He leaned down, his lips inches from hers. The air between them was electric, charged with anticipation. She had never kissed his lips before, and he, too, had never dared to initiate it.
He paused and waited for a reaction, and just before he leaned closer, she moved her head sideways.
"No lip kisses," she whispered.
"Why?" he had always wanted to ask.
"I don't know. Too intimate."
Under the silvery glow of the moon, he studied her expression.
Seconds ticked by, and she avoided eye contact. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her heart raced so fiercely that he could hear the frantic rhythm.
"Okay then," he pulled away and sat up.
Her eyes widened in surprise, a silent question hanging in the air between them.
"???"
"There's no fun in having sex with someone who's not into it."
"...hypocrite," she breathed, a soft sigh of relief escaping her lips.
"I am a killer, not a rapist." He shrugged with an arrogant grin.
This drew a small, reluctant chuckle from her.
"But hey," he took her hand and guided it to the bulge between his legs, "help me get this off."
She looked down. Her hand feels the heat and hardness beneath her palm.
"How?" Yumi sat up and blinked in confusion.
"I don't know," he leaned back with a provocative tilt of his head and a smug smirk. "Figure it out."
She crawled towards him, her movements uncertain. "You act like you're paying me," she cursed.
"I need you," he smirked, widening into a grin.
She reached out, slowly pulling down the front of his sweatpants. "I think I realised...you're good at saying things that push people to do what you want, huh?"
"Am I?" he hummed, running his fingers through her hair, his expression clearly having fun. "And I realised you're quite obedient and easily swayed, Princess Yumi."
"I know," she answered simply, pulling down his boxers to reveal the erection, already slick with precum. Her soft fingers brush the white liquid, smearing it around. "So… Don't leverage it. Don't hurt me. Don't betray me. Don't leave me."
"You technically own me. How could I?" The grin was still there, but his brows furrowed slightly, as if the anticipation of her touch was written on his face.
She was right. He is really good at saying things that make people want to do stuff.
She leaned down, one hand wrapped around his shaft, the other tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her touch was feather-light at first, tracing the prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft.
He was thick, surprisingly heavy in her hand. She heard his sharp inhale, felt the tremor that ran through the muscle of his thigh beneath her other hand.
She gave an experimental stroke, base to tip, her thumb smoothing over the swollen head, slick with fluid.
"Fuck," Toji breathed. His hand came down, just resting heavily on the crown of her head, fingers tangling in her inky black hair. "Do it, Yumi. Show me."
She lowered her head. The scent of him – musky, salty, uniquely Toji – filled her senses. Her tongue darted out tentatively, tasting the salty-bitter tang of his precum.
It was unfamiliar. She licked a stripe along the underside of his shaft, from root to tip.
He groaned softly. "Yeah. Like that."
Encouraged, she opened her mouth wider, taking just the swollen head inside.
Her lips stretched around him. It felt… strange. Awkward. She pulled back slightly, bumping her teeth against the sensitive ridge.
He hissed. It hurt, but he found her clumsiness amusing.
"Teeth, watch the teeth, princess. Use your lips. Suck."
"Tch...so demanding..." She tried again, focusing on her lips forming a seal around the head.
She sucked lightly, her tongue swirling clumsily over the slit, conscious of every movement, every inelegant slide.
Then she tried to take more, sliding her mouth down an inch, but gagged immediately.
She pulled back, coughing lightly, her eyes watering.
"Shit, sorry," she mumbled, not knowing why she was apologising even.
Toji's gaze was molten lava. "Fuck me," he sighed, finding her too hot for some reason. The image of her trying extra hard to please him. It flipped a switch.
His voice thickened with lust. "Keep going. Your fucking mouth is so goddamn hot." His finger trailing those plump lips.
The way his cock jumped against her hand, pulsing harder, and the way he spoke about it– it burned away her embarrassment.
"Umm.." she made a sound of hesitation before diving back in.
This time, focused on the head, learning the rhythm.
Her hand worked the base in time, twisting slightly. She took more, pushing past the initial resistance, letting him stretch her lips wide.
She gagged again, but pushed through it, her eyes watering, focusing on the salty taste, the smooth-hard heat of him.
"Fuck, Yumi… yes…" His hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust, pushing deeper into her mouth.
She took it, relaxing her throat as much as she could, bobbing her head.
Her movements were still unpracticed, sometimes too much teeth scraping, sometimes too little suction, but the sheer earnestness, the visual of her, the all-powerful princess bowing, messy hair falling around her face, lips stretched obscenely around his cock, golden eyes looking up at him. It was undoing him.
His hand tightened in her hair, guiding the rhythm.
Precum flooded her mouth, salty and thick.
She swallowed instinctively, the action making her throat constrict around him.
"Gonna come," his voice strained. "Gonna fill that pretty mouth." He demanded, "Swallow."
Yumi continued sucking, her hand working frantically together.
With a guttural groan that was almost a snarl, Toji's hips jerked. Hot, thick ropes of cum erupted onto her tongue, flooding her mouth with the intense, bitter-salty taste.
She swallowed convulsively, some escaping to slick her chin.
He pulsed again and again, held taut by the waves of his release.
His head fell back, each exhale a testament to the intensity of his pleasure.
When his mind finally cleared up, he raised his thumb and brushed her chin, wiping away some of the liquid; the touch was surprisingly tender.
Compared to the girls Toji had slept around with, Yumi felt far from skilled, but he couldn't tell if it was because it had been so long since he had last done it, or if it was simply because it was her that the blow job felt this good.
She looked weirdly innocent right now, watching him as if she were learning a new language.
He let out a long, final exhale, and his body relaxed.
Then he slowly pushes her down again, straddling her.
"...?" she looked at him, confused, "Are you still horny? Was that not enough?"
"Yeah. I really want to fuck you, but I won't force it."
"Then...what are you doing?"