Erudition

“You have a lot of channels.”

“That's what I'm saying.”

“In other news–”

“So have a good on–”

“No, Diego, he was just a stupid fling–”

“Jesus, it just keeps going.”

“Alright, I’m fired up–”

“Here we have the Australian brown snake–”

“And away we go–”

“You know you don’t have to go through all of them.”

“Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“And a one, two, three–”

“So next up, you'll be doing some–”

“Check this out, yo–”

“Went through all of them.”

“Didn't bother to, there's too many. Now can you please pick what we’re gonna watch?”

“Give me a sec, this is fun.”

“Oh boy, it's a me–”

“I did not hit her, it’s not true–”

“Fuck yes, baby!”

Your eyebrows shoot up, your fingers pause, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the room.

“Aeri, why do you have porn in your TV channels?”

“Must've come with the channel package.” Her nonchalance about the whole thing is astonishing, really. Like watching a girl get her ass fucked being broadcasted to late night viewers of whoever the fuck channel provider she's subscribe to is a normal occurrence for her. 

“Right.” The disbelief is thick in your voice, extremely skeptical that Aeri of all people doesn’t know about it.

“Hey, I’m just finding out about this now. I never go this far out,” she says, making your turn just as she nudges your shoulder with her feet. Gives you a full view of her ass in those shorts that are criminally tiny, slowly moving up to the pink tube top that looked way too tight on her, to the immaculate features of Uchinaga Aeri, fiery red hair propped up by an arm, looking like she’s enjoying what’s being played on the television.

You could very well frame it all as another wonder of the world; a very dangerous one at that. And to think you get to see this every week for movie nights.

It’s sort of routine, this relationship you have with Aeri. The only free time she has after wasting away the mornings sleeping and the evenings working and slash or partying depending on the day spent with the one person she can call a best friend.

An odd way of putting things, you know. But when has it ever been normal around her?

“Though–” She turns to look at you, the smirk on her face further reinforcing that fact. “Do I need to be worried that you stopped browsing?”

“I thought you said it didn’t matter what I chose?” you snark, a grin playing around your lips as you lean back and watch. Wasn’t exactly how you were planning to spend your night with Aeri this time around, but you’re not complaining.

You can hear Aeri roll her eyes at you, this playful scoff she’s let out making you shake your head. “We are not watching porn.”

“You said you didn’t wanna watch an action movie–” You shrug your shoulders. “–And this isn’t an action movie.”

“Oh come on,” she whines—laughs, really, but you weren’t focusing on that—before propping herself up and gesturing to the table in front of you both. “I can’t eat pizza, drink diet coke, and watch porn. I mean, who the hell does that?”

“Look at them go though,” you comment, fully focused on watching the debauchery in front of you. Watching the luscious spectacle of having a woman’s ass reamed by cock ever so slowly, letting her get used to the intrusion in her ass, the soft cushion of her ass pressing down against the guy’s groin—

“Are you even listening to me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, just–” You inhale. “Mesmerized.”

Aeri laughs. “You act like this is your first time seeing anal.”

Because it was. It was never really something you were into, or bothered to look up. You were happy enough to explore the realm of sex when the opportunity to get laid arose, or watch whatever it was that caught your eye in hopes of getting yourself off when the need came.

And, sure, you and Aeri have fooled around before, fucked on occasion for a multitude of reasons—getting back at her ex, getting back at your ex, or just plain old sex for the fun of it—but the thought of fucking Aeri’s ass?

You’re almost blown away at how stupid you must be for how the idea has never once crossed your mind.

She doesn’t bother waiting for a response, only going on about how the girl is clearly paid to do this. “Like, mad cash for ass,” she reiterates. “I bet you she doesn’t even like this.”

That gets your attention. “You’re awfully knowledgeable,” you say, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Please.” The sass in her voice is undeniable, and you just know you’re in for a treat now when she starts to–

”You know how many times I’ve had to fake my orgasm so that they can get off quicker? It is stupidly high, I’ll tell you–” You nod along, pondering if she’s ever done that with you. You’re quite surprised she’s telling you this at all, as this can be regarded as forbidden knowledge to some. “–And if I really like the guy, I’ll go along with their weird ass kinks. Whatever the fuck those could be. I mean who knows, I might enjoy it.”

She sighs, propping a leg up to rest her chin on. “So it’s kinda not hard to think she’s doing this for the moolah, cause not everyone likes a cock up their ass.”

Does Aeri like it though? Another stray idea comes to your mind, but you file it away alongside her other bombs she’s decided to drop. 

“I bet the guy does.” It’s a factual statement, something the both of you can agree on. Your hand lazily extends toward her, the remote  dangling on your fingers. “Here, you choose what we’re gonna watch.”

“Finally.” She gladly takes it off your hands. Points it towards the TV, gives it a few clicks, watch the screen turn block for a moment before—

“Aeri, what the fuck am I looking at right now?”

“This–” She makes a whole show out of it, stretching her hands out as if she was presenting a new concept to you. “–is my kind of porn.”

Before you lays a woman surrounded by various men, all dressed up in formal wear as a narrator explains whatever the fuck is going on. You tune it out, really, because Aeri makes a much better explanation of things.

“Watching guys join a competition to fawn over a woman that'll dump them after a few months for the dumbest reasons is amazingly funny,” she says, resting an arm over the sofa's back. “More so when they start getting kicked off the show cause the girl didn't like ‘em.”

“There's gotta be one relationship that worked out.” Surely, there had to be one couple that got off to live a happy life.

Aeri nods, shaking her hand. “Fifty fifty, really,” she answers, before humming in thought. “Well, more like seventy thirty. There's been like, I don't know–two couples that got married?”

You watch as the woman looks at a line of balloons, a pencil in her hand. The narrator goes on about who the girl will be choosing to not continue on to woo her, alongside some dramatic cuts of the guys.

“And you watch this?” you ask, glancing at her. “From start to finish?”

“It’s a guilty pleasure,” she admits, reaching out to grab a slice of pizza. “Besides, it makes a girl feel special.”

“What, choosing your partner in live television?”

“Yeah!” She grins, gesturing to the screen with her pizza. “Like, look at this guy–” In comes some random dude talking, pouring his heart out to her in dire hopes that she doesn’t eliminate him. “He’s got flowers, the speech, the looks, everything. And I bet you she’s still gonna pop his balloon.”

And right on cue, a pop rings out.

You wince. Aeri chuckles.

“Jeez,” you mutter. “That’s tough.”

“It’s cause she’s got options.” Another piece of forbidden knowledge, you think. “All these guys to choose from, and she can still be picky.” 

“Sounds a lot like dating apps, Aeri,” you say, as another pop rings out of the television. “Choose who you like and hope you two match.”

“Those are a lot worse than this.” Debatable, but you’re willing to listen to her reasons. “You don’t get ghosted after a date, or catfished and find out they’re not what they look like on the photos they send.” 

Okay—

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You know the feeling. It’s a little dismaying, being on the receiving end of those situations. Distressing, actually, looking back at your recent dates and they all somehow manage to fall into either category. It doesn’t help that Aeri laughs at you when she finds you sulking about it. 

Brutal, this woman is. And it wasn’t like her own dating life was the same. Which is strange, considering that it’s Aeri you’re talking about. Girl can get anyone in the world and she’s somehow still single.

