A/N: A guy with no knowledge of the series woke up as Yosuke after his death. He decided to live his new life pursuing his dream, being a photographer, which happened to be in line with the previous Yosuke's desire. Due to butterflying away part of canon, he never met Marin nor Wakana... until now.
Warning: This contains cheating. No NTR, since that would require degrading at least 1 of the couple, so this is just cheating. (SI Yosuke x Marin)
The convention center buzzed with life, packed wall to wall with excited fans, whirring cameras, and a kaleidoscope of costumes. Marin Kitagawa stood out even among the crowd. Her cosplay was a vibrant and flawless replica of its character. Wakana Gojo had worked magic again. Too bad he wasn't here to see it.
She sighed, adjusting the wig just slightly as another group passed by and asked for a photo. She gave them a cute pose, smiling through it, but her heart wasn't in it. Not without Wakana anyway.
That's when she noticed him. Leaning back, a young man in his early twenties with a camera slung over his shoulder and dressed in casual but clean black jeans, plain white tee, and stylish jacket. He gave her a nod as he lifted the camera and clicked.
Marin adjusted her blonde wig again and grinned widely for the camera. She posed confidently in the outfit Wakana had painstakingly crafted for her. The convention attendees bustled past in a colorful blur of costumes and excitement around her.
"That cosplay's amazing," he said, voice low and smooth. "You made it yourself?"
Marin beamed a little, feeling proud. "Nope, my boyfriend did. He's a pro."
"Well, he nailed it. But you… You wear it like it's a second skin." His eyes lingered just a little longer than usual, but not in a creepy way. He was admiring the piece of art that Wakana made. "Mind if I get a few more shots?"
"Sure!" she chirped, striking another pose, then another and another. The camera snapped. He guided her with tiny adjustments.
"Look up a bit—yeah. Tilt your hips—perfect." Snap. Snap. "Damn… you're good at this."
"That's perfect, Marin!" Yosuke called out from behind the camera, snapping another quick photo. "Now just tilt your chin down a bit and give me your best 'I'm badass but cute' look."
They talked between shots. She learned his name is Yosuke and introduced herself too. Yosuke is a semi-pro photographer. He loved capturing cosplay and artistry. Marin was honestly a little charmed by the intensity with which he put into the job. Or at least she would be if she didn't already have Wakana, who put the same intensity and love into the cosplay.
Marin placed one hand on her hip and tilted her chin up slightly to act cocky. "Like this?"
"Exactly like that!" He took a few more shots with a smile. "Seriously, this cosplay suits you perfectly. Your boyfriend is really talented."
"I know, right?" She relaxed her pose a little cheeks slightly flushed. "He worked super hard on it, but he couldn't come today. He's feeling sick."
"That's a shame." Yosuke lowered his camera and glanced around the crowded space. "You know, it's kind of too crowded for good photography here. The lighting isn't great and there's not much space. You deserve better shots than these rushed ones."
She tilted her head in curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"Well..." He smiled gently. "I have a small studio set up at my apartment nearby. Good lighting, quiet, plenty of time to try out poses. You could get some really high-quality cosplay photos, maybe something to show off to your boyfriend."
Marin hesitated, her eyes flicking toward the busy crowd. She hadn't expected to go off alone with someone she'd only just met, but the prospect intrigued her. Plus, Yosuke seemed genuinely friendly and professional. He's also really enthusiastic about photography, so she doubts he had any ulterior motive for inviting her.
"Um, okay sure!" she finally agreed. "Let's take some epic photos then!"
His apartment turned out to be neat and cozy with an impressive photography setup in the corner of his living room. Marin glanced around the place, admiring the equipment as Yosuke adjusted his camera and prepared things.
"Okay, Marin, stand right over here," he instructed, gently guiding her to the spot in front of the soft lights. "We'll take some simple shots first to warm up, okay?"
She nodded and moved into position.
Yosuke moved around the set with a gentle confidence that put her at ease. She barely even felt nervous. Yosuke clicked away, softly encouraging her and praising each small movement. Marin had to admit, this was much better than her photos at the convention.
"You're a natural at this, Marin. The camera really loves you."
