The best friend

Bokuto is absolutely shameless and a pervert. He was constantly whining and reaching out to you, pulling you towards him and begging you to let him touch you. He didn't even care if you were both in the company of others. He seemed to have no restraints, especially among his closest circle of friends.

You've already lost count of how many times he's reached out for you today to pull you onto his lap. While you effectively fended him off. But now his fingers find their way under the loose T-Shirt you’re wearing, its soft fabric clinging to your naked body. They trail up until he can cup your breast while Kuroo sits next to him. The attention of his best friend having shifted away from the TV and onto her.

"Relax baby, Tetsu doesn't mind," your boyfriend murmurs in your ear, as if he's trying to convince you. His warm breath brushes the sensitive skin of your neck and you can feel him grinning. Still, you try to pull away from his grip, but he doesn't let up, pressing his lips to your skin.

"Yes Y/N, I don't mind." Kuroo grins broadly at you, the first time he's involved himself in this conversation. Now his fingers find their way onto your skin as well, gripping your ankles as he helps Bokuto turn you in his lap until you're leaning back against him, facing Kuroo.

You couldn't explain how, but just a few minutes later, you were sitting naked in your boyfriend's lap, legs spread wide as Kuroo‘s lips found their way up your legs from your knees. With each kiss and each nip of his teeth against your skin, you were getting wetter and wetter.

"Shit Kou," Kuroo murmurs as he stares at you both from his dark eyes, "you really didn't understate, shes already fucking drenched." You can't understand how he can stay so calm when his fingers are only a few centimeters away from finally touching your pussy.

And it wasn't fair how he managed to incite your boyfriend with the few words he spoke. You feel Kous gaze on you. He's watching you closely. The way you're still trying to get away from the two men. How you bite your lower lip slightly as Kuroos fingers finally find their way between your legs and collect moisture between your pussy lips to show it to Bokuto. His fingers glistening in the slightly dim light of the dark living room.

"Yeah, she's so messy, isn't she?" Bokuto murmurs, his eyes firmly on his friend's fingers as they find their way back between your legs and start rubbing your clit in small circular motions.

Bokutos hands move to your thighs, which he grips firmly and spreads even wider. "Give her a kiss Tetsu. Trust me, she tastes incredible. Come on, give her a kiss and tell me how good she is." He is literally begging, almost as if he were the one waiting to be devoured. And it doesn't take long for the dark-haired man to slide backwards on the sofa cushions getting in a more comfortable position to reach her. But it's not fast enough for your boyfriend. His fingers tangle into his Kuroos hair before he presses his face firmly between your legs. His nose bumps against your clit and the sudden pressure elicits a moan from you, which is shortly followed by a muffled moan from between your legs. His tongue has found its way between your lips, licking at whatever you give him. Only when he has to catch his breath does he emerge again.

He lifts his head slightly to look at both you and your boyfriend behind you. His lips and chin are wet with your juices. And while the thought that he looks incredibly hot between your legs with his tousled hair runs through your mind, he comes to a similar conclusion. From his perspective, both you and Bokuto look incredible. Your face is covered in a slight blush, marked by lust and shyness. Bokutos face, on the other hand, is characterized by lust and almost madness as he waits for you to finally be devoured by his best friend. Kuroo wanted to take a photo of you, to have the sight forever.

He disappears between your legs again, spreading gentle kisses that make you want to beg for more. "Tetsu, please-", but that's not even necessary. His hot tongue teases you, alternating with lightly sucking on you. Meanwhile, his long index finger also finds its way between your legs, prodding at your entrence. He's slowly pushing in, while listening to your moans and Bokutos quickening breath. Kuroo thinks he's in heaven as his finger is sucked in, embraced by your tight, wet heat.

"Tell me how good it feels. How wet it is Tetsu, please! Tell me. Isn't she great?"

"Sounds like you'd love to lie between her legs Kou."

She feels her boyfriend's frantic breathing on the back of her neck. "Of course. Who wouldn't want that? Look at her, how beautiful she is. The way she wriggles and squirms between us. She sounds incredible and she feels even better. The best pussy I've ever had. Nothing and no one in this world feels as good as my baby does."

"Shit Kou, if you keep talking like that I almost feel bad, should I make room for you here?"

The two men almost seemed to have forgotten that we were actually in the middle of something here. "Tetsu, please continue." Your voice is an almost barely audible whisper, but even so, their attention is right back on you.

"Fuck, anything you want princess." And Kuroo resumes his task, working a second finger in. You're magical, he thinks. And he understands how someone like Bokuto can take a liking to you. Whenever he meets you, he can't help but notice how absolutely adorable you are. Everyone who met you was thrilled by you. You have a way about you that is absolutely captivating and your gentle, loving side makes you the favorite of the entire volleyball world. Loved by everyone, players and fans alike.

Kuroo knows about the conversations in the MSBY team's locker room. Knows that Bokuto takes out his remaining energy on you pretty much every day after training. Bullying himself into your slit and keeping you under him for sometimes hours, until he's finally exhausted and you're nothing but a moaning, trembling mass, no longer able to move in any way. He, on the other hand, wanted to be nice to you. To worship your pussy, to make sure that you turn to him when you want tenderness. But you make it so incredibly difficult for him to pull himself together and not just pounce on you. Your big eyes begging him for salvation and not breaking eye contact with him while your pussy is squeezing his fingers so deliciously.

A shaky sigh escapes his lips before they find their way back to your pussy as if they were magnets attracted to each other. His mouth smushed against you, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt. Kuroo loves to taste your sweet flavor as he enjoys the way you sigh and moan for him. His name escapes your lips in soft moans. The name of your boyfriends best friend. Only drowned out by the squelching sounds of your pussy as his fingers continue to drill into you in a fast rhythm.

"Shit, I can even hear how wet she is. Fuck, let me help Tetsu," comes Bokuto‘s pitiful moan from near your shoulder. His hand lets go of your thigh and advances to your belly and deeper, until he can wedge his hand between you and Kuroo. Until his fingers finally touch your clit and  Kuroos mouth moves lower as he licks up everything that drips out from you. The approving hum of Kuroo on your puffy folds has you moaning.

Bokuto loves it. At that moment, nothing appeals to him more than the image of his best friend between the legs of the woman he loves most. However, he can imagine one more thing, and he can hardly wait to put it into action. He wants to see his best friend finally fuck you. He wants to see if you would be just as good for him. Whether you would also have that look on your face under his best friend that always drives him crazy and ensures that he can't let go of you.

The attention you get from the two men - the perfect circular movements of your boyfriend on your clit and the delicious rubbing of Kuroos fingers on that spongy area inside you has you arching your back. It's so incredibly hot that you don't need much more until you are gushing. Your juices flowing out of you, wetting your thighs and the man between them. Only when you come down from your orgasm do the two men stop.

"Shit, that was so good," you gasp and Bokuto‘s breathing is also rapid, his chest rising and falling so violently that it moves you with it.

"We're not done yet baby" and the very next moment Bokuto has lifted you from his lap as if you weighed nothing. With you in his arms, he makes his way into the bedroom in the dark of the apartment. Kuroo is close on his heels, as if he can't bear to give you up already. Bokuto can understand that. He too had only tasted you once and was sure that he would never find a better woman.

No sooner had he set you down on the bed than the two men attacked each other again. Bokuto‘s lips find their way onto yours, he simply can't keep away from you any longer. While he does enjoy seeing you with his best friend, he also wanted to finally have you. His cock longs for you, wants to finally be deep inside delicious heat. But he can't give in just yet. He still has other plans. That's why he lets go of your lips after a few seconds. Instead, he helps you to get down on all fours on the bed. While he takes a seat on the side of the bed near your head, Kuroo remains standing at the foot of the bed. You glance over your shoulder at him. Waiting, inviting. What you don't notice is the look your boyfriend is giving him. Blazing desire, accompanied by an almost maniacal expression, as if his life depended on this finally happening.

You both watch as Kuroo slowly peels off his clothes and you lick your lips as he finally steps out of his jeans and you can see his boxers stretching over his hardness. Although you've only just come, you can feel your pussy throbbing and the desire to finally be filled properly overcomes you.

After he had finally taken off the last piece of fabric, he climbs onto the bed behind you. One large hand lightly stroking your back, he grips his cock with the other. The tip messily coated with precome as he dragged it over your slit, groaning at the feeling of your slick folds against him. And without hesitating any longer, he penetrates you with one deep thrust. While you enjoy the slight pain that his thick length brings, he can't stop himself from gasping for air. He had thrown his intention of being gentle and nice out of the window when your eager gaze hit him. When he saw how your tongue unconsciously swiped your lips when you finally saw him naked. When your pussy was presented like a gift just waiting for him alone.

Without giving you a chance to get used to him and his size, he begins to thrust into you. His hands found their way to your hips, where he held you to meet his every thrust and counteract the trembling of your legs. Hard and relentless, he moves inside you as he loses himself in the incredible feeling of your pussy. With a soft groan, he pushes you forward a get a view of your pussy swallowing his cock. He was convinced that this was the perfect fit, that he was destined to sink deep inside you. Your soppy cunt throbbed around him as he again slammed into you. The force made you lurch forward. Your fingers claw firmly into the sheet and you are hell-bent on taking this pounding, no intention of backing down.

"Tell me how it feels Tetsu. Have you ever had a pussy this good? Do you love the way she sucks you in?" Meanwhile, his hand has found its way to his own pants and even as he waits for an answer, he has freed himself from his clothes.

"Fuck, you weren't exaggerating. Will never get enough of this pussy." Kuroo gasps out the answer, punctuated by soft moans deep in his throat. He can feel his cock carving its way into you. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are. Enjoying the pulsing, wet and soft velvet that gives in every time he buries himself into you. Listening to the soft moans that escape you, alternating with the high-pitched whines whenever he hits a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed and makes you clench down hard around him. Your boyfriend seems to have reached a point where he just can't stand to watch anymore. His eyes fixated on his best friend's cock disappearing into your pussy, your ass shaking with every thrust. It was enough to make his mouth water. You are simply too gorgeous as you willingly give yourself to his best friend.

He grips your chin with one hand and brings your mouth to the same level as his cock. Its soft tip is almost dark red and a few drops of precome have collected there. You are all too willing to let your tongue glide over it, licking it up and enjoying the slight saltiness. You spread kisses over his tip before opening your mouth and letting it slide slowly into your mouth. At least that's what you try to do. But Kuroo is still busy thrusting mercilessly into you, his every move pushing you across the bed and further and further towards your boyfriend, and soon you feel him deep in your throat as your nose bumps against his pubic bone.

"Fuck, you feel incredible every time." Your boyfriend's fingers grab your hair, keeping it in place at the back of your head, giving him a perfect view of his cock disappearing into your mouth and saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. Your left hand finds its way onto Bokuto‘s thigh and your fingernails dig into his skin in an attempt to find some stability. With little choice, you allow yourself to be pushed back and forth between the two of them like a fucktoy. Each of Kuroo‘s thrusts pushes Bokuto deeper into your throat. You are so incredibly full, moaning as you clench around Kuroo and choke on Bokuto. The only sounds that fill the air are your moans and squelching noises.

 Between Kuroo‘s tip kissing your cervix and Bokuto‘s cock buried deep in your throat, it's hard to build a coherent thought. But that's also unnecessary. The only important thing right now is the indescribable feeling of being trapped between these two men.

"Being so stuffed looks good on you baby," Bokuto mutters, a wide grin on his face and Kuroo can't help but quietly agree: "You look fantastic. Your pussy is fucking addictive." Their remarks makes you moan, sending vibrations through Bokuto and your pussy clenching around Kuroo.

Your fingernails dig deeper into Bokuto‘s thighs, leaving deep crescent-shaped marks that he will probably carry with him for a while. But it helps you to stabilize yourself as your legs begin to tremble more and more, feeling like they're going to give way at any moment. And Bokuto loved feeling you like this. The sharp pain of your fingernails, but also the way every moan and groan of yours went through him, the way your throat felt. Perfectly molded to his cock. The way your lips stretched to wrap around his length and the saliva running down the corner of your mouth was more attractive to him than it probably should be, driving him closer to his release.

And you don't seem to need much more either. The way they push you back and forth between them and use you was almost enough to drive you over the edge. As you look at Bokuto through tear-filled eyes, Kuroo‘s hand slides between your legs. His fingers rub briefly over your sopping wet clit before he pinches it, catapulting you into your orgasm.

Cries of pleasure, muffled by the cock in your mouth, escape you and the tears roll down your cheeks. Bokuto can't suppress the smile that creeps onto his face as he watches you come on Kuroo‘s cock. Enjoying the view while he still meets your mouth with every of Kuroo’s thrusts and savors the feeling of your throat. Then he carefully pulls back and slides away from you to give you a chance to take a deep breath.

Without him in front of you to stabilize you, you fall forward and face first into the damp bedsheets. The only thing holding you up right now is the iron grip Kuroo has on your hips. Your pussy keeps clamping around his cock, trying to milk him, making him grind his teeth. He moves his hips in a slower, steady rhythm, fucking you through your orgasm. He takes advantage of the brief calm to move his hands to your ass and pull your cheeks apart, seeing the clear evidence of your orgasm and how it drips down your thigh. Only when your moans subside to soft whimpers and the vice-like clenching of your cunt comes to an end does he resume the hard rhythm, rutting inside you like there was no tomorrow. Pulling his cock out to the tip, then drilling right back into you with every thrust. His cock bulging against your stomach each time he buries himself to the hilt.

With trembling fingers you reach for his hand and guide it there, wanting him to feel how deep he is inside you.

"Holy shit" he lets out in a gasp as he feels his own cock below your belly button. His hand doesn't stay there for long. Instead, he moves it downwards to trace circles against your clit. It doesn't take long and he drives your exhausted body into another orgasm, making you clench down again and this time so hard, that you’re milking him dry. You feel him spill load after loadr inside of you. As soon as you both come down from your high he's pulling out watching your mixed juices dripping out of you. And while you try to catch your breath, he pushes his cum back into you with his thumb.

Meanwhile, Bokuto comes closer again. And just a quick glance at his face tells you that he's far from finished with you.

Just the tip

One Shots about our favorite Adult trio and Y/N in different "Just the tip" scenarios.

Illumi Zoldyck

Her fingers dug into the soft black T-shirt as she gently pushed her hips over his lap. She tried to look into his dark eyes while he tried to avoid her gaze. He knew he couldn't say no when he looked into her beautiful, large eyes. "Please Illumi, just the tip, please..." Damn, now he had looked up. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and the first tears were already welling up in her eyes. She was absolutely enchanting in his eyes. And it was difficult for him to deny her a wish. But they had already talked about it and had come to the conclusion that it just wasn't quite right yet. She wanted to pursue her job as a Hunter for a few more years and, above all, consolidate her relatively new relationship with him before she started planning a family. And it was universally known that "just the tip" never remained "just the tip". And her opinion on the whole child topic as well as the fact that they had run out of condoms and were not using any other form of contraception, was making his life really difficult right now.

But what was he supposed to do when she was sitting in his lap and literally begged him to give her "just the tip"? She was just so damn horny and he found it so hard to stand firm. And maybe he just rolled his eyes and grumbled something quietly to himself that sounded a lot like "needy brat". But deep down he just wanted to throw all resistance overboard, because for him there was no better idea than to finally pump her full until her belly was round and her breasts were heavy and full of milk. He just wanted to give free rein to his breeding kink, which never was allowed to see the light of day until now. His otherwise emotionless dark eyes now seemed almost to blaze as they fell on her full lips, which were slightly parted and from which soft gasps escaped while she was still grinding against him. Faster than she had thought possible, he had rolled her over until her back was pressed against the soft sheets and he was on top of her. He slipped his hand under the old T-shirt she used to sleep in and found two things. Firstly, no underwear and secondly: "You're so wet, love." It was impossible for her not to moan softly as his fingers slid between her pussy lips and teased her lightly. "Want my cock that bad?" She nodded frantically and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him sliding his jogging bottoms halfway down his thighs, freeing his cock. She couldn't stop her mouth from watering when she finally got to see it. Long and grithy with a slight curve to reach each of her spots perfectly. Drops of pre had formed at his tip, which was already slightly reddened. He pushed her thighs apart to create more space between her legs for himself and also pushed up the t-shirt to finally get a glimpse of what would eventually be his personal downfall. His long, slender fingers travelled back up her thigh to her centre to make sure she was ready for him. But she needed no further preparation. She was so wet that he could see her juices wetting not only the inside of her thighs, but also the bed sheets beneath her. His fingertips brought whimpers to her lips, begging again for more. And he gave her exactly what she wanted from him. The tip of his cock, swollen and reddened and leaking, rubbed against her entrance while he played with her clit. He threw his head back and couldn't suppress the deep humming in his chest. Meanwhile, she moaned loudly and tried to push herself away from the bed and get closer to him to finally have him where she longed for him. His hand gripped her hip and held her in place so that she couldn't move any further. "Stay still," he mumbled softly. But he only achieved the opposite. She braced herself against his hand and tried to push him away so that he would finally come closer.