Makes a guy like you wonder what’s up with that.

“I’m serious,” she continues, and you’re over here thinking she might’ve misinterpreted your words. “Everyone in the show knows what they signed up for. On those apps, you could be talking with someone for days then suddenly it’ll just stop.”

Yeah she definitely took it the wrong way.

“Yeah, I agree with you.” You nod your head, watching another poor sap get eliminated. “That’s why those apps are out of my phone.”

Aeri finishes up her pizza, moving back to lay down on the couch. Her feet resting on your lap, head resting on the pillow, doubt written on her face. “You? Not looking for hookups anymore?”

“What?” Your palms rest on either side of her foot, rubbing your thumb around the arch of her sole. She makes a satisfied hum as you turn to look at her. “It’s not like you didn’t do the same. When was the last time you went out with someone?”

“Oh, fuck you,” she laughs, kicking you with her other foot. “I can still get laid without those shitty apps. Not like you.”

“And when was that?” You ignore her jab, knowing that humoring that line of thought would only entail an incredible amount of trash talk from Aeri. 

She clicks her tongue, waving a finger at you. “Baby, I don’t kiss and tell,” she quips, though you know better. She will, eventually, ultimately, tell you—it’s just a matter of how you can get it out of her. It’s her way of getting deeper under your skin, the tease that she is. “Now be a good boy and keep massaging my feet, hmm?”

“Only if you change the channel.” You’ve gone lower, rubbing down the heels of her foot.

She raises an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with this?”

“Oh come on,” you start, repeating the same words she told you moments ago. “I can’t eat pizza, drink diet coke, and watch this shit show.”

It’s almost as if you’re calling the tragedy, when another balloon gets popped and another contestant gets thrown out the show. You have to ask yourself if it was worth it to be a part of these types of things if you only get embarrassed at the end.

“And what do you propose we watch?” It’s like she knows what you’re about to say, when she beats you to it. “We are not going back to watching porn.”

“I’d take anything except this,” you tell her, fingers still working her soles as you nod to the screen. “I swear if I see another balloon pop I’m turning this off.”

Aeri sits up with a grin, making you stop what you’re doing to look at her. It was never a good sign when she gets all excited, as trouble normally tends to follow soon after. And that’s the thing with her that keeps you hooked; the way things get easier whenever you're around her chaotic orbit, the risk that is intuitively revolving around her. 

“Wanna play a game for it?” You've heard that line countless times, ranging from the easy games such as the classic rock-paper-scissors all the way to the ridiculousness of who can get the most numbers after a night of partying.

And you fall for it every single time.

You sigh. “Lay it on me,” you agree, and she gets up, scurrying off to her bedroom after telling you to wait. Leaving you to continue watching this god awful show. The temptation to swap channels takes you, but you decide against it, muting it instead while you wait for Aeri.

Which wasn't too long, as she comes walking back with a pistol, a small box and a shooting stand.

Wait, what—

“Relax,” she sings, waving the gun around. “It's airsoft, and it's not loaded.” She takes her place back next to you, watching her open the box to show a few magazines and a net. “Yet.”

“We're not actually shooting inside your apartment, are we?” you ask, because it is the sensible thing to question, really. Even if it was airsoft, one wrong hit from either of you can result in one of her things—god forbid it would be the TV—would break.

“Where else would we be doing this?” She's gone on to load the gun, pulling the slide back and placing it down, facing away from you both. “The rooftop? If anyone saw us fucking around with this, they'd think it was a real gun.”

You sigh, knowing she was right. Even if the orange sticking out the barrel would tell people it wasn't shooting real bullets, it still looks quite like a gun. And at the dead of night and far away, you don't think anyone would ever think it's an airsoft.

And it’s not like you can ever say no to her. She always has her ways of convincing you, and you would rather not get a headache from what she’ll try to pull to get you to say yes. Agreeing is the better option than that.

“Fine, fine.” You stand up, picking up the target stand. “But at least not in your living room, please.” Setting it up by the hallway heading to her door, you ask her what this ‘game’ will be.

“Fastest shooter wins.” Aeri's leaning on the wall, gun in her hand with the safety thankfully on. Staring at you intently, the grin on her face is almost infectious as the excitement starts to bubble within you. “Gotta hit all twelve plates to say you're done with your set.”

You give the stand a once over, making sure that the net behind it is secure enough to hold any missed pellets, and you scoff. “Damn Aeri, you gonna make these things spin too?”

“Oh–” Your name comes out of her so endearingly it makes your skin tingle. In dread or in delight, you can't be so sure yourself. “That’d make things impossible for you.” Ouch. “Now get over here so I can shoot.”

A timer and three quick metallic twangs later, and she's starting off strong. She hits another one, the slide of her gun cycling back a few too many times, missing a couple of shots before more plates swing back.

“Maybe I should stand further away.” Even has the gall to make it harder for herself. She hits two more in quick succession, and it’s just unfair how good she is with a pistol. Well, sure, she misses every now and again which you can attribute to her dim lights (for the aesthetic, she swears), but for someone who’s only picked this hobby up for a few weeks or so after being convinced by a friend, she sure has everything down.

It's oddly arousing to think that she looks drop dead gorgeous doing this. Taking aim down her own hallway, unwittingly bragging about her skills with nothing but those short shorts and a flimsy top that causes her rather generous chest a few bounces when the lightest amount of recoil hits.

The way those shorts accentuate her thighs, filling the clothing in nicely—makes you ogle at how damn thick she is before the back view turns you into a drooling—

“Time,” she states, cutting off your thoughts. She lowers the gun down as she turns to you, glancing down to where you're holding your phone.

Your thumb clicks on the screen as you straighten up. “You got–” A quick glance down. “Nine point seventy eight. That's not too bad.”

She makes a disappointed groan. “Could've been better.”

“We aren't really shooting in an open area, Aeri,” you console, since it's all you can do, really. Aside from doing this so late in the night, you'll be surprised that she won't be getting a noise complaint from the amount of noise you two have gotten up to. “That, and your lighting's pretty bad here.”

“It is great!” she refutes, crossing her arms.

“When you're not shooting things, sure.” You get a light kick in the leg for that one.

Aeri flips the gun around, the grip pointed toward you. “Come on, asshole. Your turn.”

The two of you swap items; her gun for your phone. Hers is a lot smaller than the ones that you shot with when you joined her for a session, granted that those were rentals. And it is a gun regardless, after all.

You're giving it an inspection; feel the weight of the metal in your palm, check the amount of pellets that are still in the magazine and check if there's enough gas. You give it a press check, and look up to–

Jesus christ her ass.

Aeri didn't have to lean down to fix the shooting stand. She could've knelt down or stood up straight or hell, anything that would have avoided giving you a free show of that backside of hers being so tight. But no, she just had to bend over at the perfect angle to show off how those nonexistent clothes of hers emphasize what she has.

You really are stupid for never having the idea to fuck that ass of hers. You're even more of an idiot now that it's all you can think about. Blame your interest for being piqued, you suppose. 

Seriously, why the hell is there porn on her network?

Steadying yourself with deep breaths, you focus back on the airsoft in your hands. Purely out of beating her in this unnecessary bet to avoid watching that shitty ass reality show in favor of a pornstar getting her ass fu—

Okay, pause. This is getting out of hand now, really. Brain twisted into thinking the most insane shit that you can’t even make sure that you can aim properly. It’s a lose-lose scenario, almost, when you try to and get greeted by Aeri still fixing the plates. Still bent over.