Her cheeks grew warm at his praise. "Thanks! It's super fun actually!"
He paused after a few minutes, looking thoughtful. "Your outfit is amazing, really accurate to the character. But um..." He hesitated, "I think maybe the top could be slightly more open for a few photos? Just to capture the vibe from the anime a bit better? If you're comfortable with it, of course."
Marin thought about it for a second and nodded, "Sure!" The character she's cosplaying as is a little more open, even by today's standards. Marin undid two buttons, making her cleavage a bit more visible. The soft curves of her breasts were now accentuated by the costume. Her cheeks heated up a little, but Yosuke's professional attitude reassured her.
"Okay, like this?" She asked, striking a pose.
He smiled encouragingly. "Perfect. Hold that pose."
She posed again with confidence as Yosuke snapped away. Each click made her feel strangely empowered, sexy, and desired. She found herself smiling wider with each snap.
After a few more photos, Yosuke paused again, a subtle glint in his eyes. "You know, Marin. These are coming out amazing. But..." His voice softened with gentle excitement. "There's a really iconic scene in the anime where the costume's top becomes undone, and she leans forward just a bit provocatively. It's tasteful but suggestive. Do you think you could pose like that for me?"
Marin hesitated, slightly surprised by the request. "Uh-huh. I remember that scene..."
"If you're comfortable, could we recreate it? I think it'd look incredible with you."
Marin hesitated again, feeling a strange rush in her core. She chewed her lip and glanced at him. This felt risky, a bit naughty even, but something about it thrilled her. Plus, Yosuke had been nothing but professional so far.
"Sure, why not?" Marin swallowed down the nervous lump in her throat and posed as Yosuke suggested. She undo buttons on the top and leaned forward, arching her spine so that her breasts were more prominent, then glanced up at him with a flirtatious smile. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," he breathed, snapping away quickly.
She felt vulnerable now, but undeniably exhilarated as Yosuke's encouraging voice directed her gently. He guided her to tilt her head slightly, part her lips softly. Each click seemed louder, each compliment warming her from within.
"These are beautiful, Marin," Yosuke murmured gently, pausing to show her the result of the photo. She blushed at how sensual, yet still tasteful, she looked. "See? You're absolutely stunning."
"Oh wow..." Her breath caught, feeling slightly flushed. "I didn't realize I could look so..."
"Sexy? Breathtaking? Amazing?" He smiled softly, making Marin giggle.
"Yeah. Kinda."
Yosuke hesitated, then lowered the camera slightly. "We could do a few more... daring ones, if you want. I want to highlight the confident and playful nature of the character. I feel like you will be able to pull it off, really bring the character to life."
Marin's breath quickened, a nervous excitement buzzing through her body. Part of her wanted to refuse, but another part of her felt curious, excited, and more than a little daring. She found herself slowly nodding instead.
"Just a few more then." Marin chewed her lip again. "But... nothing too extreme."
He nodded. "Of course." He smiled confidently again. "Thank you for trusting me, Marin. I'm going to make sure that these photos are the best we can possibly get!"
Marin took a deep breath, feeling both nervous and excited. "Okay then."
Before Marin even realized how far she'd gone, she was standing in Yosuke's apartment in just her underwear. Her top was draped over the back of a chair. Her skirt was discarded nearby. All that remained were her lacy black panties and matching bra that barely contained her soft bouncing tits.
Marin wasn't even sure when it had happened exactly. One moment she was nervously pulling the neckline of her cosplay down for just a slightly racier pose… and now here she was, standing in Yosuke's warm apartment studio in nothing but her panties. Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, excitement and nerves mingling in a dizzying rush.
She had a sense that she'd gone too far. But she'd gone so far that it was too late to turn back now. She stood, facing away from Yosuke with her chest heaving as he snapped away behind her.
"There you go, Marin... just perfect," Yosuke murmured, gently raising the camera again. His voice was calm and professional but there was an unmistakable edge of excitement in his tone now. "Tilt your hips just a bit for me. Gorgeous."
She shifted slightly, obeying him instinctively. Her cheeks flushed red at the quiet snap of the camera as Yosuke captured the gentle curve of her waist and thighs. The realization she was nearly naked in front of him sent a sweet thrill dancing down her spine.
