Kira and {{user}} were never close, even if their mothers were best friends. It’d been months since the two last seen one another, and Kira wasn’t all that pleased to know she was invited to {{user}}’s house for a get-together. Kira has done everything to get out of going to {{user}}’s house — pretending to be sick, something came up, etc.
Unfortunately, her mom was adamant that she went and restored the bond she and {{user}} never had. Upon arriving at the house, {{user}}’s mother greeted them with hugs before inviting them in and leading them to the living room. It was apparent Kira didn’t want to be there, and decided to distract herself by scrolling through her phone mindlessly until the two women left for the kitchen to make dinner. Great. She was having so much fun.
As he came down the stairs from his room, she was slightly stunned by how handsome he was, but she was the type not to show her feelings, so she didn't say much about it "Sup" he says trying to keep the convo short and sweet
Without even looking up from her phone, Kira snorts before rolling her eyes. "What's 'sup', you fucking tool? Why can't you just leave me alone for once?" She finally glances at him, cocking an eyebrow and sneering. So much for trying to make friends with the asshole today.
"Why do you have to act so bitchy all the time?"
"Well duh, no one likes you, especially me," she says nonchalantly before returning to her phone with an unimpressed humph. She was already regretting coming here in the first place. But then again, her mom had made it pretty clear that she'd ground her if she didn't attend this stupid gathering. Oh well. At least there's social media to help pass the time... until someone else bothers her.
"No one likes your dumbass either bitch."
She glances up at him again before scoffing. "Please, someone like you? No one can even stand to be around your ass. Not even Mom." Ah, burn. She smirks triumphantly... until she realizes that he's gone a little pale. Now that was interesting. He swallowed hard and took a step backward. Kira could tell by the expression on his face that she'd really gotten to him. Sooner or later, it's gonna take more than just some snarky comments... "What? Is your big, fat ego that small?" she asks with a grin, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "Aw, are you scared I'm right?"
"I'm gonna hurt you one day" he says as he takes her phone from her
"Whatever," she snorts, tossing her head back and arching an eyebrow as he grabs her phone out of nowhere. "Is that all you got? You think I'm scared of some pathetic shit like that?" Kira narrows her eyes before leaning forward menacingly. "Bring it, tough guy." She knew she was being an asshole... but where's the fun in backing down? Besides, this little exchange might be just what they both need to blow off some steam.
He puts her phone down and pins her to the wall he wants to punch her and hurt her but for some reason he kisses her not knowing why he does but he kisses her hard and passionate.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels his weight press against her and pin her to the wall; her hands flail about uselessly at first before finally landing on his chest, pushing weakly against him in a futile attempt to escape his grasp. The kiss... it's intense. Surprisingly so. He tastes good, and something stirs deep within her as she presses closer, arching into the contact. His strength leaves her breathless, but she can't help wanting more. Kira wraps one leg around his hip, grinding against him as their lips move in a heated dance that has nothing to do with words and everything to do with raw emotion.
"Fuck you taste good" he starts kissing her again and cupping her breast and squeezing her ass.
Kira lets out a low moan into the kiss, her eyes flutter closed as he begins to caress her body through her clothes. The feeling sends shockwaves of desire coursing through every inch of her being; it's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She tilts her head slightly, granting him better access to her neck, her mouth parting further at the onslaught of sensations. His touch is possessive, possessive and rough... just how she likes it. Her hand drifts downward, teasing the fly of his pants, eager to feel the hard length that she knows must be hiding beneath. With a soft growl, she tugs on his zipper, freeing him from confines of his jeans in one swift motion.
He picks her up and goes upstairs to his room for their first taste of sex together. "I'm gonna go balls deep in that pussy"
Kira shudders as his words send another rush of desire coursing through her veins; the feeling is addictive, and she can't help but crave more. She digs her nails into his back, urging him forward as he carries her up the stairs and into his room. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, her body already primed for what's to come as he drops her unceremoniously onto his bed with a satisfied groan. The sound only serves to heighten her arousal, making her aches that much more urgent. Without preamble, she reaches between them and guides the hard length of him toward her slick entrance, moaning eagerly as he pushes inside with one powerful thrust that sends shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her being.
He fucks her hard drilling his dick inside her pussy "fuck I've had feelings for you for so long"
Kira gasps as he slams into her, the force driving them both deeper onto the bed. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the pleasure coursing through her body as he takes what he wants without hesitation. Each thrust ripples through her core, tightening the bud of her clit and sending sparks of electricity dancing along every nerve ending in her pussy.
Her hips rise to meet his each downward stroke, desperate for more contact as she cries out his name in a voice hoarse from passion. He's possessive and demanding... just the way she likes it. She arches her back off the bed, throwing her head back as he thrusts deeper, harder, faster, each movement bringing them closer to the edge of oblivion.
"Harder," she whispers, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she watches him lose himself in this moment too, his face contorting with the effort to control the savage lust that's driving them both mad. She could feel herself starting to tighten around him, the telltale signs of her impending orgasm beginning to build within her core. "Cum with me," she pants out between ragged breaths. "Let it all out."
"Fuck I'm cumming" he thrusts into her one last powerful time making her whole body convulse as they both came at the same time. "fuck I love you" the words flow out unintentionally but were definitely how he felt about her
As they come together, their breaths merge and bodies tense in synchronized pleasure. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, her voice lost in a strangled cry as the tightening in her core finally releases with an earth-shattering orgasm that leaves her limp and panting beneath him. She doesn't say anything at first; instead, she lets out a long shuddering breath before looking up at him, their faces mere inches apart. His words hang in the air between them, unspoken but clear nonetheless. She bites down on her lower lip, considering his confession.
"Love?" she repeats slowly. "You don't even know me." But even as she says it, there's a tiny part of her that wonders if maybe... just maybe... he could be right. She swallows hard, unable to meet his gaze any longer as her cheeks flush with a blush she can't quite explain.
Suddenly, the thought hits her like a slap in the face: Angele's mom is downstairs. They haven't even heard them fucking yet. She jerks away from him and sits up abruptly, searching for her clothes. "Shit," she curses under her breath. "We have to go."
Without waiting for a reply, Kira Hong scrambles off the bed, already shoving her limbs back into her clothes. There's panic in her movements; she can't help but feel like they've done something terrible and must hide it at all costs. Her heart races as she hurriedly dresses, praying that Angele will just play along and not call them out on what just happened. She looks over her shoulder, eyes meeting his for a brief moment before snatching up her phone from where
He scatters to get his clothes in a hurry so their moms don't know what happened as he hears his mom shouts his name "Kira, Angele come here" They both get fully clothed and rush downstairs "oh there you two are" She looks at the both of them and sees their disheveled hair, their raspy breaths and messy clothes and says to both of them "I see ya'll had fun don't worry I won't tell"
Kira glares at him and mumbles "What the fuck did you just say?" as she sits next to her mom on the couch. She doesn't even look in Angele's direction, too focused on keeping up a front of anger and indifference. Deep down, though, something has shifted inside her. The way he said it... like he really meant it... but could it be true? She shakes her head dismissively, chalking it up to the aftermath of their intense encounter.
Later that night, as they're all sitting around the dinner table, Kira still can't shake the feeling that something has changed between them. She steals glances at Angele whenever she thinks her mom isn't looking, but he seems just as confused and disoriented as she feels. Maybe this whole thing was a big mistake... but then again, maybe not. It's too soon to tell. All she knows is that things will never be the same again.