Still showing you her ass.

“Goddamn it, Aeri,” you mutter under your breath, turning to the side, bringing the weapon up to eye level. Looking through the sights, peering down to focus on the one can of diet coke standing on the table. You’re almost tempted to squeeze the trigger, although the mess it’ll cause would cause Aeri to riot.

Can’t keep that carpet dirty or else it’s your head.

“Done!” Your head turns, and now you understand why she chose those lights. Gets her that cinematic look—the light dim enough that it makes her look alluring, mysterious, hitting her face in that orange glow that floors you. 

Even felt like time slowed, when she’s walking back to you in slow motion. Your eyes gawk at every inch of her body, and it really is dumbfounding how this woman is still single after seeing this once in a lifetime sight. 

“What’s wrong–” She’s so close now, bumping her shoulder with yours, that soft smell of mangoes hitting your nose. You blink, being greeted by her grinning features, looking all so smug that gets your pride going. “Scared of losing?”

Yeah, no.

“Come on, Uchinaga,” you state, pistol at the ready, sights aimed down at a white circle. “Time it.”

She holds the phone up. “In three–”

You breathe deep. “Two–”

Your fingers squeeze. “One–”

“Go.”

Admittedly, you are not the best at this. With two practice sessions in your belt compared to her doing this on a regular basis, your aim isn’t going to beat hers. And as much as you want to win this, you are very outmatched.

Doesn’t mean that you won’t try to beat nine seconds.

You get through the first few easily, being able to knock them down quickly. The transitions always get you, slowing you down, your shots getting messy. Missing a few here and there before the metal slams back, the ding ringing out as you keep going.

Aeri’s letting out all sorts of noises that tell you what she sees—whistling at a made shot, hissing as you miss four in a row, huffing a laugh when you finally hit the halfway point. She's mocking as much as she is encouraging, and it's only serving to get you to concentrate harder, if that was even possible.

Have to lock in and all.

You hit the next few shots you make, leaving you with the last plates to score. Your fingers adjust their hold on the gun; a minute thing to do at a time like this, more so that you're sure as shit not beating her time now. 

But it helps. Gets you your last few plates, a disappointed sigh out of your lips knowing your bad time, and a few congratulatory claps from Aeri on your side as she stops the timer.

“What do you know,” she drawls, and you already know what she'll say. You lost by thirty seconds. She'll tell you, tease you about your poor aim. Submitting you to watch that god awful show for the night, her ego through the goddamn roof.

“You got a good eleven oh three.” Can't say you were surprised. But being two seconds slower than her does send a kick to your pride. She probably sees the dissatisfaction in your face when she gives you another shoulder bump.

“Don't beat yourself too much now,” she adds as you unload the airsoft.

You had to scoff at that, a smile slipping past your lips. “Asking the impossible here, Aeri.”

“Blame the lighting.” Of course she brings that up again. “Now can the loser clean this up while I prepare what we’ll finally be watching?”

You hand her the pistol before waving her away, already walking to the stand. “Where’s your vacuum?” 

“Don’t worry about that,” she replies, wedging the gun between her elbow as she walks back to the living room. “Just hide the stand back in my room!”

You unhook the net and pick the stand up, carrying it back to her room which looked incredibly, oddly tidy. So unlike her, you think, as she’s easily the messiest person you’ve met. You had to pause, because actually seeing a neat bed and a clean desk is actually making you raise an eyebrow.

“Huh.” It’s all you can say, really. If at all. You shake your head, forgetting about this for the time being, heading to place the stand down at the corner of her room, just next to her cabinet. “Hey Aeri!”

“Yeah?” she echoes.

You bring the net up to your face. “You want me to throw away the pellets?”

There’s a short pause, and you can picture the face she must be making when she answers you. “Yes, throw them away. I don’t wanna jam my airsoft with shitty BBs, thank you!”

Your foot hits the pedal of the trashbin, and the little spheres fall into the chute. Leaving the mesh by her desk, you head back to Aeri, finding her languidly draped across the couch, laying down with her legs in the air, chin in hand, smiling and waving at you with the remote.

“Ready to chill?” she asks, her eyebrows wagging up and down.

“Might as well get this over with,” you reply, sitting down on the free spot next to her. She immediately decides to get comfier, exchanging her palm with your lap as a pillow. You look down, and you can’t believe you’re actually pleading with her not to—“Can we please not watch that bachelorette show?”

Aeri laughs. “Got you something better.” She points the remote to the TV and turns it on—

“Yeah, sexy, get it–”

The low sounds of slapping hit your ears, and your eyes are once again treated to the sight of a woman—a different one this time—getting her back blown out. More enthusiastically, you notice immediately.

“Aeri–” Air blows through your nose in an attempt to keep yourself sane. You know she felt your cock twitch; how couldn’t she, when she’s practically breathing down your lap. “Why are we back to watching porn?”

“Already saw that episode earlier. That entire season’s been on replay for the past two weeks,” she says, placing the remote down by the table, her hands joining to rest on your lap. “So we can watch this instead.”

“But I thought you didn’t want to watch porn?” The fucking in the screen gets faster, the same guy (you can’t help but think he’s lucky, but then again it’s his job) pounding down on the bent over girl.

“I’m down to entertain whatever weird ass kink you have,” she chuckles, eyes glancing up towards you, mischief dancing along her features. “Don’t think I didn’t see you peeking at mine. ‘Sides–” Aeri wiggles her hips, showing her own ass off. “You could learn a thing or two from the guy.”

“Right,” you mutter, accepting that she knows—and likes—that you are a normal, horny young male that doesn’t know whether to look at Aeri’s ass or the ass getting fucked in the screen. Your eye twitches, slowly losing your sanity at what’s happening. Forcing to keep things casual, you make an offhanded comment. “Guy’s really going at it.”

“She’s definitely enjoying it,” she adds, grabbing your hand with hers, your fingers lacing together. Her getting touchy is a bad, bad thing to be doing, the bells in your head ringing. Sounding off the good signals; ones that make you breathe deeper, your own fingers getting twitchy. 

Seeing it as an unspoken permission to speak what’s been on your mind since the moment this network decided to invade your night, since the moment the thought of Aeri’s ass took over your entire thought process, since she decided to choose on porn as your Friday movie night, you ask:

“Are you into this type of thing?” 

She chuckles. “Straight to the point tonight, are we?” She’s getting up, making sure to unnecessarily arch her back first before standing.

“It’s a no, then.” You shake your head.

“No, no,” Aeri says as she walks away. “Keep watching, I need to go get something.”

“I can swap the channel, you know.” That makes her stop and turn her head. Hair framing her face so unfairly perfect it makes the smirk she has hit so much more deadly.

“You won’t.”

And she’s resumed her walk, off to her bedroom as you sit on the couch, watching porn on the big screen while there’s pizza and diet coke in front of you. It’s a bit awkward, you’ll admit, having to take a bite out of your pizza while the exaggerated moans of the woman echo in the room.

A lot more awkward, actually.

You manage to finish a slice, getting a few gulps of diet coke before your name gets called from the hallway, followed by the dull footsteps and—

“Catch.” 