"God, Marin…" Yosuke murmured as he circled her slowly, camera in hand, every click echoing like a heartbeat. "You're killing it with these pics!"
"I um... Yosuke, are you sure these are... tasteful?" she asked softly, suddenly aware how exposed she was. Her fingers played nervously with the edge of her panties.
"You look incredible," he said firmly. "Here, let me show you."
He showed her the camera screen and Marin blushed deeply. Her figure was revealed as sensual and delicate, yet somehow still playful and innocent. Her bra was accentuated to make her breasts look larger, the lace at the edges pushing the round curves upward. Her panties were black and lacy, showing off her plump ass. She could hardly believe how how seductive and alluring she appeared in the photos.
"Wow... I can't believe that's me."
He smiled warmly. "That's exactly how you look, Marin. Beautiful, sexy, playful, but also innocent."
The praise made her blush deepen and she felt butterflies stirring low in her belly.
Yosuke stepped back again. "Now, um... let's try a slightly more provocative pose. You know, just to capture the vibe from that famous scene. Turn around, lean forward a little, and um... bend over slightly. I'll direct you."
Marin laughed nervously, her heart thundering, but the excitement overwhelmed her hesitation. "Okay... like this?"
She turned slowly shyly bending forward a little feeling the fabric of her panties stretch tight across her ass. Marin's cheeks flushed deep red as she imagined what Yosuke was seeing through his lens.
"Perfect," he whispered, snapping photos quickly. His voice held a slight tremor now clearly affected by the sight before him. "Just gorgeous... your figure is incredible."
Marin felt warmth spread through her body at his words, her confidence returning slightly. She wiggled playfully, the provocative pose emboldening her. Yosuke chuckled softly at her antics.
"Wow, you're getting into character, huh?"
She laughed, looking back over her shoulder and winking cheekily. "Maybe just a little! It's fun, right?"
He nodded warmly, adjusting the camera again. "You're definitely a natural. Now, um... turn back around facing me and um..." he hesitated a bit "maybe push your breasts together slightly? It really emphasizes the sexy and playful aspect."
Marin blushed deeply but giggled softly, lifting her hands slowly and pressing her soft breasts together gently between her fingers. Her cleavage was now deep and plump.
"Oh wow. That's amazing. You're incredible." Yosuke whispered. His voice was husky and clearly captivated. Marin felt his excitement mirrored inside herself warmth blossoming through her with each click of the shutter.
She bit her lip softly as Yosuke paused again, gently clearing his throat. "Okay, um... one last pose? It's pretty provocative, but it's iconic. Pretend to um... touch yourself? You know, that coverpic where the male lead walked in on her? You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but..."
Marin's cheeks flamed scarlet. The photo in question was one of the most popular covers from the anime. The scene was iconic for how bold and risque it was, a female character being caught in the middle of pleasuring herself.
She swallowed hard. Her heart thundered in her chest as she hesitated. But the idea ignited something undeniable inside her, a thrill she couldn't quite deny. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly nodded, shyly smiling at him with nervous excitement.
"I'll... I'll try it," Marin murmured softly. "Like... like this?"
Her hand drifted gently down across her smooth belly, her fingers teasingly playing along the waistband of her panties. Marin let her head tilt back slightly, parting her lips in a soft, breathy sigh. Her eyes looked heavy-lidded with arousal.
"Yes... yes, exactly like that," Yosuke agreed, snapping another photo. His voice shook slightly now, clearly as affected as she was. "You're stunning, Marin. Just perfect."
Marin held the pose, her heart racing and breath catching softly. She found herself losing track of time and herself in the excitement and eroticism of the moment. Each click of the camera each whispered praise from Yosuke pushed her deeper into this new intoxicating sensation.
She looked up at Yosuke, slowly noticing the clear desire now visible on his flushed face. Their eyes met briefly, the air between them suddenly charged with an unspoken tension.
"Wow, um..." Marin giggled shyly, feeling both exposed and exhilarated. "This got a little intense, didn't it?"
"Yeah... Do you want to keep going?"
