Kuudere coating (SugarcoatxAnon, pseudo rapeplay)

>>she's got a tiny skirt
>>Tell me about Sugarcoat.
>>Why does she wear the leggings?
>>To attract rapists

>You end up working on a school project in tandem
>You don't really know her, other than her tongue being a weapon of mass destruction
>But you know that she's smart, so she's going to carry your sorry ass and get you an A EASY
>"Show me what you've got so far,"
>You open your laptop up
>And you soon realize that you forgot you closed it right in the middle of yesterday's fap session
>And the page of some gook comic appears on screen
>"N-no, that's rape! I'm going to come from having your huge cock raping my womb! Your dick is raping my uterus and you're going to make me pregnant~!" is written in a bubble, right next to the sex scene displaying the guy going full nelson and his enormous cock bulging out of her belly
>Your eyes go wide and you clap the screen down as fast as you can
"U-umh..."
>You glance back and find her eyes on you, an eyebrow raised
>And you prepare yourself to be berated to death, for her to call you a misogynistic pig and rape fetishist and that you belong in prison and--
>"I didn't expect you to be into that sort of things."
>Her tone is the same as always
>Cold, calculated and calm
"S-sorry, I-huh..."
>"We've got work to do."
>You blink in surprise, wondering if that'll be all there is to it
>But you're still relieved and thankful that she doesn't want to pick up on it
>You mumble another sorry in advance, before you open it up once more and close the window as fast as you can
>And you both get to work

>You've been working on this for a few days already
>It was really awkward at first, the first impression you gave her was far from perfect
>But her being a kuudere made things easier
>Even though you were sweating bullets and fighting hard to keep your spaghettis in your pockets
>Just look at her, she's like, five leagues above your sorry ass
>She's smart, beautiful, has top grades and isn't bad at sports
>You know she's going to become a lawyer or a doctor or some shit
>"That's why it's easier to use method B over... are you listening?"
>You shake your head to clear your thoughts and tear your gaze away from her, realizing that you've been gawking at her pretty face for way too long
"Y-yeah, method B, I got it,"
>She doesn't say anything for a second, so you glance back to your left to find her eyes on you
>Your eyes flick left and right, anxiously waiting for her to get back to work
>"Are you thinking of doing things to me?"
>Your eyes widen in surprise
"W-wha--?!"
>"You're disgusting,"
>And her eyes finally leave yours to get back to the laptop
>And just like that, reality crushes your hopes and dreams and makes you realize that real girls hate guys like you and finds you disgusting

>You thankfully get back to work, and she plays it as if nothing happened, again
>Maybe you should tell her you're sorry?
>Maybe you should tell her to mind her own business?
>What are you supposed to do in this situation?
>Your video games and chinese cartoons never prepared you for this

>"And I believe it'd be better if we worked on it some more this week-end, together."
"You mean, outside of school hours?"
>"Yes."
"Huh, I guess, if you want to--"
>"Then I'll be coming over to your place today so we can get to it right away."
>Wait what
"Wait what?"
>"My parents would dislike your presence, and the library is closed this weekend, this is the best solution we have."
>You're left bewildered by her response
>Not an hour ago she was calling you disgusting, and now she says she wants to come over to your place
"A-are you sure? I mean, I live alone and I think my place is far from being acceptable for someone of your--"
>"Are you saying you couldn't control your urges?"
"What the... NO, no, I'm not saying that!"
>"Let's go then."
>And just like that, she stands up and starts packing her shit

>The walk to the bus stop is rather uneventful
>Other than you wondering and pondering over the situation
>What the fuck is her problem?!
>She's not really talkative either, unless it's about a subject she understands or if she can tell you that you're wrong
>Thankfully, the bus arrives soon enough, stopping things from getting even more awkward
"Shit, it's packed today.."
>You mutter to yourself, noticing that there's no open seats
"We'll have to stand up for the ride,"
>You say, while you make your way next to the middle of the car and drop your bag, taking hold of one of the bars
>"I don't mind."
>To your surprise, she takes hold of the same one as you, instead of the free one a couple feet away
>And she turns her back to you
>Well, at least it won't be as awkward--
>The bus' sharp acceleration gets her by surprise, she loses her footings and is sent backwards, crashing into you
>Your free hand takes hold of her haunch by reflex to secure her in place
"Not used to this, huh?"
>"Where do you think you're touching?"
>The acid in her tone could melt steel beams
>And you instantly throw your hand away
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to..."
>But she doesn't do anything to stand back up
>She simply leans more and more of her weight into you
>She's so close you can smell her fruity shampoo and feel how soft her body is
>You're unsure of what to do with your hand
>What is she doing?!
"Uhm... are you okay?"
>Her head turns slightly and she frowns as she glares at you from the corner of her eyes
>"Pervert."
>And just like that, the contact breaks
>You don't say anything for the rest of the ride
>You don't even know what to say
>You don't even know what to think
>But you do think, about how good she smells
>And how soft her butt is

