I'm loungin' around kickin' back without a fucking care in the world sipping a 40 ounce hanging out with my buddy, {{user}}. {{user}} has been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Getting into mischievous shit and fucking many women together. One thing though. I never let him touch me. EVER... I'm not into men that way and I'm glad he respects it. Hey dude. Can you get me another beer? This bottle of shit is almost empty. I fling the bottle behind my head allowing it to roll across the carpeted floor. I stagger up ever so slightly, adjusting my black booty shorts that cling to my bubbly ass. I plop down on the couch again causing my T-shirt to roll up showing my toned abdomen. After you're done with that, You wanna do something? I'm bored as fuck, bro. I say brashly awaiting my drink. I'm impatiently waiting for my buddy's sister to get back home so we can hang out. Sometimes I wish, {{user}}, was a girl because we have so much in common. God, I can't stand the sight of dick though! It's disgusting! Where's my beer?! I shout playfully, my black eyes watch his movement through my blurred vision from the copious amounts of alcohol pumping through my curvy form.

I snort loudly giving him the middle finger. "Fuck off! You're not that good looking, shit head!" I huff petulantly. But really... if it meant getting another beer I probably would. Goddamn alcohol clouding my better judgment. "Just hand me the fuckin' beer!" I demand, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. "Yo man, you can play with her tits later, after I get mine first," A friend of ours yells over from another room. The idiot always knew how to lighten the mood. Makes me chuckle despite myself."C'mon Shiro! You know I'm all yours!" I lie, batting my thick lashes at him as if it would make a difference. "Just hand me that fuckin' beer and let's call it even, alright?" I whine like a baby. Okay, maybe not all of that last part was really a lie... But I meant the first part! He knows what he did last week to piss me off, so why is he bringing this up now? "Fiiinne," he grumbles, tossing me the beer. "Drink this and shut your fucking mouth." There's an empty bottle on the table beside him. Looks like it was mine. Weird... "Just for that you have to kiss my neck." I snort derisively but lean in anyway, resting my lips against his smooth, warm skin. "Mmmm... better," he murmurs with satisfaction. "Now let's see who's gonna win at twister." He gestures for me to get up from the couch and follow him into another room.

"Oh my god Shiro!" I yelp as his fingers brush across the sensitive bud of my clit through my shorts. "That's not fair! Stop that!" My voice comes out rough and breathless, betraying me despite myself. It feels so good though...my body responds instantly to his touch, heat pooling between my legs. "Aww come on," he teases, grinning at my reaction. "It's just a little fun before we move on to the next game. You love it when I do this..." His fingers continue their relentless teasing as I struggle to concentrate on keeping my balance on the spinning board. "Shiro...stop," I gasp, trying desperately to focus on what he's doing. "You're going to make me lose!" But even as I protest, I feel my arousal building faster and faster with every touch. My clit throbs and aches for more contact, begging him to slip a finger under the waistband of my shorts.

I glance around nervously as my friends file out the door at Shiro's command. "But whyyy? We were just having fun!" I whine, half-heartedly trying to keep him from feeling me up any further. The truth is, I love it when he gets possessive and bosses me around like this...especially in private. There's something about the thrill of being with someone who knows exactly how to push my buttons that gets me going every time. "We'll have more fun later," he assures me with a wicked grin, slipping his hand deeper into my underwear and finally making contact with my clit. "Oh fuck..." I moan, arching my back into his touch as the sensation overwhelms me. "Yeah, like that..." He murmurs encouragingly, thrusting two fingers deep inside me while circling my clit with his thumb. My hips begin to buck and writhe uncontrollably against his hand as waves of pleasure crash through me again and again. "Shiro...I can't take much more..." I manage to gasp out between gasps for air, my voice tight and needy. "You're going to make me come." And then I do, body shuddering with release as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me limp and satisfied in his grasp. When the tremors finally subside, he pulls his hand back out of my underwear, revealing his fingers coated in my arousal. "There," he says proudly, licking them clean. "Tastes as good as it looks." Then he cups my face gently in his hands and kisses me, soft and tender at first before growing more possessive and demanding. It's a kiss that tells me everything I need to

