Makoto's teeth sank into the tender skin of Sayori's neck, his hands wandering over her body, leaving finger shaped bruises on her pale skin. Sayori loved the feeling of his hands, so rough and possessive on her body, she enjoyed how he marked her. Makoto's tongue lapped up at the few drops of blood he drew, pulling her legs around his trim waist.

Sayori gasped when she felt how excited Makoto was. She felt some kind of unexplainable pride because, damn it, she was the one who made him feel that way. She was the one Makoto worshiped, even loved.

No matter how angry Makoto sometimes was, no matter how much they argued- he never raised his hand on her. Many people thought Sayori was forced to be in a relationship with Makoto, but no. Sayori was the one who controlled him with just one look from her green eyes, she was the only one who could calm him down.

"Bite me harder." Sayori whispered, bucking her hips and rubbing herself against his arousal, fingers wrapping in his hair as he suckled on the skin above her collar bones.

"I thought girls were supposed to like it gentle." Makoto snickered before unbuttoning her white shirt and taking a nipple between his lips, teeth pulling on the hard nub.

Sayori laughed breathlessly as her eyes closed in pleasure. Then she pulled Makoto up by his long hair, one hand unbuttoning his shirt then her hands were touching him, feeling his muscles as they kissed. She unzipped his trousers, pushed them down and pulled his erection out. Makoto groaned when her hand wrapped around him, going up and down on his hard shaft.

Makoto, impatient, pushed aside Sayori's wet panties aside then entered her wet heat. Sayori moaned as he pumped steadily into her, her hips meeting his. He hooked his arms beneath her legs, hands against the wall behind her as he sped up, panting as he fucked her. Sayori clenched around him, nails digging into Makoto's back as she let herself go.

She gasped his name as orgasm crashed over her, the sound of his name taking Makoto with her.

"Never thought I would do it in a broom closet." Makoto laughed, slowly pulling out and setting Sayori down. Smiling, Makoto buttoned them up.

"Well, I hoped to." Sayori giggled, pecking Makoto's lips.

"You're one crazy girl, Yori-chan."

"You like that about me."

"No," Makoto grinned as they exited the closet. "I love that about you."