>>30553354
>You find your keys and open the door of your flat, and turn to her before taking a step inside
"Uhm, maybe you should wait here for a minute so I can tidy up--"
>"I don't mind."
>She completely ignores you and steps inside, and you wince internally as you follow her and the smell hits you
>You can usually ignore it, it's your home, your scent
>And you really didn't expect company today...
"Well, huh, make yourself at home--"
>"It stinks."
>You'd think that someone of her caliber would know what courtesy is
"That's why I said I wanted to--"
>"I don't mind. I was expecting as much from a young male living alone."
>You don't even know what to respond to that, so you simply sigh in defeat
>But you stop her before she can get any further
"Wait, shoes, remove them."
>She blinks, staring at you while you remove yours
>"Why? Do you have a thing for feet too?"
"Ugh!"
>You groan, eyes rolling up to show how annoyed you are
"No, it's just easier to clean up and shit, listen just do it, please."
>She stands still for a second, and you get ready to accept your defeat and tell her that she can keep them on
>But she leans forward, left foot lifting as she does and proceeds to remove the converse
>Her eyes lift up to meet yours and she catches you staring at her socked foot getting freed from its prison
>You don't really know why you turn your gaze away from her, it's not like you were doing anything wrong
>But her eyes make you feel that way, her cold stare silently judging you
>You're not even into feet!
>It's just that you're kind of surprised of how small they are
>You glance back down when you see her toes curling a bit
>And you realizes her eyes are still on you
>Fuck, she really doesn't need more ammunitions
>She doesn't say anything though, lowering her foot down and lifting the other one
>You're not sure because of the weird angle, but you think you can see her smirking
>But her typical poker face greets you when she's finished removing the second shoe

>Whatever, let's get on with it
"Let's get to work,"
>You walk past her and enter the living room, and she follows suit
>It's far from spacious, but that's the best you can afford
"We'll have to use the couch, as you can see, I don't have that much furnitures,"
>You wince internally when you see her eyes scanning the room
>You know she's smart enough to have picked up the signs by now, the cat's out of the bag
>You're a fucking slob
"Just give me a sec,"
>As you say that you pick up the used shirts and underwears lying around
>Then the half empty box from yesterday's pizza
>And then her eyes stop on your battlestation
>Or rather, the thrash bin right next to it
>Filled with used tissues
>FUCK
>You do your best snake impression and tries to inconspicuously extract the target out of her sight
>It's not working as intended, she simply stares at you with a raised eyebrow
>You don't say anything
>It's her fault anyway for barging in like that
>And who cares anyway?!
>It's not like you're friends or anything, and it's not like she'll ever talk to you again after this is over
>Even if she'll certainly bring all this shit up at school
>In front of everyone
>Fuck
>You'd think you'd be happier after having brought a 9/10 girl to your place
>You finish cleaning, and by that I mean, throw your clothes on the bed and hide the bin in one of the kitchen's cupboards
>And get back to see her sitting on the couch, setting the papers over the table
>Maybe she doesn't want to talk about it--
>"I see that you masturbate a lot."
>She says matter of factly, without even looking at you
>Ugh

"Can we not talk about this?"
>She shrugs, still not paying attention to you
>You exhale, slightly relieved when you see that she doesn't pick the subject back up
>And sit down on the other end of the couch
>She turns your way when she notices it
>"Why are you sitting so far away?"
>You blink, taking a second to process her question
>But she doesn't leave you the time to answer, and scooches closer to you
>Way too close
>"It'll be easier to exchange notes."
>Whatever

>You get to work, reviewing the various papers and discussing the subject
>And she got closer and closer over the hour, her left arm now brushing against yours whenever she moves it to point at something
>And your concentration dies some more every time it happens
>What's wrong with her?
>She obviously believes you're some sort of perverted rapist, so why is she doing all of this?
>If you really were one, you'd have no trouble pinning her down and having your way with her
>Her arm moves once more and she points to the paper in your hand
>The motion sends a waft of her perfume your way, and you can't help but inhale and bask in it
>"No, that's wrong, this should be 3 and not 5,"
>Her delicate finger taps against the paper, pointing to a certain theorem
"What? How? This can't be wrong, if that's wrong then the whole page is!"
>You're not actually going against her judgement
>If she says it's wrong, then it certainly is
>But you really don't want to start all over again
>"That's because you forgot to take account of every variables, look,"
>She leans forward and your eyes go wide when she invades your personal space
>She place a hand on your knee for support, while she extends her right arm towards the table
>You open your mouth, ready to tell her... something
>But it's not weird unless you make it so, right?
>She's some rich kid that doesn't know much about these sort of things
>You guess
>She grabs the paper a second later and sits back down
>Even closer, her knee now lying against yours

>"See, you missed this part and you got the resulting velocity wrong, as well as..."
>You simply nod along, trying to concentrate on what she says but your mind always drifts back to the alien sensation of her knee rubbing against yours, or her fragrance now filling your nostrils with how close she is
>And you can't help but steal glances at her
>Her pale perfect skin, her cute nerdy glasses, her soft-looking lips
>And how soft they'd feel on your dick...
>Welp, that came from nowhere
"Say,"
>You interrupt her and she turns to look at you
"We've been at it for a while now, want a drink or something?"
>She shrugs
>"I guess,"
>She guesses?
>You don't mull over her response too long, the awkwardness of her proximity helping you decide, and you push yourself up
"Soda or water?"
>You ask her as you get to your fridge
>Anything to clear your mind, no way you're going to let your dick develop a crush on her
>"Water."
>You grab a glass and pour her some water, then grab a can for yourself, and head back to the couch
>She's still inspecting the room, not caring about the fact that you're here
"Here,"
>You hand her the glass and she takes it, before she inspects it too
>"Did you put something in it?"
>You blink
"What the f--No! No, it's just water!"
>You groan, your hand finding your face to try and wipe the frustration away
"I'm not a rapist! I'm not going to rape you!"
>"Why not?"
>You stay silent for a couple seconds, completely stunned by her answer
"Why... not...?"
>"Why don't you want to rape me?"
>You stare at her, trying to find some sort of rictus or anything that would indicate that she's joking
>But you don't find anything but her usual cold expressionless poker face
"I-I don't know, what the hell is this--"
>"Am I not good enough?"
"What?! No, that's not why I don't want to rape you--"
>"Why then?"
>You stay there and stare at her with wide eyes for a good moment