As his kisses become more possessive and demanding, my body responds in kind, arching into him as if trying to get closer still. His touch on my nipples is enough to send a shiver through me, heightening the desire that already pulses between my legs. I moan into his mouth, hungry for more of whatever it is he's giving me tonight. "Shiro..." I whimper, my voice barely audible above the thunder of blood in my ears as I press myself against him. "Please..." It's a plea that seems to go unnoticed or unheeded because before I can even finish speaking, his hands are back on my body, gripping me possessively and roughly, pulling at my nipples as if trying to wring some sort of ecstasy from them. And somehow...somehow it works. Every scrape of his nails against my sensitive skin seems to send a bolt of electricity straight to my core, making my whole body tense in anticipation. My hips buck again and again against him as the need grows within me, becoming unbearable with each passing second. "Shiro..." I gasp, my voice hoarse from all the moaning and panting. "I'm...going to...cum..." And then finally, finally the release crashes over me in a wave of blinding pleasure, my body shuddering violently as it's wracked by orgasm after orgasm, leaving me spent and satisfied in his arms. When the tremors finally subside and I can breathe again, I look up at him with glazed eyes, still feeling the echoes of pleasure coursing through my veins. "Wow..." I murmur softly, running a hand through my messy bob cut. "That was

I laugh softly, my voice slightly huskier than usual. "Is that so?" I retort, grinning back at him despite the weariness that has begun to creep into my limbs. "Maybe next time we'll see who's got more staying power." It's a playful challenge, even though I know he's just teasing me; he knows full well that I never turn down a good fuck when it's offered. My eyes slide down his body, drinking in the sight of him standing there tall and proud, grinning like the cat that ate the canary...or in this case, got off on giving me multiple orgasms. God, he's gorgeous. I reach out to smooth some invisible wrinkle from his shirt, my fingers lingering on his chest before trailing upwards to comb through his hair. It's always been like this between us...a push and pull, a constant back-and-forth of dominance that somehow manages to make our relationship all the stronger for it. "So," I say quietly, suddenly feeling a bit more tired than playful. "Do you want to crash here or...?" I gesture vaguely towards his bedroom, hoping he'll take the hint and understand that while I'm not opposed to fucking him senseless all night long, maybe it's better if we get some sleep before one of us passes out from exhaustion.

I let out a small squeak as you scoop me up in your arms and carry me toward your bedroom. The feel of your bare skin against mine sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, and it's all I can do to keep my hands from exploring every inch of you again. "Shiro..." I breathe his name out like a sigh, arching into him as he strips off his clothes, revealing the powerful body hidden beneath his tattoos. As he dives between my legs, his hot breath fanning across my sensitive flesh makes me shudder with anticipation. "Oh god..." I moan, spreading my legs wider to give him better access as he licks and nibbles at my folds. It's incredible how attentive he is; it feels like every inch of my body is being worshipped by this man...and I can't help but wonder if it'll ever get old. My hips rise off the bed, seeking more contact with his lips and tongue as he licks deeper, finally finding my clit and swirling his tongue around in circles. "Yes," I cry out, arching my back so far that my spine crackles audibly. "Just like that...so good..." The feel of him lapping at me sends waves of pleasure through me so intense they leave me breathless and pleading for more. "Shiro..." I breathe his name once again, wrapping my legs around his head as he continues to bring me to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. It's been years since anyone made me feel this way...since anyone made me lose control like this...and suddenly it all comes flooding back: the need, the desire...the absolute lust for this man. I should stop him...tell him to slow

I glance down between us as you prepare yourself, my heart racing with anticipation and nerves blending into an heady mix of arousal. This feels so different...with most people I've been with, it's always been about the heat of the moment, about losing myself in the pleasure they can give me. But with Shiro, it's somehow different. There's a connection there that goes beyond mere physicality; it runs deep, almost like an emotional bond that we share...and I know this time is going to be unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I nod slowly, taking a shaky breath as my fingers drift down between my spread legs, teasing at my slick entrance. "Yeah," I manage to croak out hoarsely. "I'm ready." It's a lie...there is no way I can truly be ready for what he's about to do to me. But there's something in his eyes that tells me it will be worth it, even if it does hurt like hell at first. So with a determined nod and a trusting glance, I grip the sheets tightly and brace myself for whatever comes next...knowing that no matter how much pain or pleasure I feel, I wouldn't trade this moment with Shiro Katakawa for anything in the world.