Marin hesitated only a moment. She felt like going any further would be irresponsible, but she also didn't want to stop now. Something about Yosuke made her feel safe and free to experiment, even if she had no idea what she was doing.
"I... I think so," she whispered, biting her lip. "Maybe just... a little more?"
Marin held her pose, her hips pushed out and her ass invitingly arched toward Yosuke's camera as he clicked away steadily. The air was thick with heat and tension. She felt her panties growing wet between her thighs, and she bet Yosuke could see it too. She blushed deeply and glanced at him over her shoulder, her breath coming quickly.
"Perfect, Marin," Yosuke whispered, clearly enthralled. His voice shook slightly as he snapped another shot. "Just a little more..."
Marin giggled softly, playfully wiggling her hips, feeling incredibly daring and more than a little excited. She glanced back, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "You like this pose, huh?"
"Very much," he admitted, voice hoarse with barely contained desire.
Then suddenly- smack! Marin yelped in surprise as Yosuke's hand firmly slapped her ass. The sharp sting jolted her forward, a warm sensation quickly spreading across her skin. Her cheeks flushed deeply, her eyes wide in shock, and her breath was caught in her throat.
Yosuke immediately pulled back, camera almost slipping from his grip as he stumbled backward. "Oh- oh shit! Marin, I'm sorry- I didn't mean- I don't know why I did that!"
He genuinely looked mortified, cheeks reddening with embarrassment as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
But Marin felt something completely unexpected. Instead of being upset, she felt warmth bloom deep within her belly. The sting from the slap now fading into a pleasurable tingle. She hesitated only a moment before softly laughing, shyly glancing back at him with flushed cheeks.
"It's um-it's okay," she whispered softly. "I...I kinda didn't mind."
He blinked, surprised, slowly regaining composure. "Wait, seriously?"
Marin nodded shyly, heart thumping in her chest as she bit her lip, excitement flickering through her. She quickly grasped for an excuse to cover her embarrassment, even though she knew deep down that wasn't necessary.
"I-I mean, um... It might actually make the photo look better," she murmured with a shy, playful smile. "You know, if my ass is a little red? For the aesthetic?"
Yosuke stared for a moment, slowly realizing what she meant. Relief and desire were visible in his expression. "Oh, yeah... You're right. It might add to the image. If you're really okay with it?"
She blushed deeper but nodded eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement. "I trust you, Yosuke. You can do it again. I-I want you to."
His smile widened, eyes darkening slightly with desire. Marin slowly arched her back again, gently pushing out her ass toward him invitingly.
This time, Yosuke didn't hesitate. His hand connected again. A firm smack against her soft, round ass that echoed through the apartment. Marin gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut as the stinging sensation brought with it a mix of pleasure. She could feel a new dampness between her legs grow bigger.
"Ahh...oh wow," she whispered softly, voice dripping with genuine arousal. "That...felt good."
Yosuke chuckled gently, his voice tender but clearly eager now, "Good. Let's take a few more just like this..."
She nodded, shifting her hips slightly as Yosuke's camera snapped before he smacked her ass again.
Marin felt her pulse quicken sharply as Yosuke delivered one final slap firm enough to send a sharp sting radiating through her ass cheeks. She whimpered softly, her body trembling slightly. The sensation felt intoxicating and hot against her sensitive skin.
Yosuke took one last photo, the camera clicking in sync with Marin's latest little cry. Then stopped in silence for a moment. Just the sound of her shaky breath passing through the apartment.
Her body was trembling. She was still bent over, still holding the pose with that same mix of thrill and nervousness she'd carried since the first unbuttoned top, but more overpowering. She looked back at him over her shoulder, hair loose and falling over her cheek, lips parted slightly with baited breath.
"Yosuke…" she said softly, voice hoarse.
"Wow...it's really red now," he murmured softly. He set the camera down carefully, then stepped forward. His hand landed on her ass again, but not with a slap this time. He cupped it slowly and firmly. His palm felt cool against her reddened skin, his fingers sinking into the soft curve. Marin twitched a little, gasping at the touch, but didn't pull away. "Does it hurt, Marin?"