"So impatient, love." His gaze was fixed on her expression. The way her lower lip was pushed forward because he hadn't yet given her what she wanted. The single tear that ran down her cheek. He didn't even realise that she had wrapped her long legs around his hips and crossed them at her ankles. His cock slid deeper into her and the soft exclamation of his name was like music to his ears. He thrusts into her gently and listened to the soft sounds that escaped her. She was so needy today that the knowledge that only he could provide her with this kind of satisfaction made him feel warm inside. "What me to fuck you that bad love?" he asked. A nod and a few gasping breaths were all she could say in reply. And who was he to deny her that wish. A cry escaped her as he sank completely inside her with one hard thrust. He was so incredibly deep that she felt him push against her cervix. He found a hard and fast rhythm with which he buried himself in her again and again. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her hands eached around until they found his shoulders and grabbed onto them to find some sort of support and brace herself for his pace. He felt her literally suck him in, her warm walls gripping him and making it difficult for him to pull back.

It was unrestrained. Just reduced to lust and her urges. Messy. Without a condom. She could see it in his eyes, just as he could see it in hers. There was no coming back from this. For both of them, there was no better feeling than this. Without a barrier, skin on skin. He knew that he would never again be able to live without letting his bare cock slide in and out of her warm cunt raw. As quickly as they had brought up "just the tip", they had also thrown it out the window. Forgotten as soon as he fucked her on purpose. Buring his shaft inside of her right down to the hilt. All caution was lost in their lust and need to feel each other and listen to his name slide over her lips again and again like a mantra as her pussy pulsed around him and seemed to literally suck him in. He watched as her back lifted off the bed and her body shook as her orgasm swept over her. "Fuck, shit...!" Illumi closed his eyes as he felt her almost milking him and he tried to penetrate her as deeply as he could. He felt the distinct tugging in his stomach and heard the roaring in his ears that showed him that he was ready too.

The thought of pulling out kept coming back to him and he was determined to maintain at least some semblance of control. Because at least one of them had to remain rational and think about how they had come to an agreement. But no matter how good the arguments were to pull out, it couldn't beat the feeling of finally fucking her without protection. Her lewd noises grew louder and louder as the grip on her hips tightened and the rhythm of his hips became uneven, turning her first orgasm into a second. A hiss escaped him as he tried to fight the stuttering of his hips and pull out. But her pussy just felt too good and while inside him his breeding kink was still fighting against the good reasons of pulling out, she finally made the decision for him. The grip of her legs tightened, not letting him back off, keeping him exactly where her lust-fuelled brain wanted him: Between her legs and deep inside of her. A long drawn-out "fuck" escaped him and echoed through the room while he could no longer prevent his own orgasm from overtaking him and allowing his sperm to flood her pussy.

Hisoka Morow

She had agreed to accompany him to the event. Her job was just to look nice next to him, smile nicely and make small talk. And she totally regretted going along with it. There were a lot of older gentlemen at this event, who lost interest in her after a few lecherous glances and brief exchanges of phrases as soon as they realised she was here with the crazy magician. She couldn't blame them, really. She could feel the fear spreading through the men as soon as they realised. And it was justified, Hisoka was dangerous. Still, she was disappointed. Without anyone to talk to, she was bored to death. She wasn't close to the few people present who were her age and not that afraid of Hisoka. She had discovered members of the Phantom Troupe and Illumi too. But she didn't have a point of contact to engage them in conversation and they were more interested in talking to Hisoka and didn't give her more than a few quick glances. So she sat next to Hisoka and was bored.

She tried to occupy herself for a while by trying to recognise patterns in the tablecloth in front of her or by counting the tiles on the floor. But she didn't last long before her eyes wandered around the crowded room again, longing for something to do. Hisoka didn't pay any attention to her either. He was far too engrossed in the conversation with Chrollo and Illumi, who had the seats opposite them at the table. She knew that she had to do something if she didn't want to be stuck here. And she knew a method that would definitely help her to lure Hisoka away from this event and get him home. And to get her plan rolling, she first took a quick trip to the toilet, only to return to her seat next to Hisoka just a few minutes later.

She slid her hand under the table onto Hisoka's thigh. She felt the muscles under her fingers tense up for a moment, only to relax again shortly afterwards when he realised that she was merely drawing small, random shapes on his thigh. With her fingertips, she felt the muscle strands of his leg, which were still rock hard even though he was sitting completely relaxed next to her. Her fingers travelled upwards from his knee before pausing halfway up and then finding their way to the inside of his leg. She let her fingertips circle there too before placing her entire palm on his leg. With gentle pressure, she caressed his thigh before venturing further and further up. Her fingertips brushed against his crotch and after a short wait, she dared to slide her hand further until it covered him completely. She could see Hisoka watching her out of the corner of his eye, but without interrupting the conversation with the other two men. She gave him a slight smile that spread into a grin as he sank further into the chair, spreading his legs wider to give her more room. Her hand quickly found a comfortable position as she slid it over his crotch again and again, feeling him slowly harden beneath her. Only a short time later, her fingers slid a little further up until she found the button and zip of his trousers and undid both.

Her hand slipped under the fabric. Now only separated from him by his boxer shorts. As she continued to massage him, she could see him swallowing hard and his breathing was a little faster than usual. If you weren't paying close attention, you wouldn't notice, but she had a feeling for him. She heard the slight excitement in his tone as he spoke to the other two because his words came out a little more stretched. He was telling them about a fight he had coming up in the arena and she chose that moment to slip her fingers under the elasticated waistband of his boxers and finally feel his hot and hard cock for real. Her fingers slid over the soft head, catching the drop of pre that had formed and rubbing him in agonisingly slow strokes. She could feel it pulsating as she continued to massage him. She knew him well enough by now to know that it wouldn't be long before he came into his boxer shorts. And probably to avoid that, Hisoka's own hand slid under the table and grabbed her wrist to pull her away. She allowed it, but before he had a chance to straighten his clothes back under the table, she placed her hand over his and guided it to her own thigh. Just a moment later, she had navigated his hand even further until his fingers were under her dress. The cool satin fabric was a stark contrast to her naked and hot centre. She had taken off her panties in the bathroom so that he now met her pussy lips, wet with her own juices. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the slight moan that escaped her as his fingertips finally made their way to her entrance. She gripped his wrist tightly and thrust her hips forward as she pushed his hand towards her centre until two of his fingers finally entered her. She couldn't stop her soft walls from tensing and pulsing as she finally felt something of him inside her. She pushed her hips towards him in small circular movements, holding his hand until she had the feeling that he wasn't going to pull away. Only then did she push her own hand back into his boxer shorts and grasped his cock as tightly as her pussy was gripping his fingers.

Faster than she could react, Hisoka had stood up, pulled her to her feet and positioned her in front of him. At the same time, he turned to the two men, who looked at the couple in surprise: "You'll excuse us for a moment, we have to go and say hello to someone." Before the others had a chance to reply, Hisoka had already pushed her out of the hall in front of him and only stopped at a door down the corridor. He yanked the door open, pushed her inside and then closed the door again behind him. She didn't even have time to look at the room before he had turned her around and pinned her against the door. "Fuck Pet, be good and let me come," he murmured softly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot under her ear. She couldn't suppress the smile that spread across her face as she thrusts her hips towards him. "I didn't stop you, did I? You could have come then and there at the table." She could sense that he was getting really desperate, chasing towards his orgasm the way he was grinding against her thigh. "Not in my boxers, you know what I want" he was still panting against her ear. His breathing quickened by now. "How could I, you'll have to tell me Hisoka." Her hand slid between their two bodies, freeing him from the last piece of disturbing fabric before her fingers closed around him again. "I need your pussy, darling. Need to feel you around me, want to pump you full so the old peeping geezers here know you're mine." With slow movements, her thumb circled his slit, playing with the soft head before she pumped him again in slow movements. She savoured his throbbing, the slight desperation she could hear in his voice. "Why should I let you? You ignored me the whole evening and I was bored. You promised me a nice evening and you didn't deliver. So do you really think you deserve my pussy?" Soft moans reached her ears as he thrust his hips towards her to at least urge her to move faster. But she took her time. They both knew very well that he could actually take what he wanted, as he was much stronger than she was. But she had him wrapped around her little finger and made him do what she wanted. "Just the tip Y/N. Please, just the tip, that's all I want." He pressed light kisses on her neck and her collarbone. His warm breath stroked her skin as he gasped "Please" over and over again. She pushed him away from her to turn her back to him. Her fingers dug into the soft fabric of her dress as she pulled her skirt up so that it billowed around her hips. She spread her legs and leaned forward to finally give him a glimpse of her pussy. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she caught his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. "Okay, just the tip and then at home you'll fuck me properly." She had barely finished the sentence before he had bridged the distance between them and penetrated her with the thick head of his cock. "Anything you want darling," he gasped as the tightness of her pussy mesmerized him and he poured himself inside her.

She had won.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He knew he had to have her the first time he laid eyes on her.

That day, he had sneaked through the dark alley, looking for someone connected to his next coup. She had walked past him in her white dress with a pretty smile on her face. She was so radiantly beautiful, like a bright light in his darkness. And he couldn't get her out of his head. So he did what he did best. Gathered information and hunted her down to make her his. And so he met her again. He had found out that she was a guest at a charity event organized by one of York New's wealthiest persons.

He had arrived before her, sat down at the bar and watched her descend the stairs. Her hair was artfully tied up and the red dress she was wearing made her shine. He wasn't the only one who had noticed her arrival. Both men and women around him eyed the beautiful young woman and he could hear the murmuring and whispering that went through the crowd. When she made her way to the bar after a while and a few rounds of small talk, he saw his chance. He immediately engaged her in conversation, which was not difficult for him. He was charming and had been told many times before that he had a way with his words. And Y/N was glad that someone had finally approached her who wanted to have a conversation with her that went beyond mere small talk and the exchange of meaningless phrases. Someone who wasn't just interested in her money. Oh, if only she knew what he really wanted from her... She was lively and talkative. And the more champagne glasses he handed her, the more trusting she became. He could probably have asked her for all the login details to her bank accounts and she would have given them to him. Instead, he listened to her as she confided in him about her life and suffering. Among other things, she told him about the upcoming wedding next week. That it had been planned by her parents and that she had only seen her future husband twice so far. That she was very much looking forward to her married life because she wanted to fulfill her duties as a daughter and wife to be conscientiously. She was a good girl who always followed the rules and wanted to make her family happy. Chrollo sensed that the alcohol was slowly making its effect. So he seized the opportunity. "Let's find a quieter room, love, then we can talk better," he suggested as she sipped her champagne. Without thinking twice, she nodded: "Yes, it's really very noisy here." He could hardly believe his luck at how trusting she was. He offered her his arm she smiled and as soon as she hooked her arm around his, he led her out of the ballroom and into one of the small guest rooms at the other end of the corridor.

While he closed the door behind them and locked it inconspicuously, she made herself comfortable on the bed. The alcohol had made her cheeks rosy and her beautiful eyes had become slightly glassy. The radiant smile still adorned her face as she waited for him to finally take a seat next to her on the bed. Slowly, and with a deliberate steps, he closed the distance. The mattress gave way slightly beneath them as he sat down. He leaned his back into the soft pillows and made himself comfortable. The soft laughter that rang out next to him sounded like the most beautiful melody to him. "Tell me more, love," he asked her. And so she made herself comfortable next to him and talked about her upbringing, her childhood and her pets, and then again about the man she was going to marry next week. As she talked, Chrollo listened attentively and casually let his hand wander over her thigh. She only paused her story for a moment before blessing him with her radiant smile again. The way she spoke so passionately, using her hands to paint the picture for Chrollo and how relaxed she sat by his side, made his heart lose its rhythm and it skipped a beat for a moment before he could regain his composure. "I'd like a nice house, it doesn't have to be big but cozy with a little garden where I can grow some vegetables. And then maybe..." She couldn't finish the sentence. Because in a split second he had sat up and turned towards her, then he had already pressed his lips to hers.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she slid her hands between their bodies until she could rest them on his chest. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than her and didn't give in. But when he held her face with both hands and gently caressed the soft skin of her cheek, she no longer wanted to push him away. She found herself enjoying the gentle kiss. She thought he was a nice and attentive man. And she also found herself wishing that he was the man she would marry. She would like to live with him by her side. A happy life. Images of a shared house with a garden flitted before her inner eye. Maybe a dog, definitely three children. She hesitantly returned his kiss, opening her mouth willingly when the tip of his tongue tapped against her lower lip. She allowed his hands to wander down from her face, his lips following them until they paused at a point just below her earlobe. A shiver ran through her as he pulled the soft skin between his lips. She felt like she was getting goose bumps. She wanted to look, but her body no longer seemed to obey her. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him more space to caress her neck.

She allowed his hand to close around her breast and when he began to knead it lightly, she leaned towards him eagerly. It felt so good. No one had ever touched her like this before and she liked the slight tingling sensation that ran through her body. She liked it so much that she could become addicted and above all didn't want him to stop. So she leaned towards him, pressing herself against him until he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the soft fabric billowed around her hips. He pushed her into the pillows and climbed over her until his hips found their place between her legs. His mouth never left her body, but he moved lower. So deep that he could suck her nipple between his lips. She knew she was supposed to stop him. Knew she shouldn't be doing this. She wanted to save herself up for the husband she would have next week. But it just felt too good. And when he bit down lightly, she could no longer suppress the moan of his name. He smiled at her as he let go of her breast and shortly afterwards went for the other nipple. Heat gathered in her belly and when he took one hand to gently knead the free breast, her lower body twitched. Her abdomen collided with him and she felt a hardness between his legs that hit that one spot perfectly, sending lightning bolts through her body. She moaned his name again and clung to him. She didn't know if she was trying to push him away or if she was pulling him even closer. All she knew was that she didn't know how this all worked, but it felt too good to stop him. Besides, she wasn't even married yet, she tried to justify the behavior to herself.

She felt his hips pick up her pace, rutting against her. His lips let go of her breast, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. He straightened up on his knees and looked at the young woman beneath him. Her hair had begun to come loose and her hands had moved to her breasts to cover them. She was even more beautiful in his eyes. He knew that the sight was etched in his mind forever. His fingers closed around the hem of her dress, pulling at it, and she helped him take it off by lifting her hips. She was now lying there in just her panties, while he was still fully clothed. He seemed to be able to tell from her face that this bothered her a little and added to her insecurity. So he slowly undid button after button of his shirt until he let it slide off his shoulders and onto the floor. Then his fingers slid down his muscular torso until he came to a stop at his belt. She watched as he undid it and then slipped out of his pants. He stood in front of her in just his boxer shorts, his bulge prominent. He was long and thick, she could tell from the outline. He seemed like calmness personified as he stood there smiling at her.

She knew what that meant. That he wanted to have sex with her. And as much as she liked that tingle inside her, she knew it was something that couldn't happen. She couldn't let herself be tainted like that. She wanted to go into marriage as a virgin, the way girls like her should. Untainted and pure. He could see worry darkening her eyes. Her doubts were clearly written on her face. She sat up, scrutinizing the wicked grin on his face. "Chrollo, you know we can't do this. We can't go all the way." Her voice small as she looked at him through her lashes. She now had her arms crossed in front of her chest and looked so incredibly vulnerable. The innocence she radiated made his cock throb with excitement. "Don't worry, love. That's not what I want" he murmured softly as he climbed back into bed and over her. "There's another option." Her eyebrows drew together, irritation spreading across her face. "Huh?" He knew she didn't know any better. That she would believe what he would tell her next. "Yeah, if I just put the tip in, then it doesn't count," he whispered softly in her ear as he lavished kisses on her neck. Sucking the sensitive skin between his lips again. "It doesn't count?" she asked, still confused. She'd never heard of it before, but she hadn't heard much on the subject in general and had no idea what the options and possibilities were. "Exactly," he confirmed, reaching for the elastic of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She was now completely exposed in front of him. And as he looked at her, she came to the conclusion that he was probably right. He knew his way around better than she did. And he was a nice man, she had no reason not to believe him. "But it'll only be the tip, right?" She wanted him to confirm it again. That he recognized how important it was for her to maintain this status of untouchedness. He looked her firmly in the eyes and smiled at her: "I promise you, my love." After she nodded once more, she watched him take off his boxers. His hard cock slapped against his stomach. Undressed like this, he seemed even bigger. But he was pretty, she hadn't expected that. The head was slightly pink and she could see a drop of liquid glistening at its tip in the light of the room. His fingers slid up her thighs until he touched her pussy lips and felt the wetness that had formed between her legs. Then he moved even higher, massaging her clit and eliciting a moan from her. It felt so incredibly good.

