Since gender was not specified for the partner, I wrote female, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I wrote a list of tropes and decided to pull one from there for inspiration. -Admin Jade
How long had they been doing this? Meeting in, not necessarily secret, but keeping mum about their…arrangement. For a while it’d been enough, a release for them both without strings attached. But lately, annoyingly, Imayoshi began noticing his eyes landing on her throughout the day, watching poor fools who had no chance of satisfying her practically throwing themselves before her feet. It made his skin itch and stomach roil with an unpleasant feeling he was steadfastly trying to ignore but could call nothing else but jealousy.
Which is how they ended up where they were, shoved in a storage closet of all places, mouths smashed together, his tongue roaming and twisting around hers. She moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t have this much power over him but Imayoshi knew that somewhere along the line, he’d shifted from thinking of her as a pressure release into something more. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not even to his own heart.
So he focused instead on imparting so much pleasure to her she wouldn’t want anyone else.
“Imayoshi,” she moaned, teeth nipping his earlobe, “what’s gotten into you today?”
“Nothin’ darlin’,” he insisted, fingers working deftly at the buttons of her shirt. He whipped it open, exposing a black lace bra. Licking his lips he grinned. “How sweet, you wore my favorite color.”
She rolled her eyes. “I always wear black, you know that.”
He ignored the truth of her words, tongue shooting out to lick the crestline of her bra, the taste of her flesh sweet. “I wanna eat you,” he confessed.
“What’s this?” she crooned as he tugged her skirt to the floor. “The indomitable Imayoshi Shouichi on his knees? Never thought I’d see the day.”
“We’ll see who’s on their knees when I’m done,” he replied, licking the line of her panties. “Hmmmm, seems you’re already wet and eager,” he teased, toying with her clit through the fabric.
“Ugh, if you’re gonna be down there, get to it already,” she snapped, shifting slightly to bring herself closer to his mouth.
“So demanding,” he chided but nevertheless tugged aside the fabric to give a long, broad lick with the flat of his tongue.
Warmth cascaded over her body, fingers trailing through his dark locks. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, head kicking back as he pushed farther forward, his slick muscle prodding deep within her dripping heat.
“You’re making quite the mess of me, sweetie.” Another lick followed by a suck of her outer lip almost had her falling to the ground. “Or maybe I’m making a mess of you?”
Her hips shifted, impatience settling like fiberglass against her nerves. Imayoshi’s hands trailed up the back of her thighs to her ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh, kneading as he worked his tongue deeper. Much as he liked partially clothed sex, of any variety, the panties were now in the way. With little regard to her clothing budget, he ripped them off, burying his face between her legs and effectively cutting off her protests. He lapped at her, taking his time to hit every bit of her pussy. She writhed against the wall, knees growing weaker. “Pl…please, Imayoshi,” she begged, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of orgasm wash over her.
“Getting tired already? Where’s your stamina, ______-chan?”
She shoved him hard, his precarious balance upset leading him to land heavily on his ass. Before he could react, she was pushing him onto his back, straddling his face and covering her mouth with her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use, Shouichi,” she hissed, grinding down against him.
He grinned, opening up and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her. She bucked, smearing her running juices on his chin. Imayoshi revelled in the taste of her, the smell, the feel, all of it. His hands ran up the expanse of her stomach to grasp her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks beneath her bra.
“F…fuck,” she breathed, knees scraping against the hard concrete floor but he was imparting too much pleasure for her to care about the bruises that would undoubtedly be there tomorrow. Finally with one last wiggle of the tip of his tongue against her clit he had her screaming his name, completely forgetting where they were and that people could undoubtedly hear them.
As she collapsed to the floor, breath heaving, Imayoshi considered her from his still prone position. Yes, he would keep these new found feelings to himself a little longer.
“Told you I’d have you on your knees,” he said smuggly.
“Yeah? Well, I had you on your ass, so we’re even.”
Why ruin a good thing?
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