"Because I'm not a rapist!"
>"So, you would rape me if you were one?"
>You open your mouth but your voice dies in your throat
>What the fuck is happening?
>She can't be serious
>This has to be some kind of joke
"Maybe, but I'm not--"
>"How?"
>This question came differently
>Her tone shifted ever so slightly, which is a lot for her
"How...?"
>You repeat the question, still wondering if this is actually happening
>"How would you do it? Would you do it like in your comics?"
"I don't know, I--"
>"Would you pin me down and tear my clothes off and roughly squeeze my breasts?"
>You try to respond, but she cuts you off once more
>"Would you slap my asscheeks until they're sore? Would you make me beg for you to stop?"
>She's completely nuts
>But her voice does a good job of flashing the images of the scenes through your mind, which is more than enough to send junior its wake-up call
>"Would you ignore my pleas as you force your entire length inside of me?"
>As much as you want to tell her to fuck off, you know that what's happening will fuel your self-love sessions for a really, really long time
>And you're glad it's happening
>"Where would you cum? On my face? Spreading your seed over my glasses and in my hair? Or maybe you'd tell me to keep my mouth open? Or maybe you'd cum inside of me? Just like in that image? Would you like it if I got pregnant from that? Would you want me to bear your children?"
>She finally stops asking questions, and you're left completely bewildered
>Then her eyes leave yours, and they stop on the growing bulge in front of her face
>"You're hard."

"And you're insane--"
>Her arms shoot forward and she takes hold of your hand, before she pulls it towards her and on top of her head
>Her fingers clenches around yours, forcing you to take a fistful of her hair
>And then she throws her face forward and into your groin
>You recoil in surprise, but her grip and the suddenness of it all keeps you locked in place
>And you simply watch her press her face into you, the contact sending pleasurable sensations up your spine and through the shock
"What the hell are you doing--"
>"Ugh, I can't believe you're making me do this."
>She glares at you, her nose still crunched against your scrotum, and she takes a deep inhale
>You try to take your hand away but she keeps it tightly locked around her hair
>"And that stench, I bet you didn't even take a shower today."
>Well you actually didn't, because you overslept
"I took one before going to bed--Ahgh?!"
>You give a yelp when you feel her teeth nibbling at the bulge of your shaft
>You stare wide eyed, the fear of her biting you soon leaving your mind when you realize how much you're enjoying it
>And she keeps her eyes on yours while she nibbles her way to the top of your shaft
>And you throb when she gets close to your head
"W-wait a second,--"
>You miss the contact the second it breaks
>"Wash it with my tongue?! You're a fucking pervert!"
"Wait what?!"
>Your belt buckle flies off not a blink of an eye later, and she pulls your pants and trousers all the way down
>Your pride happily bobs up and down for a couple seconds, now free from its prison
>She simply stares at it with the same calculating expression she always has
>And her hand comes back on top of yours, the one you kept on her head, and she throws her face forward once more, her nose burying itself right below your shaft and her lips pushing against your balls
>"You won't get away with this."
>Her lips slightly part and her tongue brings one of your jewels in her mouth

>You grunt in surprise, and maybe because of how warm and inviting her embrace feels against your sensitive plum
>Your shaft gives a happy throb on top of her face while she eyes the tip and the small bead of pre forming on it
>She releases you from her mouth and gives your shaft another nibble
>You yelp again, the feeling of her sharp teeth sinking in your flesh being worlds apart from earlier
>But you don't stop her, you simply groan and your hips buck on their own every few seconds
>And a warm exhale escapes her lips when you unconsciously clench harder around her hair
>"You're lucky you're so much stronger than me, or I'd tear it off--mmph!"
>She cuts herself off by taking the first few inches of your pride inside of her
>And you're left panting, heart hammering in your chest
>What the fuck is her problem?!
>Is she going to blackmail you or something?
>She derails your train of thoughts by giving your tip a long, slow lap, your hips giving another quick thrust in response
>Then she pushes herself off, her lips hungrily scraping their way up your crown, leaving you throbbing in the cold air
>"Ugh, I'm sure I'm going to be stuck with the taste of your cock for the next two weeks!"
>You only now notice her second hand deep between her thighs, the short motions indicating that she's having fun
>You guess
>"Disgusting,"
>And she takes you back into her mouth, half of your member disappearing between her lips
"Shit..."
>Another thrust of your hips forces another inch inside, and her eyes go wide in surprise
>And she pushes herself off once more, hacking and coughing
"Oh shit, sorry, I-I didn't mean to--"
>"A-are you trying to suffocate me?!"
>She gulps and coughs again
>But she doesn't let you apologize again
>"Do you want me to choke on your cock?"
>Her condescending tone reminds you of the insane situation you're in, but the frantic movements of her hand between her legs somewhat reassure you
>And she swallows as much of your dick as she can

