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The night was calm and nearing midnight. After finishing the dishes, folding the blankets on the couch, wiping down the counters and table, and making the bed with fluffed pillows, you were worn out. Now came your favorite part—waiting for Keigo to arrive home.
You prepared yourself by slipping into one of his shirts, the oversized fabric draping over you and brushing your thighs like a curtain while shucking your pajama pants off and only leaving on the red lace underwear that he loves to drag down with his teeth on special nights.
And tonight was one of those nights.
You felt bold tonight—sure of yourself in a way that made your skin buzz with anticipation. There was a fire in your chest, a quiet thrill humming beneath your skin.
Keigo adored that side of you, the way your confidence bloomed without apology. He never hid how much it turned him on, especially when it came from you. It made him look at you like you were something rare, something untouchable—until he had you all to himself.
You climbed into your shared bed, undoing the perfectly made sheets as you wrapped yourself in the blanket, turning on the TV to help make time pass quicker.
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Keigo landed clumsily on the apartment balcony, his wings twitching before folding tightly against his back as he slid the door open with a quiet shove. He stepped inside, kicking off his boots without much aim, letting them thud against the wall.
A low, tired groan slipped from his lips as he stretched, arms raised high and wings giving a lazy shake, like he was trying to shrug off the weight of the day clinging to him.
“Baby, I’m home!” he called, eyes sweeping across the apartment in search of you.
Nothing. The place was quiet. You were probably in the bedroom… maybe tucked away, looking all pretty just for him.
A slow grin spread across Keigo’s face at the image—imagining you naked beneath the sheets, waiting just the way he liked, as he made his way to the bedroom with growing anticipation.
Keigo caught the soft murmur of the TV through the closed door and silently hoped you weren’t asleep—he’d been craving the sight of you all night. When he finally pushed the door open, a breath of relief escaped him.
There you were, eyes on him, completely awake, not a trace of sleepiness in your expression.
“Keigo!” you greeted brightly, your voice filled with excitement as you sat up in bed, the blanket slipping down and pooling around your lap.
The sight of you in his shirt, the fabric slipping off one shoulder to expose the soft curve of your breast, made his cock twitch with interest.
You looked effortlessly tempting, like a dream he wasn’t sure he deserved to wake up to.
Without wasting a second, Keigo stripped off his hero gear—jacket shrugged off, pants kicked aside—until he was left in nothing but his boxers and tight compression shirt, muscles still tense with the day’s exhaustion and the sudden surge of need curling low in his stomach.
He climbed into bed beside you with the weight of the day still clinging to him, another low, weary groan escaping as he rested his head on your lap, sinking into the comfort of your presence and the soft warmth of the blanket beneath him.
You couldn’t stop the tender smile that tugged at your lips as you looked down at him, your fingers moving instinctively to thread through his messy, wind-tossed hair—still wild from today’s patrol. “Rough day, baby?” you murmured, voice soft and full of care.
Keigo let out a muffled grumble, arms reaching up to wrap snugly around your waist as he pulled you closer, like he needed to anchor himself to you.
“You’ve got no idea,” he muttered, the exhaustion in his tone laced with the quiet comfort he found in your touch.
“I saw you on the news,” you said with a teasing lilt, nails gently scratching at his scalp, coaxing a quiet, contented moan from deep in his chest. “Looking as hot as ever.”
He chuckled lowly, nuzzling into your lap, completely melting beneath your touch like he was finally home.
After several minutes of your fingers gliding gently through his hair, Keigo fought off the pull of sleep, unwilling to waste a second of being close to you. Lifting his head from your lap, his eyes dropped almost immediately to your chest—nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric of his shirt, his shirt.
His gaze darkened with amusement and interest. “So, what’s the special occasion?” he asked, voice low and teasing. “You know... looking this damn sexy in something that’s supposed to be mine?”
You laughed softly, warmth spreading through your chest at the way he looked at you—curious, hungry, completely focused.
“I don’t know,” you replied with a casual shrug, though the blush on your face betrayed you. “Just felt like it.”