He slid closer to her and then gripped the base of his cock. He navigated it between her legs and lips. He let it slide up and down a few times until it was thoroughly covered with her wetness. She couldn't suppress the string of moans that escaped her. She couldn't understand how it could feel so good when he wasn't even inside her yet and had really started. In the next moment, his tip penetrated her, was practically sucked in by her. A deep moan escaped him as he held the position, just the tip. If just one of them moved a little, he would slide out again. She had thrown her head back and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted as soft sighs escaped her. "Just the tip Chrollo" she managed to gasp. He began to slide the tip in and out and it felt incredible. But he knew he couldn't leave it at that. She felt too good. He had to know what it was like when she completely enveloped him. He buried his head against her neck, kissing and licking the soft skin there. He knew he had to be clever about it. He had to make sure that she was completely overwhelmed by her lust. So his hand reached between them and he began to massage her clit. Meanwhile, he kept pushing in and out and with each thrust, he went a little deeper. It was barely noticeable, so slow that she only felt it when he was halfway inside her and the burning sensation she felt intensified with every second. "You promised it would be just the tip," she gasped as he continued to stimulate her clit. She knew that she should do something now, push him off her. But she just had to admit to herself that it felt too good to do anything now. The feeling was overwhelming, but he was so unbelievably big that it brought tears to her eyes with every further thrust. His head was still buried against her neck, soft moans and sighs stroking her skin. He had never felt anything that felt so good. She wasn't his first, not by a long shot. But none of the women before had stirred up lust in him this much. She was so warm and so, so tight. "I can't stop, it feels too good love. But I'll make it up to you, okay?" He breathed feather-light kisses on her swollen lips. With another thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, driving all the air from her lungs. "I'll put a ring on your finger," he promised too dazed by the veil of lust. "Okay," she gasped. She had only half realized what he had said and she didn't even care anymore. A knot was forming in her abdomen and it was the best thing she had ever felt. And while he never stopped playing with her clit, she began to push herself against his every thrust, meeting him halfway. This allowed him to thrust even deeper into her. His tip bumped against her cervix each time. His previously styled hair now fell loose in his face as he threw his head back. His pace increased and she couldn't stop her eyes from falling shut as the knot tightened. His name rolled off her lips in a continuous loop of moans and the next moment the knot burst. His hips didn't pause as her orgasm rolled over her and only one thought occupied her mind at that moment: it was worth it. This feeling that had taken over her whole body was worth no longer being considered untouched and not starting her marriage as a virgin. She didn't care that someone might find out and what the consequences might be.

His pace seemed to increase even more, even though she hadn't thought that was possible. Then his hips stuttered and she felt a warmth spread through her. He came inside of her. But even that no longer interested her when she caught a glimpse of his peaceful and almost blissful face. He stayed like that above her for a moment, peppering her face with kisses. Then he rolled off her and slid into the sheets beside her. His gaze wandered over her form. She smiled at him, her cheeks still flushed. There were many small marks on her neck and chest that he had left behind. His gaze slid further, between her legs. Her pussy reddened and his cum flowed out of her. Another image of her that he would never forget. He hadn't intended to come inside her, but he hadn't been able to resist in that moment.

The apple of Eden

Satoru tried fighting it, but she was like the apple in the garden of eden, pure temptation.

When he first laid eyes on her, he realized what kind of effect she had on him. And he wasn’t the only one. Though it wasn’t a surprise.

She always put others before herself, she always cared for the others when they were not feeling well. She couldn’t handle it, if someone she loved and cared for needed something or didn’t feel good. But she never let someone take advantage of herself. And that was something he admired and pulled him in. Her warmth, her pure heart never made her seem weak. On the contrary. She always had the ability to stand up for herself and her opinions and gave her all. She was an incredible jujutsu sorcerer. He could witness her abilities in every mission they accomplished in all the time they worked together. But it wasn’t only for her abilities. He didn’t know how, but she always safed them in risky situations. And every time she was the leader for the missions, they didn’t have to explain to Yaga how these damages in the city were caused, because there never were damages.

But Satoru wasn’t the only one, who was fascinated by her. She had every jujutsu sorcerer she met wraped around her little finger. From Yaga, to all the empoyees, the teachers and every other student. Especially because of how rare jujutsu sorcerers where, her helping hand was always welcomed and she always wanted to assist everybody. She didn’t care what it was she could help with. Wasn’t bothered with getting herself a little bit dirty and helped with household chores or run even the smallest errands. And whenever there was the posibility for her to accompany the higher ups, she would go with them.

The other students went to her, whenever they needed help. Even if they just needed someone to talk to. She always listend and was ready to help them or give them advise. She helped with homework, extra training or even with just a hug, depending on what the person needed.

And what made Satoru be so obsessed with her: She never expected something in return.

When he met her, in their first year at jujutsu high, he couldn’t understasnd, how such selflessness even could be possible. The world he came from, didn’t knew the concept of selfless acts. In the world of the eldest jujutsu families, you never got something without paying. Most of the time paying more, than the help you recive was even worth. Than she became a part of his life. And he couldn’t figure her out. Her way of living was odd for him, bothered him to no extend but it also fascinated him. So he was always found around her.

But it didn’t take long and he had to realise, that he wasn’t the only one fascinated by her and always around her. And he had better luck with her: Suguru Geto. And even tough Satoru was happy for his best friends and wanted them to be happy with eachother, he also couldn’t keep away.

Satoru knew, that the things he did were inappropiate and he shouldn’t do them, but he was the Satoru Gojo. And for Satoru Gojo there are no restrictions, he could do whatever he wanted. He grew up being able to do whatever he liked. He was above everyone else because of his abilities and powers. He never learned, that there were things he simply shouldn’t do, so he never bothered stopping. The only thing nagging him, was the little voice in his head. His morals. The only problem: they always were kind of twisted. But it was enough to tell him, that there were lines he simply shouldn’t cross. That he was playing a dangerous game.

But it simply wasn’t possible for him to stop it.

He knew, that the things he allowed himself to do with you in your first both school years together were really on the limit.

The nearly longing glaces he was throwing her way, whenever she was around him. He always kept his eyes on her. His six eyes embeding her every movement into his memory and being. How she flicked her hair, how her eyes glistend whenever one of the other students thanked her for her help and she felt useful. Or how she let Suguru pull her in his lap and how she let herself rest against his chest and slung her arms around his neck.

How Satorus fingers lingered a little to long when she passed him something. Or how he kept her in his arms as long as possible whenever she hugged him. His nose always pressing into her soft hair and inhaling her intoxicating smell of vanilla and strawberries. His arms curled around her tightly which made her giggle and he knew her typical words by heart now: „You don’t have to hold me that tight. I won’t run away from you Satoru.“ Over the years his hands found their way with every hug a little bit lower on her body. So now they were somewhere on her lower back, nearly on her bottom.

He remembers the countless missions they did just the two of them. And how he always took her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers when they were on their way back after the successful mission. Something she always accepted, a blinding smile on her face. Never noticing the irritated looks from the School employees or other jujutsu sorcerers. And he never had a problem with simply ignoring them. Instead he brushed his thumb over the soft skin of her hand and smirked down at her in the way that was typical for Satoru.

He remebers the nightly talks, when he sneaked into her room and pulled her out of her bed and onto one of the benches on the extensive grounds oft he school. It didn’t matter how tired she was or how deep she already slept, she always caved. Let herself get dragged outside and tolerated his selfish ways. He stopped counting how often they sat together outside, just talking and eating some type of latenight snack. She allowed every topic, always listened whenever he talked about his toughts and even sorrows and she never blamed him for his opinions and thoughts and she never laughed at him. Regardless of how crazy his thoughts were, how cruel his perceptions or arrogant his statments were. Instead she listend intently and sometimes told him how she thought about those things. What amazed Satoru was that she never shied away from telling him exactly what her opinion was and while it first bothered him, he leared to love this about her. His favorite memory from those nights together was the way she found her way into his arms. Her head on hi schest while she listend to his stories and her long legs draped over his lap. His fingers gliding softly over her exposed skin. Even in the coldest of winters she slept just in some shorts and he never gave her the time to change her clothes before he dragged her outside. That gave him also the opportunity to pull her in his lap and wrapping his arms around her whenever she was could. And he could never forget the soft sighs escaping her lips when his warmth overtook her. Her body snuggling closer to him. Her arms wrapping around his neck and her tiny, little fingers finding their way under the collar of his t-shirt for more warmth. And whenever her fingers dared to touch him, he let his hands explore. Rubbing over her bare arms to warm her a little bit, before his fingers moved on. Depending on his mood, he let them glide under her top or downwards to her thighs. There he let them rest for a bit, before he inched them forward. To the hem of her shorts, as if testing the water even though he knew, that she would let him touch her like that. Than carefully moving his fingers beneath the fabric and stroking her soft skin while listening to her quickening breathing. As much as he wanted to move his fingers a little bit more forward, his dubious morals kept him in check and never let him crossing this last line. So he just enjoyed what he was allowed to do, the lines he already crossed.

He remembers the nights they spent in his room, drinking and bingewatching movies. The more they drank, the braver he got, not bothering that Suguru was also with them. He knew that Suguru thought that the relationship between his girlfriend and his bestfriend was a little strange, asking himself if they weren’t to familiar with one another and if he should do something about it. But that didn’t stop Satoru. At least not if Suguru didn’t say something. So he just kept pulling her between his legs on the bed on movie nights. Her back resting against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her and offering her the alcohol bottle over and over again. He always waited. Waited till the movie reached his peak. Than he spread one of his blankets over both of them and his hands couldn’t be stopped. He remembered one of these movie nights vividly. It wasn’t long ago. He rested his chin on her shoulder starting to whisper little comments into her ear. From the corner of his eye he could see her grinning a little, never turning her eye from the tv. And in that moment he felt the need to get her to look at him and get her full attention. So his game began.

He turned his head a little, until the tip of his nose touched her hair. Inhealing her smell and allowing it to cloud his senses a bit. Slowly his nose wandered to the shell of her ear and down to her jaw. There he stopped, waiting for a reaction from her, but her eyes were still fixated on the tv. So he exchanged the soft touch of his nosetip with his lips. Peppering small kisses on her warm and soft skin. He heared a little gasp escaping her lips and he couldn’t stop the grin spreading on his dace. His lips moved further down to her neck exploring her warm skin and trying to find this one point which would force a bigger reaction out of her. He felt the faint beating of her heart under his lips, the fluttering resembling the wings of a hummingbird. And he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the soft skin between his lips and sucking lightly on it. He knew that he soon needed to let go, otherwise he would leave marks. But the soft sigh that left her lips and bordered on a moan just made him suck a little harder. He was happy that the tv was loud enough, so that Shoko and Suguru couldn’t hear these delicious sounds that escaped her. In that moment he knew, that he could never forget her. She would haunt him in his dreams and in every calm minute he would have in his life. While he still hold the bottle of alcohol in one hand, the other one found her way under the blanket. She wore one of Sugurus shirts and it didn’t take his fingers long to find their way under the shirt. His fingertips glided over the warm skin of her stomach and he enjoyed the feeling of her skin. In small circling movements he dared to explore every inch of her perfect skin. For a moment he let go of her neck, wanting to take in every of her reactions while he investigated her.

Painfully slow he went further. Gliding upwards over her stomach until his fingertips met a different fabric. He recongnized it as lace that was streched over her skin. He paused of a moment, inspecting her beautiful face. A blush tinting her face and her lips parted a little bit. Altough she still was looking at the tv he could see in the flickering light oft he movie how her eyes were glazed over. Realized that she wasn’t as unbothered by his touched as it first seemed and it probably didn’t need much more for her to avert her gaze from the tv and giving him all her attention. And he was so curious what would happen.

Carefully he nugged her bra a little, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. The lack of it was invitation enough for him to move on. So his fingers stroked the valley between her breasts and from there his fingers began wandering. Upwards to the collar of her shirt, down again and to the her sides, always stopping bevor touching to much of her. But it wasn’t enough to get her attention. So he dared to go further. His fingers cheekily found their way beneath the lace and just a moment later he took her nipple between his thumb and pointer and squeezed it softly. The sound that escape her lips burned itself into his memory. Sounded like it was straight out of one of the little videos he watched, whenever he couldn’t get her out of his mind late at night. And for a moment he worried, that the other two could have heard it. But with a quick glance towards their friends he saw them both already sleeping. So he moved his attention back onto the woman in his arms. His lips found their way back to her neck while his hand pushed itself a little more into her bra, so he could now completly cup her breast. Another soft moan leaving her lips and he couldn’t stop his blood rushing in southern regions. She moved her head, looking at him with big, glistening eyes. Her breath quickening and he could feel it brush his face. He held her intense gaze, trying to decipher what was going on in her head. „Satoru“ she breathed softly, wanting to add something but he interrupted her. A soft smile on his face: „I know…“ He knew what she wanted to tell him. That they were going to far and that he did things which she simply couldn’t allow him. Still, he dared to overcome the last distance between them and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Than he leaned back and pulled his hands back so they only rested on her stomach. For a moment she just observed him, than she took a deep breath and leaned back against his chest and watched the movie.

What he allowed himself to do in that night was something he couldn’t go back from and so wrong, that he knew that there was a place in hell reserved for him.

They finished a very importent and difficult mission, so they just wanted to have a night full of fun. So they met in Sugurus room to pregame, than they drove into the city. First checking some of the bars, taking some shots, before arriving at their final destination: Alhambra, a new club everyone was talking about. Normally it was quiet impossible to get in, but Satoru found a way to get their names onto the guestlist. Not wanting to stick out from the other guest they decided to dress themselves a little bit up. The boys picking slacks and button ups, Suguru a black one and Satoru a white one. The girls decided to wear the shortest dresses they owned. High on their success on the mission an the alcohol they entered the club und Y/N felt the beat of the music vibrating through her body. She loved the feeling and couldn’t stop herself from getting sucked into the mass of people on the dancefloor. Satoru watched her fascinated how she danced tot he music, turning around laughing and looking at her friends expectantly. While she let herself get sucked in the crowd she reached her hands out, inviting her friends to dance with her eventhough she already knew the answer. Shoko and Suguru hated dancing, they always found their way tot he bar and enjoying the loud music and the atmosphere while drinking overpriced drinks to keep their level of drunkness. But Y/N was different. She needed to let the music take control of her und loved moving between the others and to the beat oft he music. Satoru appreciated both. Sometimes he sat with Shoko and Suguru and kept a close eye on her, but this time he smiled at her and took her hand. Her grin got even bigger and she pulled him closer to her, while waving to her other two friends. They moved to the middle of the dancefloor and only than she let go of his hand, both getting lost tot he music and just enjoying the alcohol induced feeling.

She didn’t know how long they were dancing before starting to look for Satoru. She needed something to drink. It didn’t take her long to find him. He danced with a woman, but his eyes were fixated on her, never leaving her moving form. She smiled at him and pointed to her neck, hoping that he would unterstand what she wanted to tell him. Just a second later he let go oft he woman and made his way through the dancing people. His cheeks had blushed and her eyes followed the drops of sweat rolling down his neck and disappearing beneath his button up. When he first got clothed he let the first to buttons open, but now he had opend another one, his porcelaine skin glistening in the lights of the club. He leaned down, so it would be easier to speak with her and she didn’t hesitate to close the last distance between them by standing on her tiptoes. His arm wrapping readily around her waist, to keep her steady. His warm breath ghosting over the shell of her ear while he tried to overtune the music: „Let’s find the others. I still have a surprise for you guys left.“ She nodded her head smiling and took the hand he rested on her hip to pull him with her through the club. They found Shoko and Suguru rather quick. They were siting at the bar, talking to each other while Suguru glanced darkly at every guy that tried to come near them. Shoko never liked getting talked to by drunken men and with Suguru being the good friend he is, he kept close to her fending of every men who just dared looking at her. It was also him, noticing their two friends coming over. He shot a smile across the room to his girlfriend and opened his arms for her to snuggle against him.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked her and at the same moment held out his glass for her to sip his drink. She readily accepted the glass and as soon as she had the straw between her lips, she turned to Satoru with an invitation. He grinned at her for a moment before putting his arm around Shoko and presenting his surprise to his three friends. "Before we order another round: Come along, I've booked us a lounge." He could see how bewilderment crept across his friends' faces before giving way to endless excitement. Before he knew it, Y/N had broken away from her boyfriend and had fallen around the white-silver-haired man's neck. He was only too happy to accept the enthusiastic embrace and wrapped his arms around her petite waist. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shoko empty the last of her cocktail in one go and then slam the empty glass down on the bar counter. "All right, what are we waiting for?" she called over the din of the club and hopped off the stool she had just been sitting on. So he grabbed Y/N's hand, which was still clasped around his neck, and dragged her behind him and back into the hubbub of dancing people. Y/N in turn had grabbed Shoko's arm so as not to lose her in the crowd and with a glance over her shoulder she realised that she had grabbed Suguru's hand.

They crossed the sea of people in a chain of four, Satoru's ability giving them a considerable advantage as they only had to follow the path he ploughed into the crowd. He led them to the opposite side of the club and to a staircase she hadn't seen before. A man standing next to the stairs eyed Satoru for a moment, then pulled aside the barrier and let her up.

At the top, she was greeted by a young woman. With a broad smile on her face, she greeted the four friends. "Ah Mr Gojo, nice to welcome you here with us. If you will follow me, I will show you to your lounge."

The man addressed gave her a slight smile before nodding briefly and waving his hand to show her the way. They walked along the dark corridor, which was lined with a few doors, before pausing in front of the last one and the lady opened the door for them.

"Your waitress will be with you shortly," and with that she said goodbye to the group of friends and left them alone. The lounge was a large room with a few sofas and armchairs, all gathered around several low tables, which must have provided enough space for 20 people to enjoy an evening at the Alhambra.

There was a small bar where the waitress would probably prepare the drinks for the revellers. And on the opposite side of the door, there was a large glass front and as soon as Y/N approached it, she realised that she had the perfect view of the dance floor from here. The music that blasted throughout the club could also be heard in the lounge, but it was muffled enough to make conversation easy.

She had so many questions for Satoru, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was: "That's just incredible Satoru!" The man addressed grinned broadly and plopped down on one of the sofas. "Wait until our waitress comes and makes us whatever we fancy to drink."

Pure enthusiasm was evident on the faces of his three friends and he couldn't help but lean back into the cushions of the sofa with self-satisfaction. He watched as the two girls inspected the lounge even more and at the same time felt the sofa next to him sink a little. His best friend had taken a seat next to him and he could see a rare, satisfied smile appear on his face. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the door opening. A woman about their age, dressed in dark cloth trousers and a light-coloured blouse, entered the lounge. She introduced herself as Kiyoko and then took her place behind the bar.

