Chapter One: Just Let Me Invade Your Space

"And if you give me what I want then I'll give you what you like."

What you Like - Avril Lavigne

Hearing her cry out his name here in person was infinitely sexier than what he'd grown accustomed to as of late. All those late night calls with her voice crying out through the speaker while his hand urgently jerked at his length did have a certain charm to them though. The idea of his little heroine curled up on her bed and touching herself to the memory of him was something of a pride stroking… especially when those thoughts were accompanied by whorish words of all the things she wanted to be doing to his big fat dick.

Adachi hadn't a clue what he'd done to make the petite teenager so hopelessly hooked on his touch, but he'd be a fucking idiot if he didn't take advantage of it.

Pale skin was slicked with sweat and her voice was trembling as the male's hands seemed to play her like a well tuned instrument. Legs shook as fingers dipped up against her most sensitive bundle of nerves and began to trace various shapes and letters against the aching pink nub.

Fuck was she sexy like this; Naked, breathless, and starving for his cock. A thought mused in the back of his mind as to just what the Hanamura brat would say if he saw her in this state, but it was fleeting since she yelped out something akin to his name and stole his focus once more.

"What's that Yuuko?~" The lilt of his voice was domineering and his eyes were dancing with a sick sense of control as he watched her struggle with herself. Mmn… there was something seriously fucked up about the way she made his cock twitch with those expressions of hers.

"A-Adachi.." Lips quivered and those slate colored eyes were brimming with waterworks. Porcelain cheeks were dyed a humiliated crimson and slender fingers were tensing against his shoulders, nails biting into flesh. "Fuck me… please."

His tongue rolled along his lips slowly and he withdrew those teasing digits. He couldn't very well say no now; not after she'd been so good as to even say please. And beyond that he was monstrously erect and if he didn't get himself buried in her tight core soon he was damn near certain that he'd go mad.

"Remember…" Hot breath on her neck made her tremble in his hold and as his teeth slowly raked along her ear she whimpered out the most delectable of sounds. "You asked for it."

There was no hesitance or pause to breathe inwards before he'd jerked his hips forward to force the bulbous head of his length into that crushingly tight canal. 'Sweet mother of fucking hell!'

Had she always been this tight? God knew he didn't have the endurance to tough this out long. The way that her body squeezed around him, soaking wet walls milking that invading rod that had been so badly missed. Her body was thirsty for his cum and what kind of man would he be if he didn't oblige?

Urging himself forward, he buried his dick all the way, a slick slap of flesh resounding through the air as a low hiss of ecstasy moved from his mouth. Tip to cervix and inch after inch of aching contact, they were one again after what had been far too long…. and god damn it felt good.

"I-I…" Yuuko started to speak but… to be entirely honest if she had said more than that single word Adachi hadn't caught it. He was too captivated by the look on her face as those building tears were now streaming down her cheeks, her mouth agape with saliva strings connecting top lip to bottom as she got so incredibly drunk on having him stuffed into her.

The bed protested against the pounding he was giving her. Whining and squeaking as it rocked and hit against the wall every now and then. Although the frame wasn't liking his movements, Yuuko certainly was. The girl's nails were scraping against his shoulders and her body was writhing about while she begged and moaned for more.

When he was this close to her it was hard not to notice the difference in size they had. Her body was small and petite, not very large tall but those curves were definitely fully developed. Adachi always had a thing for high school girls and now he had a little nymphet to call his own.

Heat was burning up inside of him and the harder he pumped into the girl the tighter she became. Moisture had collected on her thighs and it splashed lewdly with each thrust he made, making a bigger mess of the trembling silver haired girl beneath him. Slender legs had wrapped themselves around his waist to prevent him from ever pulling full out. 'So selfish.'

"Adachi.." Yuuko's breathless tone was hint enough to what she was about to say to him. "Pl-Please can I…? I… I need to…."

He'd taught her well in sexual etiquette, something that he took honest pride in; so good at training his things to behave. However, she'd not managed to throw the words out properly and so he had to do something cruel.

Taking hold of her legs that she'd tangled around his waist, he pulled them apart and yanked her body forward hard. A loud scream tore from the girl's throat and her face contorted as she desperately reigned herself in so she wouldn't release without his consent.