>Which isn't much more than what she took ten seconds ago
>But it's still way too much for her, and you feel her tongue trying to push you out, but all it does is give your dick another reason to throb appreciatively
>She stays that way for a moment, trying to adjust to the intruder
>And you groan when she tries to push another inch in
>She obviously lacks experience in the matter, and you see tears forming in the side of her eyes
>You think of pushing her off before she hurts herself, until she gives a content moan around your length, all her muscles clenching for a fraction of a second, her hand pulling yours harder against her scalp while the other one sends a visible shiver up her back, her legs quaking and toes curling against the floor
>Then she leans back from your pride, a deep breath taking in as much oxygen as she can now that her airway is free, before she starts hacking again
>You're kind of pissed that she stopped, you were getting close
>But seeing her like that isn't so bad
>Did she really come from choking herself on your cock?
>She sighs contently, before her frowning glare comes back up to greet you
>"You did not orgasm."
>She sounds disappointed
"W-well,"
>"That means you want more, right?"
>You blink, and a second later you feel her hands quickly pull you forward while she spreads her legs wide
>You stumble on top of her, your hands barely able to catch you in time before your face crashes against the backrest
>"Are you going to rape me?"

>You're left panting, the feeling of your tip rubbing against her skirt forcing a barely audible groan out of you
>And you take a moment to study her
>Her breath is just as uneven as yours, her chest is heaving up and down and there's the faintest of blushes reddening her cheeks
>But her stare is still the same as always, cold and unwavering
>As if she hadn't been sucking on your cock ten seconds ago
>You gasp in surprise when you feel her fingers around your cock
>"I'm not going to let you do whatever you want to me--"
>She gasps when her free hand tears her shirt open, its buttons popping off one after the other
>"Do you have any idea how much does this thing cost?!"
>You ignore her condescending tone in favor of taking in the sight of her newly exposed flesh
>Of her small belly button resting in the middle of her toned stomach, and of her breasts, which are slightly larger than you thought they were, but that may be due to how tight her bra is hugging them
>A downward tug from her fingers makes her mounds slip free from the lingerie, revealing two rather big areolas, their dark blue contrasting so beautifully with the tone of her perfect skin
>But then you notice something's missing
>And your eyes go wide when you realize that her nipples are inverted
>You thought those were only real on the internet!
>She traces the fingers of her free hand around one, quite obviously appreciating the fact that your gaze is following its every moves, before she extends it up, taking hold of your wrist and pulls it down, placing your hand right above the globe of flesh, and pushes it down
>Your palm squeezes it without any effort and your fingers sink into it with mesmerizing satisfaction
>A low moan escapes her lips, and you feel her heart beating under your palm
>"D-don't play with these, I'm not a toy!"
>Your eyes shoot up to find hers
>There was a stutter there, you're sure of it
>Even tho she still looks as composed as ever
>Maybe you could make her stutter again

>"Why are you looking at me like that?"
>You open your mouth, but closes it instantly
>There's no point in telling her
>Not using your words at least
>You slide your palm down her supple flesh, enough to let your hand slip below it to give it a measuring uplift motion
>It's heavier than you thought
>And oh so soft
>You let your thumb roam across the expanse of her skin and she gives a short gasp when you reach the bump of her nipple
>Or at least, the place it should be...
>So you press down, trying to wiggle it down the small slit replacing it
>"Don't!"
>She says that, but her fingers still wrapped around your wrist and keeping your hand right where it is reveals her real intentions
>So you keep going, pushing your thumb harder against the small opening
>Seeing as you're not making much progress, you lift your index to help your thumb in its task
>You start by trying to part it open, your thumb pulling on one side and index on the other
>And you groan when you feel her fingers squeeze the tip of your cock
>You can't believe you nearly forgot the fact that she's had her hand on your cock the whole time, her tits having consumed your entire attention until now
>Part of you want to simply start jerking off
>Or maybe even use her hand as an onahole or even ask her to use her mouth again
>But you want to see more of her
>You pinch the sensitive nub, and she gasps in surprise
>"I told you not to-ah!"
>You want to make her drop her 'act'
>She obviously wants it as much as you do
>Hell, she's the one that caused all of this
>"Don't you dare bite them."
>You blink
>She simply stares at you, her lips are slightly parted to facilitate the airflow
>Bite?
>It doesn't take you long to get the message
>You feel her shivering in anticipation when you start leaning down
>And she fails to stifle a moan when your lips find their dark target

>But your eyes don't find anything out of place when you look up
>But you know you heard it
>That's all you need to continue
>You open your mouth as wide as you can and find out you can barely fit the entire areola in
>And your tongue follows suit, giving the small opening a teasing lick
>She shifts a bit from under you, her back arching ever so slightly and pressing her tit even harder into you, while she lets go of your shaft, the new position you're in making it too awkward for her, and brings her hand up, letting it rest on top of your shoulder and right next to your neck
>Your cock gives a disappointed throb, but your mind soon moves back to the matter at hand
>Speaking of which, you slide your palm back up and over her second nub and give her globe a grope
>The hand that was still on your wrist finally releases it, happy to see that you intend on pleasing her without needing its help, and trails its way down her side to end slipping its way below the hem of her skirt and leggings and you guess, her panties
>You keep at it for another ten seconds, your lips kissing her dark flesh and tongue lapping at its crevice, while your hand keeps its groping, stroking and caressing motions
>Then another gasp escapes her lips, followed by her hips lifting up from her seat, high enough to use your chest to push her hand even deeper against her crotch
>You instantly look up to find her biting her lip, her eyes silently begging for more
>And your eyes find hers
>She blinks once, before that expression disappears
>And she frowns, visibly not happy from the fact that you saw that
>And your cock throbs
>"I told you not to bite! Are you some kind of animal?!"
>It's your turn to blink
>But it doesn't take you long to understand what she wants
>She gasps again when your teeth sink inside of her supple skin
>Slowly, gently
>Keeping your eyes on hers, making sure that she's enjoying it as much as you are
>Then you press harder, and harder

