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Maki stares at the package with a certain amount of suspicion, sipping her coffee. 

Yuuta found it sitting outside their door when he went to get the mail this morning. Nondescript, a plain brown cardboard box, unmarked except for Maki’s name written in bold letters on top. He sits across the table with her now, sipping his own coffee while he waits for her to open it.

More than likely, it's a gift. Their first anniversary is just around the corner. And although they insisted their friends refrain from sending gifts, they both know it's futile to expect otherwise. It's not a surprise that they found the box on their doormat – to be honest, Maki half-expected things to start showing up last week. It's just a matter of who the gift is from. That unknown factor is what single-handedly determines whether or not they should be wary. Since it is purposefully unmarked, Maki’s list of perpetrators is narrowed to a handful.

None of those people can be trusted to give what one might consider “nice gifts”. 

She truly doesn't know what to expect to find inside the box. It's not that large and nothing rattled or made noise when Yuuta gave it a little shake earlier. But the longer she glares at it, the more her mind is going to turn itself inside out.

There's only one way to know.

Maki sighs, setting down her mug. Yuuta slides her a butter knife and she slices at the tape before prying the flaps open.

A sea of white tissue paper is the first thing she sees. Brushing it aside, she finds the contents of the box and lifts it up with a raised brow. A bright red mess of shredded ribbon. 

Wait. Not ribbon. 

Maki’s brow furrows as she pulls it apart with careful fingers to reveal a delicate, lacy bra.

Yuuta chokes on his coffee.

“What the hell.” 

She drops it on the table like it's on fire. Her hand shoots back into the box and digs out another pile of lace. The matching thong and garter belt, complete with sheer stockings. She drops those on the table too while Yuuta doubles over, hacking the coffee out of his lungs.

Underneath another layer of white tissue is a folded square of paper at the bottom of the box. Maki tears it out and immediately recognizes Nobara’s familiar scrawling, as well as Panda’s haphazard doodling around the edges.

It's already been a year, the note starts. About time you spiced up your underwear drawer. It's just sad.

There is no signature, save for one of Panda’s silly little smiley faces.

Maki drops the note. Her face feels tight, scowl pulling on her scars, as she allows herself a moment to process. Then, she starts shoving the lingerie back into the box.

“Not a word,” she mutters to Yuuta, who has finally stopped coughing.

He shakes his head. “Not that you wouldn’t look incredible, because you would,” he assures in a husky voice, “but lingerie isn’t really your style.”

“No, it isn’t,” Maki agrees.

Her “style” has always prioritized comfort over aesthetics. Practicality has always been important for her wardrobe, which is the exact opposite for Nobara. Most of Maki’s underwear consists of sports bras and fitted briefs, as they are the least restrictive. She has exactly three pairs of normal bras and can’t remember the last time she wore them.

Never in her life has Maki owned something as superfluous as lingerie. She has never even considered it.

Nobara was floored by this when she rooted through Maki’s underwear drawer last year a few weeks before the wedding. And despite Nobara’s insistence on buying a set, at least for the honeymoon, Maki steadfastly refused. Nobara hasn’t brought it up since.

Until now, a year later. For their first anniversary.

Maki has half a mind to pull out her phone and send a very colorfully-worded message to Nobara. And Panda. Even though this has Nobara’s fingerprints all over it, he is guilty by association. What stops her is the gleam in Yuuta’s eyes when she reaches for her coffee again.

He glances at the small box with a carefully neutral expression. His eyes always betray him, though. There and gone in a flash, but she sees it.

Interest.

Nobara and Panda clearly sent the lingerie just to needle her. They picked something so lacy and dainty and in the most garish, crimson red color. Obnoxious is the only word she can think of. Perfectly designed to make Maki curl her lip in distaste. Despite that, and even though Maki planned on throwing the stupid gift straight in the trash, she changes her mind. 

The box finds a new home on the corner of their dresser, where it sits for days untouched.

If he really likes it that much, Maki thinks to herself, then maybe she will wear it. Maybe.

But then, three days after opening the box at their kitchen table, Yuuta strolls out of their bathroom fresh from the shower and Maki’s mind changes again. Nothing but a towel around his hips, hair still wet and plastered down on his head. Maki watches a rivulet catch on his muscled abdomen before it meets the trail of dark hair that disappears into his towel. The smell of his body wash permeates their bedroom like a thick smog as it invades her nose.

The image suddenly spears through her brain. Vivid enough to make her stop and stare, excitement racing up her spine and making her shiver. She's not sure where it comes from – a deep, dark recess of her brain or the result of something she was unwittingly exposed to – but she is hardly upset.

Maki stalks across their bedroom and snatches his towel. 

“Maki?” He balks, taken by surprise, but not at all bothered by his sudden nakedness.

She drops the towel on their floor and crosses her arms, hip cocked, as she studies his form. His pretty, smooth skin and the toned planes of muscle. His chest and abdomen are firm but still pliable. He stands tall under her scrutiny, just a few inches above her head. And although muscular, he isn't that much wider than herself.

Yuuta looks down at himself, like he's trying to figure out what she's thinking. He doesn't and looks back up at her with a quirked brow. Pushing a hand through his wet hair, he resigns himself to wait.

“Remember that gift I got in the mail the other day?” Maki asks, still eyeing his body.

A line forms between his brows as he nods, waiting for her to continue. She doesn't have to, however, as his eyes spark with sudden understanding. “You want me to…”

“Would you hate it?”

“Uh. I don’t know.” He blinks and looks over her shoulder at the box, like he’s considering it. Yuuta cocks his head after a second. “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

That thrill is back and Maki finds herself biting back a smirk as she fetches the box and hands it over. Yuuta holds it in his hands, finger tapping the outside, before he starts pulling out the contents. 