He quirked an eyebrow, clearly not buying the innocence in your answer. One arm stayed snug around your waist while the other reached up to cup your breast with no hesitation. His hand was warm and firm, giving a gentle but possessive squeeze.
“Is that right?” he murmured, thumb circling over your nipple through the fabric, feeling the way your breath caught and your body reacted. “You just felt like it, huh?”
Your lips parted in a soft gasp, skin heating as a shiver rippled down your spine, your thighs instinctively pressing together while your eyes dropped to his mouth.
“Y-yeah,” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper as your eyes followed the slow movement of Keigo’s thumb circling your nipple. He added the slightest bit of pressure, rolling it through the fabric just enough to make your breath hitch and a soft, helpless whine slip from your lips.
The sound made his smirk widen, pleased with your reaction—eager for more. But instead of continuing, he pulled his hand away from your chest, sliding it back around your waist with ease. In one smooth motion, Keigo shifted his weight and lifted you like you weighed nothing, a surprised gasp escaping you.
You let out a startled yelp as he flipped you both over, repositioning you on top of him, his back sinking into the mattress while you landed straddling his hips. The blanket stayed draped across your thighs, but it did little to hide the heat building between you. His hands settled firmly on your hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles against your skin as he looked up at you with that familiar, dangerous glint in his eye.
“There we go,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Now I’ve got the best view in the house.”
You stared down at him, eyes wide and pupils blown, your breath catching in your throat. Your cheeks burned with heat, lips parted as you tried to process the position you were now in—straddling Keigo, practically bare, vulnerable in a way that felt both new and exhilarating.
You couldn’t remember a time you’d ever been on top of him like this, not like this. The closeness. The pressure. The tension simmering between your bodies.
Keigo’s golden eyes scanned your face, lingering on your flushed expression before trailing lower. Slowly, deliberately, his hands slid down to the blanket still resting across your lap.
With a sharp tug, he yanked it away and tossed it aside, revealing the full view of you in his favorite red lace underwear. The way the fabric hugged you, the way it framed everything he adored—it was lethal.
His gaze darkened instantly.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, voice rough with heat. You swore you felt his cock twitch beneath you, pressed firm between your soaked folds and his boxers. The friction made you jolt, your thighs clenching around him involuntarily.
Keigo’s hands clamped down on your hips, grip firm, possessive. “Oh, now you definitely did this on purpose,” he growled, dragging you down harder against him with a slow roll of his hips.
“Don’t play innocent, baby. You knew exactly what this would do to me.”
You whimpered, hands pressing against his chest to steady yourself, feeling the hard definition of his muscles beneath your fingers. “I didn’t think you’d react this much,” you whispered, though your tone was far from innocent.
He chuckled darkly, one hand trailing up to your waist, thumb stroking your skin.
“You think putting this on—” he snapped the waistband of your underwear with two fingers, “—and climbing on top of me wouldn’t drive me fucking insane?”
Your lips parted, but no excuse came out—just a soft moan as his other hand moved lower, pressing you flush against the hard bulge between you.
“You better be ready to take responsibility for teasing me like this,” he murmured, voice thick and heavy with lust, “because I’m not stopping until you’re shaking.”
Without another word, Keigo’s hand slid up the back of your neck, his fingers weaving into your hair as he tugged you down to him. His mouth met yours in a searing, breathless kiss—hot and hungry, all tongue and urgency.
You moaned into him, the sound melting between your lips as his hips rocked up into yours, just enough to make you feel the full press of his cock straining through his boxers.
The pressure against your soaked panties made your thighs tremble.
You clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel more, dragging the hem up his torso in shaky hands. Your mouths parted just long enough for you to yank the shirt over his head and toss it aside. Then you were on him again, lips crashing into his like you couldn’t get enough, like you were starving and he was the only thing that could feed it.
Keigo groaned against your mouth, a low, guttural sound that made your whole body throb.
His hands slid over your thighs, up your sides, possessive and firm, gripping you like he needed you closer—deeper.
“God, you feel unreal,” he muttered against your lips, breath ragged. “You’re killing me, baby. You know that?”
You whimpered, grinding your hips down for relief, chasing the friction, the heat, the way his body felt under yours—solid and burning.