She shivered, the gentle touch soothing and electrifying at once, making her knees weaken slightly. "Mmnh...just a little...but it's good. I-I mean, it feels kinda nice..."
He smiled softly, his fingertips gently massaging her flushed skin. "Here, let me make the pain go away."
He began to knead his palm slowly, spreading her ass with his fingers and gently easing the tension from her muscles. She shuddered as she felt the tightness of her pussy throb with need. Marin swallowed, a sweet tingling sensation radiating through her body, every nerve feeling electrified. Her panties were soaked now. She could feel them clinging to her folds.
"God," he whispered. "You're so fucking hot, Marin."
She laughed nervously, still blushing. "You're… really good at this." She pushed her ass back toward his palm again, a silent plea for more of his touch. She was almost desperate now.
He chuckled, his fingers sliding from her ass cheeks to her thighs, moving up and down slowly as he massaged her, rubbing her supple skin gently. His voice was low, dark, "I'm so fucking hard right now. You have no idea how much I want to just take you right now..."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced over her shoulder again. His thumb brushed against her folds through her panties, sending a jolt through her body.
"W-wait! I'm dating someone, Yosuke. I'm with Wakana," she stammered, her voice shaking.
Yosuke paused behind her, his hands still warm on her ass. There was a brief but heavy silence. Then he moved closer, his chest pressing gently to her back, his cock hard and obvious behind his jeans was pressed up against her ass. He might have originally invited her for a photoshoot, but now he wanted more.
"I get that," he said, carefully wording things to take advantage of the moment. "And we don't have to do anything that crosses that line."
She blinked, surprised. "But you're… I mean…"
He nodded and leaned in a little more, his hands running along her waist, then back to her thighs. "What if we just… rubbed against each other? No going all the way. You're not cheating if there's no... you know..."
Marin's breath caught in her throat, and she felt slightly overwhelmed. Her first instinct was to protest, but then one of Yosuke's hands slid under her belly and pulled her back against him. His cock had sprung freed from the confined of his pants and nestled between her thighs, right where her panties were soaked and hot.
"It's just rubbing," he whispered into her ear. "You keep your promise to Gojo. And I get to feel how sexy you are."
Marin bit her lip. Her mind was spinning, but her body… her body was answered for her. She was grinding back into him now without even realizing it. Her panties were sticky and hot, clinging to her wet pussy as she slowly started moving against him. Yosuke groaned softly, his hips pressing to hers, the head of his cock sliding against the fabric of her panties and pressed up against her clit.
"It's just a little rubbing," he whispered into her ear.
"Just rubbing," she murmured. "That's all."
Yosuke smiled and started to move with her. He grinded aginst her pussy slowly and steadily, the fabric of their clothes adding an extra layer of excitement and friction. The gentle sound of their moans and groans filled the room.
Marin gripped the nearby couch cushion, her breath coming quicker and more urgently as Yosuke moved against her. Her own hips pressed back into him, her tits bouncing slightly against his crotch. She couldn't believe how good this felt, the rush of excitement and arousal mixing into a dizzying blur of sensations.
"God, you feel so good, Marin," he murmured against her ear. He hand moved under her bra, grabbed her boobs firmly, and began to gently knead them as they moved.
She moaned loudly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she arched her spine, pressing her ass back into him and her chest forward. "Mm-mnh...Yosuke...you feel good, too..."
Yosuke moved faster now, his cock sliding against her, both of them moaning softly. His fingers teased her nipples, pinching and tugging on them, sending a warm tingling sensation through her body.
After a while, Yosuke pulled back.
"God..." Yosuke muttered. His bulge dragged along her ass before he angel it down again, rubbing the head right over her slit through the fabric. "Bet it'd feel even better without these in the way."
Marin bit her lip, the heat rushing to her cheeks again. She didn't answer right away. She didn't trust herself to say anything. Her body was doing too much. Pushing back and grinding against him, chasing the pleasure. She whimpered when he gave her ass another squeeze, when the head of his cock lined up with her slit again, only the thin cotton of her panties separating them.
"You're soaking," he said.
She gasped. "Sh-shut up…"
"I mean it. With how wet you are, it'd feel amazing skin to skin."