First is the flimsy bra, which, after a moment of deliberation, he threads his arms through the loops of the straps. They are thin and maybe too tight as he pulls them into place on his shoulders. Little bows rest just below his collarbones, holding together an extra decorative strip of red fabric that slides over the swells of his pectorals. The cups, that have flowers cut into the thin mesh, are slightly too big and leave a gap big enough for a finger to slide between his skin and the lace. Yuuta reaches behind himself to try and connect the clasp and frowns when his fingers don’t cooperate. He tries again and fails, arms straining to contort in ways they never have.

“I get why you don’t like regular bras,” he says after a few minutes, giving up.

Maki lifts a shoulder in a shrug and nods.

Next is the matching panties – a barely-there thong. It's a small, nearly see-through, red triangle with the same flowery pattern as the bra. Yuuta pulls the scraps of lace up his legs with less hesitation, tucking his soft cock into the triangular pocket of the crotch. His balls don't quite fit, however, peeking out the sides. Another bow sits at the top of the frilly trim, below his navel. He grimaces when the strip in the back settles between his cheeks. The stockings he pulls on with more care, moving slowly like he’s trying to make sure the thong doesn’t slip out of place or pull on anything sensitive.

The stockings stop just above his knees. The top three inches are more decorative lace, embossed with the same flowers as the bra and the crotch of the thong. The rest of the stockings are a sheer material that let the skin of his legs shine through.

When Yuuta holds up the final pieces of the ensemble, he blinks. It looks like another bra, but with no clasp in the back and the shoulder straps disconnected. 

“Garter belt. It goes around your waist,” Maki instructs. 

Yuuta makes a humming noise. Putting his stocked-feet through the circular, elastic band, he pulls the garter belt up his legs, over his hips, and tugs it into place at his waist. It’s almost too small for him, designed for the gentle curves of a traditionally feminine waistline and not a solid, toned torso. Once in place, however, it provides him the illusion of such a waistline. The two straps dangle free and he glances at her again for support.

“Come here,” she says, curling her fingers.

Yuuta steps into her space and Maki grabs the first strap. Pulling it down, stretching it, she hooks the clasp at the end into a nearly-invisible loop at the top of his stocking. He holds very still as she repeats this for the other strap.

“Good. Now turn around.”

Obediently, he gives her his back. The flaps of the bra hang open and Maki grabs both ends before connecting them on the loosest setting to accommodate his slightly wider ribcage. Her hand smooths over the muscles of his back and she feels a shiver wrack through him. 

Then she steps back to admire her vision.

Yuuta turns back around while looking himself up and down. He’s silent for a while as his hands gently explore the straps and lace and tiny bows. “It’s…not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be,” he admits eventually. Lifting one of the shoulder straps, he grimaces. “A little itchy though.”

Maki chuckles. Her eyes slide over his body. 

The lingerie is not designed to hide much, and every inch of Yuuta’s body is on display for her pleasure. His pink nipples curtained behind the bright red, patterned mesh. The garter belt snug on his waist, creating a small window for his navel and the dark trail of hair leading to the thong. His cock, bulging in the thin fabric. As well as his legs and ultimately his toes, covered in sheer red. 

The color, that obnoxious crimson-red, doesn’t look too bad in contrast to his milky skin. It's not the right shade for Maki, who is a few tones darker. But on him…

It looks good. He looks good. Better than she imagined. Honestly, she expected him to put the ridiculous thing on and then immediately take it off while they laughed about it. But there is no laughter between them – only open ogling. And the longer she stares, the more something warm starts kindling in her lower belly. 

Something that makes her inner demons purr.

“It suits you…” Maki says after a moment of contemplation.

Yuuta snorts a laugh, cocking his head. “You think so?”

“Mmm… You look pretty, Yuuta.”

Maybe it’s the way she says it, or maybe it’s the intense look on her face she doesn’t bother concealing, but Yuuta pauses and the skin along his neck flushes. It travels all the way up to his cheeks and ears, turning his face nearly as red as the lingerie. 

Maki steps into his space again to stroke her hands along his chest, relishing the smoothness of his skin and the softness of the lace against her palms. Her thumbs buff his nipples through the sheer material and his breath hitches. 

“Ah, Maki, careful, or – ”

“Or what? You’ll get hard?” she chuckles. One of her hands dives down to cup his already half-hard cock through the lacy thong. “Looks like you’re already there. You like wearing women’s lingerie?”

Yuuta splutters, burning even redder under her half-lidded gaze. “No, ah, it’s not the lingerie.” He swallows, stifling a grunt as she fondles him with rough fingers, and scrunches his eyes shut. “It’s you. Just you.”

It’s like a switch flips in her brain.

Maki sucks in a sharp breath, freezing, one hand on his chest and the other kneading his rapidly stiffening dick. Something dark rolls down her spine and fans the heat in her belly, turning it to a raging fire she can’t ignore. The hand on his chest pushes and he follows, letting her guide him backwards. 

When the backs of his knees hit the edge of their bed, he stops. Stormy grey eyes study her with not a hint of hesitation. Maki pushes again and he collapses backwards with a gasp of surprise. 

She again searches for any sign of discomfort on his face, but all she sees is the glint of excitement in his eyes as he pulls himself into the center of the bed and waits for her. The grin stretching her face feels absolutely manic, and would probably scare most people, but he just stares up at her with unbridled awe. 

Looking at him, at his pretty skin decorated in crimson lace, reminds Maki that she’s still fully clothed. And that won't do. 