“K-Keigo,” you gasped, voice cracking as you broke the kiss, “please— ”
He leaned up, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, hand sliding down to cup your ass and grind you harder against him.
“Please what, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes hooded and lips slick from your kiss. “You gotta tell me what you want. Use that pretty voice.”
Your head fell back with a soft cry, breath hitching as your hips rolled down instinctively, desperate to chase the thick heat of him grinding against your soaked core.
The friction had your legs trembling, the pressure building with every subtle rut of his cock against your drenched panties.
“F-Fuck—Kei,” you gasped, forcing your eyes back down to meet his. His gaze was dark, devouring, his lips parted as he watched you writhe above him. Your voice cracked through the haze, needy and breathless.
“I-I need you to fuck me—please.”
A slow, wicked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Mmm, you sound so fuckin’ pretty when you beg for it,” Keigo murmured, voice like honey and smoke, low and filthy. “Beggin’ for this cock like you were made for it.”
He made you lift yourself off him with ease, guiding you with firm hands. One slid down between your bodies, grabbing the waistband of your lace panties and slowly easing them down your thighs. You shivered as the cool air hit your slick folds, lifting your hips just enough to let him slide them down and off.
You didn’t need him to say it—you knew what came next. With your pulse racing, you reached down and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down his hips until they slipped free.
His cock sprang up, flushed and heavy, tip glistening with precum. Your mouth went dry.
Keigo caught your look, smug and hungry. One hand found your bare hip, his thumb rubbing lazy circles into your skin before he gave it a firm squeeze.
“Leave the shirt on,” he muttered, eyes raking over you, hooded and wild. “You look too fuckin’ good like this… sittin’ on me in nothing but my shirt, all wet and ready.”
You swallowed thickly and gave a small nod, your fingers curling around the base of his cock as you gave him a few slow, deliberate strokes. He hissed under his breath, his head dropping back against the pillow as a soft groan escaped his lips.
“Just like that,” he murmured, voice low and frayed, clearly enjoying the way your hand moved around him.
You stayed perched on your knees, thighs trembling slightly from the adrenaline and arousal. Each lazy pump of your hand smeared his precum across his shaft, making the slick glide easier, messier.
Then Keigo’s hand slipped between your legs, finding your aching pussy with practiced ease. He circled your clit in tight, gentle motions, making your hips twitch against his palm as a breathy moan spilled out of you.
“There we go… That’s it, baby,” he said, eyes on you now, intense and hungry. “You wanna ride this cock tonight?”
The question made your stomach flip and your heart skip wildly in your chest. Your thighs tensed.
Ride him?
You’ve never done that before. Not with Keigo. Not with anyone.
The thought alone made your pulse spike with nerves, a soft flush creeping up your spine. It suddenly made sense—why the position felt so unfamiliar. Why being on top like this made your chest feel tight and your skin feel so exposed.
Still, you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to kill the moment.
So instead, you gave the smallest nod, lips parted as your breath caught in your throat. You avoided his gaze, lowering yourself just slightly, lining yourself up with trembling hands as his tip pressed softly against your entrance.
You had no idea what you were doing. Your heart was racing, your body was buzzing, and your thoughts were a mess of need and anxiety. But you wanted him. You wanted this. Even if it scared you a little.
Keigo tilted his head, sensing your hesitation as he gently rubbed your thigh. “Hey,” he said softly, voice calmer now, “you okay, baby?”
You finally met his eyes, and the concern swimming in them made your chest tighten. His expression was soft, brows slightly drawn together with genuine worry. It made your heart ache.
Letting out a quiet sigh, you gently shifted back, moving his cock away from your entrance and settling onto his thighs instead.
Keigo immediately sat up, strong arms wrapping protectively around your waist. He pressed a tender kiss against the side of your neck, lips lingering there for a beat.
“Hey… what’s going on?” he asked gently, voice low and careful. “Is it too much? Do you want to stop?”
You gave him a small smile, waving your hand a little dismissively even though your heart was still fluttering. “No, Kei… it’s not too much. I promise.”
But your fingers betrayed your nerves as they wandered aimlessly over his chest, tracing invisible shapes into his skin just to keep your hands busy.
