroom.
I couldn't help but want more, my imagination running even wilder as I follow his footsteps.
I could feel my heart beating fast; there was something awfully weird about this situation. A part of me hoped everything that had happened was just a dream, but another part of me wants me to continue. I was immediately going for what was easy—a fleeting moment of pleasure. That's how my life is and how it will always be. Maybe I can also use this body of mine for protection. I never really realized how much Hirata and Horikita, even Kushida, depended on this guy.
I reached the bathroom, excited and nervous I already anticipated to be pulled inside and be taken advantage of, but instead I saw Ayanokouji fixing his belt and trousers, he turns the faucet on, and the sound of the gushing water deafened my ears.
"I apologize, Karuizawa. This was a mistake."
I feel my blood run cold.
"M-mistake?"
What does he mean? We already went this far.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Karuizawa."
He spoke in a stern and serious tone. Words I didn't want to hear right now. I conceal my eyes with my hair as I enter the restroom. He can't just end things now. I feel like he should be responsible for the things he has been doing to me, the things he's making me feel. So I closed the door from behind me.
We let silence rule over the room. His words expressed regret, but his expression remained icy. I can't read him at all. I wanted so badly to change that arrogant look on his face—to see him grunting, sweating, eyeing me lustfully. Instead of saying more words, I looked at him needily. I wanted him to know that I wanted more that I was willing to risk this. I looked down, not wanting to see his reaction, and gently lifted my skirt while slightly trembling out of embarrassment. I bit my lip hoping I made the right choice. He has already seen my dark side; I might as well embrace him with all I can.
"Please..." I whimpered.
He started to walk toward me, and I was afraid that he'd open the door behind me to get out of the bathroom, but he instead towered over me. I could sense his shadow engulfing mine and my whole body, and it sent vibrations down the pit of my stomach. Feeling cornered like a prey between her predator. He brushed his hands past my waist and through the door behind me. I heard a clicking sound and realized he had locked the bathroom door. I shuddered again when his hands moved; this time, they firmly grabbed my waist.
He lowered his head closer to my ear and I could feel his breath on my skin, "How far are you willing to go?"
Before I could reply to his words, his hands crept to my uniform, slowly unbuttoning it. I could feel the excitement soaking into me. I looked to see what face he was making, but he was just staring down, so focused on freeing my breasts from the clothing restricting it.
He fondled them and moved his hands behind my back; confidently unlatching my bra. I stopped questioning where he learned this or how he was so confident in everything, he had me right in the palm of his hands. He pulled my bra down and I felt the relief of my upper torso from the tight apparel. I watched as it gently fell down the tiled floors.
He leaned closer once more, he was so close. I could smell his sweat and a hint of musky cologne. Dangerous and low, he whispered,
"I know your secrets."
I could feel the cold air linger around my exposed breasts. I stare at him directly in the eyes, this time, those icy brown eyes stare right back. He looked at me for a bit, as if observing how I would react to this. I showed no restraint and leaned more forward toward him. He immediately understood that, and almost forcefully, he started going down my neck, nibbling my collarbone, and continuing to lick and bite me, leaving faint trails of his markings. Down and down, he goes until he reaches my bare nipples. He's so adept with his tongue and delicate bites that I could feel my juices trickle down my thighs.
I moaned even louder when he started to gently chew on my right nipple. I could hear him inhaling and exhaling deeply as if savoring every moment he had with my bosoms and indulging himself with my scent. I couldn't help but move my hands down my crotch.
"No." He demanded.
He moved my hands away and adjusted his face closer to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, and his nose was almost touching mine. I wanted to kiss him but I suddenly felt a hand slip into my skirt.
"Kiyotaka—"
His hand moved gently until it reached my vagina. He started familiarizing himself with my areas, tracing my slit with his middle finger. He prodded my clitoris, reached my urethra, and when he felt my wet opening, it was like bingo. He was looking down while I was staring at him, admiring his features I'd never found attractive until now. Why is he making me feel this way? Everything was happening so fast as if I was struck with an arrow by the cupid of lust.
He began slowly inserting a finger in and that's when we made eye contact again. I felt like passing out from just his gaze. I let out a sudden moan as I feel his finger dig deep inside me. He explored my insides and treated me gently, as if I was something that could easily break. I loved it, but I also wanted him to be more aggressive.
I felt like he read my mind soon after that, because he suddenly curled his finger up and started reaching my walls. He was hitting every spot that felt good inside of me. One finger became two as he stretched my insides. I held his arms to stop him, an attempt my body made out of instinct, but my moaning contradicted my actions. I was enjoying this all too much.
"Mhhmp, Ah~ Hng..."
A combination of loud moans, abrupt intakes, and shaky exhales. I was a frantic mess. And as if it couldn't get any worse, Ayanokouji started talking again.
"You and Hirata..." He whispers.
His fingers were moving quicker and faster. My brain wasn't present at the moment to comprehend what he was telling me. All I could think about was cumming. He leaned under my neck again and started licking and biting. I could tell that he was careful whenever he sucked on my neck so as not to leave any permanent marks.
"Kiyotaka! Hng—"
I could feel myself reaching climax, and I started making more noise than I probably should have. My moans were now coming out in sync with the thrusts of his fingers. He was reaching the walls of my vagina and curling in the right spot consistently.