She tugs her plain white tee over her head and tosses it to the ground, unceremoniously. Yuuta’s eyes dart to her exposed skin and his mouth parts. Maki is normally indifferent to the inevitable stares that follow the exposure of any inch of her torso, but Yuuta’s open perusal of her body has always made some part of her glow with pride. His eyes are honest and she can feel the depth of his affection in the way they track her scars, loving them from afar. When her hands drop to the drawstring of her sweats, his eyes follow. He watches with bated breath as she pulls apart the knot and steps out of the baggy material.

Clad in her plain black sports bra and matching briefs, Maki pauses. Lets him look his fill.

Yuuta swallows like his mouth is suddenly too watery. Even though he has seen her naked more times than she can count, he never seems to tire of it.

Maki crawls onto the bed with painstaking, deliberate leisure. Like a large cat that has finally cornered her prey, she kneels over him and he swallows again. 

“You really like me that much,” she murmurs, resting her hand on the flare of his ribs. It slides up to the bra and she pinches his nipple through the lace, hard enough to make him wince. “Enough to wear my lingerie. You like me so much, you’ll do anything I want. Won’t you?”

“Yes,” Yuuta says without hesitation. 

“And you’ll like it. Because I like it.” Another hard pinch.

“Yes.”

His answer makes her blood sing, her demons purr even louder, until it's all she can hear in her head. His reward is both her hands on his chest, pinching his nipples and pulling, as she sits her full weight on his hips. Although the lace is soft, it grinds against the sensitive skin and makes him hiss. 

Yuuta’s hands stay palms down on the mattress where they belong. He knows better.

“Good,” Maki whispers as she leans down to seal her mouth over his pulse. 

She sucks hard, fingers still pinching and pulling on his nipples, and Yuuta’s hands twitch at his sides. Maki feels the tension gathering in his body the longer she works, laving her tongue over his skin though the seal of her lips. Another tweak of her fingers, an echoing little gasp catching in his throat, and she finally lets him go.

Leaning back, she studies her work. A wide purple bruise under the corner of his jaw. Something he won't be able to hide.

“Pretty,” she murmurs, nipping at it.

Yuuta’s breath catches before he exhales a groan. 

A needy sound that makes her stomach flip. So she does it again. And again. And the fourth time, she fully sinks her teeth into him at the same time her fingers yank on the tender beads of his nipples. 

Caught by surprise, he unleashes a full yelp and flexes his hips underneath her.

Maki just laughs as her mouth moves to the other side of his neck. “Your nipples aren’t usually this sensitive,” she says before biting down again. Two more perfect crescent marks forming a broken circle stamped on his skin. “Is it because you're all dressed up?”

“I don’t know…” Yuuta’s voice is shaky and he squirms as she sucks another bruise on the column of his throat. 

“I think you do.”

His hips shift again and something swells underneath her center. 

Smiling, Maki sits up straighter. An experimental grind of her pelvis has him falling apart and when she glances down, the warmth in her lower belly boils. Yuuta’s flushed cock is trapped, peeking out of the edge of the panties, between them. Her hands stay on his chest as her thumbs rub circles against his nipples, keeping them stiff.

“Ah, Maki – ” His cock twitches every time she touches them.

“So sensitive,” she repeats, pushing the lace cups apart to touch his nipples bare. Cherry red and begging for her mouth. Maki nearly salivates as she bends back down and licks a stripe over one of them.

Yuuta trembles underneath her, like a current of electricity is running up and down his spine.

She hums as she pretends to savor his taste, scratching her teeth across the meat of his pectoral. She scrapes them all the way back down to his nipple before sealing her mouth over the little nub and sucking.

Yuuta jumps, hips kicking, a surprised moan tearing from him. His cock is still swelling to its full size but it’s stiff enough to grind against the bud of her clit, hidden by the thin layer of her black underwear. She shudders and presses down on him again.

“Oh? You like that?” Maki asks when she lets go, smoothing her hands over his chest. “You like when I suck on your nipples? Like when you suck on mine?”

Yuuta nods, jaw locked tight as he swallows. 

Maki tweaks his left nipple. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” he yelps.

“Should I keep doing it?”

Another vigorous nod. Another swallow. Another shifting of his hips creating that delicious friction against her clit. But, most importantly, he doesn’t forget his words. “Please, Maki.”

The way he says her name – like he might die if she doesn’t touch him more – always makes her shiver. It’s one of the things she loves most in the world. And Maki admittedly doesn’t love many things anymore.

Her chuckle is menacing, somewhere between sanguine and voracious, as she grants his wish. Maki’s tongue traces a feather-light circle around his left nipple before she sucks it into her mouth. The seal is tight, jaw working as she rubs her tongue against the nub, and her hand lavishes his other nipple with attention. 

Yuuta’s body is a tension cord beneath her, fingers still knotted in the bedsheets, as he valiantly tries to keep himself still. It’s not enough, though, as his hips begin to stir again. 

Searching for that friction against his cock. 

Maki pinches his nipple with her teeth before she sucks, releasing it with a pop. “Stay still.”

“I’m trying,” he promises, sounding slightly out of breath already. His cheeks are still flushed, hairline starting to bead with sweat. Although he stepped out of the shower only moments ago, never giving himself a chance to dry, his hair and body are damp for a whole new reason.

“Try harder.” She flicks his nipple, moving back to the other one. 

His response is a choked moan. And to his credit, she knows he really is trying. But every time she sucks or pulls, he shifts a fraction and gasps. It’s like his nipples are tied directly to his cock with an invisible string. By the time she is done, he is nearly vibrating underneath her. Breath shaky, skin blushing, eyes wild.