The four friends spent the next two hours chatting and downing all the drinks Kiyoko mixed for them. Y/N felt the alcohol. Felt how heavy and slightly numb her tongue felt and that her brain was taking longer to process what she was seeing than her eyes. She knew she should slow down, but it was the first time she'd been out like this with her friends in a long time. Sitting on Suguru's lap and giggling at some joke he had made, she couldn't help but enjoy the moment, even though she was sure she would at least regret the amounts of alcohol when she accepted the next cocktail from Kiyoko.

She clinked glasses enthusiastically with her friends, not bothered that some of the drink spilled over and ran down her fingers. She simply transferred the glass to her other hand and began to lick the drops from her fingers.

What she didn't notice was Satoru's hungry gaze, which followed every movement of her small, soft pink tongue. She drained her cocktail in just a few minutes and then turned to her boyfriend with wide eyes: "I want to go dancing! Come and dance a little with me Su!" Her boyfriend sighed heavily. He had always found it difficult to refuse his girlfriend and in his clearly drunken state, it was even more difficult, but he also knew that he had reached his limits. "Sorry baby, but I'm totally out of it. I think it's more time to head back to uni." He saw her bottom tilt forward slightly and silently wondered how it was that the flyweight that was his girlfriend was still awake at all. He sighed heavily. He was on the verge of giving in after all, even though he was already so exhausted. But luckily for him, his best friend stepped in. "I'll go dancing with you Y/N, our poor Suguru needs to recover a little after the exhausting mission."

Satoru could see how the slight sulking gave way to a beaming smile and also how his best friend gave him a grateful smile. In the next moment, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Then you two go dancing, I'll grab Shoko and go home with her. The poor thing is already totally exhausted." With a quick glance over at her, they realised that she had curled up at the other end of the sofa and was at least dozing off. She was still holding the cocktail she had started in one hand. Y/N couldn't suppress a soft giggle before she stood up slightly from Suguru's lap and leant over Satoru's shoulder to the sleeping girl, stroking her hair. Then she turned back to her boyfriend. "Take good care of her Su," she murmured and pressed several kisses to his lips, which he was only too happy to return.

They said goodbye to each other and Y/N watched through the large glass front as Suguru made his way to the side door with Shoko in his arms. She heard Satoru talking to the waitress for a moment, but couldn't quite keep her senses in check enough to realise what exactly he was saying to her. Only a little later, he appeared next to her, several shots in his hands. He had that grin on his face that was so incredibly typical of him and she couldn't help but return it, beaming.

"All right, Y/N! Let's destroy these quickly and then we'll storm the dance floor." She laughed softly and took the first glass from his hands. She let it bump lightly against his before putting it to her lips, tilting her head back and willing the alcohol to slide down her throat. She did this two more times before they quickly put the empty glasses down. Satoru grabbed her hand, intertwined his fingers with hers and then pulled her out of the lounge behind him and down onto the dance floor.

They let themselves be engulfed by the crowd. Always close together.

Y/N felt the bass running through her whole body, making her bones vibrate and she loved it. She didn't think about it, just let herself be guided by the music that filled her. She could feel it tingling all the way to her fingertips and savoured it. It wasn't long before she felt fingers on her waist and the familiar energy showed her exactly who was behind her, matching his movements to hers. She allowed him to pull her closer and wrap his arm completely around her. She let her hand glide over his arm, gently stroking his soft skin that he had exposed through the rolled up sleeves. She reached his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. Her other arm, however, she reached up to wrap her hand around his neck and curl her fingers into his soft hair.

Satoru couldn't suppress his grin. He looked almost triumphant as he scrutinised the other men over the rim of his sunglasses, watching almost hungrily as their hips swayed in time to the music. But he was the one who felt their movements. He could feel their hips gyrating and couldn't suppress the euphoric feeling that made his blood pump. He matched her movements, watching her as she was only too happy to press herself against him and dance with him. His long, slender fingers began to dance their own dance. Finding their way from her arm around his neck further and further down. He let them slide over her shoulder, up to her collarbone and watched as she slowly closed her eyes and laid her head on his neck, letting it fall against his shoulder.

He knew he was pushing his luck again. But he remembered too well a conversation he'd had with Suguru a few months ago. They had had a drink together before Suguru took two joints from a small box under his bed and handed one of them to Satoru. He didn't need to be asked twice. They both leaned back and relaxed on the sofa cushion and as they took a drag and the smoke escaped them in curls, he was only too happy to listen to Suguru talk about his lovely girlfriend. He had confided in him that it was always fun with her. But whenever she had a little too much to drink, she was ready for anything. No matter what Suguru had then suggested to his girlfriend, she was always ready for it. Willing enough to fulfil his every wish and knew no inhibitions. And as much as Satoru had tried not to think about it too much, he simply hadn't been able to stop his thoughts from wandering to her during the long, lonely nights in his bedroom. To his best friend's girlfriend, her incredible body and the knowledge that she was rampant. And ever since then, he had been waiting for an opportunity to be a part of it.

His fingers ventured further. He ran them lightly over the curve of her breast before briefly circling her nipple, which was visible through the thin fabric of her dress. She unconsciously arched her back and a sigh was the only sound that escaped her. He felt her stiffen briefly. Reassuringly, he squeezed her waist lightly, simultaneously trying to show her that it was okay, but also to urge her to do more. "It's okay baby," he murmured into her ear and as his hand travelled a little further down and now circled her belly button, he felt her relax again. His lips made their way down her neck. He pressed delicate kisses onto her heated skin and when she willingly tilted her head to the side to give him more room, he let his tongue glide along her artery. He felt the shiver that overtook her body because of it, regardless of the incredible heat that prevailed throughout the club. His hand travelled a little further down, this time to grab her hip and pull her back against his body. He didn't stay there for long, finding it much more interesting to feel the hem of her tight dress with his fingers. The lace felt pleasant under his skin.

For a brief moment, he stroked the soft skin of her thigh, letting his fingers glide over the inside of it. Then he withdrew his hand and spun her round to face him. She stared up at him with wide, glazed eyes. He could see that the alcohol had made everything a little duller for her, but he could still see the sparkle in them. She didn't hesitate for a moment to slide her hands up his chest and then clasp them behind his neck. The high heels she was wearing today were a definite advantage for this. He allowed her to press herself against him and now embraced her again. His fingers rubbed gently over her lower back, just above her bum. Satoru's thigh found its way between her legs, pressing against her. The hem of her dress slid up further as his muscle rubbed against her. As a soft moan escaped her, his hips pushed against her, causing her to feel his erection hard against her hip.

"Can you feel that?" he murmured softly in her ear, "You look so incredibly hot in that dress. Barely covers anything... It's like you're begging to be bent over the bar counter and fucked in front of everyone here."

She couldn't suppress a hoarse gasp as he moved her body in time to the music and pulled her over his muscular thigh. The friction gave her only minor stimulation, but it was enough to soak the material of his trousers. Her half-closed eyelids made sure he couldn't stop moving them against his body. Couldn't stop bathing in the heavenly sounds that escaped her lips and feeling like a god, even though it was so morally reprehensible. His lips found their way to her ear, where he nibbled gently on her lobe and continued to whisper things to her. Of the things she did to him whenever he saw her. But also of the things he was only too happy to do with her. And the only thing her alcohol-fogged brain could manage was to make soft noises of approval and accommodate his movements while her fingers clawed into his soft hair.

His left hand came away from her before he slid it down her neck a moment later and turned her head so he could look at her. He recognised how frantically her chest heaved and how she expelled her breath through her mouth. How flushed her cheeks were, although he couldn't tell whether it was because of the heat in the club or because of what they were doing here. He jerked her head towards him and pressed his lips greedily against hers. And he couldn't believe it when she willingly returned the kiss. He felt like he was in seventh heaven. Her lips were soft on his and she let him in without hesitation as he gently nudged her lower lip with his tongue.

He couldn't believe that she was actually here in his arms. That she was pressing herself so greedily against him and returning his kisses with as much passion as he was giving her. They only broke away from each other again when they ran out of air. His eyes slowly glided over her features, lingering on her swollen, now almost red lips, and he couldn't help but kiss her once more. Then he broke away from her, took her hand and pulled her behind him and back towards the lounge. The soft moan that escaped her as he pulled away from her did not go unnoticed.

As soon as he had closed the door to the lounge behind her, his lips were on hers again and he had pressed her back against the door. A soft gasp escaped her as the air was squeezed from her lungs, but it didn't stop her from eagerly reaching out to him. Her fingers found their way to his chest and the button placket of his shirt. And while she frantically tried to undo the buttons, he let his lips travel along her jaw and down her neck. When she finally managed to open his shirt, she slipped it over his shoulders and he detached himself for a moment to shake it off and let it slide to the floor. It hadn't even reached the floor before he had already embraced her again and pressed his lips to hers. His hands travelled frantically down her body. He wrapped one arm around her waist, with the other hand he gripped her thigh and lifted her up. She willingly wrapped her legs around his narrow waist to keep from sliding down and crossed her feet at ankle height. As soon as he knew she was holding herself, his arms travelled over her body again. Blindly, he groped for the fabric of her dress and when he came across the straps, he hurriedly pushed her down by her arms and helped her free her upper body from the fabric. For a moment he took the time to look at her chest and he felt her again like a young teenager who had just seen breasts for the first time.

"Shit, you have excellent breasts," he gasped softly before pushing her up a little further in his arms and managing to cup her right nipple with his lips. As soon as she felt his soft tongue on her, she couldn't suppress a soft moan. Her head fell back slightly, but the pain that arose when she bumped against the heavy metal door went unnoticed in the pure lust that had taken over her.

Satoru wasted no time, pressing his clearly palpable arousal against her centre. The touch sent electrical impulses shooting through her body and she tried to pull him even closer to her. He switched to her other nipple and caressed it just as thoroughly, letting his tongue flick against it before sucking gently and scraping his teeth carefully against the sensitive skin and starting the game all over again. She stretched her back, literally bending towards his touch and at the same time she tried to keep him close to her with a firm grip on his hair. Nevertheless, he managed to pull away from her. And while she couldn't suppress a soft whimper, he watched her through half-lowered eyelids.

"So eager," he teased her softly, his hand sliding down between their bodies as he did so. Just a few seconds later, his hand found its way under the hem of her dress and up her thigh until his fingers also made their way under her panties. Satoru's fingers slid through her labia, only to find them completely wet with her fluids as she arched back towards him. He couldn't suppress the confident grin that crept onto his face as he watched her like this, knowing that he alone was responsible. And it only got bigger as he watched her chest rise and fall frantically, her lips parted a little and heard the soft "please" that escaped her.

"Look at you," he murmured, "I haven't even started yet and you're begging me." A soft but deep laugh escaped him.

Before she could react in any way, he had pushed a finger inside her.

A hoarse moan escaped her and her grip on his soft hair tightened. His ego grew with every reaction he could elicit from her. It satiated his obsession with her, but at the same time it grew immeasurably and he didn't know if he could ever stop wanting to hear more of her sounds. She felt another finger at her entrance and only a short time later, Satoru was pumping into her in a slow rhythm. His thumb found its place on her clitoris. Playing with her slowly and with a slight pressure. She couldn't stop her hips from beginning to thrust against his movements. Trying to get his fingers deeper inside her. She knew that if he continued for just a little longer, she would reach her climax. And he seemed to realise it, seemed to sense how close she was already.

He increased the pressure of his thumb a little more before adjusting the angle of his wrist slightly and increasing the speed of his movements. The change in position caused him to rub against her sensitive walls in an almost delicious way. She felt everything inside her tighten, Satoru's burning gaze on her face and heard the rush of her own blood in her ears. Then the waves of her climax crashed over her and with Satoru's name on her lips, she let it wash over her.

Even as she tried to calm her frantic breathing, she felt him pull his fingers out of her and from her half-opened lids she could see him bring his fingers to his lips and his tongue cheekily licking her fluids. She couldn't explain what the contented humming from the depths of his chest was doing to her, but her hips were developing a life of their own. They jerked forward and when she pushed against his erection, they both couldn't suppress their moans.

Satoru's arms wrapped around her again. With her in his arms, he turned around in the lounge and set her down on one of the sofas shortly afterwards. She watched him as he frantically removed his trousers and boxer shorts and then stood over her again in just a few steps. He gently slid his hands up her legs before his fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them off. Then he pushed himself between her legs. He studied her for a moment as she lay beneath him. Her cheeks were positively glowing, her lips still swollen and her hair a little tousled. There was a hungry look in her eyes and for a moment he wondered if he should really do this. Whether he should tear down this last barrier. He could somehow justify everything so far and was even sure that Suguru would forgive him, but if he went any further now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

But everything inside him was screaming for him to do it. That he should finally claim her as his. And he couldn't suppress this urge any longer. Not when she was lying beneath him like this. Her leg wrapped around his hip, she now tried to pull him closer to her. To finally have him where she had wanted him all along.

She watched as he gripped his member tightly and thrust into his fist a few times. Completely subconsciously, her tongue slid over her lip as she watched a few drops emerge from his reddened tip and shimmer on his fingers in the soft light of the lounge. 

Then she felt him. He rubbed his thick tip lightly over her labia, letting it slide between them before finding his way to her clit and gently tapping it a few times. He could see that she was getting impatient. Her hips had started to move slightly again, as if she was finally trying to force him inside her. And sure enough, his tip slid easily to her entrance, pressing lightly into her as she pushed her hips towards him.

"Fuck baby," he gasped, "patience really isn't your strong suit."

Without giving her the chance to say anything back, he penetrated her. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself into her, watching as her face first relaxed from a slightly pained expression and gave way to complete pleasure. As Satoru slowly found a rhythm for himself, her other leg also wrapped around his hip, helping her to push herself against each of his thrusts.

It became longer and longer, harder and harder. Made sure that she could no longer suppress the noises that were gathering inside her and gave them free rein. She greedily pulled him down to her so that his lips finally met hers again. His thrusts are not but quick, but each one hits that one spot inside her that makes her see stars.

Satoru pulled out of the kiss, only to lower himself instead and pull the soft skin of her breasts between his lips. Instantly, he began to suck on her skin. He didn't release the skin until he was satisfied with the bluish-purple color that stood out clearly against your skin. His mouth didn't seem to leave a single spot of her skin untouched until her entire neck and chest area was covered in his marks.

"Shit `Toru," she gasped as she tried to get any meaningful words out at all, while nothing but satisfied moans left her lips otherwise. "Faster. Please, just a little faster."

The typical confident grin reappeared on his face and she couldn't stop her breath from catching for a moment when she saw him like that. His hair, which was usually always neatly coiffed, was disheveled and hung partly in his eyes. His eyes, which were totally covered in lust, his pupils so large that there was hardly any of the beautiful blue left.

He breathed a quick kiss on her lips and while she braced herself for her next orgasm, he paused completely. Her moans echoed throughout the room. He had made her feel so good and for him to rip it away from her so suddenly now seemed almost unforgivable.

"Please, Satoru. Don't stop, please." She didn't care that she was begging him. Her legs, which were still wrapped around his waist, tried to pull him even closer.

Satoru grinned at her as he leaned down towards her. His lips brushed hers lightly. "How could I say no when you beg me so well baby?"

In the next moment, he had disengaged her legs from his waist. Instead, he forced them to tighten so they were wedged between their two bodies and her feet dangled over his shoulders. Then he thrust deep inside her. As she groaned, he began to thrust into her again. Faster this time. She didn't have the chance to brace herself and so she had no choice but to cling to him and accept every thrust.

He didn't stop with his rhythm and she was almost certain that it wouldn't take much to leave bruises.

She was about to come again and knew she would have to tell Satoru. But she couldn't do it. Not with the way he was fucking her senseless right now. Still, he seemed to know. And the way he rubbed his nose along her jaw and waited up to her ear, murmuring a soft "Let go baby," it didn't take much for her orgasm to overtake her again.

And as Satoru watched her mouth open in a silent scream, her body shaking and pushing up from the seat of the sofa, he enjoyed the way her walls clutched him. He continued to thrust into her until she slowly came down from her high and her body twitched slightly from the overstimulation. Then he withdrew until he was standing in front of the sofa again. She looked at him with some irritation, but before she had the chance to ask him what was going on, he pulled her up.

His lips found their way onto hers and she was only too happy to return the gentle pressure. She felt his fingers move down her body until they landed on her hips again. His body pressed against hers and she felt him slowly driving her forward. He slowly detached himself from her and looked at her for a moment. For a moment, she could see the smile that crept onto his face, then he turned her around with a jerk and pressed her against the glass front. The cold glass was a stark contrast to her heated skin. She felt goose bumps invade her body and arched her back to minimize contact with the glass. As a result, she pushed her bottom towards Satoru and he didn't take up the invitation. She felt him position himself behind her. He easily managed to sink himself back into her in just one move and then didn't give her any time to get used to it. Instead, he immediately set a relentless rhythm. His left hand was still holding her hip, helping him to stabilize her. His right hand, on the other hand, traveled up her waist in light touches, up the valley between her breasts until it found its place at her neck. He pulled her back until her head landed on his shoulder and couldn't help but grin when he noticed the look on her face. She had her eyes closed, her mouth was open and he could see a little saliva running out of the corner of her mouth. In any other situation, he would have teased her about it, but in this particular situation, he couldn't stop it from making him incredibly aroused. As a result, his grip tightened slightly. A moan escaped her and he felt her walls flutter and clutch him tightly.