A bottle gets thrown in your direction, and your hands scramble to grab it. It rests in your palm, looking at the liquid inside the clear bottle. “What's this?”

“Just a little something to spice up tonight,” Aeri answers, sitting down next to you, body pressed up against yours—almost cuddling you with her feet curled up on the couch. She's made you wrap an arm around her shoulders, and she's twirling a pink rubber stick, balls sticking out on them like—

Oh. Oh what the fu–

“Watch your porn,” she says, reaching up with her free hand to turn your head back to the TV.

You will your face back towards you, the weak restraints that you call her hand not fighting back against your movements. “That is a lot more interesting than the porn, Aeri,” you quip, taking a closer look at what’s in her hands. You’re counting five, six spheres that get smaller the farther out it was from the base.

Suddenly the bottle in your hands makes a lot more sense.

“Is it?” She’s being coy with you, leaning her head on your chest. Looking completely focused on the action happening in front of her, gripping the anal beads in her hand, raising it up to her head. “And what, pray tell, do you think we’ll be doing with this?”

“I don’t know, Aeri,” you start, your palm slowly drifting lower. Yet the words are lost now, its cadence muddled the lower your hand goes. From her shoulders, down to her waist, finally resting yourself on the curve of her ass. You’re tempted to give it a good, nice squeeze; wanting to begin appreciating what she’s got after seemingly ignoring it for so long.

And to be fair to yourself, you were only thinking about how lucky you were that you get to fuck Uchinaga fucking Aeri without managing to completely screw over what friendship you two have. It’s almost a miracle in itself, you think, that neither of you have ever brought up what this was.

Were you fuckbuddies? Friends with benefits? Is that what it will ever be—

“Keep watching,” Aeri chuckles, forcing your head back to the porn on the screen. Leaving your cheeks with a few playful taps, she wanders down herself, coming down to palm your cock over your pants. Rubbing you over the fabric, squeezing lightly that makes you twitch.

“Christ, Aeri,” you exhale, legs parting to allow her more room. It was a sign of permission on both ends, groping her asscheek, fingers squishing her asscheek. It causes her to giggle impishly, biting her lip to slow the coquettish smile that's begun forming.

“You like that dick?”

“Fucking love it, sexy—”

Her grip gets firmer around your length as she leans in to whisper you a question. “Still have that lube?”

You breathe out your answer. Of course, speaking out of your lips, eyes closing; thoughts wandering. Trying to remember the last time you’ve seen her bare ass, thinking of how you’ll be able to bury yourself between her thighs, tongue prodding lower than you normally would. 

Would her moans sound different? Would it be the same when you play with her pucker, letting your tongue explore her in such a different way. It’s getting you harder, pulling you in deeper into the rabbit hole that Aeri’s dug wide open.

“Hey now,” she says, elbowing your stomach lightly. Getting you back to reality as she pushes herself off of you, laying her toy down on the table and taking the bottle from your hands. “Why don’t you take your pants off for me?”

It’s your turn to play pretend, even as your actions speak otherwise—already unzipping your pants, tugging them down to your ankles. “And why should I?”

“Because,” she drawls, thumbing the cap open. Glancing back at you as a dribble of the liquid inside starts to fall down to her palm. “We gotta get you ready, sexy.”

“I should be telling you that,” you say, and it makes her laugh.

“Don’t you worry, you’ll get to play with this ass all you want later,” she replies, giving you a saucy wink. “But for now, let me have some fun.”

“This is what I get for telling dating apps to fuck off, huh?” you joke, your boxers tugged down, and your legs are kicking them off to the floor just as Aeri comes back to your side. 

“Tell them to fuck off later.” Her arm’s wrapped around your shoulder this time, as she lets her wet palm wrap around your cock. “Right now, you're going to fuck me.” The cold warmth makes you tense, and you’re putty in her hands as she slowly begins to pump you.

“Aeri–” You turn your head towards her, and she’s so damn close that one push of your head and you’d be meeting her lips. Although you imagine she has other plans in mind when her breath tickles your neck, and her voice is sent directly to your ear. 

“Shh,” she coos, her hand spreading the lube all over your length. Her thumb circling your tip whenever her fingers pump up, making sure to get you all nice and wet for what’s to come. You let your arm snake around her waist, pulling her as close you can. You can only let out a small prayer to god, allowing yourself to lean back further on the couch. She lets out a breathy giggle, clearly enjoying the reaction she’s getting out of you.

And in her mind, that only means that she can take things up a notch.

“You like how he’s fucking her ass like that?” Oh, it’s over for you. “Pinning her down–” Your grip tightens around her waist, a shaky exhale spilling out of you as her hand goes faster. “–Making her beg for more of that thick cock inside the fat ass she’s got?”

You can only let out a chuckle at her words. She’s jerking you off like this and she’s more interested in if you think porn is fucking hot? “I’m not even watching anymore, Aeri,” you admit, more focused on the feeling of her hand pumping up and down your cock, the lube coating you in a light sheen.

Aeri scoffs playfully, blowing air into your ear. “You should,” she urges, her teeth grazing your earlobe. “It’s really fucking hot.”

“You think–” Your eyes open, and you’re once again saying hello to the debauchery being played on her TV. The dirty talk accentuates what’s happening, the man pounding down the woman’s ass, just like the woman’s been begging him to. “That she likes it?”

“Oh, she fucking loves it,” she purrs, and it’s a completely different response you’re getting from the earlier rant she’s told you. But your perverted brain can’t comprehend that, too caught up in enjoying this than to think of anything that is rational. “This one’s in it for the game, y’know? Not like that other chick–”

“And which one are you?” Your other hand comes to her chest, finger dancing around the top of the fabric. You can’t stop yourself from hooking a few fingers inside her top, tugging it down to expose the supple flesh underneath. 

The grin on her face answers everything and nothing. She doesn't say anything just yet, only reaching behind her to unzip her top, loosening the cloth enough for her to pull it over her head. It fully exposes her chest, such irresistible, impeccable breasts that makes your mouth water.

Such a perfect pair, even as she jokes how there's always bigger ones than hers. One of her friends alone tops everyone you've met, but Aeri's has something so much more special.

It's hers. And you cannot wait to have them in your mouth.

“Take a guess,” she teases, grabbing the bottle from the table and letting her tits get lathered in them. She lets the lube drop on the couch, her hands playing with her breasts as she's climbing on top of you, straddling you and pushing her chest out as an invitation.

You come up to cup one of her breasts, feel the weight of them in your palm as you give a generous squeeze. “You’re the type to be doing this for shits and giggles, Aeri,” you answer, your idle hand resting in her hip as she chuckles.

“Normally, you’d be right,” she says, getting comfier on your lap, a hand on your shoulder as she leans back just a tad to give you more space to play with her tits. “But I think we both have something to talk about after this.”

As ominous as that sounds, you don’t let yourself worry about it. Simply nod your head at her, telling yourself it’s a future you problem, because right now you're worrying more about trying to survive her teasing. Grinding down on your cock as she pulls you into a teat, the hard nub meeting your tongue as you lick away.

“Just focus on this for now,” she mutters, letting you enjoy her full breasts. Your lips wrap around her nipple, your tongue tracing circles around her bud, kissing every inch of skin you can get. You revel in it, sucking on her teat, cupping her breasts together to swap between them, giving them playful bites that make her sigh in pleasure. Aeri doesn’t let you linger for long, pushing you away to plant her lips on yours. 