You bit your bottom lip before finally muttering, almost too softly, “I-I’ve just never been on top before… I’ve never ridden anyone.”
The confession came with a wave of heat that flooded your face, a deep flush rising to your cheeks. You couldn’t look at him now—not when you felt so exposed, so unsure.
The silence that settled between you was deafening.
Your heart pounded in your ears, your mind spiraling with worst-case scenarios. Maybe he was disappointed. Maybe he was about to shift you off his lap, say something light to brush it all off, act like it didn’t matter—but it would. You were sure of it.
And then—
“Fuck, baby…” Keigo’s voice broke through the quiet, rough and low like gravel in his throat. “That shouldn’t have made me even harder.”
Your eyes snapped to his in disbelief, blinking. “Wait… what? You—seriously? You like that?”
A grin curled on his lips, slow and sinfully smug. He chuckled, the sound deep in his chest as he reached for your hand, gently threading his fingers through yours.
“Like it?” he repeated, leaning in to press a warm, lingering kiss to your cheek. His lips stayed there, not pulling away immediately—like he wanted you to feel it. Like he needed you to know .
“I fucking love it,” he murmured against your skin. “You being on top of me for the first time… your first time riding anyone at all? And it’s me?”
His other hand slid along your waist, fingers gripping you possessively. “Baby, that’s driving me crazy.”
You swallowed hard, pulse thrumming beneath your skin.
Keigo pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again, his gaze dark and hot with desire, but soft around the edges—reassuring.
“Don’t overthink it. I want you just like this. Nervous, needy, learning what you like. Let me guide you through it, yeah?”
He brought your joined hands up to kiss your knuckles tenderly. “We’ve got all night, baby. No pressure. Just you and me.”
Keigo eased himself back onto the pillows, his eyes never leaving you. His hands settled on your hips with a firm yet patient grip, thumbs drawing soothing circles against your skin as he helped guide your slick heat back over the thick length of his cock.
“Nice and slow, baby,” he murmured, voice like honey-drenched gravel. “Line yourself up—there you go. Now put your hands on my chest… it’ll give you more leverage.”
His tone was steady, reassuring, like he was talking you through something sacred—not just sex, but this. Your first time taking control.
You followed his instructions, placing your trembling hands flat against his chest. His heartbeat thumped beneath your palms, steady and strong, grounding you in the moment.
You inhaled softly, arching your back slightly as you shifted your hips, letting the tip of his cock brush your entrance. A shiver raced down your spine. Your thighs quivered as your wet folds slid teasingly over his head, the pressure of him so close, so ready , making your breath hitch.
“There it is…” Keigo groaned, eyes darkening as he watched you. “Just like that, sweetheart. Shit—look at you…”
His voice trailed into a low moan as you adjusted again, your arousal coating his tip, thighs pressing in around his hips.
“You’re already a fucking natural,” he grinned, his hands sliding up to your waist. “Blushing all pretty, taking your time, letting me feel how wet you are… fuck, I could watch you ride me all damn night.”
You couldn’t help the flustered smile that tugged at your lips, cheeks burning under his praise.
“You really think I’m doing okay…?” you asked, voice small, vulnerable beneath the rush of heat crawling over your skin.
Keigo’s gaze softened, one hand leaving your hip to trail up your spine, fingers splaying between your shoulder blades in a slow, affectionate stroke.
“Baby,” he said, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “You’re doing perfect. You’re mine. There’s no wrong way to move when you’re this fucking sexy on top of me.”
You whimpered, the words unraveling something low in your belly.
“Now,” he rasped, pulling your hips in closer, cock twitching against your entrance, “take your time… but let me feel you, yeah?”
“O-okay…” you whispered, voice shaky with a mix of nerves and raw anticipation. You met Keigo’s eyes one last time—those golden irises swimming with heat, hunger, and something softer that made your heart pound—and then took a deep breath.
With trembling thighs and your hands braced firmly against his chest, you slowly began to lower yourself onto his cock.
The thick head pressed against your dripping entrance, parting your folds with a resistance that made your breath hitch. Your pussy clenched instinctively, your body fluttering around him before he’d even slipped fully inside.