"Shit baby, didn't think that would turn you on like that," he whispered in her ear before he began to nibble lightly on the skin of her neck.

Her panting breath made the glass fog up, but they could still look down on the dancing crowd. Her fingers curled into his hand around her neck, trying to somehow stabilize herself with his almost brutal thrusts and glad for his hand on her hip. She didn't know if she would be able to stay on her feet on her own.

"Tell me how it feels," he murmured in her ear, then let his tongue glide lightly over the shell of her ear. He felt the shudder that ran through her whole body. It took her a moment to even construct a usable sentence, but after a few attempts she succeeded: "Feels so incredibly good `Toru." Her eyes closed again as another breathless moan escaped her lips. "Feels like I'm about to come."

"Then let go baby."

His face buried itself in her neck, pressing her even further against the glass. She felt her breasts slide across the smooth surface as Satoru thrust into her relentlessly, fixated on making her come once more. She turned her head, trying to get him in her field of vision and then sought out her lips. He did her a favor, pressing his lips greedily against hers. She thrust her hips passionately against his, chasing towards her orgasm and he was only too willing to give his all.

Satoru lowered his head again a little and bit her shoulder, trying to sink himself even deeper into her than he already was as he pulled her hips back against his body in rhythm with his thrusts. Her name fell from his lips in an unbroken string of soft moans, vibrating through her body.

The same euphoric feeling invaded her body again, intensifying the pressure inside her body as Satoru now removed his hand from her neck and braced himself against the glass front.

She couldn't stop the call of his name as she felt the knot inside her finally burst. Her thoughts vanished into thin air and she couldn't help but stare down into the crowd of dancing people. Satoru's movements became even faster, filling her completely with every thrust. The tip of his member rubbed her G-spot repeatedly and effortlessly with each thrust, never failing to drive her over the edge.

A sound previously unknown to her escaped her lungs as Satoru continued to push against her body, his member throbbing incessantly inside her. She heard him panting close to her ear, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he was ready. And the next words were out before she could hold them back: "Come for me, Satoru, please." Desperation dominated her plea, barely audible through the constant sound of skin on skin.

"Please, I want you to pump me full. I want to feel it leaking out of me and..."

"Shit!" Satoru interrupted her plea. He felt everything inside him tighten. He had the feeling of being overrun by an avalanche. And shortly afterwards, she felt him splash her insides with white. Her name escaped him in a scream, his head fell into his neck. He thrust into her a few last times and they both felt some of him running down her leg and dripping onto the floor.

Satoru carefully pulled her back with him and helped her to take a seat on one of the sofas. And while she was still trying to calm her breathing, she watched him step behind the bar and look for something there. A short time later, he was back with her, knelt down next to the sofa and then carefully began to remove her mixed liquids. As he carefully rubbed her body with the napkin, he could see her eyes slowly but surely closing.

As quickly as he could, he straightened both her and his clothes, then picked her up in his arms and disappeared with her through the side door of the club. He carefully maneuvered her into the cab and then into her bed at the university before carefully sliding in next to her.

And while she slumbered peacefully next to him, he let his thoughts drift.

He knew that he had gone too far this time. He knew that he had taken advantage of the fact that she had drunk so much and trusted him. He also knew that he had probably destroyed at least one friendship and one relationship. He knew that Y/N would probably forgive him, but he didn't think Suguru would forgive him. But how was he supposed to say no. How could he have given up finally having her for himself and tasting her. And he would do it again. He had not yet tasted her fully.

Der Apfel von Eden

Satoru hatte versucht dagegen anzukämpfen, aber sie war wie der Apfel im Garten Eden.

Schon als er sie das erste Mal gesehen hatte, kam er nicht umhin feststellen zu müssen, was für eine unglaubliche Wirkung sie auf ihn hatte. Und er war nicht der Einzige, der durch sie so beeinträchtigt war. Doch war es bei ihrer Art nicht weiter erstaunlich. Sie war aufopferungsvoll und fürsorglich. Stets darum bemüht, sich um andere zu kümmern und dafür zu sorgen, dass es ihnen gutging. Sie wollte nie, dass es jemandem, den sie in ihr Herz geschlossen hatte, an irgendetwas mangelte. Doch gleichzeitig, ließ sie sich nicht ausnutzen. Und das war, was er am meisten bewunderte, was ihn in ihren Bann gezogen hatte. Ihre Wärme und gute Art sorgte nicht dafür, dass sie naiv war, ganz im Gegenteil. Sie war in der Lage für sich und ihre Ansichten einzustehen, ließ sich nicht davon abbringen, sich dafür vollständig einzusetzen. Und sie war eine unglaubliche Jujuzistin. In jeder Mission, die sie in ihrer gemeinsamen Zeit bewältigten, wurde er Zeuge davon, wie stark sie war. Nicht nur ihre Fähigkeiten, sondern auch ihr Geist. Sie schaffte es, sich aus jeder noch so brenzligen Situation zu retten. Und wann immer die Mission unter ihrer Leitung stand, gab es nicht einmal Kollateralschäden. Allerdings war Satoru nicht der Einzige, der sofort in ihren Bann gezogen wurde. Sie wickelte jeden weiteren Jujuzisten um den kleinen Finger, dem sie begegnete. Von Yaga, über das Personal, bis hin zu weiteren Lehrern und den anderen Schülern. Bei der geringen Anzahl an Jujuzisten war ihre helfende Hand immer gerngesehen und sie war immer bereit zu unterstützen. Sie war sich nicht zu fein, einfach Haushaltaufgaben zu übernehmen oder Laufdienste zu erledigen. Und wann immer es ihr möglich war, vollständig ausgebildete Jujuzisten irgendwo hinzubegleiten, war sie bereit. Ihre Mitschüler wandten sich immer an sie, wenn sie Hilfe brauchten. Oder sogar dann, wenn sie einfach nur Trost oder ein offenes Ohr, eine Schulter zum Anlehnen brauchten. Sie half mit Hausaufgaben, extra Training oder einer Umarmung, je nachdem, was gerade gebraucht wurde. Und was dafür sorgte, dass Satoru so besessen von ihr war: Sie erwartete nichts für ihre Hilfe. Als er sie in ihrem ersten gemeinsamen Jahr an der Jujutsu Universität kennengelernt hatte, hatte er nicht verstehen können, wie so etwas überhaupt möglich sein konnte. Die Welt, aus der er kam, kannte das Konzept von nicht erwarteter Gegenleistung nicht. In der Welt der Jujutsu Ältestenfamilien bekam man nichts, ohne dafür in irgendeiner Art und Weise zu zahlen, meist mit viel mehr, als das Geleistete wert war. Und als sie dann um die Ecke kam und einfach in sein Leben spazierte, konnte er sie nicht einordnen. Ihre Art war ihm zuwider und gleichzeitig so unglaublich faszinierend, dass man ihn immer dort fand, wo auch sie war. Doch es dauerte nicht lange, und er musste erkennen, dass er nicht der Einzige war, der so fasziniert von ihr war, dass er immer in ihrer Nähe war. Und dieser hatte mehr Glück bei ihr: Suguru Geto. Und so sehr Satoru seinem besten Freund und ihr, seiner besten Freundin ihr Glück gönnte, so schwer fiel es ihm jedoch auch, sich von ihr fernzuhalten. Satoru wusste, dass es verboten war, was er sich teilweise rausnahm und erlaubte oder sich zumindest nicht gehörte, aber er war Satoru Gojo. Und für einen Satoru Gojo gab es keine Verbote. Er war damit groß geworden, machen zu können, was auch immer er wollte. Seine Stärke und unantastbare Macht, ließen ihn über allem stehen. Das Einzige, dass er hatte, dass vielleicht einen kleinen Einfluss auf sein Verhalten hatte, war sein moralischer Kompass. Doch das Problem bei diesem war, dass er schon immer eher auf ‚Grau‘ ausgerichtet war. Aber es reichte zumindest dafür aus, ihm zu sagen, dass es nicht richtig war. Dass Satoru Grenzen überschritt, die er nicht überschreiten sollte. Dass er ein gefährliches Spiel spielte. Dennoch war es ihm nicht möglich, damit aufzuhören. Er wusste, dass das, was er sich in den ersten beiden Jahren ihres gemeinsamen Studiums erlaubte, schon grenzwertig war.

Die fast schon sehnsüchtigen Blicke, die er ihr zuwarf, wann immer sie sich in seiner Nähe bewegte. Er ließ sie nie aus den Augen. Prägte sich mit seinen Sechs Augen jede ihrer Bewegungen ein. Wie sie sich die Haarsträhnen hinter das Ohr strich, wie ihre Augen funkelten, wenn einer ihrer Mitschüler sich bei ihr für ihre Hilfe bedankte und sie das Gefühl hatte, hilfreich zu sein. Oder auch, wie sie sich von Suguru auf seinen Schoß ziehen ließ bereitwillig gegen seine Brust sank und die Arme um seinen Hals schlang. Wie seine Finger ihre ein bisschen zu lang berühren, wenn sie ihm etwas reichte oder wie er die Umarmungen, die sie ihm gab, so lange es ging aufrecht erhielt. Dabei seine Nase in ihren weichen Haaren vergrub und ihren süßen Duft nach Erdbeeren und Vanille tief in sich sog. Seine Arme waren immer fest um sie geschlungen, was sie immer kichern ließ und er wusste mittlerweile auswendig, was sie darauf sagte: „So fest musst du mich nun auch nicht halten. Ich laufe dir ja nicht weg, keine Sorge.“ Über die Jahre waren seine Hände mit jeder Umarmung etwas tiefer gewandert, so dass sie jetzt immer tief auf ihren Rücken ihren Platz hatten, sie teilweise schon auf ihrem Hintern ruhten.

Er erinnert sich an die unzähligen Einzelmissionen, die sie nur zu zweit absolviert hatten. Dabei hatte er nach einer erfolgreichen Mission immer nach ihrer Hand gegriffen und ihre Finger miteinander verschränkt. Und während sie die Geste immer gerne akzeptiert hatte und strahlend zu ihm hoch lächelte und dabei nahezu blind für ihre Umgebung war, bemerkte er die irritierten Blicke, die ihnen die Angestellten und Jujuzisten zu warfen. Doch er hatte nie Schwierigkeiten damit, sie zu ignorieren. Stattdessen erwiderte er ihr Lächeln immer mit einem Streicheln seines Daumens über ihren Handrücken und irgendeinem Gojo-typischen Spruch.

Er erinnert sich an ihre Gespräche nachts, wenn er sich zu ihrem Zimmer schlich und sie aus ihrem Bett zog, um es sich mit ihr auf einer Bank auf dem weitläufigen Anwesen der Universität bequem zu machen. Egal wie müde sie war oder wie tief sie schon geschlafen hatte, sie hatte immer nachgegeben. Ließ sich immer von ihm rausschleifen und tolerierte seine selbstsüchtige Art. Er hatte irgendwann aufgehört zu zählen, wie oft sie gemeinsam draußen gesessen und geredet hatten. Sie hatte jedes Thema erlaubt, hatte zugehört, wenn er sich seine Sorgen und Gedanken vom Herzen geredet hatte und nicht einmal hatte sie sie ihm Vorwürfe gemacht oder ihn auch nur merkwürdig angesehen. Unabhängig davon, wie verrückt seine Gedanken waren, wie grausam seine Ansichten oder arrogant seine Aussagen waren. Stattdessen hatte sie ihm aufmerksam zu gehört und ab und an ihre Meinung dazu kundgegeben. Was Satoru erstaunte, war dass sie sich nie zurückhielt ihm klar zusagen, wenn sie eine andere Ansicht vertrat als er und er erkannte irgendwann auch, dass er es tatsächlich wertschätzte. Und was er am liebsten von diesen gemeinsamen Nächten in Erinnerung behielt, war die Art, wie sie sich bereitwillig an ihn schmiegte. Sie rutschte unter seinen Arm und ließ sich von ihm halten, während sie ihren Kopf auf seiner Brust ablegte und seinen Erzählungen lauschte. Ihre langen Beine, die sich auf seinen Schoß schoben und wie seine Hände sanft darüber glitten. Sogar im kältesten Winter schlief sie nur in kurzen Shorts und da er ihr nie die Zeit gab, sich etwas überzuwerfen, wenn er sie für diese Nächte holte, konnte er seine Finger über ihre weiche, seidige Haut gleiten lassen. Außerdem bot ihm das immer die perfekte Ausrede, sie auf seinen Schoß zu ziehen und fest zu umschlingen, wenn ihr kalt war und Gänsehaut ihren Körper überzog. Er hat 24/7 das sanfte Seufzen im Ohr, dass ihr immer entwich, wenn er sie so eng an sich zog und seine Körperwärme sie durchdrang. Und er genoss, wie sich ihr kleinerer Körper so an seinen schmiegte. Ihre Arme, die sich dabei fest um seinen Hals schlangen und ihre kleinen, kalten Finger, die ihren Weg in den Kragen seines Oberteils fanden, um sich zu wärmen. Und wann immer ihre Finger sich so vorwitzig trauten ihn zu berühren, ließ auch er seine Hände wandern. Rieben über ihre nackten Arme, um sie etwas zu wärmen, bevor sie sich weiter wagten. Je nach Laune, ließ er sie unter ihr Tanktop wandern oder hinab zu ihren Oberschenkeln. Dort blieben sie für eine Weile ruhig liegen, bevor er sie millimeterweise weitergleiten ließ. Erst bis zum Saum ihrer Shorts, als wolle er das Wasser testen, obwohl er ganz genau wusste, dass sie ihn ließ. Bevor er dann die Fingerspitzen leicht unter den Stoff schob und ihre weiche Haut streichelte. Dabei lauschte er ihrem leisen Atem, der sich leicht beschleunigte. Und so sehr er sich weiter trauen wollte, hielt sein fragwürdiger moralischer Kompass davon ab die letzten Grenzen zu überschreiten. Also genoss er lieber das, was sie ihm schon gestattete, die Grenzen, die er bereits überschritten hatte.