Maki sits up as her nails rake down the smooth expanse of his chest, carving thin red lines into his muscles, and admires her masterpiece. 

Yuuta’s chest and neck are littered with bruises, scratches, and bitemarks. His nipples are swollen to twice their normal size, tender to look at. The straps of the bra digs into his skin, leaving behind streaks. He is a beautiful canvas of cream – painted in splashes of reds, purples, pinks, and every hue in-between – and wrapped up in a bow. A true gift, just for her.

She likes this, Yuuta when he’s sore and used, she decides. Perhaps a little too much. Especially when he looks back at her with grey eyes turned molten. Her demons whisper in her ears, telling her to mark him up some more. To make sure everyone who sees him knows and understands. And the wet heat inside her bursts the smallest fraction, turning her underwear sticky.

Yuuta stiffens like he can feel it.  “Maki,” he whispers, begging for her.

Any part of her that she is willing to give. 

Maki grins down at him and finally gives his starved cock some of the attention it desperately wants. She puts all her body weight into her hips, settling on him firmly. Then rocks forward, sliding her covered pussy along his length bound in crimson lace. But only once, as a preview of what is yet to come.

The noise he makes is nothing short of wanton. 

Lifting her hips, Maki slides herself backwards towards his legs and drags one hand down his body. Starting at his chest and traveling to his ribs, then his stomach, and lower. Her blunt nails still bite, leaving behind three fresh streaks of red that compliment the lingerie. She plants herself on his shins and her hand screeches to a halt at his navel.

In the window provided by the garter belt and panties, Yuuta’s cock strains at full attention. He is much larger than the triangle of the thong, the top half of his cock sprouting from the lacy edge. A clear bead nesting in the slit of the head makes her smirk.

“Look at you,” she muses, letting her finger trace his crown. “Fully hard. Already starting to drip. And all I’ve touched are your nipples.”

She doesn't give him a chance to respond before she cups him through the crotch of the panties and squeezes. Yuuta keens, throwing his head back against the bed. He scrabbles at the sheets when her hand jerks up his length over the layer of lace and mesh.

It's not a comfortable glide. The lingerie, although normally soft and sheer, must feel like sandpaper against the tender skin of his cock. But he doesn't complain – and she knows he won't – because she hums her satisfaction with each stroke.

His heat transfers through the lace, warming her palm. And even though she is only working the base of his cock, chafing it, clear fluid begins to leak from the head. Dripping in a slow, sticky string. It creates a tiny pool in his navel after a few minutes. 

Meanwhile, Yuuta strains. His eyes are scrunched shut and his chin is tipped toward the ceiling as he breathes. 

“Hey,” Maki orders, “look at me.”

Yuuta’s eyes open in a snap, quickly finding hers.

“You should be watching while I play with your cock. Doesn't it look so pretty with all this lace?” she asks. When he doesn't respond promptly enough for her liking, she squeezes him again. “Well?”

“Yes,” Yuuta chokes.

“I should make you cum like this. While you’re still wearing my panties.” Her hand slides down to his balls, spilling out of the edges of the thong. She scoops them gently, rolling them in her palm. “Would you like that?”

His hips twitch. “Yes.”

Her hand is already moving again. From the sensitive weight of his balls to the root of his cock. She jerks him off through the lace of the thong and relishes the breathy noises escaping from his throat. Rough and chafing, the pleasure not without the biting undercurrent of pain. Just the way they like it. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the tendons in his arm straining as he concentrates on keeping his hands still. 

A particularly hard jerk of her hand and he twitches again.

Chuckling, Maki finally takes pity on him and moves to the top half of his cock unchained by lace. The head is still drooling, flushed a shade somewhere between purple and red to match the marks littering his chest and neck; when her hand curls around him, he whines.

It’s a pretty noise, the kind he makes when he's nearly out of his mind. And Maki gives him no time to adjust before she starts pumping again. His bare cock is hot steel wrapped in velvet, a perfect contrast to the calloused texture of her palm.

Yuuta keeps his eyes on her hand, watching intently. “Maki,” he gasps.

“Yes?”

“I, your hand – ” He’s cut off when she places her other hand on the head of his cock, grinding her palm against it. 

“It feels good, I know,” she says, both hands working together effortlessly.

“So good. Maki.”

Using his own precum as lubricant, Maki strokes and curls her right hand in just the way he likes. Fast and hard, pushing him toward the edge with startling speed. The head of his cock cradled in her left hand, still massaging in languid circles, is sticky enough for the noises to reach her ears. His muscular abdomen flexes each time her hands meet and Yuuta doesn’t bother to hide his grunts and sighs.

He knows how much she likes it. How wet it always makes her.  

“You’re already close. And I haven’t even used my mouth yet,” she observes, never pausing. 

“I won’t cum,” he promises. His voice is a weak pant. “Not until you want me to.”

“I know.”

Maki tugs down the lip of the panties, tucking it underneath his balls, and swallows him without warning. Tongue flat, she fits the first half of his cock in her mouth while her right hand continues to stroke the rest. He is salt and musk on her taste buds, a familiar flavor that makes everything warm and wet pooling in her lower belly gush.

Yuuta’s back bows, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth.

Had she not predicted it, Maki may have choked. Instead, she pulls her head back and squeezes the base of his dripping cock with a glare.

“Stay still.”

“Sorry,” he gasps. “Your mouth is – ”

He’s cut off again as she takes him back in her mouth. Maki’s head bobs as she picks up where she left off, without giving him a chance to adjust. Her tongue traces the thick vein and ridge separating the head from the shaft and Yuuta makes that pretty sound again. He’s always so tender in that particular spot and so she focuses her attention there, while her hand continues to pump.

