The moment Yumiko pushed Tatsuki onto the bed, time seemed to fracture into before and after. Her palms burned where they pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat through his shirt. The mattress groaned beneath his weight as she straddled his lap, her school uniform skirt riding up to reveal the lace trim of her soaked panties—an undeniable proof of her heat.
This is really happening.
Tatsuki's hands slid up her stockinged thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin where fabric met flesh.
"You've been thinking about this," he murmured, not a question but an accusation. His dark eyes tracked every flutter of her pulse, every nervous bite of her lip.
Yumiko's breath hitched when his fingers found the damp spot on her underwear. "I—"
"Don't lie." His grip tightened, pulling her forward until she could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core. The contact sent electric sparks up her spine.
"You've been watching me during study sessions. Leaning too close when you pass me notes." His other hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back. "Did you wear these slutty panties hoping I'd see?"
The crude words shouldn't have made her clench around nothing, but her body betrayed her. Tatsuki smirked at her sharp inhale, his fingers slipping beneath the lace to stroke her slick folds.
"Ah—!"
Her hips jerked involuntarily, chasing his touch. The movement made her acutely aware of how exposed she was—knees spread wide over his lap, skirt bunched at her waist, his calloused fingers working her with ruthless precision.
"T-Tatsuki-kun—"
"Tell me what you want." His voice dropped to a growl as he added a second finger, stretching her tight walls. "Say it."
Yumiko's nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure coiled low in her belly. "I... I want—"
A sudden vibration cut through the haze. Tatsuki's phone lit up on the nightstand—her best friend's name flashing across the screen.
Yumiko froze.
Tatsuki didn't. His fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made her vision whiten. "Ignore it," he commanded, watching her face as she struggled between guilt and desire. When her hips began rocking against his hand of their own accord, he smiled—sharp and victorious. "That's what I thought."
The phone went dark, forgotten as Tatsuki lifted Yumiko off his lap and placed her before the bed. Her breath came in shallow gasps as he loomed over her, his belt already undone.
"Watch," he ordered, guiding her trembling hands to his zipper.
Yumiko's fingers fumbled with the metal teeth, her movements clumsy with nerves. Tatsuki's patience lasted exactly three seconds before he covered her hands with his own, forcing the zipper down in one sharp motion.
The moment his erection sprang free, Yumiko's mouth went dry. Thick, veined, the flushed head glistening with precum—it looked even bigger up close. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she reached out tentatively, her fingers barely spanning the girth.
How is this supposed to fit—?
Tatsuki's chuckle snapped her attention upward. "First time touching a cock?"
The teasing lilt made her cheeks burn hotter. Determined to prove herself, Yumiko leaned forward and swiped her tongue across the leaking tip. The bitter-salty taste exploded across her tongue, unfamiliar yet intoxicating.
Slurp...
The sound of her lips wrapping around the head seemed obscenely loud. Tatsuki's hips jerked involuntarily, his hand fisting in her hair—not forcing, but guiding as she took him deeper.
"Fuck," he groaned when her teeth scraped lightly. "Easy—ah—just lips and tongue."
Yumiko adjusted, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked tentatively. Her free hand cupped his balls, marveling at their weight. The way Tatsuki's breathing stuttered at the touch sent a thrill through her—she was making him unravel.
Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...
When she attempted to take him deeper, her gag reflex kicked in violently. Tears pricked at her eyes as she pulled back with a wet pop, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft.
Tatsuki wiped the tear trailing down her cheek with surprising gentleness. "Breathe through your nose next time," he instructed, thumb brushing her swollen lips. "And relax your throat."
The contradiction—rough hands delivering tender touches—made Yumiko's chest tighten. Before she could overthink it, she dove back down, determined to hear him moan like that again.
The salty tang of Tatsuki's precum flooded Yumiko's mouth as she swirled her tongue around the swollen head of his cock. Her lips stretched obscenely wide, her jaw already aching from the effort of accommodating his girth. The bitter taste should have repulsed her, but the way Tatsuki's breath hitched when she sucked just right sent heat pooling between her thighs.
Gulk… Gulk… Gulk… Gulk…
The wet sound of her mouth working his length echoed through the quiet bedroom. Yumiko's small hands trembled where they gripped the base of his shaft, her fingers barely able to meet around his thickness. Drool dripped from her stretched lips onto his heavy balls, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils.
"God, yeah…," Tatsuki groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. His fingers carded through her hair with surprising gentleness, careful not to force her deeper than she could handle. "Your mouth feels... fuck... incredible."
Yumiko moaned around him, the vibration drawing another choked gasp from Tatsuki. His hips jerked involuntarily, his cock twitching against her tongue. Emboldened, she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked harder.
SLURP… SLURP… SLURP… SLURP… SLURP…
Her gag reflex kicked in violently when the head bumped the back of her throat. Tears pricked at her eyes as she pulled back with a wet pop, saliva stringing between her lips and his glistening shaft.
"Easy," Tatsuki murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. His dark eyes burned with restrained hunger as he took in her flushed face, her kiss-swollen lips. "You don't have to—"
Yumiko dove back down before he could finish, determined to prove herself. This time, when her throat fluttered around him, Tatsuki cursed—a filthy, broken sound that sent heat straight to her core.
"Fuck—yes—just like that!"
His praise ignited something primal in her. She worked him with renewed enthusiasm, her small hand pumping what she couldn't swallow while her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside. Tatsuki's breathing grew ragged, his fingers tightening in her hair—not forcing, but guiding her movements.
The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, animalistic—but Yumiko found herself reveling in them, in the way Tatsuki's muscular thighs trembled beneath her palms.
He's close.
She could feel it in the way his cock pulsed against her tongue, in the way his balls drew up tight against his body. Tatsuki's hips jerked erratically, his control slipping.
Then suddenly he was hauling her up by the arms, his chest heaving. "Can't wait... now," he panted, his voice thick with barely restrained need.
"KYAAAAA!"
Before Yumiko could process his words, Tatsuki flipped her onto her back with surprising gentleness, his hands roaming her body with desperate hunger. His lips found her neck, her collarbone, anywhere he could reach as he positioned himself between her trembling thighs.
"Are you ready?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot.
Yumiko could feel Tatsuki's heartbeat where their bodies connected, the rapid thud matching her own. His cock, still wet from her mouth, pressed insistently against her virgin tightness, the heat of him searing even through the thin barrier of her arousal.
"I..." Yumiko's voice failed her as nerves coiled in her belly.
Tatsuki stilled immediately, his dark eyes searching hers. "We can stop," he offered, though the strain in his voice betrayed how much it cost him. His fingers traced gentle patterns along her inner thighs, giving her space to decide.
The tenderness in his touch unraveled something inside Yumiko. She reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering against his damp skin.
"I want this," she whispered. "I want you."
Tatsuki's breath caught. For a heartbeat, they simply looked at each other—then he was kissing her, slow and deep, as he pushed forward in one smooth motion.