Er erinnerte sich an die Abende, die sie mit Alkohol in seinem Zimmer verbrachten und sich einen Film nach dem anderen anschauten. Umso mehr sie tranken, umso mehr traute er sich, unabhängig davon, ob Suguru da war. Er wusste, das Suguru das Verhältnis zwischen seiner Freundin und Satoru zumindest ein bisschen in Frage stellte und sich Gedanken darüber machte, ob sie nicht zu vertraut miteinander waren und ob er eingreifen sollte. Doch das hinderte Satoru an nichts, zumindest nicht solange, bis Suguru etwas sagte. Also zog er sie bei den Filmabenden zwischen seine Beine, so dass sie mit dem Rücken gegen seine Brust gelehnt dasaß. Schlang die Arme um ihre zierliche Statur und bot ihr immer wieder von der Alkoholflasche an, die er in der Hand hielt. Er wartete immer ein wenig, bis der Film langsam Fahrt aufgenommen hatte, bevor er eine Decke über sie beide zog und nach der Hälfte des Filmes konnte er seine Hände nicht mehr stoppen. Besonders an einen Abend, vor nicht allzu langer Zeit konnte er sich gut erinnern. Sein Kinn hatte seinen Platz auf ihrer Schulter gefunden und irgendwann hatte er begonnen ihr leise Anmerkungen zum Film ins Ohr zu flüstern. Aus den Augenwinkeln sah er, wie sie leicht schmunzelte, denn Blick aber nie vom Fernseher abwand. Und in dem Moment spürte er ein ehrgeiziges Blitzen tief in seinem Inneren, die Herausforderung sie so weit abzulenken, dass sie den Blick abwandte und ihm ihre volle Aufmerksamkeit schenkte. Und so begann sein Spiel. Er drehte seinen Kopf leicht zur Seite, bis seine Nase ihr weiches Haar streifte. Er atmete ihren Duft tief ein, ließ zu, dass sie seine Sinne vollkommen vernebelte. Langsam wanderte er weiter, strich mit der Nase an ihrer Ohrmuschel entlang hinab, bis zu ihrem Kiefer. Dort hielt er kurz inne, um ihre Reaktion zu erfassen, doch auch jetzt, war ihr Blick auf den Film geheftet. Also ersetzte er die Berührung durch leichte Küsse, die er auf ihrer warmen, zarten Haut verteilte. Er hörte, das leise ruckartige Einatmen und konnte das Grinsen nicht unterdrücken, dass sich auf seine Züge schlich. Seine Lippen wanderten zu ihrem Hals, erkundete ihre warme Haut und versuchte diesen einen Punkt zu finden, der sie zu einer größeren Reaktion zwingen würde. Er spürte das leichte Pochen ihres Herzschlages unter seinen Lippen. Wie es sich beschleunigte und er das Gefühl hatte, dass es dem Flattern der Flügel eines Kolibris Konkurrenz machte. Er konnte nicht anders, als die Haut zwischen seine Lippen zu ziehen, leicht daran zu saugen. Er wusste, dass wenn er ihre Haut nicht bald wieder freigab, er Spuren hinterlassen würde. Aber das leise Seufzen, das fast schon an einem Stöhnen grenzte, dass ihr entwich, sorgten dafür, dass er nicht anders konnte als weiterzumachen. Er war froh, dass die Lautstärke des Fernsehers so weit hochgedreht war, dass Shoko und Suguru die köstlichen leisen Geräusche, die sie machte, nicht hören konnten. Doch er hörte sie. Und sie waren wie eine göttliche Melodie in seinen Ohren. In dem Moment wusste er, dass er sie nie wieder vergessen würde. Sie würden ihn in jedem seiner Träume heimsuchen und in jeder stillen Minute, die er hatte. Während er mit der einen Hand weiterhin die Flasche festhielt, ließ er die andere unter die Decke wandern. Sie hatte eines von Sugurus T-Shirts an und es dauerte nicht lange, bis seine Finger ihren Weg unter das T-Shirt fanden. Seine Fingerspitzen wanderten über die warme Haut ihres Bauches und er genoss die Wärme, die von ihr ausging. In kleinen kreisenden Bewegungen wagte er sich weiter vor und ließ bei seiner Erkundung keinen Millimeter ihrer makellosen Haut aus. Für einen Augenblick ließ er von ihrem Hals ab, wollte ihre Reaktionen genau beobachten, während er sie so erkundete. Quälend langsam wagte er sich weiter. Etwas weiter hinauf, bis seine Fingerspitzen auf Stoff traten. Er ertastete Spitze, die sich über ihre Haut spannte. Für einen Augenblick hielt er inne, musterte ihr schönes Gesicht. Die leichte Röte, die sich auf ihren Wangen abzeichnete und wie ihr Mund einen spaltweit geöffnet war. Obwohl ihr Blick weiterhin ausschließlich auf den Fernseher gerichtet war, konnte er im flackernden Licht erkennen, wie glasig ihre Augen tatsächlich waren. Dass sie gar nicht so ungerührt von seinen Berührungen war und es wahrscheinlich nicht mehr viel brauchte, bis sie ihm endlich den Blick zuwandte und ihm ihre Aufmerksamkeit schenkte. Und er war gespannt, was dann passieren würde. Vorsichtig stupste er mit den Fingerspitzen gegen den Bund des Bustier, dass sie trug. Noch reagierte sie nicht, also fasste er es als Einladung auf. Er wanderte zum Tal zwischen ihren Brüsten, streichelte dort ihre weiche Haut. Er nahm es als seinen Ausgangspunkt. Wanderte von dort weiter nach oben zum Kragen ihres Oberteils, nach unten oder auch zur Seite, die Ränder ihrer Unterwäsche als Grenze für seine Erkundungen. Doch es reichte nicht. Es reichte nicht aus, um ihre Aufmerksamkeit zu erlangen. Also wagte er sich weiter. Seine Finger schoben sich frech unter den Stoff und schon im nächsten Augenblick hatte er ihren Nippel zwischen seinem Zeige- und Mittelfinger und kniff leicht hinein. Das Geräusch, dass ihr daraufhin entwich, brannte sich in jede Faser seines Daseins ein. Es klang fast schon pornografisch und er hatte kurz Sorge, dass die anderen beiden etwas gehört hatten. Aber mit einem kurzen Blick zur Seite, stellte er fest, dass sie schon selig vor sich hinschlummerten. Also konzentrierte er sich wieder völlig auf die junge Frau in seinen Armen. Seine Lippen fanden ihren Weg wieder zu ihrem Hals, während seine Hand sich noch ein wenig weiterschob und ihre Brust vollständig umfasste. Und diesmal entwich nicht nur ihr ein Stöhnen, sondern auch ihm und er konnte auch nicht mehr unterdrücken, dass sein Blut in südlichere Regionen wanderte. Ruckartig wandte sich ihm ihr Gesicht zu und sie betrachtete ihn aus ihren großen, glitzernden Augen. Ihr Atem ging etwas schneller und er spürte, wie er sanft über sein Gesicht strich. Er erwiderte ihren intensiven Blick und versuchte zu entziffern, was in ihrem Kopf vor ging. „Satoru“ hauchte sie leise, wollte noch irgendetwas hinzufügen, doch er kam ihr zuvor. Ein leichtes Lächeln schlich sich auf seine Züge, bevor er etwas erwiderte: „Ich weiß…“ Er wusste, dass sie ihm sagen wollte, dass er damit zu weit ging, dass er sich eine Freiheit herausnahm, die sie ihm nicht gewähren konnte. Und er wusste auch, dass sie damit recht hatte. Dennoch wagte er es, dass letzte bisschen Abstand zu überwinden und ihr einen Kuss auf den Mundwinkel zu geben. Dann lehnte er sich wieder in die Polster des Sofas zurück und zog seine Hand zumindest so weit zurück, dass sie nur noch auf ihrem Bauch lag. Einen Augenblick lang blieb sie noch so aufrecht sitzen und betrachtete ihn, bevor auch sie sich mit einem schweren Ausatmen gegen ihn zurücklehnte und den Film zu Ende schauten.

Doch was er sich an diesen einem Abend erlaubte, war unumkehrbar und so falsch, dass er genau wusste, dass ein Platz mit seinem Namen in der Hölle auf ihn wartete.

Sie hatten eine äußerst wichtige und schwierige Mission erfolgreich hinter sich gebracht und wollten sich einmal einen spaßigen Abend erlauben. Also hatten sie zunächst ein bisschen zusammen in Sugurus Zimmer vorgeglüht, bevor sie dann alle gemeinsam in die Stadt reingefahren waren. Zunächst wanderten sie durch ein paar nahegelegenen Bars, tranken in jeder ein paar Runden Shots, bevor sie ihr Endziel erreichten: Alhambra, ein recht neu eröffneter Club, von dem zurzeit jeder sprach. Es war im Regelfall äußerst schwierig hineinzukommen, aber Satoru hatte es ihnen möglich gemacht und sie auf die Gästeliste bekommen. Sie hatten sich alle richtig herausgeputzt, wollten sie sich doch möglichst gut in den Schwarm der anderen feierwütigen Menschen einfügen. Die beiden Jungs trugen bequeme Stoffhosen und hatten sich dazu für Hemden entschieden. Suguru für ein schwarzes, Satoru dagegen für ein weißes. Shoko und Y/N dagegen hatten sich jeweils in die kürzesten Kleider geschmissen, die sie in ihren Kleiderschränken gefunden hatten. Voller Euphorie betraten sie den Club und Y/N spürte, wie die Bässe der lauten Musik durch ihren Körper flossen. Sie liebte das Gefühl und konnte nicht anders, als sich grinsend von der Musik tiefer in die Masse der Menschen ziehen zu lassen. Satoru beobachtete sie fasziniert dabei, wie sie sich lachend umdrehte und ihre Freunde auffordernd betrachtete. Während sie sich tiefer in das Getümmel einsaugen ließ, streckte sie den Arm nach ihnen aus. Forderte sie dazu auf, ihr Gesellschaft zu leisten, auch wenn sie die Antwort ihrer Freunde eigentlich kannte. Shoko und Suguru waren keine Menschen für die Tanzfläche. Sie zogen sich lieber an die Bar zurück, genossen die laute Musik, die über sie hinweg wehte mit einem überteuerten Drink, um den bereits vorhandenen Pegel zu halten. Beobachteten dabei die Menge an tanzenden Leuten und das reichte ihnen bereits für eine gute und erfüllende Cluberfahrung. Aber Y/N war anders. Sie musste sich vollkommen von der Musik einnehmen lassen und liebte es sich zwischen den ganzen schwitzenden Körpern der anderen tanzenden Menschen zu den Liedern zu bewegen. Satoru dagegen, ließ sich manchmal von ihr mitreißen, manchmal blieb er aber auch lieber bei seinen ruhigeren Freunden. Doch an jenem Abend schlich sich ein Grinsen auf sein Gesicht und er ergriff die ausgestreckte Hand. Ihr Strahlen wurde noch größer und sie zog ihn näher an sich heran, während sie ihren beiden anderen Freunden über seine Schulter hinweg zuwinkte. Sobald sie es weiter in die Mitte der Tanzfläche geschafft hatten, gab sie seine Hand frei und beide gaben sie sich der Musik und dem durch den Alkohol verursachten Hochgefühl hin. Sie wusste nicht, wie lange sie schon am Tanzen war, bevor sie nach Satoru Ausschau hielt. Sie hatte Durst und wollte sich mit ihm zu den anderen beiden an die Bar durchschlagen. Sie fand ihn nicht weit von sich entfernt. Er tanzte mit einer Frau, doch wie sie feststellen musste, war sein Blick, obwohl er sich den wiegenden Bewegungen der anderen Frau anpasste und den Arm um sie geschlungen hatte, immer nur auf Y/N gerichtet. Sie lächelte ihn an und deutete dann mit der Hand auf ihren Hals, in der Hoffnung, dass er verstehen würde, dass sie Durst hatte. Keinen Augenblick später hatte er sich von der Frau gelöst und hatte sich durch die Menge zu ihr durchgeboxt. Seine Wangen waren leicht gerötet und sie konnte sehen, dass der Schweiß leicht an seinem Hals hinabperlte und sich den Weg in sein Hemd suchte. Schon bevor sie in die Stadt gefahren waren, hatte er die oberen beiden Knöpfe offengelassen, doch jetzt hatte er es noch weiter aufgeknöpft und sie konnte seine helle Brust darunter aufblitzen sehen. Er beugte sich leicht zu ihr hinunter, um besser mit ihr sprechen zu können und bereitwillig reckte sie ihm sich entgegen. Ihre Hände fanden ihren Weg auf seine Brust, stützte sich an ihm ab, um auf ihren Zehenspitzen nicht das Gleichgewicht zu verlieren. Sein Arm schlang sich dabei bereitwillig um ihre Taille, um sie weiter zu stützten. Sie spürte seinen warmen Atem an ihrem Ohr, während er versuchte die Musik zu übertönen: „Lass uns die anderen beiden suchen, ich habe noch eine Überraschung für euch.“ Strahlend nickte sie und griff sich die Hand, die auf ihrer Taille lag, um ihn hinter sich her durch die Menge zu ziehen.

Sie fanden Shoko und Suguru ohne Probleme. Wie sie es erwartet hatten, saßen sie an der Bar und unterhielten sich, während Suguru jedem Kerl finstere Blicke zu warf, der sich ihnen näherte. Shoko hatte nie Gefallen daran gefunden, von betrunkenen Männern wahllos angesprochen zu werden, und weil Suguru ein guter Freund war, erdolchte er mehr als nur bereit jeden Mann, der auch nur auf die Idee kam, sich ihnen zu nähern, mit seinen Blicken. Er war es auch, der die beiden anderen als Erster entdeckte. Er erwiderte das Lächeln, dass ihm seine Freundin schenkte und öffnete bereitwillig seine Arme, als sie ihn erreichte und sich an ihn schmiegte. „Willst du was trinken?“ fragte er sie und hielt ihr im selben Moment sein Glas hin, damit sie an seinem Getränk nippen konnte. Bereitwillig nahm sie das Glas entgegen und sobald sie den Strohhalm zwischen den Lippen hatte, wandte sie sich auffordernd Satoru zu. Dieser grinste sie für einen Moment an, bevor er den Arm um Shoko legte und seinen drei Freunden seine Überraschung präsentierte. „Bevor wir eine weitere Runde bestellen: Kommt mit, ich habe uns eine Lounge gebucht.“ Er konnte genau beobachten, wie sich zuerst Fassungslosigkeit auf die Gesichtszüge seiner Freunde schlich, bevor diese unendlicher Begeisterung wich. Ehe er es sich versah, hatte sich Y/N von ihrem Freund gelöst und war dem weiß-silberhaarigen Mann um den Hals gefallen. Nur zu gerne ließ er sich die begeisterte Umarmung gefallen und schlang seinerseits seine Arme um ihre zierliche Taille. Aus dem Augenwinkel konnte er sehen, wie Shoko den letzten Rest ihres Cocktails in einem Zug leerte und das leere Glas daraufhin auf den Bartresen knallte. „Also gut, worauf warten wir noch?“ rief sie über den Lärm des Clubs hinweg und hüpfte von dem Hocker, auf dem sie eben noch gesessen hatte. Also schnappte er sich Y/Ns Hand, die noch immer um seinen Hals geklammert war und zog sie hinter sich her und wieder in das Getümmel der tanzenden Menschen hinein. Y/N wiederrum hatte sich Shokos Arm gegriffen, um sie in der Menschenmasse nicht zu verlieren und mit einem Blick über ihre Schulter erkannte sie, dass diese sich Sugurus Hand geschnappt hatte. In einer vierer Kette durchquerten sie das Meer an Menschen, wobei ihnen Satorus Fähigkeit dabei einen erheblichen Vorteil bot und sie nur dem Weg folgen mussten, den er in die Menge pflügte.

Er führte sie auf die gegenüberliegende Seite des Clubs zu und dort zu einer Treppe, die sie zuvor nicht gesehen hatte. Ein Mann, der neben der Treppe stand, musterte Satoru für einen Moment, dann zog er die Absperrung zur Seite und ließ sie hinauf. Oben angekommen, wurde sie von einer jungen Frau in Empfang genommen. Ein breites Lächeln auf den Zügen, begrüßte sie die vier Freunde. „Ah Herr Gojo, schön sie hier bei uns begrüßen zu dürfen. Wenn sie mir bitte folgen mögen, führe ich sie jetzt zu ihrer Lounge.“ Der Angesprochene schenkte ihr ein leichtes Lächeln, bevor er kurz nickte und ihr mit dem Winken seiner Hand bedeutete, ihnen den Weg zu weisen. Sie liefen den dunklen Gang entlang, der von ein paar wenigen Türen gesäumt war, bevor sie vor der Letzten innehielten und die Dame die Tür für die öffnete. „Ihre Kellnerin wird auch gleich bei Ihnen sein“ und damit verabschiedete sie sich von der Freundesgruppe und ließ sie allein. Bei der Lounge handelte es sich um einen größeren Raum, der mit einigen Sofas und Sesseln besetzt war, die sich alle um mehrere niedrige Tische sammelten und bestimmt 20 Leuten genug Platz boten, einen Abend im Alhambra zu genießen. Es gab eine eigene kleine Bar, an der die Kellnerin wohl die Getränke für die Feiernden zubereiten würde. Und auf der gegenüberliegenden Seite von der Tür, befand sich eine große Glasfront und sobald Y/N sich ihr näherte, erkannte sie, dass sie von hier aus den perfekten Blick auf die Tanzfläche hatte. Die Musik, die den ganzen Club beschallte, konnte man auch in der Lounge hören, war aber so weit gedämmt, dass man sich ohne Probleme unterhalten konnte. Sie hatte so viele Fragen an Satoru, aber das Einzige, das aus ihrem Mund herauskam, war: „Das ist einfach unglaublich Satoru!“ Der Angesprochene grinste breit und ließ sich auf eines der Sofas plumpsen. „Warte ab, bis unsere Kellnerin kommt und uns alles zum Trinken macht, worauf wir Lust haben.“ Pure Begeisterung zeichnete sich auf den Gesichtern seiner drei Freunde ab und er konnte nicht anders, als sich selbstzufrieden in die Polster des Sofas zurückzulehnen. Er beobachtete, wie die beiden Mädels die Lounge noch weiter inspizierten und spürte zugleich, wie das Sofa neben ihm etwas absackte. Sein bester Freund hatte neben ihm Platz genommen und er konnte sehen, wie sich ein seltenes, zufriedenes Lächeln auf seinem Gesicht abzeichnete. Er wollte etwas sagen, wurde aber durch das Öffnen der Türe unterbrochen. Eine Frau, etwa in ihrem Alter, gekleidet in dunklen Stoffhosen und einer hellen Bluse, betrat die Lounge. Sie stellte sich ihnen als Kiyoko vor und nahm dann ihren Platz hinter der Bar ein. Die nächsten beiden Stunden verbrachten die vier Freunde damit, sich miteinander zu unterhalten und die ganzen Drinks, die ihnen Kiyoko mischte zu vernichten. Y/N spürte den Alkohol. Fühlte, wie schwer und etwas taub sich ihre Zunge anfühlte und dass ihr Hirn länger brauchte zu verarbeiten, was sie sah, als ihre Augen. Sie wusste, dass sie es langsamer angehen sollte, aber es war das erste Mal seit langer Zeit, dass sie mal wieder so mit ihren Freunden unterwegs war. Sie saß auf Sugurus Schoß und kicherte über irgendeinen Witz, den dieser gemacht hatte und konnte nicht anders, als diesen Moment zu genießen, auch wenn sie sich sicher war, dass sie zumindest die Mengen an Alkohol bereuen würde, als sie den nächsten Cocktail von Kiyoko annahm. Begeistert stieß sie mit ihren Freunden an, dass dabei etwas von dem Drink überschwappte und ihre Finger entlanglief, störte sie nicht. Sie wechselte das Glas nur in die andere Hand und begann die Tropfen von ihren Fingern zu lecken. Was sie dabei nicht bemerkte, war der hungrige Blick Satorus, der jeder Bewegung ihrer kleinen, weichen rosanen Zunge folgte. Sie leerte ihren Cocktail in nur wenigen Minuten und wandte sich dann mit großen Augen ihrem Freund zu: „Ich will tanzen gehen! Komm und tanz ein bisschen mit mir Su!“ Ihr Freund seufzte nur schwer. Ihm fiel es immer schon schwer, seiner Freundin etwas abzuschlagen und in seinem eindeutig betrunkenen Zustand, war dass nur noch umso schwieriger, aber er wusste auch, dass er seine Grenzen erreicht hatte. „Sorry Baby, aber ich bin total raus. Ich denke es ist eher Zeit, zurück zur Uni zu fahren.“ Er sah, wie sich ihre Unterkippe leicht vorschob und fragte sich leise, wie es überhaupt sein konnte, dass das Fliegengewicht, dass seine Freundin nun mal war überhaupt noch munter war. Er seufzte schwer. War schon kurz davor, doch noch nachzugeben, obwohl er schon so fertig war. Doch zu seinem Glück, sprang sein bester Freund ein. „Ich geh mit dir tanzen Y/N, unser armer Suguru muss sich ein wenig erholen nach der anstrengenden Mission.“ Satoru konnte beobachten, wie das leichte Schmollen einem strahlenden Lächeln wich und auch, wie sein bester Freund ihm ein dankbares Lächeln schenkte. Im nächsten Moment schlangen sich ihre Arme fest um seinen Hals. „Dann geht ihr zwei Mal schön tanzen, ich schnapp mir Shoko und gehe mit ihr heim. Die Arme ist auch schon total am Ende.“ Mit einem kurzen Blick zu ihr rüber, konnten sie feststellen, dass sie sich am andere Ende des Sofas zusammengerollt hatte und zumindest vor sich hindöste. In einer Hand hielt sie noch den angefangenen Cocktail. Y/N konnte das leise Kichern nicht unterdrücken, bevor sie sich leicht von Sugurus Schoß aufrichtete und über Satorus Schulter hinweg zu dem schlafenden Mädchen vorbeugte und ihr über die Haare strich. Dann wandte sie sich wieder ihrem Freund zu. „Pass gut auf sie auf Su“ murmelte sie und presste mehrere Küssen auf seine Lippen, die dieser nur allzu gern erwiderte. Sie verabschiedeten sich voneinander und Y/N beobachtete durch die große Glasfront, wie sich Suguru mit Shoko auf seinen Armen einen Weg zur Seitentür bahnte. Sie hörte, wie Satoru sich für einen Moment mit der Kellnerin unterhielt, hatte ihre Sinne aber nicht mehr so weit unter Kontrolle, um mitzubekommen, was genau er ihr sagte.