Inhaling, Maki presses herself down further on his cock. Until it brushes the back of her throat. Her teeth scrape his skin and suddenly she tastes more salt and musk.

“Maki, Maki,” Yuuta chants, chest heaving. His hands twist in the sheets, a look of sheer torment on his face. “Please, can I…”

Pulling off him again, letting his cock slip slowly from her mouth, her hand keeps working like he’s an afterthought. “You can touch me.”

He exhales with relief and his hands tear from the sheets. One immediately grabs for her arm, fingers digging into her skin but not firmly enough to disrupt her rhythm. Like he’s trying to anchor himself to reality through her so he doesn’t drown in the feel of her mouth and her hands on his cock.

Yuuta’s other hand goes to his chest as he grabs one of the lace triangles of the crimson bra. Clutching the muscle of his chest and the bite marks around his swollen nipple.

He continues to stare down the length of his body at her, holding her gaze, as her tongue snakes around the head of his cock. Deliberate, slow. A leisurely tease. She continues the wet path down, following the trail of the single thick vein. All the way to the soft weight of his balls resting above the lace. 

Yuuta’s fingers flex on her arm.

Maki’s hand never falters, even as she lavishes his balls with attention. Licking his thin skin, following the crease of the thong. When it gets in the way, she tugs it further down, stretching the material to its limits, and she notices the puckered ring of muscle between his cheeks. 

When her right hand swirls over the head of his cock, it winks at her. 

And suddenly, Maki is struck with an inexplicable craving to break it in. 

It’s not an idea that has occurred to her before. She’s never felt the urge to touch him there though she has had a multitude of opportunities. Likely, it’s the influence of the lingerie; it’s brought all sorts of ideas to her mind today. But, Maki is unable to fight the new compulsion as the index finger of her left hand traces his pink rim. 

Yuuta shivers and his fingers dig into her arm. “Maki.” Her name is a whisper.

“Do you want to know what it feels like?” she murmurs, finger stroking lightly up and down. It pulses and her stomach flutters with a new brand of excitement. “When your fingers are inside me?”

His breath catches. Yuuta blinks those big eyes at her, staring at the hand between his legs, and nods. “Yes.”

Maki frowns. She squeezes his cock with one hand and presses her finger against his rim with the other. “You don’t sound very convincing. Are you sure?”

“Yes, Maki, please,” Yuuta gasps, voice tight. His hips squirm, trying to meet the thrusts of her hand and push against her finger at the same time. “Maki.”

“That’s better.”

Maki’s hand on his cock slows before releasing him completely, much to Yuuta’s despair. He groans, unwilling to voice his complaint, as she shifts her weight and eases herself off his legs. 

“Put your legs up,” she instructs. “Bend your knees. Just like I do.”

Yuuta complies all too easily. He bends himself in half, bringing his knees close to his chest, hands cupping the backs of his thighs above the stockings. Maki pushes down and out on his shins, spreading him open like he has so often done to her, and he shivers. Eyes curious and feverish at the same time, he allows her to adjust him however she likes before she settles between his spread legs.

“Good. Like that.” Her hands stroke over his shins in the sheer red stocking, enjoying the feel and the sight of his toes curling in response. One hand crawls up the bend of his leg, over his chest, to his mouth. She taps his lips. “Suck.”

But Yuuta is already opening his mouth to pull her finger inside.

His tongue, wet and pliant, wraps around her without hesitation. He sucks greedily; strong, promising pulls that make Maki’s spine tingle. It’s easy to imagine him sucking on something else. She pushes her finger into his mouth until she thinks he might gag – he doesn’t, just sucks harder. 

When she pulls her finger back, it’s all but dripping with his saliva. Perfect.

As she brings her hand back to the spread of his ass, Maki watches his face. She looks for discomfort or uncertainty and finds none. Only pleasure and heat gleam in the grey eyes staring back at her, waiting. 

He truly likes whatever she is willing to give him. 

Maki’s pussy spasms around nothing, slick and begging for attention. Her fitted black briefs stick to her like a second skin. She ignores both as her wet finger slides over the pink rim hidden behind a thin red strap. Up and down, getting him used to the feeling of being touched, before she rests it against his puckered entrance.

Her other hand wraps around his cock and starts pumping. Her wrist turns as she works back up to a sturdy pace, thumbing the crest and spreading around the never-ending supply of precum. He pulses in her grip.

Maki’s finger keeps steady pressure against his tiny hole. She presses firmly, waiting for the tight ring of muscle to surrender. With each stroke of her hand on his cock, she feels his resistance slip. Until the tip of her finger finally breeches.

Yuuta sucks in a breath.

“Don’t hold it,” Maki warns. “You’ll cramp up.”

He immediately exhales, but his jaw is gritted tight.

“Hurts?” she asks.

Yuuta shakes his head, quickly remembering his words. “No,” he assures, face flushed and shiny. 

“Good.” 

Maki pushes a little harder and his tight hole swallows up to her first knuckle. It’s only an inch, but it’s enough for Yuuta’s cock to twitch in her other hand. Another pearl of precum oozes from the slit at his head and Maki leans in to lick it up.

“Maki. Holy shit – Maki – ”

Chuckling, she continues the onslaught. Left hand pumping, tongue licking up every drop of precum, and finger pressing deeper inside him. He’s hot and tight – tight enough that she can barely move her single finger. Despite that, his hole sucks her deeper and deeper until the base of her hand rests against his cheeks. Fully seated.

A choked sound tears from him, something between a whine and a groan. 

