Side Effects [Shinsou X Jirou]

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Everything was stupid about what we were doing. I was even more stupid for prompting this, however what good was it to hold it against myself.

Why were we even fighting?

I was just projecting my insecurities... A sensitive subject, flared at a single faint touch on him, towards him.

I could almost hate him for making me feel that way, for bringing such a side out of me.

Almost, but I never really could bring myself to do so.

My rage never could be simmered down easily and something in me figured that he would grow to enjoy that.

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Jirou stared into his purple eyes as he loomed over her, his hands bunched up in her sheets and beside her head. She panted against Shinsou's face, who was ever so close to hers.

Her hand yanked his shirt and she kissed him hard, it hurt the way their teeth clinked but she was satisfied to hear him groan in pain. They clawed at each other, pulling and tossing away any fabric of clothes they could lay their hands on.

Panting hard and filled with the need to touch each other in ways nobody has. He dragged her down, his large hands tightly squeezing her thighs and parting them open to reveal her slick crotch that made him gulp.

She wasn't wearing panties underneath those shorts, what a fucking tease. Shinsou buried his face in her heat and lapped away at her cunt, holding her thighs tightly in case she felt the need to squirm away.

Jirou moaned and wriggled her hips but it was futile with the way his hold was locked on her. His tongue slipped into her heat as his eyes fell upon her pleasured face. He groaned and sent vibrations up her spine, she couldn't keep her toes from curling and her gasps low.

Jirou helplessly stared as he blew against her clit and sucked on it, his purple eyes were fixed on her expressions while his hips rutted into the mattress. She quivered and grabbed onto his messy locks, pushing her hips up and riding his face, making an entire mess with her slick.

Jirou's moans grew louder as she was reaching her high but he pulled away sharply and stared at her with a smirk, satisfied with getting her so close to where she wanted to be and then leaving her high and undeniably wet.

She tried to speak, berate him but was cut when he spat on her throbbing cunt and pushed her legs backwards, exposing her sopping flushed core to him.

"Hold it up." He ordered with his voice hoarse.

Jirou found herself obeying his order and spreading her legs open for him, she stared as he pulled himself out of his trousers and eagerly slipped on a condom from his bedside table. At once, he rubbed his tip around her quivering hole and slapped it against her clit before burying himself into her heat with a pleasured exhale.

She came at once and Shinsou stared at her expression, a little thrown off himself from the sweetness of her walls that fluttered around him, he chuckled as she panted, "So you were that needy for my cock?"

"Fuck you." She snapped but her pulsing around his dick did nothing to refute that claim.

"Already doing that."

Shinsou rolled his hips and began pounding into her pussy, allowing the bed to creak under his thrusts. It was hard and deep, she couldn't even breathe properly and her vision began to grow blurry with the tears.

"Fucking tight." He panted in her ear and licked her lobe, stringing more cries and moans out of her. The wet slapping noises only furthered to throw her mind into a frenzy.