Nur wenig später tauchte er neben ihr auf, mehrere Shots in den Händen. Er hatte dieses Grinsen im Gesicht, dass so unglaublich typisch für ihn war und sie konnte nicht anders, als es strahlend zu erwidern. „Also gut Y/N! Lass uns die noch schnell vernichten und dann stürmen wir die Tanzfläche.“ Sie lachte leise und nahm sich das erste Glas aus seinen Händen. Sie ließ es leicht gegen seines Stoßen, bevor sie es an die Lippen ansetzte, den Kopf in den Nacken legte und den Alkohol bereitwillig ihre Kehle hinuntergleiten ließ. Noch zwei weitere Mal tat sie das, bevor sie die leeren Gläser schnell abstellten. Satoru griff sich ihre Hand, verschränkte seine Finger mit ihren und zog sie dann hinter sich her aus der Lounge raus und runter auf die Tanzfläche. Sie ließen sich von der Menge verschlingen. Immer dicht beieinander. Y/N spürte, wie der Bass ihren ganzen Körper durchlief, wie er ihre Knochen zum Vibrieren brachte und sie liebte es. Sie dachte nicht weiter nach, sondern ließ sich einzig und allein von der Musik, die sie erfüllte, leiten. Sie hatte das Gefühl, es bis in ihre Fingerspitzen kribbeln zu fühlen und genoss es. Es dauerte nicht lang, dass sie Finger an ihrer Taille spürte und die vertraute Energie zeigte ihr genau, wer sich da hinter ihr befand und seine Bewegungen an ihre anpasste. Sie ließ zu, dass er sie enger an sich zog und den Arm vollständig um sie schlang. Sie ließ ihre Hand über seinen Arm gleiten, strich dabei sanft über seine weiche Haut, die er durch die hochgekrempelten Ärmel freigelegt hatte. Sie erreichte seine Hand und verschränkte ihre Finger mit den seinen. Ihren anderen Arm dagegen streckte sie nach oben aus, um ihre Hand um seinen Nacken zu schlingen und die Finger in sein weiches Haar zu krallen. Satoru konnte das Grinsen nicht unterdrücken. Es wirkte fast schon triumphierend, wie er über den Rand seiner Sonnenbrille die anderen Männer musterte, die fast schon hungrig beobachteten, wie sich ihre Hüften wiegend im Takt zur Musik bewegten. Doch er war derjenige, der ihre Bewegungen spürte. Spürte, wie ihre Hüften kreisten und konnte das euphorische Gefühl, dass sein Blut zum Pumpen brachte, nicht unterdrücken. Er passte sich ihren Bewegungen an, beobachtete sie dabei, wie sie sich nur allzu gerne gegen ihn drückte und mit ihm tanzte. Seine langen, schlanken Finger begannen ihren eigenen Tanz zu tanzen. Fanden ihren Weg von ihrem Arm um seinen Hals immer weiter hinab. Er ließ sie über ihre Schulter gleiten, bis vor zu ihrem Schlüsselbein und sah dabei zu, wie sie ihre Augen langsam schloss und ihren Kopf in den Nacken legte und dabei gegen seine Schulter fallen ließ. Er wusste, dass er sein Glück gerade schon wieder ziemlich herausforderte.

Doch er erinnerte sich zu gut an ein Gespräch, dass er vor einigen Monaten mit Suguru geführt hatte. Sie hatten gemeinsam etwas getrunken, bevor Suguru aus einer kleinen Kiste unter seinem Bett zwei Joints holte und einen davon Satoru reichte. Er ließ sich nicht zweimal darum bitten. Beide lehnten sie sich entspannt in das Sofapolster zurück und während sie immer wieder einen Zug nahmen und der Rauch ihnen in Kringeln entwich, hörte er Suguru nur allzu gern zu, wenn er von seiner reizenden Freundin erzählte. Er hatte ihm anvertraut, dass es mit ihr immer Spaß machte. Aber wann immer sie etwas zu viel getrunken hatte, war sie zu allem bereit. Egal, was Suguru seiner Freundin dann vorgeschlagen hatte, sie war immer dafür bereit. Willig genug, ihm jeden Wunsch zu erfüllen und kannte dabei keine Hemmungen. Und so sehr Satoru sich auch bemüht hatte, nicht zu sehr darüber nachzudenken, er hatte in den langen, einsamen Nächten in seinem Schlafzimmer einfach nicht verhindern können, dass seine Gedanken zu ihr wanderten. Zur Freundin seines besten Freundes, ihrem unglaublichen Körper und dem Wissen, dass sie zügellos war. Und seitdem hatte er immer wieder darauf gelauert, dass sich ihm vielleicht eine Möglichkeit eröffnete, ein Teil davon zu sein.

Seine Finger wagten sich weiter vor. Er fuhr federleicht über die Rundung ihrer Brust, bevor er kurz neckend ihren Nippel umkreiste, der sich durch den dünnen Stoff ihres Kleides abzeichnete. Unbewusst drückte sie ihren Rücken durch, und ein Seufzen war das einzige Geräusch, dass ihr entwich. Er spürte, wie sie sich kurz versteifte. Versichernd drückte er leicht ihre Taille, versuchte damit gleichzeitig ihr zu zeigen, dass es in Ordnung war, sie aber auch dazu anzutreiben, mehr zu tun. „Schon in Ordnung Baby“ murmelte er ihr ins Ohr und während seine Hand etwas weiter hinab wanderte und nun ihren Bauchnabel umkreiste, spürte er, wie sie sich wieder entspannte. Seine Lippen machten sich an ihrem Hals zu schaffen. Er presste hauchzarte Küsse auf ihre erhitzte Haut und als sie bereitwillig ihren Kopf etwas zur Seite neigte, um ihm mehr Platz zu machen, ließ er seine Zunge an ihrer Pulsschlagader entlang gleiten. Er spürte den Schauer, der ihren Körper deswegen überfiel, unabhängig von der unglaublichen Hitze, die im ganzen Club herrschte. Seine Hand wanderte noch etwas weiter hinab, diesmal um ihre Hüfte zu packen und sie etwas zurück und damit gegen seinen Körper zu ziehen. Er hielt sich dort nicht lange auf, fand es viel interessanter mit seinen Fingern den Saum ihres engen Kleides zu befühlen. Die Spitze angenehm unter seiner Haut. Für einen kurzen Moment streichelte er die weiche Haut ihres Oberschenkels, ließ die Finger auf dessen Innenseite gleiten. Dann zog er die Hand zurück und wirbelte sie zu sich herum.

Aus großen, glasigen Augen starrte sie zu ihm hinauf. Er konnte erkennen, dass der Alkohol alles etwas trüber für sie hatte werden lassen, dennoch konnte er das Funkeln darin sehen. Sie zögerte keinen Augenblick, um ihre Hände an seiner Brust hinauf gleiten zu lassen und sie dann hinter seinem Nacken zu verschränken. Die hohen Schuhe, die sie heute trug, waren dafür ein eindeutiger Vorteil. Er ließ zu, dass sie sich an ihn drängte und umschlang sie nun seinerseits wieder. Seine Finger rieben sanft über ihren unteren Rücken, knapp oberhalb ihres Hinterns. Satorus Oberschenkel fand seinen Weg zwischen ihre Beine, drückte sich ihr entgegen. Der Saum ihres Kleides rutschte weiter hinauf, während sein Muskel gegen sie rieb. Als ihr ein leises Stöhnen entwich, schob sich ihr seine Hüften entgegen, wodurch sie seine Erektion hart an ihrer Hüfte spürte. „Spürst du das?“ murmelte er ihr leise ins Ohr, „Siehst so unfassbar heiß in diesem Kleid aus. Bedeckt ja kaum etwas…Als würdest du geradezu darum betteln über den Bartresen gebeugt und vor allen hier Anwesenden gefickt zu werden.“ Sie konnte das heisere Keuchen nicht unterdrückten, während er ihren Körper im Takt zur Musik bewegte und über seinen muskulösen Oberschenkel zog. Die Reibung gab ihr nur geringfügige Stimulation, doch reichte es aus, dass sie das Material seiner Hose durchnässte. Ihre halbgeschlossenen Lider sorgten dafür, dass er nicht damit aufhören konnte sie gegen seinen Körper zu bewegen. Konnte nicht aufhören, in den himmlischen Geräuschen, die ihren Lippen entwichen zu baden und sich, obwohl es moralisch so verwerflich war, wie ein Gott zu fühlen. Seine Lippen fanden ihren Weg zu ihren Ohr, wo er sachte an ihrem Ohrläppchen knabberte und ihr weiter Dinge zuflüsterte. Von den Dingen, die sie mit ihm anstellte, wann immer er sie sah. Aber auch von den Dingen, die er nur zu gerne mit ihr machen wollte. Und das Einzige, dass ihr alkoholvernebeltes Hirn zustande brachte, waren zustimmende leise Geräusche und seinen Bewegungen entgegenzukommen, während ihre Finger sich in sein weiches Haar krallten. Seine linke Hand löste sich von ihr, bevor er sie einen Augenblick später in ihren Nacken schob und ihren Kopf so zu sich drehte, dass er sie ansehen konnte. Er erkannte, wie hektisch sich ihre Brust hob und sie den Atem durch den Mund ausstieß. Wie gerötet ihre Wangen waren, auch wenn er nicht sagen konnte, ob es an der Hitze im Club lag oder an dem, was sie hier taten. Ruckartig zog er ihren Kopf zu sich heran, presste seine Lippen gierig auf die ihren. Und er konnte es nicht glauben, als sie den Kuss bereitwillig erwiderte. Er fühlte sich, als wäre er im siebten Himmel. Ihre Lippen waren weich auf den seinen, und sie gewährte ihm ohne zu Zögern Einlass, als er sachte mit der Zunge gegen ihre Unterlippe stupste. Er konnte nicht fassen, dass sie tatsächlich hier in seinen Armen war. Dass sie sich so gierig gegen ihn presste und seine Küsse mit genauso viel Leidenschaft erwiderte, wie er sie ihr entgegenbrachte. Sie lösten sich erst dann wieder voneinander, als ihnen die Luft ausging. Seine Augen glitten langsam über ihre Gesichtszüge, blieben an ihren geschwollenen, mittlerweile fast schon roten Lippen hängen und er konnte nicht anders, als sie noch einmal zu küssen. Dann löste er sich von ihr, nahm sich ihre Hand und zog sie hinter sich her und wieder zu der Lounge zu. Das leise Jammern, dass ihr entwich als er sich von ihr löste, blieb nicht unbemerkt.

Kaum, dass er die Tür zur Lounge hinter ihr geschlossen hatte, lagen seine Lippen wieder auf den ihren und er hatte sie mit dem Rücken gegen die Tür gedrückt. Ein leises Keuchen entwich ihr, als die Luft aus ihren Lungen gepresst wurde, doch es hinderte sie nicht daran, sich ihm begierig entgegenstrecken. Ihre Finger fanden ihren Weg zu seiner Brust und der Knopfleiste seines Hemdes. Und während sie hektisch versuchte, die Knöpfe zu öffnen, ließ er seine Lippen ihren Kiefer entlang und an ihrem Hals hinabwandern. Als sie es endlich schaffte, sein Hemd zu öffnen, schob sie es ihm über die Schultern und er löste sich für einen kurzen Augenblick, um es abzuschütteln und auf den Boden gleiten zu lassen. Es hatte noch nicht mal den Boden erreicht, da hatte er sie schon wieder umschlungen und seine Lippen auf ihre gepresst. Seine Hände wanderten hektisch an ihrem Körper hinab. Einen Arm schlang er um ihre Taille, mit der anderen Hand umfasste er ihren Oberschenkel und hob sie hoch. Bereitwillig schlang sie ihre Beine um seine schmale Taille, um nicht runterzurutschen und überkreuzte ihre Füße auf Knöchelhöhe. Sobald er wusste, dass sie sich selbst hielt, wanderten seine Arme wieder über ihren Körper. Blind tastete er nach dem Stoff ihres Kleides und als er auf die Träger stieß, schob er sie eilig an ihren Armen hinunter und half ihr dabei, ihren Oberkörper von dem Stoff zu befreien. Für einen Moment nahm er sich die Zeit ihre Brust zu betrachten und er fühlte sie wieder wie ein junger Teenager, der gerade das erste Mal Brüste sah. „Shit, du hast hervorragende Brüste“ keuchte er leise, bevor er sie in seinen Armen etwas weiter hochschob und es schaffte, ihren rechten Nippel mit den Lippen zu umschließen. Kaum, dass sie seine weiche Zunge auf sich spürte, konnte sie das leise Stöhnen nicht unterdrücken. Ihr Kopf fiel leicht nach hinten, doch der Schmerz, der entstand, als sie sich an der schweren Metalltür stieß, ging in der puren Lust, die sie vereinnahmt hatte, unbemerkt unter. Satoru verlor keine Zeit, presste seine deutlich spürbare Erregung gegen ihre Mitte. Die Berührung ließ elektrische Impulse durch ihren Körper schießen und sie versuchte ihn noch näher an sich zu ziehen. Er wechselte zu ihrem anderen Nippel und liebkoste diesen nun ebenso ausführlich, ließ seine Zunge dagegen schnalzen, bevor er leicht daran saugte und seine Zähne vorsichtig gegen die empfindliche Haut kratzte und das Spiel wieder von vorne begann. Sie streckte ihre Rücken durch, bog sich seinen Berührungen förmlich entgegen und gleichzeitig versuchte sie ihn mit dem festen Griff in seinen Haaren nah bei sich zu behalten. Dennoch schaffte er es, sich von ihr zu lösen. Und während sie das leise Wimmern nicht unterdrücken konnte, beobachtete er sie aus halbgesenkten Lidern. „So begierig“ zog er sie leise auf, seine Hand glitt währenddessen zwischen ihren Körpern hinab. Nur wenige Sekunden später fand seine Hand ihren Weg unter den Saum ihres Kleides und an ihrem Oberschenkel hinauf, bis sich seine Finger auch einen Weg unter ihren Slip bahnten. Satorus Finger glitten durch ihre Schamlippen, nur um sie vollkommen benetzt von ihren Flüssigkeiten vorzufinden, während sie sich ihm wieder entgegenbog. Er konnte das selbstsichere Grinsen, dass sich auf das Gesicht schlich, während er sie so betrachtete und wusste, dass alleine er dafür verantwortlich war, nicht unterdrücken. Und es wurde nur größer, als er beobachten konnte, wie sich ihre Brust hektisch hob und senkte, die Lippen ein wenig geöffnet und das leise „Bitte“, dass ihr entwich hörte. „Sieh dich doch bloß an“ murmelte er, „ich habe noch nicht mal richtig angefangen und schön bettelst du mich an.“ Ein leises, aber tiefes Lachen entwich ihm. Bevor sie irgendwie reagieren konnte, hatte er einen Finger in sie geschoben. Ein heiseres Stöhnen entwich ihr und ihr Griff in seinen weichen Haaren wurde fester. Sein Ego wuchs mit jeder Reaktion, die er ihr entlocken konnte. Seine Obsession mit ihr wurde dadurch gesättigt, doch gleichzeitig stieg sie ins Unermessliche an und er wusste nicht, ob er jemals damit aufhören konnte, mehr von ihren Geräuschen hören zu wollen. Sie spürte einen weiteren Finger an ihrem Eingang und nur kurze Zeit später, pumpte Satoru sie in einem langsamen Rhythmus in sie. Sein Daumen fand seinen Platz auf ihrem Kitzler. Spielte langsam und mit einem leichten Druck mit ihr. Sie konnte nicht verhindern, dass ihre Hüften begannen sich seinen Bewegungen entgegenzustrecken. Versuchten, seine Finger tiefer in sich zu bekommen. Sie wusste, dass wenn er nur noch für eine kurze Zeit weiter machen würde, sie ihren Höhepunkt erreichen würde. Und er schien es zu merken, schien zu erahnen, wie nah sie schon war. Er erhöhte den Druck seines Daumens noch ein wenig, bevor er den Winkel seines Handgelenks etwas anpasste und die Geschwindigkeit seiner Bewegungen zunahm. Durch die veränderte Position rieb er auf geradezu köstlicher Weise an ihren empfindlichen Wänden. Sie spürte, wie sich alles in ihr zusammenzog, Satorus brennenden Blick auf ihrem Gesicht und hörte das Rauschen ihres eigenen Blutes in ihren Ohren. Dann brachen die Wellen ihres Höhepunktes über ihr ein und mit Satorus Namen auf ihren Lippen ließ sie ihn über sich hinwegspülen. Noch während sie versuchte ihren hektischen Atem zu beruhigen, spürte sie, wie er die Finger aus ihr hinauszog und aus ihren halbgeöffneten Lidern könnte sie sehen, wie er seine Finger an seine Lippen führte und sein Zunge vorwitzig ihre Flüssigkeiten ableckte. Sie konnte nicht erklären, was das zufriedene Brummen aus den Tiefen seiner Brust mit ihr anstellte, aber ihre Hüften entwickelten ein Eigenleben. Sie zuckten vor und als sie gegen seine Erektion stieß, konnten sie beide das Stöhnen nicht unterdrücken. Satorus Arme schlangen sich erneut um sie.