“O-oh shit… Kei, ” you gasped, voice trembling as the stretch hit you in slow, delicious waves.
Keigo groaned beneath you, the sound so guttural and needy it went straight to your core. “There you fuckin’ go, baby. Look at you taking me so slow— so perfect. Shit, I can feel every inch of you.”
You whined as you sank further, inch by inch, walls squeezing him tight. It was overwhelming—the pressure, the stretch, the feeling of being full in such a new way.
It wasn’t your first time with Keigo, but it was the first time like this—with you on top, in control, and him just watching you fall apart as you took him in.
“You’re doing so fucking good, sweetheart,” Keigo praised through gritted teeth, gripping your hips like he was holding back from thrusting up into you. “So tight… fuck—you’re clenching around me like a goddamn vice.”
“Kei—” you choked out, eyes fluttering shut as your walls fluttered around him, your body trembling from the inside out. A loud, broken sob of pleasure spilled from your lips when you finally bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt, pulsing deep inside you.
“Goddamn, baby, look at you,” Keigo hissed, his hands sliding up your waist, thumbs stroking your skin as if to ground you.
“You’re fuckin’ shaking. You feel how deep I am? Huh?” He brought his hand up, gently pressing it against your abdomen. “You were made for this cock. Made for me.”
You whimpered, “I-it’s so much—f-fuck—I feel everything, Keigo…”
“I want you to feel everything,” he growled, voice thick with arousal, his hips twitching beneath you just enough to make your pussy clench again. “I want you to remember this every time you think about who made you feel this way. Who split you open and filled you up like this.”
You let out a strangled moan, hips rocking instinctively, and his cock shifted inside you just right—pressing against that spot that made your back arch and your thighs tremble all over again.
“Move for me, baby,” he whispered, voice almost reverent now. “Ride me. Let me see how good my girl looks falling apart on my cock.”
You whimpered, breath catching in your throat as your trembling hips began to rock gently back and forth, the motion awkward but desperate.
Keigo’s cock was buried deep, every slow grind dragging the thick length against your inner walls, pressing into spots that made your thighs twitch and your moans slip out uncontrollably.
Your hands splayed across his chest, fingers digging into his skin for support as your entire body trembled—from the stretch, from the sensation, from the sheer intimacy of it all. You were so full. So completely full.
Keigo’s eyes never left you, golden and glazed with lust, lips parted as he watched you try to move, to ride him, your body overwhelmed and beautiful above him. His hands gripped your waist with firm control, thumbs dragging along your skin, grounding you as he let out a low, throaty moan.
“Fuck, baby… just like that,” he groaned, voice like gravel and heat in your ears. “God, you’re doing so fucking good for me. Look at you—fuck, you’re so tight, so wet, can feel you pulsing around me…”
The praise made you whimper again, hips moving a little faster now, a little more confidently, even though your thighs were still shaking with effort.
Your pussy fluttered around his cock every time he hit that soft, aching spot inside you, making your moans turn into breathy sobs.
Keigo’s hands squeezed your waist tighter, like he could barely stop himself from taking control. “That’s it, sweet girl… ride me. You’re fuckin’ made for this cock, I swear—so fucking sexy like this, like you’re learning how to fuck me in real time.”
You nodded quickly, swallowing hard, but your voice cracked when you spoke. “C-can you… guide me?”
Keigo exhaled like he’d been waiting to hear that. “Shit. You’re killin’ me, baby,” he growled, sitting up slightly to kiss your chest, tongue dragging against your skin as he spoke. “Of course I can guide you. I told you—I’ve got you.”
He shifted under you, lifting his hips just enough to reposition, then slid one hand to the small of your back while the other curled around your thigh.
“Put your hands on my chest—yeah, just like that. Now—on three, you lift yourself just a little, okay? I’ll help. Then drop back down nice and slow. Let me see you take it.”
You nodded shakily, heart thundering in your chest as you braced yourself.
“One…”
His lips brushed your shoulder.
“Two…”
He stroked your thigh, squeezing reassuringly.
“Three.”