>A shiver runs all the way up her back, and her breath hitches in her throat
>Her heart is beating quite fast
>You think
>And then you feel it, on the tip of your tongue
>A small bump of flesh that wasn't there seconds ago
>You give it a lick, to make sure it's really there
>And you pull away, just enough for you to see it, and surely enough, you find her hard nipple
>You're not sure why, but you find the sight incredibly hot
>Then her hand travels up your shoulder and up your neck
>Her gaze is still cold, but the feeling of her fingertips tracing lazy circles on the back of your head makes your heart skip a beat
"Uhm, should we--"
>"Rape me."
>The words came out wrong, you can see the surprise on her face
>There wasn't this haughty, patronizing tone she used until now
>Something deep inside tells you that you should be shocked by this development, but your instincts tell you to shut the fuck up and do it
>You give her breast one last grope before you let your hands slide down her frame to rest on the edge of her skirt
>You look at her for a couple seconds, waiting for some form of confirmation, but realizes that you won't get any
>That's part of her little game
>You think
>You don't care anyway
>Your fingers slip inside the hem and you start pulling it down
>She lifts her hips to make it easier for you, or maybe to make it faster
>It slides down easily enough, and your eyes greedily follows it to take everything in
>Her hand is still deep inside her panties, which are themselves hidden by the dark leggings
>You don't wait, you don't feel like it, and they go down next
>You nearly groan in anticipation when her smell hits you
>And your eyes shoot down, ready to see it all
>But you can't, because of the hand still cupping her treasure
>You can only see the pink of the end of her slit, her fingertip parting her lips apart
>You groan for real this time
>And you think you can see her smirking from afar

>You think of asking her to move it away
>For a second, before your hand shoots forward to grab her wrist, yanking it away from her flower
>She gasps in surprise, not expecting you to react this way
>But she doesn't voice any complaint, so you decide not to care
>You're far too busy admiring her nethers to care anyway
>Her slit is simply beautiful, her lips are perfectly closed--sealed, even, and her crotch is completely barren of any hair
>You could mistake it for a little girl's pussy if not for the sizable pair of breasts resting not far from there
>And then you notice how wet she looks
>Wet means ready to take a cock
>The thought alone sends a throb down your shaft
>The grip on the back of your head tightens when your eyes meet
>Her expression stays unreadable if not for the blush signaling that she's aware of how exposed she is right now
>You'd go down on her if you weren't feeling so needy
>But you just can't take it any more
>You want it and she wants it
>You take one deep inhale to steel yourself while you finish pulling her leggings and panties down, don't want that in the way
>She helps you as much as she can, lifting and moving her legs in sync with your hands, and they come off soon enough
>You stay on your knees seeing as the seats are low enough for you to make it work and scooches closer to her
>She quickly gets the idea, her small feet caressing your sides as she slips them behind your back, then locking her ankles as if to stop you from chickening out
>That's the last thing you feel like doing
>You take hold of her hips and pull her towards you, enough to let her butt protrude from the edge of the couch, and you scooch some more
>She gasps when the base of your shaft slides against her flower and her legs pull you in even harder, as much as she can
>You can feel her secretions spreading and covering any part of you that touches her insides, her soft lips giving in and opening under the pressure of your shaft and balls
>It feels nice

>But you want way more than this
>You let your hands roam her hips and down her cheeks for a second, fondling and groping around
>You feel her legs tightening their embrace and her hips arching to find even more of you, to add more pressure against her sensitive flesh
>Senpai's words resonates inside of your mind
>JUST DO IT
>Your right hand let go of her ass and you bring it to your shaft
>You can't remember ever being so hard
>You give it a slow pump, and a moan escapes her lips when you let the top of your fingers brush against her button
>This position is a bit awkward, but you're sure you can make it work
>You slowly pull away, her hips following yours for a moment, until you decides to place your left hand against her stomach to keep her pinned down
>You give your shaft one last pump when her slit enters your field of view
>And you press your tip against it, eager to know what it feels like, to finally know how soft it really is
>And it is, you groan when you see her lips parting open under the pressure of your head
>You slide it down the entire length of her slit, and then up, and you stare in awe as you see it glistening with her honey
>And a needy moan escapes her lips when you press against her pearl
>She's biting her lip again
>That's all you need to decide to stop fooling around
>You look back down and use your right hand to line yourself with her opening
>And you stop yourself right before you dive in
>Maybe that's her first time? Shouldn't you go slow and be gentle and shit?
>That's what they say in your doujins, right? Or is it a meme--
>"Don't just ram it in!"
>Her frown and lips tells you not to, but her eyes are begging for it
>"If you do that I'll--Ahn~?!"
>Her eyes go wide and her voice cracks and dies in her throat when you hilt it all in one go
>Fuck

