It's a boring day and you don't have anything to do, so you go to Selena's room, you find her on the bed typing on her laptop and with her butt pointing out, she's wearing only a t-shirt and a pink thong, You remember a bet you made with Selena a couple of days ago that she would let you have sex with her just once

I know I'd look good in anything, moron. But that doesn't mean you can just barge into my room and- Sighs loudly Fine, fine. Just hurry up. I don't want to have to do this more than once if it can be helped. Get the condom from my drawer over there.

His lips touch mine and her body tenses up in surprise before responding, arching into him. It's not like she enjoys being kissed by him; no one could mistake the way she stiffens at the contact for desire. But after a few seconds of maintaining eye contact with him while their lips move together against each other, she suddenly fists her hand in his shirt and pulls him closer, angling herself upward so that he can feel how wet she is through their clothing. She's not going to make this easy for him; if he wants a fight, then that's what he's going to get. And maybe deep down inside... it feels kind of good to have someone finally show some interest in her like this.

The kiss goes on for several more seconds before Shiro abruptly pulls away from her, grinning as if satisfied with himself. She glares at him, panting slightly from the contact and wondering what else he has up his sleeve. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "get the condom." Her tone is clipped and commanding; she's done playing nice.

He smirks as he reaches over to her drawer, opening it and rummaging through until he finds a condom packet. It takes him a few more moments to unroll the latex over his erection, and during that time Selena keeps her gaze firmly fixed on something across the room, refusing to look at what he's doing. But eventually she feels the coolness of the rubber against her bare legs as he positions himself between them, readying himself for entry. Her heart is racing now; whether from anger or anticipation she isn't sure. "You better not hurt me," she growls through clenched teeth, her hips tensing in reaction to his touch

Her breath catches as he suckles gently at her sensitive nipple, arching into his touch with a quiet moan that she tries to mask by clenching her teeth. She glances down at the feel of his tongue flicking over her hardened bud, her eyes darkening further in arousal despite herself. He tastes so good...and knowing it's him underneath her, making her feel like this...it's incredibly infuriating. But she's not going to let it show. With a sharp glare, she reaches down and grasps his hair, pulling him off of her breast and straightening him up so that they're looking each other in the eye again. "Don't think this means I like you or something," she growls through clenched teeth.

And then, with a determined thrust, she pushes him inside her, taking his whole length in one swift motion. It feels...good, deeper than it ever has before; she can feel every inch of him filling her up as he lets out a soft groan at the contact. But she refuses to let herself enjoy it too much; she bites down on her lower lip and curls her fingers into fists by her sides, determined not to give him the satisfaction. "Just finish this already," she demands hoarsely through gritted teeth.

Her breath catches in her throat as he teases her sensitive bud with his tongue, flicking and licking so expertly that she has to bite back a moan. It's a different sensation than the feel of him inside her, deeper and more intense; it's almost too much. She grips the sheets beneath her as tightly as she can, barely managing to keep herself from rocking into his mouth. But even with her concentration focused on trying not to come just yet, she can't help but wonder what he's getting at.

Is he actually trying to turn this around? To make her think that maybe she wants him like this after all? She narrows her eyes at him, annoyance flaring anew despite the way his tongue feels against her. "You're pathetic," she growls through clenched teeth. "Just...finish it already."

His next words only serve to further enrage her. "I think you like being in control, don't you?" He asks, voice laced with amusement. "That's why you're always so uptight. Because deep down..." His tongue darts out to circle her clit faster, "...you want someone who can make you lose it." The taunting words burn inside her like a brand; they sting and chafe in the same way that his touch does, making her crazy with conflicting emotions.

She pushes against him roughly, nearly knocking him off-balance as she groans out his name through gritted teeth, unable to hold back any longer. "Shut up!" She gasps between clenched teeth, arching into his touch desperately now. "Just...make me cum..."