With his help, you rose—just enough to feel the head of his cock drag along your walls—before lowering yourself again with a shaky gasp.
Your body clamped down instantly, the feeling making your head fall back as you cried out.
“O-oh my god—! Kei—! ” you sobbed.
Keigo grunted under you, hands gripping tighter. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s what I wanted, baby. Ride this cock. Let me watch you lose yourself on it. Make it messy, make it yours. You’re doing so fucking good.”
You whimpered again, lifting yourself once more, then dropping slowly, feeling your slick drip down your thighs and pool around where your bodies met.
The pleasure was building fast, the friction perfect—intense and wet and raw—and Keigo’s filthy praise didn’t stop.
“Such a good girl… fuck, look at you. Taking me so deep. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop till you’re shaking all over me.”
You started to bounce on his cock, the movement clumsy at first but driven by pure need, each upward lift making your walls tighten and flutter before you dropped back down, taking him all the way to the base.
The stretch made your head spin, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, thick and pulsing, coated in your slick. It was messy, wet, obscene—and it felt so fucking good.
Your nails dug into Keigo’s chest for support, leaving half-moon indents in his skin as your arms shook from the effort. You arched your back further, crying out when that new angle let him hit even deeper, grazing something that made your vision blur for a second.
You leaned down, chest pressed to his as your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, gasping against his sweat-slick skin. His scent filled your nose—so warm, familiar, musky—and it only made your pussy clench tighter around him.
“Fuck, baby,” Keigo groaned, voice ragged and shaky. His arms wrapped tighter around your waist, one hand sliding down to your ass to help lift and guide your movements.
“Just like that. Keep going—ride me just like that, pretty girl.”
He was falling apart beneath you. The sound of his cock slamming into your soaked cunt, your whimpers, and the squelch of every bounce filled the air. But it was the sounds coming from Keigo— those were what pushed you closer to the edge.
He was grunting, moaning openly, his breath catching in his throat.
He sounded wrecked.
Every time your pussy clenched around him, he’d groan louder, sometimes even gasping your name, voice breaking. “Shit—fuck—baby, you're gonna make me lose it. You feel unreal, like this. So damn tight. So fucking wet.”
You whimpered, pressing your mouth to his throat as your hips picked up speed, bouncing harder now, the slap of your bodies echoing in the room. The heat in your lower belly curled tight and hot, building with every bounce, every grind.
“Kei—fuck—y-you feel so good,” you sobbed against his skin, voice high and trembling. “I can’t—I can’t take it—oh my god, you’re so fucking deep—!”
Keigo groaned loudly, bucking his hips up into you, barely able to control himself anymore. “I know, baby—I know, I can feel it,” he rasped. “Your pussy’s clenching so hard. You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Gonna make a mess all over my cock like the perfect little thing you are.”
You moaned at his words, your whole body quivering as you kept riding him, chasing the heat building in your core with wild desperation.
Every thrust, every drag of his cock inside you, pulled you closer—closer to breaking apart in his arms.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled, teeth grazing your shoulder. “I wanna feel it—I wanna feel you gush all over me. Show me how good you’re fucking me.”
With a loud, broken cry, your body gave in—trembling violently as your orgasm crashed through you, pussy pulsing around his cock with wave after wave of blinding pleasure.
Your entire body trembled, thighs quaking as you instinctively sat upright, your back arching and hips twitching uncontrollably. The aftermath of your orgasm left you shuddering violently around Keigo’s cock, your walls fluttering with every throb of overstimulation.
Each movement dragged his thick length against your sensitive, swollen insides, making your hips jerk forward with sharp, involuntary bucks.
“Fuck,” Keigo growled beneath you, eyes locked onto the sight of you—completely wrecked, gasping for breath, your soaked cunt still squeezing tight around him. “You’re fucking unreal like this…”
He couldn't take his eyes off you—your trembling body, your twitching thighs, your pussy stretched around his cock like it was made for him. The sight alone had him biting down a groan, fighting the urge to spill right then and there.
Keigo grunted as he planted his feet firmly on the mattress. “Hold still, baby,” he murmured roughly, voice dark with lust.