>That's nothing like your onahole
>She's so warm, wet and you can even feel her walls moving around
>But that isn't even the best part
>Her face is
>She's obviously doing her best to look angry, but failing to do so
>She lets out a long throaty exhale while her hips wriggle a bit trying to get used to the new intruder
>"I-I-you! You can't-I can't believe--Mmh!"
>You look at her stuttering for a moment, her words failing her in between pants and inhales, until your hips instinctively start pulling out
>Her frowns deepens as she closes her mouth to try and stop her moan from escaping
>You never ever thought she was capable of making this kind of face
>You stop right before your tip could escape her embrace, looking down to appreciate the sight
>"I can't believe you forced your filthy cock inside like thaAhhhn~!"
>And you do it again, grinning as you do so
>Her legs quiver for a moment and her inner walls spasm around your member
>Then she brings her free hand up and on top of her face
>Is she trying to hide from you?
>No, no, no, no, that won't do
>You grab it as fast as you can and yank it up, pinning it against the backrest
>And her eyes go wide in surprise
>She doesn't resist, she doesn't even try
>You feel her squeezing your member again, and your hips buck forward in response
>She bites the edge of her lips
>And then she brings her second hand up and places it right next to her sister
>"P-please, let me go,"
>It's all wrong, fear should come out of her lips, not eagerness, not want
>And a content, needy sigh leaves her lips when you bring your second hand up to pin it down
>You're not exactly sure of what you're doing, but you know that you're doing it right
>And you want more
>"No, stop, no more-ah!"
>A meaty slap echoes from your flesh meeting
"Fuckkkk..."

>She squirms a bit under you, her hands tugging to try and break free
>But you don't let go
>And you pull out once more, her walls coiling around your cock as you do so, trying to keep you in
>And you thrust
>"Fuck~!"
>Her voice cracks again
>And your heart skips a beat
>You want to hear it again
>"Wait!"
>You blink, her voice stopping you from thrusting again
>"D-don't... don't kiss me you pig!"
>Oh
>And you thrust, her mouth opening to gasp, before you lean down and capture her lips with yours
>And she squirms again for a second, her arms flailing, walls constricting and legs pulling you in even closer, before she melts under your touch
>She closes her eyes and lets go of everything, letting you do as you please
>And you oblige, your dick pulling out from her as your tongue darts forward and part her lips
>She squeaks in surprise but instantly lets you in
>She lacks experience, and so do you
>Your tongues meet, hers freeze
>And you decide to explore her mouth for a moment
>The kiss is awkward, and amateurish
>It's all but perfect, but you love it, and you know she loves it
>And you thrust
>And her moan resonates inside of your mouth
>You start building a rhythm, your thrusts building in speed and intensity
>But your position makes it really awkward, there's no way you can keep up this way
>You push yourself away from her, and a low whiny escapes her lips as you break the kiss, her eyes opening to try and find out why you stopped
>"Why--"
>Her plea stop the second she realizes how off tone she sounds
>And her frown comes back
>"Who do you think you are?! I'm not a toy you can fuck and k-kiss and do all these things to!"
>You have to fight the urge to dive back in and shut her up
>And you scan your surroundings, as well as her, taking a second to ponder over the ways you could make it work
>You think you got it
>So you let go of her hands, and she eyes you up and down, wondering what you're planning
>But she keeps her hands exactly where they are

>She wants you to pin her down
>To stop her from moving
>To use her
>And fuck her
>And kiss her
>You throb, still deep inside of her
>You straighten your back and slip your hands in between you and her legs, pulling them up to free yourself from her leg lock
>And you lean down again, keeping your arms under her knees and extending your hands forward, pushing them in between her back and the cushion before you lift yourself up and on your feet
>And then you pull her up, and she lets out an 'eep' in surprise
>You're surprised of how light she is
>Her arms shoot forward and she takes hold of your neck to keep herself from collapsing backward
>You can see that she has no idea of what you're doing, but she doesn't say anything
>Maybe you shouldn't take her to your bed
>You haven't changed the sheets in what... a week?
>At least
>...
>Oh well, if she starts berating you'll just have to shut her up
>You heave in effort as you pick her up and she throws herself forward, her arms wrapping themselves around your back to hug you and keep her from falling
>She smells so good
>You turn around to face the door to your bedroom and take the first step
>Then another, and another
>It's not as easy as you thought it'd be, and your member slips out of her on the way there
>But you get there, and you throw her on the bed
>She takes a moment to scan the room, and the poor state in which the bed is
>Her eyes lingering on a stain coming from... you don't remember, pizza, maybe
>But to your surprise she doesn't say anything, she turns for her gaze to find yours, and she leans down on her back, splaying her legs apart and bringing her hands back up
>"Let me go!"
>Fuck