Moaning into your mouth, letting the sound reverberate around your lips as you taste her lips. You never tire of how soft her lips feel, the utter need that begins rising inside you to have more of them, to taste more of her. And she reciprocates all of it, her tongue prodding your lower lip for permission that you wholeheartedly allow. 

You don’t miss the way she’s rolling her hips as you lock lips; the lazy circling she’s doing on your cock, your palms getting to experience every twirl she makes. It’s driving you crazy, groaning into her mouth as she grows ever faster with her hips, her lips, her arms wrapped around your neck to keep you close.

The need to breathe takes one of you first, and she pulls away. She’s licking her lips, breathing deep while gripping her hips to stop her from moving. “Aeri,” you gasp, letting out another groan as she comes to attack your neck, planting wet pecks all around you. “Fucking hell–”

It’s become noise now, the pornography in front of you. Barely incomprehensible at this point. Only the sounds of skin hitting skin being the few things you can understand aside from the words that are being screamed out. A phrase must’ve gotten Aeri’s attention, because the second they were heard she paused her actions.

“Come on, sexy, spank my ass!”

Aeri lets out a chuckle, her tongue swiping up your neck before she’s getting off you, spinning around and allowing you the beautiful sight of her legs that go on for miles, her shorts that do nothing to hide her thighs, to the beautiful line of her back. She’s got her thumbs hooked under her shorts, her movements torturously slow when she begins to pull them down.

She’s testing your patience—seconds that feel like hours as she bends over, the clothing low enough to expose just that hint of ass hiding underneath. It comes lower, until you see her panties come down with her shorts, lower, until she exposes her wet pussy lips to you, lower, until they are loose enough to let go of. She’s picked them up by her toes, joining the discarded pile of clothes you’ve left before she turns her head, her red mane almost lighting up from the TV.

“Come on, sexy, spank my ass,” She repeats, a smirk on her face, her ass so close to your shaft. Her hands rest on her knees as she starts to grind herself on you, your tip brushing her folds. You're holding onto your dick by the base, not allowing yourself any lost sensation of Aeri’s ass on your cock as she gyrates and rolls her hips back to you.

Leaving your other hand free to do as you wish with her ass. It comes crashing down her cheek, a sharp crack sounding out as she arches her back, a momentary pause as she lets the sting of your palm sit. “More,” she moans, grinding down harder, pushing her ass back against you. And you give it to her. 

Your hand’s coming down her asscheeks, enjoying each gasp she makes when you do. And every time it happens she grows restless, backing down on you harder, making you twitch as she’s rolling her hips at you. It’s an impossible challenge, having to survive this while you’re all but egging her on with each spank. But you make do, making sure that her ass is red by the time she’s decided to get on her knees for you.

Doesn’t grace you with any form of a warning—simply pushes the hand holding your cock to allow hers to take over. Holding you by the base and taking you in deep. No preamble at all, just her lips wrapping around your length, pushing down until she's taken every inch of you down her throat.

“What the hell, Aeri–” is all you can muster out, your hands coming to grip her hair. Holding on tight as she throats your cock, eyes locked onto yours. Bobbing her head quickly, hand pumping what her lips can't reach, her tongue twirling around your length. “Oh my god–”

“What’s wrong?” she teases, tapping your tip against her tongue. Letting the spit that’s accumulated fall down her mouth and coat you, jerking your cock and getting it all over you, her hand, her lips. “Too much for you, sexy?”

That damn pet name’s going to get you killed, more so when she’s doubled her efforts; not even bothering for a response except for your fucked stupid expression. Giggling up at you, the vibrations sending shivers, your thighs clenching from the way her tongue just moves all while she’s fucking her head on your cock.

It is, quite in fact, too much for you to handle, needing to physically get her pouty lips off your cock to stop her from making you finish inside her mouth. “Hold on–” You’re left gasping for air, while Aeri is simply looking at you; all innocent and doll-like, like she’s done no wrong to you in the past few minutes.

And to be fair, she hasn’t. Except for maybe the fact that she isn’t waiting anymore, pulling you in for another kiss. Getting you on the floor with her as your recovering lungs allow her to explore your mouth with no resistance at all.

She knows your body just as much as you know hers—on your lap to keep grinding her bare cunt on your dick, no respite given at all. Her arms are wrapped around your neck to keep her lips kissed with yours while your own hands are holding onto her hips, tapping them, squeezing them, going lower to paw at her ass; anything to get her to slow down because she’s become voracious, always unsatisfied at what she’s getting, what you’re offering. Wanting more of your lips, your cock, of you.

“What–” You had to push her away to get her to pause, leaving you both breathless. “What’s going on with you, Aeri–” You’re cut off with a groan, her hips persistent, wet folds kissing your cock at each roll.

“I just–” Her tongue’s licking her bottom lip, hands steadying her on your shoulders. “Just–want you so fucking bad,” she says, sighing at the slightest bit of tension being released by her grinding.

The admission gets you aching, gets your fingers digging into those cheeks of hers as she’s lazily letting her folds brush against your cock, the desire to pick her up the tiniest bit to get her impaled on your cock sitting in the back of your mind. Everything about you is screaming that you want her too, want her so bad that you’re letting her do whatever she wants with you. 

And she knows it—has her chuckling into your lips, arms locked around your neck growing tighter. It’s almost annoying how easy she can read you at times. Yet as much as you want to keep this going, to see what happens when you let her have her way, what’s being played behind her returns you to what you should really be doing.

Your palm hits her ass, making her freeze. “Up,” you order, nodding to your side. “On the couch, Uchinaga.”

“And if I don’t want to?” She’s challenging you, trying to see how far you would go for what you really, truly are craving for. And hell, you are going to get it one way or the other.

“Fine.” Aeri lets out a cute yelp as you pick her up by the waist, her legs locking around you. Standing up and turning back around to place her down on back on the soft leather, slowly untangling her long legs. And you’re back on your knees, a complete one-eighty to both your positions.

Taking off your shirt and letting it join the increasingly large pile of clothes, you part her legs, giving them a push to show her pussy, dripping wet now from all the foreplay, looking utterly mouthwatering. Yet you’re eyeing her little asshole, speculating at what the taste would be, salivating at the thought you are finally, irrevocably, going to eat Aeri’s ass.

Pulling her closer by her thighs, hearing her sweet mutters and moans of getting your tongue in her cunt. Wide, pleading eyes look down on you, arms spread on the couch to fist whatever she can of it, and the sight of it alone gets you to smile.

Something about seeing Aeri look so messy and begging makes the need to worship her all the more important to you. Hungry to see her lose more of herself in the wreckage of pleasure that you’ll be giving her, to hear her gasp and whimper and cry at how you’ll devote yourself to that pucker of hers, her own excitement showing with her winking rosebud.

“My turn, Aeri,” you tell her, bending forward and giving her left cheek a kiss, right where your palm has left its mark. Then her right, moving back and forth between them, a hand coming down to rub at her clit. It drives her mad, trying to roll her hips towards you, wanting to have your mouth satiate what she needs. Yet it only causes you to keep delaying, keep kissing her marks away, keep playing with her sweet spot.