One hand reached for the hem of his shirt draped over your frame— his shirt—clinging to your sweat-slick skin. He tugged it up over your chest until your tits spilled free, nipples already hard and begging for attention.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and when you did, he bunched the shirt and fed the fabric between your lips. “Bite down. Keep it up for me. I wanna see these perfect tits while I fuck you.”
You moaned around the shirt as your mouth obediently clenched it between your teeth, arms going slack from the intensity wrecking your body. Keigo’s large hands immediately claimed your chest, thumbs brushing your nipples before he squeezed hard, making your hips jerk again.
Then he moved.
With no warning, he drove his hips upward—deep, fast, and relentless. The sudden thrust made you scream, the sound muffled by the fabric in your mouth as your head flew back.
He fucked up into you with wild, hungry need, his cock pistoning into your soaked, overstimulated pussy like he had something to prove.
“Shit—look at you,” Keigo grunted, his tone somewhere between awe and desperation. “Look at you falling apart on my cock, baby. You like this? You like when I fuck up into you like this, huh?”
You could barely nod, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
You mewled brokenly, your hands grabbing at his forearms as he continued to thrust into you hard and deep, the sound of your slick, clenching pussy loud and filthy between you.
“You gonna cum for me again?” he hissed, voice strained.
“Come on, baby—I know you’ve got another one in you. You’re so fucking tight—I can feel your pussy begging for it. Give me one more. Give it to me.”
Your body was fire—raw, aching, desperately chasing the high he was commanding from you. Your hips moved with his now, shallow, frantic bounces meeting every powerful upward thrust as you sobbed out a muffled cry.
Keigo growled and grabbed your hips tighter, slamming into you with more force.
“That’s it—fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “You’re gonna fucking gush for me again, aren’t you? Gonna make a fucking mess all over this cock.”
And you did—body convulsing around him as your orgasm tore through you with violent intensity, scream caught in your throat as you broke for the second time, clenching down around him like a vice.
Keigo let out a guttural sound—somewhere between a growl and a desperate moan—as his control finally shattered.
His fingers dug deep into your hips, bruising with how tightly he gripped you as he slammed you down onto his cock one final time, burying himself to the hilt.
“F-fuck—baby—shit, I’m coming—fuck, take it—take all of it,” he choked out, voice raw with pleasure.
His hips jerked, twitching violently beneath you as his cock throbbed deep inside your fluttering walls. You gasped as you felt the first hot spurts of his release, thick and warm as it spilled into you, the heat of it making your cunt clench instinctively around him again.
“Ah—Kei,” you let out a muffled whimper, your voice wrecked and breathless as your body trembled in his lap.
You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking, overstimulated and stuffed full. Your mouth finally let go of the shirt you’d been holding between your teeth, the fabric falling limply back over your body.
Your chest pressed against his, shirt sticking to skin, both of you drenched in sweat and sex. You could feel the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat hammering through his ribcage as he caught his breath beneath you, one arm wrapping around your back while the other gently cradled the back of your head.
“You okay, baby?” Keigo murmured against your temple, his voice hoarse but laced with tenderness now. “Shit… you fucked me stupid.”
You let out a soft, breathy laugh, too dazed to speak, just nodding as you buried your face in the curve of his neck. Your thighs twitched from the lingering aftershocks, still stretched wide over his hips, his cock still buried deep inside, twitching weakly as he softened inside your soaked, used cunt.
He tightened his arms around you, holding you close like he never wanted to let you go, the scent of sex thick in the air, the sound of both your heavy breathing the only thing filling the room.
“You were so fucking good for me,” Keigo whispered, lips brushing your hair. “Fuck, you feel so good, even now. You really were made for me, weren’t you?”
You whimpered again at his words, face still hidden in his neck as your body clung to the warmth of him, the mess between your thighs seeping out slowly, making you squirm.
He felt it too, chuckling low in his chest. “Mm, look at that. Leaking already,” he murmured smugly. “Better stay like this a little longer, baby. Gotta keep all that cum inside you, yeah?”
And with that, he rolled his hips just a little—enough to make you gasp and twitch against him—before stilling again, keeping you locked in place, cock still nestled deep inside your sore, stuffed cunt.