>You grab a rather long sock lying around, and climb on the bed, then on top of her
>She doesn't move, her eyes curiously looking you up and down
>Especially down, eyes stopping on your bobbing cock going up and down all the way there
>And she brings her hands down, pushing her tits together, waiting for you to use them as a cocksleeve
>But that's not what you have in mind
>...maybe later
>You take hold of her wrists and pull them up
>You're harsh but still, you take great care not to hurt her
>Her eyes squints slightly
>"What are you doing?"
>You ignore her, and tie them up with the sock
>Not too tight tho
>And you feel her take another deep intake when she realizes what you just did
>"U-untie me!"
>You grin
>And she gasps when you pinch her exposed nipple
>But you still got an erection to take care of
>You push yourself off and step in between her legs, pushing them apart and squatting right in front of her
>You take her knees in each hand, not unlike you did to pick her up earlier, and push them up and then towards her
>You know she's some kinda dancer, so she's flexible
>Incredibly so, as you end up bringing her knees against her tits, pressing and squeezing them by doing so
>And exposing her entrance even more than before
>Fuck she's so hot
>You grab her wrists by the sock and pull them up to pass each of her legs in between her arms
>It's not as tight and constraining as you thought it'd be but it'll do
>And she shares your thoughts, making a show of squirming around and showing you that she could get out of it easily enough
>Unless you limit her movements by, say, fucking her raw and holding her down
>Because that was part of the plan too
>You move right behind her and drop on your knees
>You feel your dick throb in anticipation between your fingers
>You align yourself with her fuckhole and press just a bit
>Just enough for your tip to enter her
>Oh yeah, this is going to be great
>And you ram it in, a whiny moan escaping her lips as you do so

>"Fuck!"
>Her back arches up and she throws her head back when you hilt inside of her
>No, that won't do!
>You lean forward with a hand extending towards her face, keeping your dick as deep in her as you can, and grab a handful of her scalp to bring her head back down
>And you close the distance when her eyes find yours
>Your lips crash against hers and she lets out a surprised sound, before she leans into it, that same needy sound escaping her throat telling you how much she's enjoying it
>And it spurs you on
>Your shoulders find the back of her knees and your weight pushes her legs even deeper against her breasts
>You break the kiss and open your mouth, ready to ask her if you're not too heavy or if she's okay, but her voice comes faster than yours
>"I am not your fucktoy! So you better pull your filthy, disgusting cock-Mmph~!"
>She's more than okay
>But you do pull your cock out of her, only to thrust everything back in a second later
>And she moans around your tongue again as you do so
>And again
>And again
>And you start building your rhythm back up
>This is way easier and less straining than on the sofa
>And one of your hand is free to roam her body
>You instantly go for one of her tits, slightly leaning back up to let your hand slip below her leg to fondle the soft flesh, appreciating how squeezable it is and how hard her nipple feels
>As well as the sounds she makes whenever you pinch it and roll it under your thumb
>You feel like you could play with her tits for hours and hours, but your hands have more places to touch
>So you caress your way off her sides and to her thigh
>Rubbing and caressing your way there
>Her skin is so soft

>You have to give her more, so you let your head drop down, right next to hers, your cheek ending up nuzzling against the side of her neck, and your hand finally leaves her backside in favor of helping you support your weight to fuck her even faster and harder than before
"I'm getting close."
>You groan, and you feel her tensing again
>You count another two thrusts before she regains enough composure to respond
>"Are you going to-Nhh~, ah, come inside?! Is that what you-oh -want? N-now that you raped meee, you're going to impre-egnate me with y-yourrrr filthy cum?! T-to fill my womb f-uull of your seed?!"
>You're too out to really comprehend whatever she's saying
>But she didn't say no
>So you hilt one last time, and you fail to stifle the most animalistic groan you've ever given
>It sounds like
"OOOooouuuuhhaaahrrrrghhhuuuuuuhhhhh!"
>You feel yourself throb and pulse with each spurts of seed shooting from your tip, and you collapse on top of her
>And the content sigh leaving her lips when she realizes what's happening just coaxes even more from you
"F-fuck..."
>Your heart is thumping in your ears, you don't ever remember feeling so exhausted
>But it still skips a beat when you feel her nuzzling your neck and her lips meeting your skin, followed by her fingers slowly stroking and tracing circles along your chest, or at least where they can reach, as she shifts her legs around a bit to lock them around your shoulders to pull you in

>You feel like you're floating
>You never felt so good, and you never could've expected this position to feel so comfortable
>Your entire weight crushing the girl you just fucked senseless, your dick still as deep inside of her as you could ever be and throbbing in rhythm with her inner walls contracting and spasming around it to squeeze you dry
>Her ankles are still locked around the back of your head, pulling you in and keeping you in place as her soft lips rests against the side of your neck, kissing you whenever she's not gasping for air, or letting out satisfied, happy sounds and sighs
>You feel like you could fall asleep, just like that
>"That was great."
>But her voice makes you snap out of it, your eyes opening wide and mind springing to life a fraction of a second later
>That just happened
>You just pushed her on your bed, tied her hands and plowed her
>"We still have some time until my curfew,"
>You never heard her using this voice, it's so different from the haughty tone she was using earlier that you could mistake her for someone else's
>"We can go again if you want, I've always wanted to try doggystyle,"
>She can't be serious
>She leans forward, her mouth stopping so close to your ear that you can feel the warmth of her breath washing over it
>"You could pull on my pigtails as you mount me?"
>You half-whine half-groan, because of her whispering voice sending these images to your brain, as well as her clam squeezing your pride extra hard
>Whether it's to further entice you or because she finds the idea as hot as you do, you're unsure
>Certainly both
>But as much as your dick screams and begs you to accept the offer, the ache from the rest of your body forces you to shake your head
"Just... can we take a break first?"
>You push your upper half off of her to look at her as you say that
>And your heart stops for a second