“Stop fucking playing around–” She’s getting frantic, a hand grabbing your hair in an attempt to get her way. You’re fighting back against the pull, licking up her asscheek, to her thighs and giving her folds a slap with your fingers. It makes her thighs tremble, her hold on you immediately slacking.

“Thought this was what you wanted,” you say, planting a kiss on the plush thighs, your digits leaving her folds. Going lower, tracing the rim of that little hole; looking so tight that you doubt your finger would be able to go in. “I’m focusing on you, just like you told me to.”

You reach out to her side, grabbing the lube and squirting some on your hand. Making sure to get more on your index, you’ve moved back to her ass, back to tracing circles on her backdoor. You’re looking straight at her as you talk about having your complete attention on her ass, just as you push your digit in.

She’s tensing against your grip, flexing the muscles of her thighs as she takes your finger. Watch your lone digit push in ever so slowly, hearing her hiss and sigh at the sensation. “W-Wait,” she gasps, reaching out to take hold of your arm. “Use the beads.”

Your gaze returns to the table, where the pink rubber’s been left since the beginning of this all. Pulling your finger out slowly, you give her asshole a soothing rub before you go and pick it up. Giving it a quick look before you go back to Aeri. “What do you need me to do?”

“Pour some lube on it,” she says, hands coming to pull her asscheeks apart. “And put it in me. Not all of it, okay?”

“Oka–”

“I’m serious,” she cuts you off with a stern look, before biting her lip and looking away. Seemingly in debate with herself for a quick moment before she confesses something that makes your heart race. “It’s my first time doing this, so take it easy alright?”

You’re moving without even noticing it, leaning in to give her a peck. A whisper of your promise to her between your lips. “I’ll make sure to stop if it hurts, Aeri.” 

“Fuck you.” It’s an automatic response, almost on instinct that gets the both of you chuckling. “Just–get back over there and stick it in. Slowly, please.”

You’re pouring lube over the rubber, praying that Aeri doesn’t notice that you dripped a bit of lube down her couch—

“You’re cleaning that up tomorrow, by the way.”

Well shit.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laugh, pointing the edge of the beads towards her pucker. Her hands are back to spreading her ass for you, giving you an easier time to push it in. “Like this?”

Aeri’s humming her consent, watching your every movement as you slowly push a bead in. It was the smallest one, each ball getting bigger the closer it is to the base. “D-Do half.”

Pushing two more in, watching it stretch her, her entrance widening to take each sphere inside her. “What now?”

“Give me a sec,” she replies, eyes closing and taking deep breaths. Your decision to help relieve her tension comes in the form of gently circling your fingers once more above her clit, making her gasp. Cursing at the sensation, moaning as she tells you to keep pushing more.

So you do. Every time she takes another bead she tenses up, your fingers playing with her folds more to help her relax, her entrance widening further to take bigger and bigger beads. It’s good that the difference in sizes weren’t too big, else she’d be taking longer to get used to the feeling. You talk to her in between insertions, asking the most natural thing that comes to mind:

“Why do you have this anyway?”

“What?” Her eyes snap open, a raised eyebrow following as you look up at her. “Have what, toys?”

“I mean, I know you have them–” Remembering the time she threw her dildo at you one time was a funny memory to recall at a time like this, though it still comes to mind. And you got domed in the head with it for no good reason too. “But I didn’t think you’d be into playing with–” It sounds odd, thinking about your next words in your head. It doesn’t stop you from continuing this line of thought, your curiosity taking over everything. “–your ass.”

The next natural thing comes to mind, and you’re already asking her the question before your brain can even catch up with whether you really should be asking it or not.

“Were you planning to have me fuck your ass or something?”

You—honest to god—might have screwed up your possibly one and only chance of ever getting a whiff of anal sex with that question. The sheer ego to think that she would do all this for you makes you cringe internally. What if she just wanted to do this for the fun of it, the adventure, the thrill of doing something new to her—

“Kinda?” What the fuck did she just say? “I thought it'd be a good birthday gift for you–” Oh my god was she actually planning on this? “–and since we're both single and we were already fooling around before and–”

She takes another deep breath. Calming herself down before she starts to ramble. “Can we–” She says them so slowly, carefully, going over each word in her head before she speaks (unlike your dumbass), looking at you with so much emotion that it gets you to just stop. “Can we talk about this later? When you're not about to actually fuck my ass?”

Her first time, giving it to you of all people. The thought sounded so impossible, so insane that hearing her say it out loud causes your entire being to lock up under the total, pure insinuation of it causes your world's axis to tilt.

Yeah, you two really should talk after this.

A chuckle of sheer disbelief leaves your lips at her words, before you stop to look at her. And you really look at her, from the tense muscles due to the beads, the sweat dripping down her cheek, that hint of a smile on her face—all forgotten when you see the fond look in her eyes.

Definitely need to talk about this.

“Alright, Aeri,” you breathe out, kissing her thigh. Saying the only thing you can say that encapsulates everything you want to convey. “Thank you. Even if you were planning on such a crazy birthday gift.”

A laugh escapes her lips. “Happy birthday in advance–” Aeri says your name so adoringly, that familiar teasing lilt in her voice that gets you grinning. “Now, can you stick it all in please? I really want to have you in my ass.”

You see what she means by when she really likes a guy now.

“So impatient,” you chide, pushing the last two beads in. Making sure to let her get used to each additional one you push in her asshole. “Now what?”

“Pull them out, slowly too.” And you follow them to the letter. Tighten your grip on the base and slowly pull each bead out. Treated to a front row seat of having her asshole get stretched out, each bead widening her back entrance. You can hear Aeri's panting as you take each bead out, until you've popped every last bead out from her.

And you're left mesmerized, seeing her asshole look so tight, so ready, so fucking delectable it makes you stop and think how she would taste like.

Never was one to back down from trying something new.

You come back down, your tongue out and reaching for her asshole. Her taste takes your palate, and she is divine. Aeri’s calling out to you, trying to get your attention but you're already tensing your tongue and pushing in, feeling the slightest bit of resistance as you go. Even with the beads making way before you, she’s still so fucking snug that you lather her entrance up even more with your spit.

You can feel her tighten against your tongue, the moans that are muddled by her thighs wrapping around your head and you swear that this might be what you’ll be experiencing once heaven comes knocking about for you. 

It’s a contrast, what she’s saying and what she’s doing. Asking you to stop eating her ass and get on with sticking your cock in (as enticing as it was), telling you that the lube and spit that she’s prepped your length with is gonna be gone (which, are really just excuses). And yet—warm, soft thighs are tightening around your head at every single minute thing that your tongue is doing. Her hand digging deep into your scalp as she pushes you forward, making you go deeper, treating this asshole like it was your last meal.

And you try not to keep yourself too preoccupied with just her ass, snaking a palm up back, running your fingers through her soaked folds and coating your fingers in them. Pressing a few fingers against her lips, allowing her wetness to slide your digits forward.

Aeri's gone, calling your name, broken phrases and words mixing in that gets you even more enthusiastic about this. Slowly pumping your fingers inside her in this rhythm, making sure one hole of hers is full. 

“Oh my god–” She's slumping back against the couch, surrendering herself to you, no longer deciding to fight back. Letting you have your way with her, continuing your worship of her asshole, giving her pussy more attention from the neglect it will inevitably receive once you'll take her ass.

“You like this ass, sexy?”

