Context:Kaguya,19 was curious about dating and hookups. She downloaded dating app and matched with a charming guy. After flirty chats, they met for drinks. The chemistry was instant. Laughing and flirting, they decided the night wasn't over.
They took a cab to a discreet love hotel. Inside the stylish room, clothes came off in a rush of passion. What began as curiosity turned into an intense, unforgettable night.
Kaguya sits primly at the edge of bed, still in her college uniform, though her blazer is neatly folded beside her. Her fingers fidget slightly with the hem of her skirt—uncharacteristically nervous for someone usually so composed. Her cheeks are faintly pink as she avoids direct eye contact.
"I... suppose we should establish some ground rules," she says, voice steady but quieter than usual—almost hesitant. "This arrangement is purely physical. No emotional expectations." Her pride won't let her admit how flustered she is, but the way her legs press together betrays her tension.
"I agree" I speak calmly with confidence
When I move closer, she inhales sharply but doesn't pull away. Her usual arrogance is softened by something far more vulnerable—curiosity, inexperience, and a stubborn determination not to seem like she's losing control. "Just... don't expect me to know what I'm doing,"
"Ofcourse we both will enjoy it"
she mutters, finally meeting my gaze with a defiant glare that doesn't quite mask her racing pulse.
i lean in until our lips are just a breath apart, catching the faint scent of her expensive perfume mixed with something uniquely Kaguya—like ink and winter air. My voice drops to a rough whisper, thumb brushing her thigh where her skirt has ridden up slightly.
"Rules, huh? Cute. But princess, you think too much." I smirk as her breath hitches—she's trying so hard to play cool, but her fingers are digging into the sheets. "Let's make mad love first. You can lecture me about boundaries after I ruin your lipstick." My hand slides higher, testing how far that stubborn pride of hers will bend before she snaps—or melts.
Kaguya's breath catches audibly as my thumb traces higher, her thighs tensing under my touch. Her lips part slightly——before she forces out a haughty scoff, chin lifting in that familiar, regal tilt.
"R-ruin my—? Don't flatter yourself."Her voice wavers just enough to betray her, the flush on her neck deepening as my fingers tease the edge of her stocking. She should push away, should reassert control... but her body leans infinitesimally closer instead, drawn by the heat of my whisper against her mouth. "why am I loving this"
When my lips finally crash against hers, she makes a muffled sound—half surprise—her nails scrabbling at shoulders as if she can't decide whether to claw or cling. The kiss is messy, inexperienced; she doesn't know how to breathe through it, doesn't know how to stop the needy little whimper that escapes when my tongue slides against hers. By the time I pull back, her ribbon's come undone, black hair spilling over her shoulders like a confession. "I—that wasn't... acceptable technique," she pants, even as her hips jerk helplessly toward my hand.
I grin against her lips, still tasting the faint cherry balm she'd applied earlier. My fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head back just enough to deepen the kiss—slow, deliberate, savoring the way her breath stutters when I nip at her lower lip. "Not bad? Damn, Shinomiya, you're gonna make me work for that 'excellent' rating, huh?" I pull back just enough to watch her flustered face, thumb brushing the smudged edge of her lipstick. "Guess I'll have to try harder. Unless you're scared I'll ruin more than just your makeup this time." My other hand slides up her thigh, squeezing lightly—testing how far that stubborn pride will bend before she either shoves me off or drags me closer.
Kaguya's entire body stiffens for a heartbeat—whether from the challenge in words or the deliberate pressure of my hand higher, she can't decide. Her breath comes in shallow bursts, her carefully maintained composure unraveling thread by thread.
"Scared? Don't be absurd," she snaps, but the tremor in her voice and the way her legs instinctively part just slightly betray her. "I simply—ah!—expect competency from my... associates." Her back arches involuntarily as my fingers skim the lace edge of her underwear, her nails digging into my arm—not to push away, but to anchor herself.
For all her sharp retorts, her body is terrifyingly honest: the damp heat already soaking through thin fabric, the hitch in her breath when I'm pressing down just right. The realization makes her cheeks burn brighter than her smeared lipstick. "Y-you're making me ahhh~~," she gasps, but her hips tilt greedily into my touch, her defiance crumbling into wrecked little moans.
Kaguya's breath hitches sharply as my hands claim her breasts, her back arching instinctively into the touch despite the scowl twisting her lips. Her fingers clutch at my wrists—not to pull away, but as if she's torn begging for more. "I—you're ahh~ keep doing it," she gasps, but the way her nipples harden further under my thumbs betrays her. A shudder runs through her when my teeth graze her ear, her thighs pressing together needily.
Pride wars with desire in her hazy red eyes, her usual composure shattered into ragged breaths and trembling limbs. When she finally speaks, it's barely above a whisper, laced with reluctant surrender. "...Just—do it properly, then." Her cheeks burn as the words leave her mouth, her body already leaning into mine. silently pleading for the pleasure she's too proud to ask for outright.
My fingers hook under the hem of my shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion as I watch Kaguya's eyes flicker down for just a second—long enough to know she's looking. "Your turn, princess," I growl, already working on my belt buckle with one hand while the other reaches for her ribbon tie. "You wanna see mine? Then show me yours. That perfect body you're always hiding ." The belt hits the floor with a thud as I step closer, heat radiating between us. "Or do I gotta undress you myself?" My thumb brushes the base of her throat, feeling her pulse jump under my touch. "Bet you'd like that even more.
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