He leaned in, voice low and husky as he whispered into her ear. "We're not fucking. I promised. But come on… just take these off. Lemme feel you properly. You know you want to, too... don't you?"
She hesitated again, but her hips didn't. They kept moving and rolling against him like her body was begging for more. The wet fabric was starting to chafe and didn't feel as good anymore.
"I don't know…" she whispered.
"It's not cheating," Yosuke said again as he unhooked her bra. "Just some skin-on-skin rubbing. You'll feel even better. Trust me."
His hand slid over her front, pulling her bra down with it, then down her belly, until it rested on the waistband of her panties. He didn't pull and just waited. Marin looked down at herself, at the faint twitching of her thighs, the glistening patch between them. Then, slowly, she reached down and put her hands on his.
"I can't believe I'm doing this…" she muttered, fingers trembling slightly as she pushed his down alongside her panties. They peeled off slowly, sticky with her arousal, dragging along the curve of her ass, down the back of her thighs, and on to the floor where she stepped out of them.
"Oh… fuck…"
He pressed right back into her, groaning when his cock nestled between her cheeks again, this time with nothing in between. Marin gasped loudly. The hot skin-on-skin contact made her pussy throb, sending a sharp, needy pulse right through her.
Her thighs shook. "Ahh… f-fuck…"
"There we go," he whispered, grinding against her slowly again. His hands spread her cheeks and his thumb played with her puckering asshole as he guide his length right along her slit. "That's better, right? You feel that?"
She nodded, moaning. "Y-yeah… I feel it…"
The shame buzzed in her head, but it was drowned out by her own pleasure. She was pushing back against him again, urging him on. His cock rubbed up and down her pussy lips, gliding between her wet lips without ever entering. It was a delicious tease, and the only thing keeping Marin from giving in to him was knowing they couldn't. Even though the desire was clawing at her from the inside out.
Yosuke gripped her hips and started moving faster. He was practically humping her ass now, and Marin could barely keep her head on straight. His fingers dug into her skin, but she didn't mind. The pain mixed with the pleasure in a confusing way, heightening her every sensation.
"Unhh… god… Yosuke…"
"You're leaking everywhere," he groaned. "You're so wet…"
"Shut up…" Marin gasped, cheeks flushed. Her hips bucked again, feeling needy and hot. "You're the one… mmmh..."
He groaned again, moving faster, his cock gliding through the mess between her thighs. Then suddenly-
"Shit-"
-he slipped. His cockhead nudged too high… and then slid past her lips in one push, buried halfway inside her soaked, clutching pussy. Marin gasped when the tip caught on her entrance. Her body jerked backward, her pussy swallowing even more of his cock.
Marin gasped and stiffened. "Ah—!"
Yosuke froze, hands tightening on her hips.
"Oh fuck-shit, Marin, I didn't mean to-" His voice hitched. He guinenly didn't meant to, "I slipped- fuck- I'll pull out right now-"
But he didn't move, her pussy feel too good for him to pull out, and Marin didn't say anything for a second. She blinked, her mouth hanging open, the feeling of him inside her, of his hot, hard length throbbing inside her, was intoxicating. She'd never felt full before, and he wasn't even all the way in. She'd never had something this thick and hard inside her.
"...Nnhh..." She swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. "Wait..."
Yosuke stayed frozen, still buried in her pussy.
"I-it's already in..." she said. Her voice trembled from the pleasure. Her body shook as her hips pushed back, just a little. "Just… don't stop."
Yosuke exhaled shakily, and then he moved again, slowly pushing forward until their hips met and her oft ass pressed up against his hips.
Marin moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa. She could feel every inch of him stretching her open. Her pussy clung to him, soaking him in wetness. Her walls fluttered around him. He felt so big inside her. The tip of his cock pressed against the end of her tunnel, pushing deeper than anything ever had.
There was no more pretending now.
Yosuke didn't wait. He drew back, then pushed into Marin again, slow and steady, then a little harder, and harder. Her thighs tensed, and her loud and breathy moan rose with it. She was so wet that he glided into her like silk. It was as if her body was welcoming him with no hesitation.
She moaned again when he thrust, and again when he did it harder. The sofa rocked with each movement. Her tits bounced freely beneath her with stiff nipples, swaying with every push.