Maki grins against his cock, pressing a light kiss to it as her finger begins to move. Drawing back an inch, just to push forward again. Dragging against every unexplored, sensitive nerve inside him. Gradually working him open.

“Maki!” he gasps when she comes to a steady rhythm that matches the way she strokes his cock.

He feels impossibly harder in her hand. Swollen, ready to burst. But he won’t – not until she’s given him permission.

“How does it feel to be fucked?” she asks, kissing his tip.

“You, agh, fuck me all the time,” he manages around a sloppy grin.

Maki jerks her hand down his length with steady pressure. “You’re really going to get smart with me when I’ve got my hand wrapped around your cock and my finger in your ass?”

“No,” he wheezes, “no, I – ngh – I feel full. Maki. Holy shit.”

Maki hums. “That’s just one finger. Imagine taking two, or three,” she whispers, voice dropping low. Her finger picks up speed and her mouth ghosts over his tip. “Imagine taking a cock.”

“Fuck,” he whines.

“You like the sound of that? Me fucking you with a cock?”

“You do,” Yuuta pants.

She does, Maki is surprised to find. It’s not something she has ever considered before, but after this, she’s sure the thoughts will plague her.

“And you’d do it, wouldn’t you?”

“Agh, yes. For you. Anything for you, Maki.”

“I know.” Her insides pulse again, underwear sticky, as she grins and sucks the head of his cock into her mouth while hollowing her cheeks.

She's never had this many moving parts before. Both of her hands and her mouth occupied and tackling separate tasks – it's not too challenging for her, not in the slightest – but it does require more concentration. She focuses on the feel and taste of him, musky on her tongue and hot in and around her fingers, the smell of his natural scent combined with the tang of sex. The crimson red straps and lace decorating his body.

It's nearly overwhelming for her. And it's completely detrimental to Yuuta, whose spine arches away from the mattress while his head throws back into the pillows.

Maki glances up to see the thick chords in his neck pushing against his skin. His grip on his own thighs is white-knuckled.

She knows he's seconds away from bursting, even if he didn't start babbling as such. “Maki, Maki, I'm gonna cum soon. Please, ngh, I need – ”

Maki cuts him off by rubbing her finger against his soft, inner walls. His following whine is tortured.

“Go ahead,” she decides and her hand around his cock picks up the pace. Slick noises as she pumps him without mercy. Her finger stretching and exploring every foreign inch inside him. “Make a mess on my lingerie.”

“Maki!”

That pushes him over.

Maki feels his muscles clamp down on her finger as the same time his cock throbs in her hand. Yuuta groans low in his throat, choking on her name. He cums in thick, long ropes that almost catch her in the eye. Maki jerks her head back just in time, and watches it paint the red panties still tucked underneath his balls. She keeps stroking and plunging at the same time, working him through the mind-numbing orgasm. Each time the hand on his cock pulls his foreskin upward, she seems to squeeze more cum out of him.

Yuuta’s spine is tight, chest flushed pink. His fingers bite into the backs of his thighs as he chokes on his own breath. 

“Wow, you must really like this, huh?” she says when he's finally done. “You’ve never cum this hard. Spewing, like a fountain.”

He is too dazed to respond, chest still heaving and body trembling. A fine sheen of sweat covers him from head to toe, making the lace and stockings stick to his skin. Maki’s finger keeps rocking inside him, her hand still jerking off the slightly-softer length of his cock, until he winces.

He doesn't ask her to stop, but she gives him the mercy anyway.

Maki lets his spent cock flop against the flat of his lower stomach, framed by the garter belt, and slowly pulls her finger from his ass. The noise he makes when it pops free is something she’ll hear in her daydreams for years to come.

Yuuta’s body goes limp, spine melting into the mattress. His hands slip from the backs of his thighs as Maki edges out of the path of his legs so that he can lay them down again. One of his hands flies up to his face, where he pushes it through his hair as he tries to calm his breathing. When he finally looks at her, eyes glowing, he sees her smirk.

“Holy shit, Maki,” is all he says.

“Mhm.”

He follows her line of sight, glancing at his half-hard cock covered in red lace and cum. His eyes flick back, looking her up and down. “What about you?”

“I'm next,” Maki promises as her thumbs slide to the waistband of her briefs. 

Yuuta watches with rapt attention as she pulls them down the length of her legs, depositing them on the bed. Kneeling, she spreads her legs and lets him gawk. Her cunt is already dewy, slick coating her lips and the insides of her thighs. Her clit throbs, swollen from having been ignored for what feels like hours. Fingers spearing through the dark tuft of hair on her mound, Maki spreads herself open for him and he inhales shakily. 

“Maki,” he whispers. His voice is soft, reverent. 

One of his hand twitches for her, begging to touch.

“Stay still,” is all she says before scooting closer and throwing one of her legs over his head. 

Yuuta sucks in a sharp breath as she squats over his face, arms braced behind them on the pillows. Maki stares down the length of his body, relishing the view of his cock and the stretched-out thong smothered in creamy white. His nose brushes her pussy and Maki shivers and she lowers herself fully.

Yuuta sticks out his tongue. At the first taste of her, he sighs like a parched man finally enjoying a crisp glass of water. But as this is not the first time she has settled on his face like this, he is wise enough to hold himself still and allow Maki to rock her hips. She grinds her cunt down on his nose and his tongue.

One of his arms wraps around her waist, anchoring her to him. Maki should reprimand him for disobeying, but her mind clouds over when Yuuta’s tongue pushes inside her.

Her hips stutter. She can feel his jaw working as he moves his tongue with purpose, a shallow imitation of his cock filling her. Maki grinds down harder, chasing the feeling, and allows the hand gripping the tight muscle of her lower stomach to dip lower. Through her soft hair and to the split seam of her pussy, searching.