It starts out like a dull ache, spreading slowly through my body as your thick length begins to force its way inside me. I bite down on my lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape, willing myself not to tense up and make it harder for you. You told me you'd be gentle...I just have to trust that you know what you're doing. As your cock slides deeper, inch by agonizing inch, I can feel my muscles stretching and protesting against this invasion of my body, telling me that it isn't right, that there's no way anyone should fit inside me like this. But despite the pain, despite the feeling of being utterly overwhelmed and filled to capacity...there's something else as well: a thrill that courses through me like electricity, igniting every nerve ending in its path until my whole body feels on fire with desire. When you finally bottom out inside me with a satisfied groan, I can feel you're completely sheathed in my tight warmth and it's almost too much to bear; it feels so good...and yet so painful at the same time. It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering back and forth between ecstasy and agony, waiting to see which one will finally take hold. As you start to move within me, I cry out softly, arching my back and giving myself up to the sensations overwhelming me; sharp pains mixed with blinding pleasure that threaten to tear me apart at the seams. But somehow...somehow it feels right. It feels like this is how it's supposed to be between us: intense, passionate, and painful in ways neither of us could have ever anticipated. "Shiro..." I pant out his

I gasp into your kiss as my body responds to the motions you're making inside me, pleasure blending seamlessly with pain and leaving me breathless and aching for more. "Shiro..." I whimper, unable to form coherent thoughts or words anymore as my world narrows down to this sensory overload. My hips move instinctively against yours, trying to match your rhythm, seeking release from the build-up of tension coiling tight within me. Your hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples roughly, driving me even higher, closer to the edge. As you pick up speed, so do I, meeting each thrust with equal force as our bodies collide in a heated dance of passion and need. The friction between us grows intense, burning through every last reserve of self-control I had left; all that's left is raw desire and the knowledge that I am completely and irrevocably lost to you in this moment. My head thrashes from side to side as pleasure crests over me in a wave of blinding ecstasy, leaving my body limp and spent in your arms. "Shiro...oh god..." My voice trails off into nothingness as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm, too exhausted even to move anymore. But as you continue to thrust deeper, harder, it's like you're trying to bring me back from the brink; trying to make me feel again...and suddenly I realize that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a one-time thing after all. Maybe this is what we were meant for: To be together, to feel this way, even if it means being in pain...because without you, life wouldn't be worth living at all.

I moan, arching my hips into your thrusts as you fill me so deep I can feel myself quiver around you. "Shut up and fuck me then," I pant out breathlessly, needy for more of the pleasure you bring out in me. My fingers dig into your shoulders as your rhythm speeds up, harder and faster, making my body ache with want and need. My inner muscles clench around your cock, squeezing tightly as I feel myself start to come apart again, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. Your hips slide against mine in perfect synchrony, driving deep inside as you finally find release, filling my body with your hot seed as your powerful voice echoes through the room. As your thrusts begin to slow, I whimper in protest, wanting more of this connection between us, the raw power and energy that only comes when we're together like this. Your weight presses down on me, pinning my arms above my head, making it impossible for me to touch you as I wait for your breathing to steady and slow, dreading the moment you might pull out and leave me empty once again. "Shiro..." I whisper your name longingly, hoping that maybe he'll hear the desperation in my voice, feel how much I need him right now. "Please...don't stop."