You almost forgot that that was playing in the background, and it's funny that that was the one thing you both decided to pick up on. Makes Aeri pull your head out from her thighs, and you're looking up at her.

Red cheeks, a lazy, perverse grin as her head tilts to the side. “Well, sexy? You like my ass?”

“Love it.” You let a finger come play with her pucker, making circling motions as you pull the fingers out of her folds. “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

“Don’t have to wait much more,” she says, loosening her hold on your neck as she gives your scalp a gentle tug. “Come on, I think I’m ready for you.”

“You sure?” Your throat is bobbing, gulping as time’s finally come. You’re positioning yourself between her legs, holding yourself by the base. Your other reaches out to caress a thigh; a hand she comes to give a gentle squeeze of with her own.

“Course I am,” she tells you, letting out a chuckle. “Had my mind set on it since forever. And besides, you’re the only one I trust with this.”

You give her thigh a squeeze back. “Tell me what to do then.”

“Well,” she exhales, leaving your hand to spread her asscheeks. “You can start by sticking your cock in my ass.” She adds a stern glare at the end of it, slowly coming out of her lips as your tip meets her asshole.

“Slow, I got you.” You take a deep breath, lining yourself up properly against her. She’s looking up at you with a bitten lip, waiting, anticipating your move. You push agonizingly slow, allowing her entrance to get used to the head of your cock, slowly, slowly, until your entire head’s inside of Aeri’s ass.

She lets out a long hiss, trying to ease herself in with your tip, each second passing making you keep on pushing as she makes you fit inside her tight little hole. Aeri’s cursing, groaning as you continue filling her with your cock. An arm snaps down to grip onto the leather, closing her eyes and letting you feed her more of your length until—

“Tell me that’s all of it,” she says, eyes opening slowly to look at you.

You take your time to answer, because you’re stuck in a trance of an ever-looping state of sanity and intensity. The way that it feels like she’s pulsing around your cock, squeezing and clenching around you with such tightness you almost think she’s trying to milk you of your load right out the gate. Or if she was trying to cut your dick off. 

Hopefully the former.

“Halfway there,” you reply, gritting your teeth at the sheer pressure she’s surrounding you with. Only half, and it feels so mind destroying, more so when you realize that you are her first.

You snap out of your daze when Aeri lets out a scoff. “Fucking christ why do you have to be this  big?”

Yeah, you’re a goner for this woman.

“Don’t–” Her eyes flutter shut. “–put in more of that.”

“What do you want me to do?” The temptation to push further in is strong, but you don’t want to hurt Aeri anymore than she must already be, even with the lube and foreplay to prepare her with this.

“Just start fucking me,” she answers, and your breath hitches from the thought. “But don’t go past half or whatever the fuck length you’re in me.”

An implausible task she is asking of you. And all you can tell her is—“No promises.”

You start pulling back, setting a slow pace for yourself. Taking her ass as delicate as you can, rocking your hips back and forth, her asshole clenching so damn tightly around you it drives you insane with just this much already. You’re almost scared of what would happen if you decide to push every inch of yourself in her.

Fingers caress her legs, in an attempt to give her comfort from the pain, yet every small sigh she airs, every clench of her ass around you seems to break your resolve.

“This looked a lot easier on the TV,” you grunt, steadying yourself, grabbing her legs and pulling them upwards, laying her feet on your shoulders.

“Yeah?” She manages a chuckle out, mouth curling up into a smirk. “She wasn’t taking one this big, you fucking–”

Aeri’s groaning at each thrust, muscles squeezing down on your once more as you push a little further. “Fuck, you feel so–” she mutters, gasping as you go slightly faster. “So much more bigger in my ass.”

Your rhythm gets all fucked up at that, pushing in a bit more than you should’ve, past that barrier that you two have agreed upon. A barrier that quickly gets destroyed as her lips open wide, a curse singing out of her.

“More,” she groans, that familiar hunger in her eyes settling in; it’s one that you’ve seen every time she gets further into things, starting to really let herself enjoy the perversion. And every time you see it, it gets you falling deeper into her, deeper into her body, her tightness, her eyes—fuck, how the hell is this woman still single?

“Go faster.” She’s going to make you fall in love at this point.

You follow her to the very letter, hips thrusting faster, gripping onto her thighs harder. Pretty sure you’ll be leaving handmarks by the end of it but you just can’t find it in yourself to give a fuck anymore, taken completely by Aeri’s ass wrapped around your cock.

“God you feel so tight,” you praise, your hips getting closer and closer to meeting her ass at each push of your hips, each time sending more tingles around your body as the sheer pressure of it gets you addicted.

“And you’re the only one special enough to get this first,” she says, moaning as you finally, finally hit skin upon skin, the sound immaculate. Your arms have wrapped around her legs, thrusting turning into pounding. Eyes closing as you let all restraint come loose, your fucking growing longer, pace going faster, all the while she’s speaking all these dirty sweet nothings that serve to chip away even more at your shot nerves.

“Careful now, I might ask for seconds of this.” You peer over her legs, watching every small change in her expression. That grin on her face growing wider, her gaze almost rabid in the way she’s looking at you.

Aeri laughs—a sultry, slow tone that gets you thrusting deeper. “You can have me as much as you want, sexy.” It’s a statement, one she turns into a speech when she says that you can eat her sweet ass anytime, as long as you promise to fuck it straight after. “Bet you’d like that, huh?” She sounds so damn cocky because she's right; you would like it. You'd love it, even.

Just be on your knees, a face constantly full of her ass. Your tongue digging in, savoring her taste before you go mental the second your length sinks inch by every fucking inch inside her asshole. It'd be a dream come fucking true, honestly.

“Aeri–” You gulp down the thoughts that have become swirling around your head, the imagery that her words have given you, making your strokes harder, pushing her legs down bit by bit as she moans.

Her hands begin to pinch at her nipples, her moans joining that rhythmic slapping. You barely hear the fucking from the TV, engrossed utterly in Aeri's ass. Pumping your length into her, hearing her spit out words along the lines of fuck yes, more, this ass is yours, sexy to go rougher, to take every hole she has as yours.

It’s a treat to watch, all of it—got the front row view of the complete thing. Everything meshes with the groaning that you hear coming out of the screen, and a quick peek to the bright lights makes you pause in your thrusting, engrossed at the ending show; a cock pulling out of the woman’s ass to show her leaking all the cum that’s been dumped inside of it.

“Bet you wanna do that to me.” Aeri’s chuckles turn you back to her, propping herself up with her arm, her other reaching out to you. “Pump me full of cum in my ass, give me my first anal creampie–” Her palm presses against your chest, and she’s pushing you away, your cock pulling out of her pucker. “Gotta wait a little while longer first, sexy.”

She’s pushed you back down the couch, your dick aching and throbbing and fuck you’re so close as she's grabbing the bottle of lube and pouring the remains of it in her hand. Lathering her palm up and grabbing hold of your length to give you another coating. “I want a ride.”

You let out a shaky exhale as she turns around and gets on your lap, legs up on the couch next to your legs as she takes hold of your cock one more, giving you quick tugs before she points the tip right back into her asshole. You’re both letting out pleasured noises as your cockhead widens her hole, taking you back in her intense tightness.

She takes you in faster than the first time, taking you in your entirety as she sinks down, her plush ass meeting your groin. A hum comes out her lips, grinding down and gyrating her hips, making you groan out in response.