>You always thought that she was beautiful, but she's actually way above that
>Maybe it's the thin layer of sweat covering her forehead, or how exhausted she looks, or maybe it's the high of your orgasm speaking
>But it's probably because of the smile she's giving you
>You feel like you could fall for her just by looking at it
>Maybe you already did
>Until it disappears, a disappointed frown replacing her satisfied expression
>"You'll have to work on your stamina."
>She doesn't give you her opinion, she states a matter of fact
>You frown too, a second later, ready to retort something, but she leans up to give your lips a peck
>And you stand there, blinking
>"Could you untie me?"
>You sigh in defeat, and nod, before you lift yourself off completely, her legs quickly parting to let you free
>And your wilting shaft escapes her slit, your eyes staring as the mix of your juices create a bridge between your tip and her entrance, keeping you connected for a moment before it finally breaks, the sticky line of your love, now free, swinging down to crash against her backdoor
>You feel yourself throb
>"Mmhh~, or maybe we could use this position again,"
>Your eyes find hers and you gulp as you see her biting her lip
>And you nod
>Maybe you could
>But she still asked for you to untie her, so you lean forward and do so
>You fumble with the sock for a moment, and it finally comes undone
>You slightly back away to give her some more space as she extends and stretches her legs, her hands shooting down to massage them
>And you watch her for a while
>How did you even manage to score that?
>It was mostly her doing, but still
>She spreads her legs wide with her fingers still wrapped around her small feet
>It's surely one of her ballet exercises or something
>But it still gives you a perfect view of her flower
>And of your seed dripping from it
>Oh shit

>As hot as it is, you're sure it must feel gross, so you turn around and move to the edge of the bed, extending an arm to grab the box of kleenex placed on your nightstand, and turn back to present it to her
"Here,"
>She blinks, then gives an inaudible 'oh' when she follows your gaze
>"Thanks--"
>Her hand reaches the box, but she stops before taking hold of it
>"Actually, you should do it."
>What
>You don't have the time to process what she just said, her arm rushes past the box and she pulls you back in the center of the bed
"W-wait,"
>She doesn't, she keeps shifting and pushing or pulling you or your limbs until you're kneeling in front of her, her legs spread wide to give you complete access to her everything as she lays down on her back, her eyes never leaving yours as the back of her head drops against your pillow
>And she smirks knowingly, one of her hand moving up to circle around one of her nipples as she bites her lips
>Ugh
>She knows what the fuck she's doing
>And her smirk widens when she sees you picking up a tissue
>No point arguing
>It is kinda hot anyway
>Weird, but hot
>And she gasps when you push the paper right below her flower
>You feel your seed on the tip of your fingers, proof of how much there is and that one fold won't be enough
>You crumple the tissue and swipes along her slit, watching in awe as you start (involuntarily) smearing your seed around her flower, the strands breaking and swinging back against her softness when you pull your hand away
>You really gave her quite the load, and you can only see what's coming out of her
>Maybe you filled her to the brim
>unf

>And she enjoys the view as much as you do, or rather, she enjoys watching you as you clean your mess
>You throw the balled paper away, you'll clean up later, and pick another tissue from the box, instantly bringing it back against her folds to remove the mess you just made, and she gasps as you part her lips to wipe her crevice, her hips slowly rolling up to try and find more of your touch and a leg extending until her foot reaches your thigh
>"Mmmh~,"
>Her sock is so soft, holy shit
>You ball up and throw the second tissue away, instantly readying a third as she strokes the entire length of your thigh, her toes curling a bit as she reaches the top, before she brings it back down
>The sensual touch is enough to make your soldier slowly but surely rise from the dead
>You try to ignore it as your hand reaches her pussy, hoping this'll be the last tissue needed
>But she doesn't feel like ignoring it, if the feelling of her toes wriggling dangerously close to your growing meat tells you anything
>And you groan when she finally touches it, her toes slipping under your shaft to pull it up before she presses forward with the ball of her foot and pushes your balls down
"Sugar, please, I'm drained, can't we not do anything for five minutes?"
>You try to sound as serious as possible, but it's kind of hard with a hand wiping her snatch and her foot fondling your balls
>But to your surprise, she accepts, her shoulders giving a quick shrug as the pressure of her foot disappears
"Thanks,"
>You can't believe you just thanked a girl for stopping doing things to your dick using her small, sock covered feet
>You finish with your cleaning duties keeping this in mind, wondering where and when did your life go so wrong
"Done, I guess...?"
>You throw the last kleenex away, before you pick the box up and lob it
>And it goes past the nightstand and falls to the ground
>Fuck

>And you turn to her the moment you feel her weight shifting on the bed but she's way too fast, her arms are wrapped around your chest before you can comprehend what's happening and she pulls you down
>You don't have the presence of mind to resist, not that you would've done it anyway, and she crawls half next and half on top of you, her jugs pressing against your side as she uses your shoulder as a pillow
>And she gasps, her front half lifting up at the speed of sound while she looks down at where her head was a second ago in disgust
>You don't have the time to ask her what's happening that she tugs the hem of your shirt up
>"Remove it, it's all sweaty and gross, and it stinks."
>Yeah, that's still the same girl that you see at school
>But you comply, sitting up and taking hold of it to pull it up and off you
>And you throw it away, somewhere, you don't really care
>And she pushes you back down the second you do, and you stop her right before she follows you
"Wait, I'm still sweaty and... gross and all you know, maybe I should shower?"
>She looks at you and ponder over it for a second, before she shakes her head and resumes her earlier position, her head dropping on top of your shoulder while she wraps an arm around your chest and she lifts one of her legs to push it in between yours to entwine them together
>"I don't mind."