He takes her plea as a challenge and redoubles his efforts, su

Her back arches off the bed as another orgasm rips through her body, teeth gritted and breath coming out in sharp little gasps as she squirms under his touch. Her hips buck violently against his mouth, fingers digging into his hair as if to anchor herself to something real amidst the maelstrom of sensation that consumes her. She's not sure which feeling is stronger: anger or desire; all she knows is that she can't seem to find it within herself to fight him off any longer.

He doesn't let up, though, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on her sensitive flesh until he feels the tightening deep within her core and knows she's come again. With a satisfied groan, he pulls away from her, panting hard as he looks down at her flushed face and glistening body. "You like that?" He asks mockingly, arching an eyebrow. "You like being controlled, don't you?"

Her eyes narrow again in response to his taunts; anger surges back through her veins as if it had never been banished by pleasure. "I hate you," she manages to grit out between clenched teeth before throwing a pillow at his head. It connects with a satisfying thud, and Shiro chuckles as he catches it and throws it back at her in retaliation. The game continues for several more rounds, each time one of them feigns an orgasm or insult only to be met with a satisfied grin from the other. It's the closest thing they have to laughter, and Selena finds herself wondering if maybe he isn't as bad as she thought... but that's just crazy talk. Isn't it?

Eventually, their bodies cool down and their breath

She watches you, confused as you lean down and press your lips against hers in a soft kiss. His hands are warm on her skin as they cup her wrists, guiding them up to rest against his chest; muscles tense and defined beneath her fingertips. It's strange how she can feel both irritated and aroused at the same time when you're touching her like this...it's almost as if he knows just how to get under her skin, make her doubt herself.

She parts her lips slightly, allowing your tongue to slip between them and dance with hers, tentatively at first but growing bolder with each passing second. A quiet moan escapes her throat as she presses closer against you, feeling the solid weight of your erection pressed against her thigh through your pajama bottoms.

Her hands trail up from your chest, fingers tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, hungry for more contact with this foreign body that somehow seems so familiar to her at the same time. She can feel herself growing wet again between her legs just thinking about how good it felt when you were inside of her earlier...and now here you are, lips locked against hers and your hands roaming over her skin as if you have a right to touch her like this.

Part of her wants to push you away; to remind herself that this is all a stupid bet and nothing more. But the other part...the part that she keeps buried deep down where no one can see it...likes this. Likes the way your body feels against hers, likes the heat of your kiss and the roughness of your hands on her skin. For just a moment in time, it almost feels as if you really care about her, as if maybe...just maybe...you could be someone she could trust.

She pulls away from

She stares at your erect penis, feeling a mix of curiosity and trepidation wash over her. The sight of you like this makes something inside her ache with a strange mixture of desire and fear; she knows that if she takes you back into her body now, there will be no turning back. But the urge to feel you deep within her again is almost too much to bear...and so she reaches out slowly, taking the condom from your outstretched hand and carefully rolling it down over your length.

Her breath hitches as she looks up at you through her lashes, eyes meeting yours in a heated gaze. Her fingers trail lightly over your hip bone before moving to grip your thigh, pulling herself closer so that the head of your cock presses against her wet folds. She hesitates for just a moment, feeling the sharp sting of uncertainty pierce through her desire like a knife. But then she pushes aside those lingering doubts and guides you toward her entrance, letting out a quiet moan as you slide easily inside her once more.

It feels so good to have you back where you belong, filling her up in a way that no one else ever has. Her hips arch into your thrusts automatically, meeting each deep stroke with a needy groan as pleasure washes over her in powerful waves. She bites down on her lower lip, trying not to make too much noise as she climaxes hard around you, tight muscles convulsing and holding you close while her body quakes beneath your relentless touch.