It’s an awkward angle, but he still manages to find the hard nub of her clit. 

Maki shivers, pushing herself harder onto his face. Yuuta groans and pulls his tongue out to murmur, “More, Maki…”

She snorts. “More? So greedy.”

He chuckles, his breath a warm splash against her soaking cunt. But, greedy or not, she agrees. 

Maki shifts her center of gravity from her feet planted above his shoulders, to her hands behind them on the pillows, as she settles more of her weight on his face. When she’s sure she won’t topple over, Maki straightens her legs one at a time. 

It forces Yuuta’s face further into her pussy. He’s all-but suffocated by her, and it only makes him work harder.

Maki’s legs slide down his stomach, over the garter belt, all the way to his flushed cock – still drowning in his own cum and twitching. The first touch of her toes against his cock has him stuttering underneath her, fingers slipping on her clit. She does it again with her other foot and Yuuta groans.

“Do you like my feet, Yuuta?” Maki asks. She traps his cock between her feet and rubs, smearing his cum around like lotion. “You’re getting hard again so quickly.”

“I like, ah, every part of you,” he gasps in between lapping at her pussy. 

Maki presses the balls of her feet into his cock and he groans, sliding his tongue inside her again. With his tongue inside her and his fingers rubbing tiny circles into her clit, it’s difficult for Maki to concentrate. She bites her lip and focuses on his slippery cock, using her toes to scoop up remnants on his cum. 

Yuuta’s stomach flexes with every touch of her feet. When she traps his cock between the bottoms of her feet and starts to massage it, he trembles. It’s impossible to keep a steady rhythm but Yuuta doesn’t seem to care. 

He’s grateful for whatever meager pleasure she is willing to bestow. Willing to endure every minute of her teasing.

She feels him thicken under her soft skin. His cock slips from her grip, over-lubricated from his cum, and she struggles to get him in place again. Her toes feel slimy as she works, but she quickly forgets about it when he makes a noisy slurp as he swallows a mouthful of slick directly from her cunt. Yuuta uses the flat of his tongue against her in broad strokes, drinking up every drop of her that oozes. 

The warm pit in her belly swells.

She isn’t about to cum, but it feels good. Maybe if she kept him like this for a while, she would eventually tip over the edge. Cumming on his face makes some deep part of her shiver and purr. But she honestly doesn’t have the patience for it. 

Giving a few more rubs of her feet on his cock, Maki lifts her hips off his face.

Yuuta grunts, the arm around her waist tightening like he wants to pull her right back down. She presses her foot harder against his cock and he gasps, releasing her. 

“You didn’t cum,” he protests.

Maki turns herself over so they are nose-to-nose, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and slides down his body. “I will.”

Yuuta’s nose, mouth, and chin are glossy with her slick. He licks his lips, savoring her taste, and watches with fevered eyes as she arranges herself over his hips. His cock lays against his lower stomach, twitching, straining. Without breaking eye contact, Maki reaches underneath herself and grabs him. She strokes him twice, testing his girth, before holding him upright.

She sinks down, feeding his cock into herself with expert ease.

Her neverending wetness, combined with the lubrication of his own cum, makes the slide effortless. Maki’s cunt accepts him with no resistance, and he fills her completely in a single thrust. Maki settles down on him with a satisfactory squelch.

She grins down at him, all teeth.

Yuuta unleashes a deep groan. “Maki…”

After so many years, her body has memorized the size and shape of him. Even if she wasn't dripping, he would have bottomed out with ease. Despite that, it never changes how full she feels.

When she sits on him like this, every last inch crammed inside her, she swears she can feel him in her guts. She loves it. That overfull feeling. She doesn't need any extra time to adjust, only time to savor it by circling her hips.

Another groan pulls from Yuuta. His hands are back in the sheets, scrambling. From the tense line of his body, and the way his jaw squares, she can tell he is holding on with the last of his strength. He's always more quick to cum the second time around. 

And more sensitive.

Maki flexes her inner muscles and he flinches. It’s the only warning he gets before she starts moving. 

Maki lifts her hips up until just the head remains tucked inside her, then brings them back down. Hard. Another wet squelch meets her ears and she shivers. She doesn’t need to look down to know that their hips and thighs are sticky. Bracing both hands on his chest, framing the bruises and scratches and teeth marks, Maki picks a fast, hard pace.

His cock slips easily, brushing against every worn nerve inside her. Each downstroke has him grazing her sweet spot and it makes the muscles in her thighs tense. 

“Maki,” Yuuta gasps, face flushed, “I need, I want to – ”

Maki interrupts him with a forceful slap of her hips. “Go ahead.”

Yuuta’s hands immediately clap to her bare thighs, holding on tight. He watches through stormy eyes as her pussy swallows his length whole, leaving nothing behind. 

She doesn’t give him a chance to get used to the rhythm.

Every so often, Maki turns her hips in a tight circle and grinds down on him. It feels so good her hands nearly shake on the purchase of his chest. Her nails bite down, adding to the litany of marks on his skin, as she focuses now on her pleasure. The tight, hot ball of it sitting just beyond her reach. 

Every push of his cock, low-pitched groan, and flex of his hands makes her burn a little hotter. The smell of his sweat and natural scent, the musk in her mouth each time she gulps down air…

She needs more.

Maki bends her elbows, crushing her mouth to Yuuta’s. He tastes like salt and her slick, a savory flavor that bursts on her tongue. 

The fingers on her thighs press hard enough to bruise and she sighs into the kiss, never breaking her stride as she rides him for all he’s worth and then some. When she pushes her tongue into his mouth, he readily accepts her. Lets her lick and nip at his lips until she has cleaned herself off of him. 