"Hmh." I hear him let out a low and deep hum, which made me bite my lip as I kept moaning. And just like the burst of open fireworks, my vision began to blur, and I started seeing colors. My body stretches from his grasp as I reach climax. I tightly gripped his arm as I trembled and whimpered, experiencing the most intense orgasm I've had in my entire life.
"H-Holy fuck—" I said losing my voice.
My body went limp, and he slowly pulled his fingers away from my skirt. I was leaning against the door, trying not to fall to the ground. He licked my pussy juices from his fingers and eyed me with those devilish eyes.
"Oh, we're not done yet."
"Y-You're..Ah-"
He lifted me up like I was nothing. Afraid of falling down, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me towards the bathroom countertop. I leaned back and felt the cold mirror behind me.
"I have a favor to ask of you."
He was already pulling my skirt and pants down. I couldn't help but creep out a wide-eyed and indecent smile as I felt his warm hands slide down the side of my thighs.
He threw his belt to the floor and cast aside his pants, exposing only the boxers he was wearing underneath. I bit my lip as I saw the huge bulge that was waiting to be freed. He held the hem of his boxers and pulled it down, finally freeing the beast he was hiding. Upon seeing it, I felt a shockwave down my stomach. He was so big, so abnormally large.
He lifted my left leg, and I felt the tip of his cock touch my regions. He teasingly slid the head of his penis up and down every part of my pussy, from my clitoral area to even close to my butthole. He stroked himself and very lewdly threw a spit on his cock. He didn't even need to do that; I was already dripping wet enough to fill a tub, but it was so damn hot.
Our eyes met once more, and I felt another spark of electricity in my stomach. My breath hitched.
This is it. This is where I was going to lose my virginity. To this gloomy, lame, boring,... My eyes explore every inch of him—ripped, muscular, enticing guy.
"You're wet and ready."
He positioned the tip of his cock on the entrance of my small hole and slowly leaned his hips forward. I could feel a slight pain as my pussy was being stretched, but all I could think of was the feeling of him going inside me. He grabbed my waist again and pulled me closer. The way he adjusted me and moved me around was making my eyes flutter. I was long gone, so deep into this addicting drug that was him.
Slowly, I could feel my pussy rip as he slipped it into me. When he felt it was safe, he forcefully slammed into my rugged insides, and for a second, I thought I had gone blind. The fulfillment of being filled by his girthy cock made my eyes go to the back of my head. I moaned when he entered but immediately hissed in pain when he started pulling it out.
"It hurts—"
And as if to shush me, he immediately pushed it back in, and I was in heaven once more. I was producing even more juices, which made the experience less painful as he thrust more. Heavy breaths from the both of us, and I was closing my eyes in pleasure. I wrapped my wrists around the back of his head and prompted him to lean forward. When I opened my eyes again, he had a new expression on his face. His brows were furrowed, and his half-lidded eyes were locked onto mine while casually looking down as he humped. Despite that, he would occasionally lean his head back as if he were burying this pleasure in the back of his mind. When he faced me again, he rested his chin in between my neck and shoulder.
"You're so... damn... tight," he says in between thrusts. I couldn't believe my ears. It was something so unlike him to say, something so different from him.
I reply with a very shameful and high-pitched moan, which probably turned on a switch in him because, after that, he shoved it deeper into me and started to ram against me ever faster, making me unable to control my voice.
"Kiy—HMh" *thrust* —eeya~ you'— *thrust* Sho—Goohd"
Each word was coming out gibberish as our bodies slammed together. I think I was having another orgasm. This time my brain couldn't process it as quickly, and I let pleasure engulf me. I felt my body limping. That's when Kiyotaka supported my back because I was melting onto the countertop. I was already passing out and waking back up from the pleasure. I could feel my insides shaking—I think... I think I'm going to pass out again...
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Kushida Kikyou's POV
Ayanokouji was acting weird. For once, I sensed a bit of uneasiness from him. It was a very faint one, though. However, I always noticed even the slightest change in expression from other people. I guess I'm just that type of girl. I could easily change how I approach people based on what they were feeling; that way, it was easy to gain people's favor.
But it wasn't working for Horikita or Ayanokouji, though.
That fucking cow and fucking freak.
The vending machine plops down the drinks I bought, and I casually place them inside the plastic bag that was provided. I felt a surge of anger about not being in control of the situation I was in, and I abruptly kicked the vending machine when I was done taking out the drinks.
A loud clank could be heard as my shoe hit the inanimate machine.
All I could do was glare at it. I feel so powerless.
I need to devise a plan... a plan to expel the both of them. I thought my life would immediately be better when I enrolled in this school. Why are the branches from my past knocking on my window?
I walked my way into Ayanokouji's room and casually entered. I was expecting everyone to already be there, and maybe I was even expecting Ayanokouji to be sitting in his bed with that same lame look on his face, that nonchalant look as if no one is ever going to faze him, but what greeted me gave me a shock. Indecent skin-on-skin noises and moans from his bathroom door—and not just any moans; someone was moaning his name, but it was coming out as incoherent.
What the fuck?