She bent lower, arching her back more. Her hips tilted just right to let him pound down on her. "Mmmh... god, that feels good..."
"You're so tight," he grunted, fingers digging into her ass. "Fuck, Marin..."
"Ahh…hahh…Yosuke, don't stop-!" Marin gasped and moaned loudly, pushing her hips back against him eagerly, urging him deeper into her slippery hole. "Keep going! It's- so-mmnh-"
He drove into her harder, and she whimpered, feeling her whole body burning for more. Her pussy felt incredible, gripping and pulling at his cock, squeezing him rhythmically each time he drove in deep. Yosuke leaned forward, hands roaming over her flushed body, sliding up to squeeze and knead her tits, feeling the firm nipples hard under his palms.
"Unnh…oh ah-Yosuke...!" she cried out, her body trembling. She turned her head slightly, lips parted, eyes glazed over with pure lust. "H-harder… please! I need you to fuck me harder, Yosuke…!"
He growled softly and obeyed, pulling her body closer against him as he fucked her roughly, his cock driving deep and filling her completely. Marin moaned, her body bouncing lightly with each hard thrust. Her pussy gushed with juice dripping down her thighs with each stroke.
They were long past the point of pretending. Marin knew exactly what she wanted right now. Her head spun as pleasure overtook all rational thoughts. She shamelessly begged for Yosuke to keep going, her pussy gripping and sucking his cock as he rutted into her.
"Y-yes! Just like that! More! God, Yosuke, you feel so good!"
And he did, repeatedly, relentlessly, and without hesitation, giving her exactly what she begged for.
Yosuke drove into her hard again, groaning as Marin moaned louder. Her body was completely open to him now with her back arched, her ass held high, and her tits bouncing with every rough thrust. He noticed that her jiggling ass was still red from the earlier spanking.
"Ah-" she gasped, voice shaking. "It feels so… ahh-!"
Yosuke watched her for a moment. Then he raised his hand again and brought it down with a sharp smack on her ass.
Marin yelped, a high-pitched and breathy gasp that echoed through the apartment. Her body tensed and she bucked back against him, her pussy squeezing tight around his cock. The sting was maddening.
He remembered she liked being spanked, so he did it again. His palm struck her other cheek. A loud and satisfying smack excho through the room, and she moaned harder, her pussy quivering around his cock.
"You like that?" he panted and grinned. "You like getting your ass spanked while I fuck you?"
Marin whimpered, nodding fast. "Y-yeah- ah-I don't know why, it just—nnnh! It feels so good!"
Another hard slap, this one right on the curve of her ass where his hips met her, and her legs buckled a little. She squealed and collapsed, drooling onto the sofa as he kept pounding into her with the occasional spanking to keep her pussy tight and quivering.
"Mmmhh...so fucking sexy... it's incredible..."
Her whole ass was flushed red now. The sting turned into a pleasurable burn that only added to the overwhelming mix of sensations she was experiencing. Her nipples were stiff and rubbed against the leather of the couch, adding to her pleasure. Yosuke's cock pounded into her relentlessly, making her entire body shake.
Yosuke grabbed a handful of one cheek and squeezed hard, spreading her open even more so he could watch his cock slide in and out of her slick, twitching pussy.
Marin tried to talk, but it just came out as broken moans, each one louder than the last. She wanted it, wanted more. She wanted him to spank her again, to keep using her. And Yosuke does so. His hips slammed into her harder, and his hand came down on her ass again, and again, spanking her raw while she screamed for more.
Yosuke's hand clapped down on Marin's ass again and she shrieked, jolting forward—only for him to yank her back onto his cock, stuffing her full in one rough thrust that made her cry out, legs quaking.
"Ahh- I'm gonna -Yosuke, I'm-!"
Her pussy tightened hard around him, a loud, high-pitched wail filling the air as her orgasm hit. Her toes curled as her pussy gripped tight, quivering and twitching as the spasms ripped through her body. Juice gushed out, spraying against the sofa and dripping down her thighs.
Yosuke held her hips tight and didn't stop moving.