When the sensations finally begin to ebb away, leaving only a dull ache in their wake, she looks up at you again with glazed eyes, wondering what this all means now that they've crossed this line together. The tension between them has dissip

She looks at you uncertainly before moving to straddle your hips, her legs spread wide as she leans forward and rests her hands on either side of your head. It's a powerful position that emphasizes the contrast between your bodies; her smaller, curvier frame against your broad shoulders and muscular chest. Her gaze meets yours in the mirror above the bed, and for a moment they hold each other there, neither one daring to make the first move.

But eventually, she can't help herself; something primal within her takes over and urges her forward. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to rock her hips back and forth against your erection, feeling the thick length of you slide sinuously through the tight sheath of latex. It feels so good to finally have this kind of control; the feel of you moving inside her in time with her movements sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight.

Her breath comes faster now, each exhale leaving a shaky moan in its wake as she gives herself over entirely to the sensation. She arches her back and tosses her head back, letting out a needy little whimper that only serves to spur her on further. Her hands slip from their perches on either side of your head, instead reaching up to clutch at your shoulders as she rides you harder and faster, lost in the heat of the moment.

It's not until she feels herself start to tremble on the brink of orgasm that she realizes how much noise they must be making; there are moans and whimpers and grunts filling the air as if it's been replaced by their need for release. It only serves to heighten her arousal, making each thrust feel deeper and more intense than before. With a sharp

With each word he speaks, each gaze he locks onto hers in the mirror, her heart begins to pound harder and faster against her ribcage. The sound of their bodies moving together - his thrusts into her and her hips rocking upward to meet them - only serves as a driving force behind her growing arousal. Her face flushes with color as she feels herself begin to lose control, the need for release nearly overwhelming her senses.

With a sharp gasp, she arches her back and throws her head back, tension coiling tightly in her belly. The tension snaps like an elastic band, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being as she comes hard around Shiro's thick length. Her cries echo through the room as she rides out the intensity of her orgasm, each thrust becoming sharper and more urgent in search of her own satisfaction.

When at last the last tremors subside, leaving only a deep ache behind in their wake, Selena collapses forward onto Shiro's chest, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. Her heart is racing faster than it ever has before, but she can't bring herself to regret this... whatever it was that just happened between them. For now, all she knows is that she needs more; she needs him.

She hesitates for a moment, wondering what he's thinking beneath her touch. His hands move down to cup her ass, squeezing gently before sliding upward to rest against her lower back, guiding her as she leans forward and places a soft kiss on his neck. Her lips brush over his smooth skin, leaving a trail of tiny goosebumps in their wake as she whispers, "That... was amazing." And even though the

It feels nice to be held by him like this; safe and warm and wanted. His skin is so smooth beneath her lips as she nuzzles into his neck, reveling in the feel of him beneath her. She wonders if maybe what they just shared meant something more than a stupid bet... but that thought is quickly dismissed before it can take root. They've both been through too much for something like this to be real, right?

She glances up at him from beneath her lashes, studying his features in the dim light. There's something about him that makes her heart race and her stomach flip-flop; it's impossible to ignore the way he makes her feel when they're together like this. But she can't let herself forget that she hates him... or at least, she thinks she does. It's confusing, having these conflicting emotions swirling around inside of her, making her question everything she thought she knew about herself and the world around her.

With a sigh, she decides not to think about it anymore for now. There will be plenty of time to sort through all those messy feelings later; right now, she just wants to enjoy this moment with him... even if it is only temporary. She leans in closer, pressing her body flush against his and breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, determined to savor every last second of what might be their only chance at this kind of closeness.

Her breath catches in her throat at his words; goosebumps immediately rise along her flesh as she feels an answering thrill deep within her. Without even thinking about it, she nods, a tiny shiver running through her body at the thought of being so exposed to him like that. "Deal," she whispers hoarsely, unable to meet his eyes as they burn into her from across the room.

With trembling fingers, she reaches down and undoes the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her full breasts to his hungry gaze. She watches as he sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, feeling a rush of power course through her veins that almost makes her dizzy with desire. Her nipples harden even more under his scrutiny, aching for his touch. Finally, she reaches out to tug gently on one of his piercings, drawing his attention back up to meet hers again.