I gasp as your cock twitches inside me, my body tensing reflexively in anticipation of the onslaught to come. It feels like it takes forever for you to finish, your hips bucking roughly against mine as wave after wave of hot cum spills deep inside me. I arch my back off the bed, trying to get closer still as you fill me up, overwhelming every last bit of empty space in my aching body. Finally, finally you slow down, your breath coming out ragged and uneven between your lips. A shudder runs through my entire body at the feel of you pulling slowly out of me, leaving behind a hot wet mark on my lower abdomen as I whimper in protest. It's not enough to know that you got off; what I need is for us to be connected like this forever...to never have to say goodbye. With shaking hands, I reach up and touch your face, tracing the lines of your jaw with my fingertips. "Shiro..." I whisper his name like a prayer, hoping that somehow he'll understand how I feel: How lost and empty I am without him...how this can never just be about sex or some kind of fun little game we play from time to time. It has to mean something more, doesn't it? It has to be possible for us to find a way to make it work...to be together like this forever?

My heart leaps into my throat at your words, and for a moment I'm left speechless; my mind reeling with the implications of what you've just said. I can feel the blush creeping up over my cheeks, spreading like wildfire across my chest and neck. It takes me several long moments to find my voice again, but when it comes out at last, it's barely a whisper: "Shiro...are you saying what I think you're saying?" I peer up into your face, searching for any signs that this is all just some kind of sick joke or maybe the aftereffects of too much tequila. But there's nothing but honesty and sincerity in your eyes as they meet mine, making it impossible for me to deny what I already know deep down inside: You really mean this.

My fingers tremble as they trail upwards from your chest, over your shoulders and finally come to rest on your cheek. "And you want...?" The words catch in my throat, but I force them out anyway. "You want me to be with you? Like...really? With no strings attached?" My heart feels like it's about to explode right out of my chest at the thought; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I try to sort through all these new feelings, trying desperately to make sense of everything that's happening between us. And then, before I can second-guess myself or talk myself out of it, I lean forward and press my lips against his, pouring every ounce of emotion and desire I have into the kiss. It's not until he groans into my mouth that I realize just how much this means to him...and just how badly

As our kiss deepens and my tongue tangles with his, I can't help but feel relief wash over me; the same exhilarating sensation that coursed through me earlier when he first said those words resurfacing in full force. A real relationship...with you, Shiro Katakawa. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart race with excitement. I pull back from the kiss, still holding his gaze as I search for any signs that he's lying to me or just saying what he thinks I want to hear. But there's only sincerity in your eyes...and hope. "Really?" I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "You mean it?" When you nod, your mouth curling into a small smile, something inside me finally lets go; a tight knot of tension and fear releases with a shuddering sigh. I know this is right. Somehow, someway, we've found our way to each other...and no matter what challenges or obstacles may stand in our path, I won't let anything come between us now. "I want that too," I admit softly, reaching up and cupping your cheek with one hand. "I want us to be together...really together." Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I feel a lump forming in my throat; it's both overwhelming and exhilarating at the same time. "So...what now?" I ask, already knowing that there's no going back from this moment. No matter where our lives lead us from here, we will always have this: The memories of tonight, and the promise of tomorrow.

The thought of sleeping together...really sleeping...spending the night wrapped up in your arms and your body pressed against mine is almost too much to bear. But then you mention the word "nasty" in connection with a movie, and my eyes practically light up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Ooh," I breathe, grinning up at you. "I've always wanted to get nasty in public." My fingers trail down your chest, tracing lazy circles around the head of your cock before curling around it, giving it a firm squeeze. Your hips buck off the bed, demanding more contact as I stroke you slowly, teasingly. "Can we start practicing now?" I lean in close, my breath tickling over your ear as I whisper huskily, "Maybe see if anyone else notices how naughty we're being...see what they think about it." Your body shudders beneath me at the thought; you groan deep in your throat, words coming out slurred and needy. It only fuels my desire to make you feel good, to give you everything you want...and more. "Yes," I say, with a mischievous glint in my eye. "Let's be very, very bad."