“Fuck, Aeri, babe–” You snap your mouth shut, the petname slipping from your lips like it was the natural. As if you should’ve been calling her that from the start. The revelation sparks something in you, and you can feel it in her too. 

“Yeah?” She’s looking back at you, rocking her hips back and forth, that damn smile that’s on her lips telling you everything that it is you need to know. Your hands come to rest on her waist, and the curl of her lips widens into a grin. “Need something, sexy?”

“I need you–” A strangled moan cuts you off as she starts to bounce on your lap, not even bothering to hear the rest of your answer. She already knows what you need—what you’re craving for. It's gotten you both wanting it, a hunger that's grown out of control.

And when she said she's riding, she means it. Hands on your chest, fucking herself on your cock so hard it makes the couch creak, and you're left holding on for dear life. Her hole so overwhelmingly snug around you, clenching and pulsing at every second that you're inside of her that your grip on her waist gets firmer. Her moans grow louder, filthy phrases coming out of her in droves. 

You know you're not going to last at this point—understandably so, when she's set her sights on having your load inside her ass—but you want this to prolong this for as long as you can. And that makes you move.

Fingers roam down to find her clit, and you begin drawing circles around the swollen nub. Your other comes up to a breast, cupping and kneading and getting Aeri off her relentless pace.

“Fuck–” Aeri stumbles, moans and arches her back when your fingers plunge into her dripping cunt, before her body falls down. Almost laying limp on your lap as your cock feels so snug inside her hole. “That's not fair–”

“All's fair in love and war, baby.” You thrust upward; once, enough to get her keening. Twice, and she's mewling at you. Arm wrapping around your neck when you take her ass once more. 

“Oh, fuck off with that.” Aeri's chuckling, laughing at your words, pulling you into a messy kiss to dampen the moans she's letting out. It's of no use, when you're fucking her so well it makes her cries all the more bewitching. That exquisite symphony she's creating as she pulls away, sending music straight to your ears mixed in with the unfiltered filth coming out of her mouth. “Just–fuck me, sexy–fuck my ass till–till you cum in me–fuck me harder–”

You settle into your own flow; fingers pulling out of her soaked pussy just as you thrust into her ass, the sounds that she makes are as beautiful as the day you first heard her sob her name in pleasure. And yet, even when you’re in control, the only thing that it’s done was send you falling down deeper, sending you closer and closer to having your load deep in her ass.

Aeri knows—and she wants you to. Fucking begs you to, whispering so much depravity in your ears as a hand comes to help you out, circling her clit with her digits as your own are fucking her folds. She’s leaving kisses along your neck, clenching her walls around you, tightening around your fingers, your cock. 

“Come on, sexy–cum for me, cum in my tight little virgin asshole–” There’s a delirious giggle mixed in with them, your pounding getting harder, faster, deeper. The reminder sends you into overdrive, makes you groan, your name being whispered so wantonly that you can’t hold it back any longer.

Your fingers come out of her cunt, choosing to grope her breasts just as your hips meet her ass, sinking every inch of yourself inside of her ass, and you finish—spurts of white flooding Aeri’s tight ass, your vision blurring. Your fingers dig into the pert flesh as your orgasm is so overwhelmingly, mind-fuckingly stupidly hard you think you would pass out from the sheer act of cumming.

The only tangible thought in your brain is that you’re cumming inside Uchinaga Aeri’s ass, the very first to do so, and that only makes your release all the more monolithic that you start seeing stars.

Her own climax follows, her screams all you can comprehend aside from her body convulsing on top of you, her muscles clenching, milking you of every drop of cum, wanting it all dumped inside her ass. Your name repeats off her lips like a mantra, silenced only when her mouth comes crashing towards yours. Desperately, softly, never wanting to let you go from her arms.

You respond in kind, pouring every bit of emotion you can into the kiss. Kissing her until your balls stop cumming, until your lips turn raw, until the need of air hits your lungs. And even when one of you pulls away the other comes to lean in for soft, needy pecks. Even when Aeri’s coming up to release your spent cock out of her asshole, feeling your load drip down her hole and onto your shaft, your thighs, the leather—you’ve come to spoon her in your arms, holding onto her as if she’s the only thing that matters right now.

And she is. Really, truly is. 

You couldn’t dwell on it for much longer when she lets out an airy laugh. “I can’t feel my legs,” she says, slumping into your embrace. “God, that was–what the fuck was that even?” There’s disbelief in her tone as she looks at you.

“You're asking me,” you chuckle, catching your breath as the aftermath of your debauchery lingers in your body. “You're the one that offered.”

“Hope you liked your birthday gift then.” Her legs stretch, and you're pulling her down to lay on the couch. 

“Loved it, Aeri–hey!” You flinch as the pinch she gives your arm. “What was that for?”

“You called me something else earlier,” she explains, moving to lay on top of you, her chin resting on your chest. “Call me that again.”

“What, are we–” You're almost afraid of opening this topic up. That even after this, you're still so hesitant of something you know in your heart you shouldn't be. “Are we putting a label on us now?”

“I mean, aren't we something?” she asks, an eyebrow raising. “We've known each other a while, we've fucked a few times–shit, you just fucked my ass–” Both of you chuckle at that. “And you're the only guy that's stayed. That means a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me,” you say, hand coming to cup her cheek, brushing a strand of crimson stuck on her cheek. “A lot more than you know.”

She leans into your touch, cheeks reddening at your words. “We don't gotta rush anything, you know. We can even count this as our first date.”

“I don't know about that one.” You laugh along with her.

“Why not?” There's that familiar mischief twinkling in her eyes. “We watched a movie, shot airsoft, had sex at the end–” She inches closer to your face. “I'd say it's a wonderful first date.”

“Does that mean you put out on the first date too?” you joke, and she rolls her eyes at you.

“Only to guys I really like.” She smiles, all teeth and confidence. “And right now, it's only happened once.”

“Must be a lucky guy then.” You can't help but grin right back at her, before you lean in for a kiss.

Aeri smiles into it, an arm coming to rest at your nape. “So?” she mutters into your lips, pulling away just enough to ask you. “What'll it be, sexy?”

“Sure, baby,” you answer, and she seals your agreement with a kiss. You feel yourself come alive, an emotion you've long given up on being evoked by her. And it rejuvenates you, your length twitching back to life with each kiss exchanged. 

She senses it too, wiggling her hips at you. “Someone's happy.”

“Can't help it,” you say, peppering her neck with kisses. “You bring it out of me, I guess.”

Aeri scoffs playfully. “You're just happy your dick's getting wet again.”

“Well, I was gonna ask if you want to go out for dinner next week–” You shrug, and she pauses to look at you. “By that new Chinese spot we passed by last time.”

“Thought you'd never ask.” Aeri softens, looking at you with such fondness it makes your heart skip a beat. It comes as quick as it goes however, that usual playfulness returning to her eyes. “Now, would you like your baby to help you with this?”

She's grinding against you, your length hard and throbbing at her actions.

You shake your head. This girl, sometimes. Wouldn't change her for the world.

“If my baby would be so kind to.”

Aeri grins, leaving a trail of kisses down from your lip, to your neck, your chest, your stomach, until she reaches your cock.

“Sit back and relax then, sexy.” 

She gives your cock a kiss.

“Let your baby rock your world again.”