The room was heavy with the scent of their earlier passion, musk and sweat mingling in the warm air of Takumi's dorm.
Kei remained straddled in his lap, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, his release warm and sticky inside her. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his hair cascading like a curtain around their faces.
Her breaths came in soft pants, but her eyes, usually guarded, always calculating, held a spark of something new, trust, desire, a willingness to let go.
Without a word, she slid down his body, knees hitting the mattress as she positioned herself between his legs. Takumi watched her, his cock still semi-hard and glistening from their joining, twitching at the anticipation.
Kei's hands wrapped around the base, her fingers barely meeting around his ten-inch girth, and she looked up at him through her lashes, a mix of shyness and boldness in her gaze.
"I've... never taken one this big all the way," she admitted softly, voice husky from moaning. But there was determination there, a gyaru's pride pushing her forward.
She leaned in, lips parting to kiss the tip gently, tasting their combined essence, salty, tangy, intoxicating. Her tongue flicked out, swirling around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge before she sucked lightly, drawing a low groan from him.
Takumi's hand threaded into her hair, not forcing, just guiding. "Take your time," he murmured, though his hips shifted subtly, urging her on.
Kei obliged, opening wider and taking him inch by inch into her mouth. The stretch made her cheeks hollow, her jaw aching slightly from his thickness, but she relaxed her throat, breathing through her nose as she bobbed slowly. Saliva coated him, dripping down the shaft as she worked more in, four inches, five, six.
She gagged softly when he hit the back of her throat, eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she pushed further, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, humming faintly to send vibrations through him.
"Fuck, Kei..." Takumi hissed, his grip tightening in her hair. The sight of her, blonde locks dishevelled, lips stretched obscenely around him, mascara smudging from the effort, was mesmerizing.
She took another inch, then another, her throat constricting around the head as she deepthroated him fully. Her nose brushed against his pelvis, all ten inches buried in the wet heat of her mouth and throat.
She held there for a moment, swallowing around him, the contractions milking him like a vice.
Tears pricked at her eyes from the strain, but she pulled back slowly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Then she dove back in, faster this time, bobbing with increasing rhythm, taking him all the way each time now that she'd adjusted. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, her hands stroking the base in sync with her mouth.
Takumi's breaths grew ragged, pleasure coiling tight in his gut as she sucked harder, her tongue working magic on every withdrawal.He didn't last long under her assault.
"Kei... I'm gonna..." he warned, but she didn't stop, humming her approval. With a guttural groan, he came, hips bucking as thick ropes pulsed down her throat. She swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, her throat working until he was empty. Only then did she pull off, licking her lips with a satisfied, breathless smile.
"How was that?" she asked, voice rough, crawling back up to kiss him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue.
Takumi flipped her onto her back in response, his recovery swift, cock already hardening again from the erotic display. "Incredible," he growled, but his eyes darkened with a rougher intent.
The first round had been intimate, vulnerable, this one would be raw, dominant. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his free one roaming down her body, squeezing her breast hard enough to make her yelp, then trailing lower to part her thighs roughly.
Kei arched into his touch, her body responding eagerly despite the shift in tone. "Takumi... yes," she moaned as his fingers plunged into her without preamble, two, then three, curling harshly to stretch her, pumping fast.
She was still slick from before, his earlier release mixing with her arousal, making obscene wet sounds. He leaned down, biting at her neck, leaving marks that would bruise tomorrow, claiming her in a way that matched the scar she'd shown him.
"Turn over," he commanded, releasing her wrists. Kei complied quickly, rolling onto her hands and knees, ass presented to him, her scar visible along her side as she arched her back. Takumi positioned himself behind her, one hand gripping her hip bruisingly while the other fisted in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat.
He rubbed his cock against her folds, teasing her clit with the head before slamming in without warning, all ten inches in one brutal thrust.
Kei cried out, the sudden fullness bordering on pain, but pleasure exploded through her as he bottomed out, hitting deep.
"Oh fuck... Takumi!" Her walls clenched around him, adjusting to the rough intrusion. He didn't give her time to breathe, pulling out almost fully before thrusting back in hard, setting a punishing pace.
The bed rocked with each impact, her breasts bouncing, ass jiggling from the force. Takumi's hand left her hair to slap her ass, sharp, stinging smacks that left red handprints, drawing whimpers from her that quickly turned to moans.
"You're mine tonight," he growled, leaning over her to bite her shoulder, his free hand slipping around to rub her clit roughly, fingers pinching and circling. Kei pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body on fire, every slap, every deep penetration sending her higher.
Sweat slicked their skin, her blonde hair sticking to her back as he pounded into her relentlessly, the room echoing with skin-on-skin slaps and her escalating cries.
Then, her phone buzzed on the nightstand, vibrating insistently, the screen lighting up with "Hirata <3" and a photo of her boyfriend's smiling face.
Kei's eyes widened, a gasp escaping mid-moan. "Don't...ah!... answer that!"
But Takumi smirked, reaching over without slowing his pace. He grabbed the phone, swiping to answer as he continued thrusting deep and hard, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls.
"Hello?" Hirata said casually, voice steady despite the exertion.
Hirata's voice came through, cheerful and oblivious. "Kei? Hey, just checking in. You said you'd call after your study session. Everything okay?"
Takumi pressed the phone to Kei's ear, his hips never faltering, slamming into her with rhythmic force, his fingers still working her clit. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped as a muffled whimper.
"Y-yeah, Hirata... I'm... oh!... fine. Just... busy."
Takumi leaned down, whispering in her other ear, "Tell him you're with a friend." He punctuated it with a particularly hard thrust, grinding deep inside her.
Kei's voice cracked. "I'm with a friend... Hasebe. We're... talking about the island exam."
Another moan threatened, her body trembling as pleasure built, the thrill of the risk heightening everything. Hirata chuckled on the line.
"Okay, cool. Don't stay up too late. Love you."
"L-love you t-too... ah!" She barely got it out before Takumi twisted his hips, hitting her G-spot dead-on. The call ended with a click, Hirata none the wiser.
Takumi tossed the phone aside, both hands now gripping her hips as he fucked her even harder, rough, animalistic thrusts that made her knees buckle. "Good girl," he praised, voice strained.
Kei shattered then, her orgasm ripping through her violently, walls spasming around him, a scream tearing from her throat as waves crashed over her, juices squirting slightly around his cock.
The tight clench pushed him over. As her body milked him, Takumi thrust deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt in doggy position. He released with a roar, hot pulses flooding her depths, filling her completely as his hips jerked erratically.
They collapsed together, spent and panting, his weight pressing her into the mattress as aftershocks trembled through them both.
Kei turned her head, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips despite the roughness. "You... you're dangerous," she whispered, but there was no regret, only a deepening pull toward him.