___ Bathroom mix-up in the morning – Masachika walks in half-asleep to find Yuki naked after a shower, still teasing him like when they were kids.
He tries to retreat to the living room to get away from her, but she follows in just a towel, climbs into his lap on the couch and keeps pushing until he stops holding back.
___ The bathroom door clicked open, and Kuze Masachika stepped inside, still half-asleep.
He’d been up late studying, and the morning had come too quickly.
He needed to splash some water on his face, maybe brush his teeth— He froze.
Yuki Suou stood in the center of the bathroom, completely naked.
Her skin was pale and smooth, still damp from a shower.
Water droplets clung to her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs.
Her dark hair was wet, plastered to her back.
She was looking at him with a lazy, knowing smile.
“Good morning, Masachika-kun.” “What the hell are you doing?” He stumbled back, his hand flying to cover his eyes.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—” “Didn’t mean to what?” Her voice was teasing.
“Walk into your own bathroom?
It’s your house, after all.” He peeked through his fingers.
She hadn’t moved.
She was still standing there, naked, her arms crossed casually under her chest, pushing her breasts up.
Her nipples were pink and hard from the cold.
“Yuki, put some clothes on.” “Why?
You’ve seen me naked before.
We used to bathe together when we were kids.” “We’re not kids anymore.” “Exactly.” She stepped toward him, and he backed out of the bathroom, into the hallway.
“Are you scared of me, Masachika-kun?” “No, I just—” She laughed.
“You’re so easy to fluster.” He turned and walked quickly to the living room, his heart pounding.
He could hear her footsteps behind him, light and unhurried.
He sat down on the couch, trying to compose himself.
She followed him, a towel now wrapped around her body.
It was small, barely covering her from chest to upper thigh.
She climbed onto the back of the couch, then draped herself over his shoulders, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“Yuki, get off.” “No.” She slid down, onto his lap, straddling him.
The towel rode up, exposing her hips.
She pressed her body against his, her breasts brushing against his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt.
He tried to push her away, but she was stronger than she looked.
Her hands slid down his chest, past his stomach, until they found his cock through his pants.
She squeezed, feeling the growing hardness.
“Looks like someone’s not as scared as he says,” she murmured.
“Yuki…” “Shut up.” She rubbed him through the fabric, her touch firm and deliberate.
“I know you want this.
I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.” His breath hitched as she unzipped his pants, reaching inside.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly.
“Go on,” she whispered.
“Do it if you can.” “What?” “Fuck me.
Right here.
If you’re man enough.” Something snapped.
He grabbed the edge of her towel and ripped it off, throwing it aside.
She was naked again, her body fully exposed, her breasts bouncing with the motion.
He pushed her onto her back on the couch, his body covering hers.
“Fine,” he said, his voice low.
“You asked for this.” He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.
She gasped, her back arching.
Her hands tangled in his hair.
“That’s it,” she breathed.
“Don’t hold back.” He moved to the other nipple, licking and biting, making her moan.
His hand slid down between her legs, finding her already wet.
He pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her warmth.
“So ready for me,” he said.
“Shut up and fuck me.” He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at her entrance.
He thrust forward, burying his cock inside her in one smooth motion.
She cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist.
“Fuck, Yuki.
You’re so tight.” “Don’t stop.
Don’t you dare stop.” He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers.
The couch creaked beneath them.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and he grabbed them, squeezing, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes—” She came first, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around him.
He kept going, driving into her through her orgasm, feeling her spasm around his cock.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice breathless.
“Cum inside me.
Fill me up.” He thrust harder, faster, until he felt the pressure building.
With a groan, he came, his seed flooding her, hot and thick.
They lay there, panting, tangled together on the couch.
Her hand found his, their fingers intertwining.
“See?” she said, her voice soft.
“That wasn’t so hard.” He laughed, burying his face in her hair.
“You’re insane.” “Maybe.
But you love it.” He didn’t deny it.