When she’s satisfied, she murmurs, “Make me cum,” against his swollen lips. 

Yuuta surges to life anew. 

His right hand releases her thigh to dive between their bodies, finding the slippery nub of her clit with expert precision. 

It’s like a jolt of electricity up her spine, setting all her nerves on fire. Maki throws her head back with a noise equal parts a laugh and a sigh, but all pleasure. Yuuta’s thumb presses circles into her clit in time with the rut of her hips. Hard and gritty, just the way she likes it. 

When her cunt spasms, gripping him impossibly tighter, Yuuta seizes. 

“Maki,” he says her name again, for the upteenth time. Like it’s a prayer or a chant. And when she doubles down, milking him so hard it stings, he starts babbling. “Maki, I love you, ngh, god, so much, I – ah, I love when you feel good. I know you feel good, you like this, and I, ah, really like it. Maki – ”

“I know.”

Maki reaches for her discarded briefs, crumpling the fabric in her hand. Her other hand snatches Yuuta’s jaw, squeezing, and he opens his mouth. She crams the black ball of her used briefs into his mouth. 

His babbling is cute. But his fucked out face, and the noises he makes around the makeshift gag, are better. 

“Fuck,” she huffs, still holding onto his jaw. “You look so good.”

A long, drawn-out moan, muffled by her underwear is his only response. His fingers grab at her thigh desperately, the thumb on her clit stuttering. He’s begging even without words. 

“Don’t cum,” she warns. “Not until I do.”

Yuuta nods. He knows, of course he does. He would wait even if she didn’t tell him to. 

Thankfully for him, she’s closer than ever. The hard pushes of his cock against that spot inside her, the numbing shocks of pleasure when he strums her clit, and his grunts and huffs as he holds on, will have her unraveling in minutes. But she’s not quite ready for this to end. 

Maki’s hand falls from his jaw, grazing down his throat.

Yuuta’s eyes glint with pure, raw want.

Pressing her thumb in the perfect notch beneath the corner of his jaw, fingers finding their place on the opposite side, she feels the rapid thrum of his pulse against her palm. Swears she feels the rush of the blood in his veins. And when she squeezes, just enough to restrict his airflow, Yuuta makes a broken noise. His eyes roll back and his hips jerk underneath her.

Shoving his cock inside her in a sharp thrust. It makes Maki gasp and she presses on his throat a little harder.

Yuuta stares up at her with bleary eyes.

If not for the wad of her underwear in his mouth, she would kiss him again. Instead, she settles for grinding her hips against him, chasing the tail of her release. 

It’s so close she can taste it. Just a little more…

One final swipe of his thumb on her clit and she comes apart. 

Maki’s spine arches into the orgasm, her breath catching as it washes over her. A powerful wave that makes her arms and legs tremble. Her inner muscles spasm around his cock, gripping him tight. 

Yuuta immediately follows. His hips roll once, twice, three times as he empties himself inside her in long, powerful spurts. Filling her to the brim. He is silent for a long while, seemingly robbed of his voice until it returns for a low moan that makes Maki’s toes curl. 

Her hand releases his throat and he inhales through his nose, eyes scrunching shut as he loses himself in the feeling of her cunt. Maki looks between their bodies at the mess. Their hips and thighs covered in slick and sweat, the trickle of cum dripping down his still-swollen length buried inside her. 

When she lifts her hips, letting his cock slip free, more cum oozes from her. Painting his cock as it slaps against the tight skin of his stomach, and ruining the red lacy thong still tucked beneath his balls. 

The lingerie is stained with cum and when she rolls off of him, she notices a tiny rip in the stockings and that one of the garter belt straps snapped at some point. Lingerie is far too delicate to be put in the washing machine, and her sewing skills are laughable, which means the set is basically ruined. 

She hardly has the energy to care. 

Laying flat on her back, Maki lets herself catch her breath. She sucks in air and wills her heart to slow, her skin to cool. Glancing to her right, she watches as Yuuta does the same. Arms and legs splayed out, chest heaving as he pieces himself together. Once again, she’s struck with how nice he looks in the lingerie, all spent, fucked out, and marked up…

He still has her underwear in her mouth. 

Her inner demons, dark and ever-hungry, rear their head inside her. 

Before it fades, Maki rolls over and snatches her phone from the bedside table. She kneels beside Yuuta and opens her camera app.

“Say cheese,” she chuckles as she snaps a picture.

Yuuta glances up at her phone with mild interest. And as if just realizing it for himself, pulls the wad of her black briefs out of his mouth. “You’re not going to scar our friends with that, are you?” he rasps. “They’re not going to think I’m as pretty in this as you do.”

Maki collapses back into the bed, phone against her sweat-damp sports bra, with a snort. “You look better in that than I would.”

“Now that,” Yuuta breathes out a laugh, “can’t be true.”

She just raises an eyebrow. He, wisely, lets it be. 

After a few minutes, when they have successfully cooled down, Yuuta sits up with a wince. He pinches the waistband of the thong. “How do you even wash this? I feel like it’ll just come apart…”

“Oh, that is going straight in the trash,” Maki assures. Her eyes flick down to the mess of the thong as he debates pulling into place and ultimately decides not to. “There’s no salvaging that.”

“Shame we have to throw it away, since it was a gift,” he says, though there is no real remorse in his voice.

Maki chuckles. “We can always just buy another set.”

Among other things, the deep, dark part of her whispers.

Yuuta pauses, glances at her, and then laughs.

“What are you writing?”

“A thank you note to Nobara and Panda.”