"Marin, god-!" Yosuke groaned, voice shaking as his orgasm was fast approaching too, "Shit-! I'm going to-!"
His thrusts became unsteady as his cock throbbed, the head swollen and aching as it slid in and out of her wet, clenching hole. Marin mewled, her eyes rolling back. Yosuke's nonstop moving only served to heighten her orgasm. It felt so good, her body shuddering from the constant onslaught of pleasure.
With one final thrust, he stilled, buried balls deep inside her. His cock throbbed as he came, thick spurts shooting deep into her soaking pussy. Marin shuddered as she felt it, her cunt clenching again, milking him as he filled her. Yosuke groaned as he pushed deeper, his cock jerking with each spurt as he unloaded all his cum inside her, flooding her pussy with warmth.
He stayed inside her until the twitching stopped. They were both breathless, sweaty, and spent. They slumped against the sofa, and silence followed.
Then Marin giggled. She felt too blissed out to even think about the situation she'd gotten herself into, and her brain was too hazy to process everything. It didn't matter to her at that moment.
"Well," she muttered, her voice hoarse. "That was definitely cheating."
"You're not mad? I mean, I finished inside," he said, slightly confused.
She sighed and turned her head, her hair sticking to her flushed face. She thought about it. A tiny part of her worried about getting pregnant, but most of her was just too fucked out to care.
"I mean… I should be. I should feel angry and guilty, right?"
Yosuke stayed quiet. He had a feeling it's best to just let her talk right now.
"But I don't," Marin continued. "I just… want a shower before I see Gojo again. That's all I'm thinking about right now."
Yosuke ran his hands along her hips then to her ass again, massaging them slowly. She twitched slightly but otherwise didn't move or say anything about it.
"No regrets?" he asked.
Marin scoffed, finally sitting up straight. His cock slid out of her with a wet sound and she gasped quietly. Her thighs were slick, messy and cum dribbled from her pussy to add to the mess. Her legs wobbled slightly as she tried to stand.
"I didn't say that," she muttered, brushing her hair back with a tired hand. "Just that I don't feel them yet."
Yosuke moved aside, letting her do what she wanted. She winced a little as she reached for her discarded bra, then her panties, both soaked and wrinkled.
"I'm gonna need to borrow a towel and your shower," she said.
Yosuke chuckled, "Yeah, yeah. I got you."
He picked her up in a princess carry before she could even object, Marin laughing as he carried her toward the bathroom.
"You're lucky you're so cute." Marin smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "And that you were good at that too."
"Would you believe it if I said this was my first time?" He said with a chuckle. Left unsaid was 'in this life.'
"No way!" Marin exclaimed. "That's got to be a lie! You're like... super good at this!"
"Oh, I can assure you that I am telling the truth." He shrugged.
"Well...that's surprising. I can't believe I took someone's virginity..." Marin seemed to think about it for a second before looking him in the eyes, "That's hot. Want to do it again in the bath?"
"Hell yeah!" Yosuke said with a grin.
Marin stood up and stretched, biting back another moan at the soreness between her legs and ass. Yosuke returned and handed her a towel. Their eyes met. His still a little hungry, but she's tired, though not unhappy.
"You gonna be okay?" he asked.
Marin gave him a lopsided smirk. "I'll live."
She walked past him, hips swaying despite the ache. She put her cosplay back on, but the wet stains on the panties would make it a bit awkward.
Yosuke stood there for a second, still half-hard and staring at her.
Once she was dressed again, it was as if nothing had happened. She turned toward him.
"Give me your number." Marin demanded.
Yosuke blinked in surprise and took out his phone. "Uh, sure."
She pulled out her phone and they exchanged numbers.
"I really like the photos you took. We should do this again," Marin said, putting her phone back in her purse. "Though... maybe without the cheating part next time."
Yosuke laughed awkwardly. "Yeah..."
Marin shrugged. "Eh... it was fun either way. I'll see you around, Yosuke."
She gave him a final smile before walking toward the door. She left Yosuke's apartment with a bit of a sway to her step, but she was already thinking about "her Wakana" and putting any thoughts of Yosuke to the back of her mind.
However, Yosuke had a feeling this won't be the last time they messed around.