TIMELESS

Freak

UHMMMM SO I WROTE ALMOST 2 THOUSAND WORDS WORTH OF SMUT SO YALL BETTER ENJOY IT BEFORE THE EPILOGUE. This chapter is pure smut so if it makes you uncomfortable please skip.

Soft music played in Y/n's bedroom that was currently illuminated by her favorite scented candles that helped to create a more romantic atmosphere. She wanted to love Takemichi just as much as he loved her. And while the physical connection wouldn't define the relationship, it would be a defining moment in the relationship that was brewing between the two.

Y/n stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, fixing the light makeup she had on her face. She smiled at herself before running her manicured fingers down the lace bra she wore. The matching bottoms accentuated her figure making her legs look slender and smooth. Her hair was pulled back and a sparkly silver necklace sat beautifully across her chest.

She could be posing for the front cover of a magazine with how pretty she looked right now. But her mind was stuck on the dark haired male on the other side of the bathroom door. Taking a deep breath, she gave herself a nod of reassurance.

"Oh stop being so fucking shy, you've literally been with Roppongi's playboy for fucks sake. You're a bad bitch. You're gonna go in there and fuck the shit outta him and get him addicted. You got this," she spoke to herself. Swinging open the door Y/n was fully prepared to find a scared little Takemichi sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed all nervous, yet instead she found Michi waiting for her, his sweatpants hanging low on his v-line, and his shirt missing from his upper body. He looked up from his lap, his back against the headboard and his legs spread out as he sat there.

He could feel himself grow hard at the sight of her looking luxurious and sultry. She bit down on her lip, a small pool forming in the lace panties she wore as she saw the defined muscles in his arms and his torso.

"You gonna keep standing there or are you gonna come over here?"

Her eyes widened at his question. It wasn't like him to be that straightforward or cocky but it wasn't something she minded. Y/n walked over to the bed before crawling into his lap straddling the male. She lowered herself comfortably onto his lap, his hard dick now pressed against her.

"Promise me something right now."

"Anything."

"I'm yours. And you're mine," she pressed her forehead against his as she reached to the back of his neck one hand tangling itself in his locks. Michi nodded as his hands gripped her waist pulling her closer to him.

"Till the end of time," he leaned in pressing his lips against hers. The girl whimpered, her lips slightly parting giving him access for his tongue to slide into her mouth. His hands pulled her hips back and forth grinding on his lap, causing friction between her wet pussy and the fabrics of her panties and his sweats. She moaned slightly as she pulled on his hair yanking his head back. Leaning her head down, her mouth latched onto the skin of his neck causing Michi to hiss as she sucked and licked all over the boy's neck. Her tongue trailed up to his eye where she whimpered loudly, his dick twitching at the sound of her neediness.

Humping her pussy right over the print of his manhood, she moaned louder as she tugged on the fistful of hair she held in her hand.

"F-Fuck. Enough of your fucking teasing," he groaned as he grabbed a fistful of her hair in return yanking her head back while the other yank unclipped the lace bra. Y/n gasped as he yanked it down with one hand, tossing it over to the ground. Still with her head tilted back, she hissed as Takemichi began to attach her chest leaving purple wet marks all over the top of her breasts.

He groaned seeing her hardened nipples and the goosebumps forming on her soft skin.

"You look too good like this baby girl," he latched his mouth onto one of her nipples sucking on it harshly yet passionately. The girl's juices leaked even more onto the crotch of his pants her lips parted as moans seeped out between them. Her grip was still firm in his hair as she pulled him even tighter to her breast. He bit down on her nipple before pulling off of it and giving the same attention to the other hardened bud. His hand reached up towards her ponytail and yanked the scrunchy from the hairstyle allowing her hair to flow freely down her shoulders.