DEADLY DESIRES [D:C]

TWENTY-TWO

•written by --makimuras•

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[y/n] was standing at her mirror, the long dress fit her perfectly—showing off all of her curves. She felt uncomfortable and sighed. What if she was going all out for no reason? What if Akira was going to be dressed casually. [y/n] sighed and plopped on her bed, covering her face. A loud groan came out her mouth and she laid on her bed. "This is complicated," she mumbled and sat back up.

She walked back to where her clothes sat neatly, she opened the drawers and pulled out a casual but dressy shirt along with a pair of shorts. [y/n] put the clothes on and walked downstairs, Lana and her father sat on the couch watching television.

"Hey, dear," [y/n's] father greeted, his arm around Lana's neck, fiddling with the younger child's fingers. "Where are you heading?"

[y/n] gulped and turned to her dad. "O-Oh, I told Miki that I w-would go watch movies with her. I totally forgot to t-tell you," she lied. Her palms were sweaty and she began to breathe heavily. Never had she lied to her father, especially about a boy.

Her father looked at Lana and looked back at [y/n]. "Well you girls have fun," her father said, holding Lana close to him. "Just be back home by ten."

"But that's in a ho—"

"I was joking [y/n]," her father said with a chuckle and gave his daughter a small smile. "I trust you to be back at the right time."

[y/n] smiled at her father and nodded, before leaving the house. She sighed and looked ahead, seeing Akira standing with flowers in his hand. She jumped a bit and placed her hand on her heart. "Do you always scare y-your dates like t-this," she laughed a bit to hide the fact that she was actually frightened.

Akira laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't go on d-dates," he told her, shyly holding out the flowers.

[y/n] smiled sweetly and grabbed the flowers. "My dad doesn't know that I'm going with you, so I'll take them to my room when I sneak back in."

Akira smiled and held his hand out. "Let's get going, princess."

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It wasn't anything special—and [y/n] didn't need anything special. Just being on a date with Akira was special. She liked him a lot, and this proved his feelings for her.

[y/n] sat across from Akira, smiling widely.

"I tried my best to find a good place for you but—"

"I love it," [y/n] interrupted. "I don't need anything special," she stated, taking a sip of her drink. "If I'm with the person I like, it's special enough."

Akira smiled and placed his hand on hers. He could feel her hand shaking; she seemed confident but deep down she was more nervous than Akira. "You alright?"

[y/n] nodded softly. "I never been on a date before," she admitted. She was a bit embarrassed; she felt as if Akira had stolen all her firsts. Her first kiss, first date, what was next?

Akira smiled and rubbed her wrist. "I'm glad to be your first date," he whispered, leaning to kiss her hand softly. [y/n] blushed and later their food arrived.

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Hand in hand, Akira walked [y/n] back to her house, whispering about how great their date was. [y/n] agreed with him and tightened her grip on his hand tightly.

They stopped outside of her home and [y/n] looked at her phone, seeing it was past eleven p.m. She gave a small sigh and looked up at Akira. "Thank you for this." She looked down at her flowers with a smile. "I had fun."

Akira grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Afterward, the two stared into each other's eyes, not saying another word. Akira's face got closer to [y/n]'s and she slowly shut her eyes. Her breathing was slowing down and her body began to rest, waiting for Akira's lips to touch hers. Soon enough, they did.

Her eyes tightened and the flowers fell to the floor—her arms wrapping around Akira's neck. Akira deepened the kiss, cupping her cheeks. He bit her bottom lip and lightly sucked on it, causing [y/n] to groan. He bit it a little more harshly before pulling away.

[y/n] stood breathing heavily, her arms still wrapped around him. "M-My dad," she gulped, knowing exactly what she was about to get herself into. "M-My dad is probably asleep," she whispered, looking up at him. Akira smirked before bending down to pick up the flowers. [y/n] quickly unlocked the front door and took the flowers from Akira, and placed them on the dining table. She then leads him to her room, while holding his large hand.

Once they got to [y/n]'s room, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Akira picked her up, held her against the wall, and attached his lips to her neck. [y/n] moaned softly once his lips had reached the sweet spot on her neck, and he began to bite onto it. "A-Akira," she whispered, pulling his head from her neck. Once she did so, she smashed her lips back onto his and rubbed her hands through his black locks.

Akira pulled away, and quickly took off his shirt, then took off [y/n]'s. "A-Are you sure about this? We can s—"

"Shut up," she whispered to him harshly. "If I didn't want this I wouldn't have invited you in. I know that I want to do this, and I know I want it to be with you."

Akira was shocked, the sudden confidence left him in silence. He loved her; he absolutely loved her. Akira placed the [h/c] haired girl on her bed and pulled her pants (along with her shoes) down. Akira smiled and stared at her figure, the lump in his pants began to come visibly to [y/n]'s eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to place kisses on her thighs. "Can I be selfish of you? Can I keep you?" He stared up at [y/n] his eyes filled with love and lust.

[y/n] nodded slowly, gripping his hands. "Be selfish of me," she whispered to him.

Akira smiled and pulled her underwear down, and [y/n] took the signal to unhook her bra. Akira also undressed after undressing [y/n]. The two stared at each other once they were both wearing nothing.

"It's going to hurt," he told her, placing kisses on her breasts. "So you'll have to let me know when to start."

[y/n] mumbled something, and bit her lip. She didn't want to wake her sister or her father.

Akira positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in. [y/n] groaned and help onto Akira's shoulders for support. "You okay?"

[y/n] answered with a quick nod. "Just give me a second to a-adjust." Akira nodded in agreement, and give her a bit. [y/n] nodded for him to continue and soon the room was filled with moans and groans from the two.

Akira was being selfish of her like he had asked. He was happy. In that small moment, he could imagine a future with the girl underneath him. A beautiful future.

"A-Akira," she cried, "I-I'm going t-t—" [y/n] could barely make out her words. Her moans were interrupting her.

"G-Go ahead, I'm going to soon," he told her, a loud groan escaping his mouth. [y/n] squeezed her eyes shut as she came, and Akira continued to pound in and out with no mercy. Akira's hands made its way to her breast and squeezed them harshly.

"A-Akira," [y/n] repeated, over and over.

Akira felt himself nearing his climax and forced himself to pull out of her. He came on her stomach and continued to hover over her. Their heavy breaths echoed throughout the roof, and [y/n] closed her eyes slowly. Akira smiled and laid himself next to the girl before asking, "Does this mean you're my girlfriend?"