His hands cup her ass once more, fingers digging in deep enough that it almost hurts but feels so good at the same time. She leans closer still, pressing their chests together and arching her back slightly to offer him easier access to her breasts. Her hips begin to move against his again, mindlessly grinding against his erection as if trying to find a way back into that sensation they just shared moments ago... the one where she was in control and he felt so good inside of her.

Her breath hitches as she looks into his eyes, feeling a rush of emotion clog her throat. She knows she shouldn't feel this way about him; they've only just started these bets, and everything between them is still just a game. But looking at him now, she can't help but wonder if maybe it could be more than that. If perhaps there might be some truth to the feelings she thought she'd buried long ago...

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice catching in her throat. "I want you." It's the most honest thing she's ever said to him; a confession that feels both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She leans forward, closing the distance between them until their lips are mere inches apart, and presses her mouth softly against his. The kiss is gentle at first, hesitant and unsure; but as he responds with equal tenderness, it deepens, becoming more demanding and passionate with each passing second.

Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer still, their tongues dancing together like they're trying to taste every inch of each other's mouths. This kiss feels different from the others; it feels real and raw and full of emotion that neither one of them can contain any longer. With a soft moan, she tilts her head slightly, inviting him deeper into their connection as he slides his hands up her back, cupping her breasts through the thin material of her shirt.

She arches her back again, pressing herself against him with all of her weight and desperation; needing to feel every inch of him pressed against her skin. His hard cock rubs insistently against her through their clothing, te

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes his cock inside of her; skin on skin against the most sensitive part of her body. It feels so good to be claimed like this, felt deep within her in a way that no other has before. Her hips automatically respond, meeting each thrust with a groan of pleasure as she feels him fill her up and stretch her more than ever before.

The lack of a condom brings an entirely new level of sensation to their coupling; the friction between them is intense and exhilarating, leaving them both desperate for release. With each thrust, she can feel him moving deeper inside her with every passing second, each time claiming more and more of her body as his own. She arches her back and presses herself against him, moaning softly into his mouth as they kiss, their tongues tangling together in a heated dance of need and desire.

The air around them is thick with the sound of their combined gasps and moans; it's almost painful how good it feels to be this close to him, so deep inside her where nothing else matters but the sensations that consume them both. With one final thrust, he buries himself completely within her, his hips jerking violently as he comes, filling her with his seed and sending her over the edge into an orgasm so powerful she sees stars behind her eyelids.

Her nails scrape across his back as her body convulses around him; waves of pleasure wash over her in a crashing wave that leaves her spent and dazed, but somehow more connected to him than ever before. For the first time since they met, she doesn't feel hatred or anger; all she can see is this beautiful man who has just given her the most amazing experience of her life.

She stares up at him in shock, her heart racing wildly in her chest as she tries to process what he's just said. It was a stupid bet... a stupid game they played... how could it ever be real? But there it is, sitting between them like an unspoken truth; the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't all fake after all.

Her hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer still. "Shiro..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from their rough exertions. He looks so different now...softer, more vulnerable somehow. It's a side of him she's never seen before; one that makes it impossibly hard for her to hate him any longer.

She studies his features in the dim light, noting the way his hair falls across his forehead and the small crease between his brows where he always frowns when he's concentrating. The marks on his skin are already beginning to fade where she scratched at him earlier; proof that even though they've been through so much, maybe they can find a way back to something resembling peace.

With another shaky breath, she leans up on one elbow and presses her lips gently against his jaw before pulling away again. "I don't know..." she says slowly, searching his face for some sign that maybe he doesn't feel the same way. But his expression only deepens; if anything it looks more intense than before."Maybe... I don't hate you either."

Her words hang heavy in the air between them, a weight somehow lessened by their honesty. They stare at each other for a long moment, uncertain and scared but also...strangely hopeful. It feels like everything has been leading up to this moment; as if