Mit ihr in seinen Armen, wandte er sich in der Lounge um und ließ sie kurz darauf auf einem der Sofas ab. Sie beobachtete ihn dabei, wie er hektisch seine Hose abstreifte, ebenso die Boxershorts und dann mit wenigen Schritten wieder über ihr stand. Sanft ließ er seine Hände an ihren Beinen hinaufgleiten, bevor seine Finger sich in ihren Slip einhackten und ihr auszogen. Dann schob er sich zwischen ihre Beine. Einen Augenblick lang musterte er sie, wie sie unter ihm lag. Ihre Wangen glühten förmlich, ihre Lippen noch immer angeschwollen und ihre Haare waren ein wenig zerzaust. In ihren Augen lag ein hungriger Ausdruck und für einen Moment fragte er sich, ob er das wirklich tun sollte. Ob er diese letzte Grenze einreißen sollte.

Alles Bisherige könnte er noch irgendwie rechtfertigen und war sich dabei sogar sicher, dass Suguru es ihm verzeihen würde, aber wenn er jetzt weitergehen würde, war er sich dabei nicht mehr so sicher. Doch in ihm schrie alles, dass er es tun sollte. Dass er sie endlich als Sein beanspruchen sollte. Und er konnte diesen Trieb nicht mehr weiter unterdrücken. Nicht, wenn sie so unter ihm lag. Ihr Bein um seine Hüfte geschlungen, versuchte sie jetzt ihn näher an sich heranzuziehen. Ihn endlich dort zu haben, wo sie ihn sich schon die ganze Zeit gewünscht hatte. Sie beobachtete ihn dabei, wie er sein Glied fest umschloss und ein paar Mal in seine Faust stieß. Völlig unterbewusst, glitt ihre Zunge über ihre Lippe, während sie beobachtete, wie ein paar Tropfen aus seiner geröteten Spitze austraten und im sanften Licht der Lounge auf seinen Fingern schimmerten. Dann spürte sie ihn. Er rieb seine dicke Spitze leicht über ihre Schamlippen, ließ sie dazwischen gleiten, bevor er seinen Weg zu ihrem Kitzler fand und ihn ein paar Mal sachte darauf klopfen ließ. Er konnte sehen, dass sie langsam ungeduldig wurde. Ihr Hüften hatten wieder begonnen sich leicht zu bewegen, als würde sie versuchen ihn endlich in sich reinzuzwingen. Und tatsächlich glitt seine Spitze leicht an ihren Eingang, presste leicht in sie hinein, während sie ihm die Hüften entgegenschob. „Fuck Baby“ keuchte er, „Geduld ist wirklich nicht deine Stärke.“ Ohne ihr die Möglichkeit zu geben, irgendetwas darauf zu erwidern, drang er in sie ein. Langsam schob er sich Zentimeter für Zentimeter in sie und beobachte dabei, wie ihr Gesicht zuerst von einem leicht von Schmerz verzerrten Ausdruck entspannte und vollkommener Lust Platz machte. Während Satoru langsam einen Rhythmus für sich fand, schlang sich auch ihr anderes Bein um seine Hüfte und halfen ihr dabei, sich jedem seiner Stöße entgegenzudrücken. Er wurde immer länger, immer härter. Sorgte dafür, dass sie die Geräusche, die sich in ihr sammelten, nicht mehr unterdrücken konnte und ihnen freien Lauf ließ. Sie zog ihn gierig zu sich hinunter, so dass seine Lippen endlich wieder auf ihre trafen. Seine Stöße waren nicht sondern schnell, aber jeder traf diesen einen Punkt in ihr, der dafür sorgte, dass sie Sterne sieht. Satoru zog sich aus dem Kuss zurück, nur um sich stattdessen herabzusenken und die weiche Haut ihrer Brüste zwischen seine Lippen zu ziehen. Augenblicklich fing er an, an ihrer Haut zu saugen. Er gab die Haut erst wieder frei, als er mit der bläulich-lilanen Farbe zufrieden war, die sich deutlich gegen ihre Haut abzeichnete. Sein Mund schien nicht einen einzigen Fleck ihrer Haut unberührt zu lassen, bis ihr ganzer Hals und Brustbereich von seinen Spuren bedeckt war. „Shit `Toru“ keuchte sie, während sie versuchte überhaupt irgendein sinnvolles Wort herauszubekommen, während sonst nichts anderes als zufriedenes Stöhnen ihre Lippen verließ. „Schneller. Bitte, nur ein bisschen schneller.“ Das typische selbstsichere Grinsen tauchte wieder auf seinem Gesicht auf und sie konnte nicht verhindern, dass ihr für einen Moment der Atem stockte, als sie ihn so sah. Seine sonst immer ordentlich frisierten Haare, waren zerzaust, hingen ihm dabei teilweise in die Augen. Die Augen, die gerade total von Lust verhangen waren, die Pupillen so groß, dass von dem schönen blau, kaum noch etwas zu sehen war. Er hauchte ihr einen schnellen Kuss auf die Lippen und während sie sich für ihren nächsten Orgasmus wappnete, hielt er komplett inne. Ihr Jammern hallte durch den ganzen Raum. Er hatte dafür gesorgt, dass sie sich so gut fühlte und dass er es ihr jetzt so plötzlich entriss, kam ihr fasst schon unverzeihbar vor. „Bitte Satoru. Nicht aufhören, bitte.“ Es war ihr egal, dass sie ihn anbettelte. Ihre Beine, welche noch immer um seine Hüfte geschlungen waren, versuchten ihn noch näher heranzuziehen. Satoru grinste sie an, während er sich zu ihr hinunter beugte. Seine Lippen streiften ihre leicht. „Wie könnte ich nein sagen, wenn du mich so brav anbettelst Baby?“ Im nächsten Moment hatte er ihre Beine von seiner Hüfte gelöst. Stattdessen zwang er sie dazu, sie anzuziehen, sodass sie zwischen ihren beiden Körpern eingeklemmt waren und ihre Füße über seinen Schultern baumelten. Dann stieß er tief in sie. Während sie aufstöhnte, begann er erneut in sie zustoßen. Diesmal schneller. Sie hatte nicht die Möglichkeit, sich irgendwie dafür zu wappnen und so blieb ihr nichts anders übrig, als sich an ihm festzuklammern und jeden Stoß anzunehmen. Er hörte nicht auf mit seinem Rhythmus und sie war sich fast sicher, dass nicht mehr viel fehlte, um blaue Flecken zu hinterlassen. Sie war kurz davor erneut zu kommen und wusste, dass sie es Satoru sagen müsste. Aber sie schaffte es nicht. Nicht mit der Art und Weise, wie er sie grade in die Besinnungslosigkeit fickte. Trotzdem schien er es zu wissen. Und so, wie er mit der Nase an ihrem Kiefer entlang rieb und zu ihrem Ohr hinauf wanderte, ein zartes „Lass los Baby“ murmelte, brauchte es nicht mehr viel, bis sie erneut von ihrem Orgasmus überrollt wurde. Und während Satoru dabei zuschaute, wie sich ihr Mund zu einem stummen Schrei öffnete, ihr Körper bebte und sich von der Sitzfläche des Sofas hochdrückte, genoss er wie ihre Wände ihn umklammerten. Er stieß so lange weiter in sie, bis sie langsam von ihrem Hoch wieder runterkam und ihr Körper leicht aufgrund der Überstimulation zuckte. Dann zog er sich zurück, bis er wieder vor dem Sofa stand.

Etwas irritiert musterte sie ihn, doch bevor sie die Möglichkeit hatte, ihn zu fragen was los war, zog er sie hoch. Seine Lippen fanden ihren weg auf die ihren und nur zu gerne erwiderte sie den sanften Druck. Sie spürte seine Finger an ihrem Körper hinabwandern, bis sie wieder auf ihren Hüften landeten. Sein Körper presste sich gegen ihren und sie spürte, wie er sie langsam vor sich hertrieb. Er löste sich von ihr, betrachtete sie für einen Augenblick. Sie konnte das Lächeln sehen, dass sich ihm ins Gesicht schlich, dann hatte er sie ruckartig umgedreht und sie gegen die Glasfront gepresst. Das kalte Glas ein starker Kontrast zu ihrer erhitzten Haut. Sie spürte, wie Gänsehaut ihren Körper überfiel und bog ihren Rücken durch, um möglichst wenig Kontakt zu der Scheibe zu haben. Dadurch schob sie Satoru ihren Hintern entgegen und der ließ sich diese Einladung nicht entgehen. Sie spürte, wie er sich hinter ihr positionierte. Es gelang ihm ohne Probleme, in nur einem Zug sich wieder in ihr zu versenken und gab ihr dann keine Zeit, sich daran zu gewöhnen. Stattdessen legte er direkt einen unnachgiebigen Rhythmus an den Tag. Seine linke Hand, hielt noch immer ihre Hüfte fest und half ihm dabei sie zu stabilisieren. Seine rechte Hand dagegen fuhr in leichten Berührungen ihre Taille weiter, in dem Tal zwischen ihren Brüsten entlang nach oben, bis sie ihren Platz an ihrem Hals fand. Er zog sie nach hinten, bis ihr Kopf auf seiner Schulter landete und konnte nicht anders, als zu grinsen als er ihren Gesichtsausdruck bemerkte. Sie hatte die Augen geschlossen, ihr Mund stand offen und er konnte sehen, dass ihr ein wenig Speichel aus dem Mundwinkel lief. In jeder anderen Situation hätte er sie damit aufgezogen, aber gerade in dieser Situation konnte er nicht verhindern, dass es ihn unglaublich erregte. So kam es, dass sich sein Griff leicht verstärkte. Ein Stöhnen entwich ihr und er spürte, wie ihre Wände flatterten und ihn fest umklammerten. „Shit Baby, hätte nicht gedacht, dass dich das so anmachen würde“ raunte er ihr ins Ohr, bevor er damit begann leicht an der Haut ihres Nackens zu knabbern. Ihr keuchender Atem ließ die Glasscheibe beschlagen, dennoch konnten sie auf die tanzende Menge hinabschauen. Ihre Finger krallten sich in seine Hand um ihren Hals, versuchte sich bei seinen fast schon brutalen Stößen irgendwie zu stabilisieren und war froh um seine Hand an ihrer Hüfte. Sie wusste nicht, ob sie es alleine schafften würde, auf ihren Beinen stehen bleiben zu können. „Sag mir wie es sich anfühlt“ murmelte er ihr ins Ohr, ließ dann seine Zunge federleicht über ihre Ohrmuschel gleiten. Er spürte das Schaudern, dass durch ihren ganzen Körper fuhr. Sie brauchte einen Moment, um überhaupt einen brauchbaren Satz zu konstruieren, doch nach einigen Anläufen gelang es ihr: „Fühlt sich so unglaublich gut an `Toru.“ Ihre Augen schlossen sich wieder, als ein weiteres atemloses Stöhnen ihren Lippen entwich. „Fühlt sich so an, als würde ich gleich kommen.“ „Dann lass los Baby.“ Sein Gesicht vergrub sich in ihrem Nacken, presste sie dadurch noch weiter gegen die Glasscheibe. Sie spürte, wie ihre Brüste über die glatte Oberfläche rutschten, während Satoru unnachgiebig in sie stieß, darauf fixiert, sie noch einmal kommen zu lassen. Sie drehte den Kopf, versuchte ihn in ihr Blickfeld zu kriegen und suchte dann nach seinen Lippen. Er tat ihr den Gefallen, presste seine Lippen gierig auf ihre. Leidenschaftlich stieß sie ihre Hüften seinen entgegen, jagte ihrem Orgasmus entgegen und er war nur allzu bereit, sein Alles zu geben. Satoru senkte seinen Kopf wieder ein Stück und biss ihr in die Schulter, versuchte sich noch tiefer in ihr zu versenken, als er es bisher schon tat, während er ihre Hüfte im Rhythmus seiner Stöße gegen seinen Körper zurückzog. Ihr Name fiel ihm in einer ununterbrochenen Kette an sanftem Stöhnen von seinen Lippen und vibrierte durch ihren Körper. Dasselbe euphorische Gefühl überfiel ihren Körper wieder, verstärkte den Druck im inneren ihres Körpers während Satoru seine Hand nun von ihrem Hals nahm und sich selbst an der Glasfront abstützte. Sie konnte den Ruf seines Namens nicht verhindern, als sie spürte, wie dieser Knoten in ihr endlich platzte. Ihre Gedanken lösten sich in Luft auf und sie konnte nicht anders als einfach nur in die Menge tanzender Menschen hinunterzustarren. Satoru wurde noch schneller in seinen Bewegungen, füllte sie bei jedem Stoß komplett aus. Die Spitze seines Gliedes rieb mit jedem Stoß wiederholt und ohne große Anstrengung ihren G-Punkt, niemals daran scheiternd, sie über den Abgrund zu treiben. Ein bisher ihr unbekanntes Geräusch entwich ihren Lungen, während Satoru sich weiterhin gegen ihren Körper drängte, sein Glied pochte unaufhörlich in ihr. Sie hörte ihn nah an ihrem Ohr keuchen, wusste, dass er auch nicht mehr lange brauchen würde, bis es für ihn so weit war. Und die nächsten Worte waren raus, bevor sie sie zurückhalten konnte: „Komm ihn mir Satoru, bitte.“ Verzweiflung beherrschte ihre Bitte, kaum hörbar durch das ständige Geräusch von Haut auf Haut. „Bitte, ich will dass du mich vollpumpst. Will spüren, wie es aus mir rausläuft und…“ „Shit!“ unterbrach Satoru ihr Flehen. Er spürte, wie sich alles in ihm zusammenzog. Hatte das Gefühl von einer Lawine überrollt zu werden. Und kurz darauf spürte sie, wie er ihr Inneres weiß bespritzte. Ihr Name entwich ihm in einem Schrei, sein Kopf fiel in seinen Nacken. Er stieß noch ein paar letzte Male in sie und sie spürten beide, wie schon etwas von ihm an ihrem Bein hinablief und auf den Boden tropfte.

Satoru zog sie vorsichtig mit sich nach hinten und half ihr dabei, auf einem der Sofas Platz zunehmen. Und während sie noch versuchte ihren Atem zu beruhigen, beobachtete sie ihn dabei, wie er hinter die Bar trat und dort nach etwas suchte. Kurze Zeit später war er wieder bei ihr, kniete sich neben das Sofa und begann dann vorsichtig sie von ihren gemischten Flüssigkeiten zu befreien. Während er vorsichtig mit der Serviette über ihren Körper rieb, konnte er beobachten, wie ihr langsam, aber sicher die Augen zu fielen. So schnell es ihm möglich war, richtete er sowohl ihre als auch seine Klamotten, nahm sie dann hoch in seine Arme und verschwand dann mit ihr durch die Seitentür des Clubs. Er bugsierte sie vorsichtig ins Taxi und an der Uni dann in ihr Bett, bevor er dann vorsichtig neben sie rutschte. Und während sie neben ihm schon friedlich schlummerte, hing er seinen Gedanken nach. Er wusste, dass er diesmal zu weit gegangen war. Wusste, dass er ausgenutzt hatte, dass sie so viel getrunken hatte und ihm vertraute. Er wusste auch, dass er damit vermutlich zumindest eine Freundschaft und eine Beziehung zerstört hatte. Er wusste, dass Y/N ihm vermutlich verzeihen würde, aber er glaubte nicht, dass Suguru ihm das Verzeihen würde. Aber wie hätte er nein sagen sollen. Wie hätte er darauf verzichten sollen, sie endlich für sich zu haben und sie zu kosten. Und er würde es wieder tun. Noch hatte er sie nicht vollständig probiert.