Toxic

A taste of debauchery

Chapter 4 

What lies before him is a girl on his mercy. 

It was quite the sight: one of the prettiest girl in his classroom was lying beneath him; legs sprawled out and welcoming, a messy puddle under her still soaked heat, cheeks painted in pink, chest heaving with its hardened tip, lips swollen and eyes glazed with lust. An utterly beautiful wreck. 

Merely observing her was already too much of a delight, his cock was so hard that it was maddening not spending another second not inside her; while fucking her with his hands it had already been twitching painfully, practically begging to be set free from the boxers it was encaged in. And now when it finally does, his arousal was made evident; his tip smeared by a clear, sticky liquid that trickled down his girth, and was, again, twitching involuntarily every so often as he stared at her like she was the greatest work of art he has set his eyes on. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he gets back to where he was righteously positioned between her legs, the rustling of the bedsheets signalling her sealed fate for the night. Karuizawa takes a sharp inhale, still yet to take her eyes off his girth, which he's not exactly sure why she's looking at such dumbfoundedness. Did he have some anatomical defect that he wasn't aware of? Was there? 

"So big," she murmurs.

That had him raising a brow at her. And, if her reddening cheeks is anything to go by, he'd say that she said it only on impulse. After saying it she instantly set her eyes away from him in clear embarrassment, then saying, whilst gripping the sheets, "b-be gentle with me, okay?"

That was odd. Did she have any base for reference as to what a cock usually should be? What's its length and sizes are? He can't be that big. Right?

He hums. When he positioned the head to her entrance he saw from the corner of his eyes her body going rigid. Noticing this he puts a hand on her knees, tries to soothe her by drawing small circles at her bone.

It works, he thinks. He's not sure. He's too preoccupied with the thought of finally being inside her.

He was so caught up in the anticipation that the slight motion of his tip rubbing across her slit shot through him like a suffocating wave, making his toes curl and emit a groan. Next, he pushes his hips forward, his member follows suit. He breaks her open, slowing down a little and letting her walls adjust from his size when he hears her taking a sharp inhale and wincing.

Burying himself inch by inch, her fingers curl and gather a chunk of the bedsheet in a fist from beside her, clinging to it for dear life.

Drops of tears leaked from her shut eyes, yet, knowing that he was only halfway through, that didn't stop him from continuing until he finally fully sheaths himself to the hilt. 

He was being charitable, really, since it's taking every ounce of patience left in him to not just rut her till she's a crying and writhing mess when he finally buries himself in her. He's heard and read that the first time for females comes with pain, some even said really painful if done poorly. So he's pressured by the duty of making sure that the process would be as painless as possible, which in and of itself has been made a challenge against his self control the moment he felt just how warm her insides were, and how soft, slick and tight she was around him.

He was breathing heavily above her, jaws tense, eyes barely keeping themselves open, while the girl below him was huffing and sniffing.