He'd dropped one of her legs but the other had been pulled up by his shoulder, her body forced to lay on it's back at an odd sort of angle. He hid it well, but he was about to lose it… fuck did she feel good like this.

"Can you? C-Can you?!" The mocked urgency was followed by a low chuckle. "Can you what, Yuuko? Use your words like a big girl now."

He could see it in her eyes. She wanted so badly to yell at him for being so mean, but he also knew that she loved it when he was rough with her. After all, there was nobody else in this world who could make her body feel this good. Her quivering lips parted again, spilling out one sexy sound after another. God if she didn't speak soon he was going to end up reaching his limit before she could.

"C-Can… I… c…" A pause, a moan, and a deep breath. "Cum?"

"That's a good girl…" The words were hissed out as he was struggling to keep ahold of himself while drowning in the pleasure her body put him through. "Knock yourself out, Yuuko."

One hand on her waist and the other still holding onto her calf, he pushed at her body to angle her upwards and roughly shove himself in as deeply as possible. They both gave out sounds, though her's much louder than his and within a few moments his twitching length was painting her insides with a hot, white substance.

Her damp body lay still beneath him, chest heaving and cheeks flushed. The minute he pulled out the excessive amount of sticky seed that her overfilled womb wouldn't hold began to dribble out. Pausing to just look down at her, he traced his fingers along her smooth stomach and then gently jabbed against the sensitive area beneath her belly button. As she squeaked weakly and gave him a glare, he just grinned and traced a small circle around it.

"Satisfied now?" His voice had lost it's aggressive edge and he sounded no different than he would at the office, careless and light. "It'd been too long, I had so much to pump in you."

Her head moved to lay on his chest as he layed down on the bed beside her. Admittedly, this was the part he liked the least, the part where she got snuggly. Teenage girls were so much work.

"It hurts." The tone of her voice wasn't incredibly whiny, it was more accusing.

Shifting eyes down to the mess of silver splayed out across his chest, Adachi sighed. "Well if you weren't giving me those 'Take me now, Adachi! Please!' eyes in your Uncle's office then maybe things would've played out differently." His voice got all high pitched and whiny when he spoke of the expression she made, mocking her own feminine voice. "Don't complain at me when I'm only doing it to meet your crazy needs."

Apparently she didn't find him as amusing as he found himself because she didn't laugh nor did she even respond. She really was such a bitch sometimes.

He supposed one of the reasons he hadn't gotten rid of her for good may may have been the fact he knew she was his bitch. That desperate look in her eyes when she came to plead with him a year ago was proof enough of her unexpected infatuation with him. Fingers brushed through her hair in an unfocused manner as his thoughts wandered away.

She looked so small laying on him. With her head on his chest her feet were almost lined up with his and her slender form about half his width with the way she was laying. It was times like these that he wondered if she was still going to grow taller… it was also times like these that he was reminded of just how awful the consequence could be if they got caught.

God he was a fucked up guy, wasn't he... no. That wasn't right. She was the one who was really fucked up, she chose this, she practically begged him to do this. The moment they'd locked eyes that first day he'd known something was wrong with her, a glance into those stupidly strong silver eyes... oh yeah, that bitch oozed trouble.

He'd known there was no hope left of escaping her the moment that she showed up at his office with a boxed lunch and declared in an odd sort of tone that just because he didn't make a lot of money didn't mean he should starve. The nerve of her... telling him what to do in his place of work. He was sure if he questioned it she would have said something snarky, the fiery bitch.

In the time he spent observing her and she spent stalking him, Adachi had learned that this girl was some kind of odd twist on insane. She spoke rarely and when she did it always seemed so out of place. There was no predicting her and even after they'd ended up rolling around in the sheets a few times he was still inclined to believe she would throw him under the bus if she found out he was the killer… in the end it turned out that just really did it for her or something.

"Adachi."

Fingers tugged at his arm and she shifted her eyes up to him, clearly feeling ignored.

"Jeez… you're so needy." He spoke in a tone that could be called mocking but could also almost be called whiney. "What do you want?"

Her voice was even and her eyes focused upon his face while she gave her chilly answer. "Let go."

He knew he blinked, he must have. There she went again saying things that didn't at all suit the mood or expectations. "Got plans?"

That petite girl moved from his bed, her legs shifting a bit when she first stood; a small detail that he knew he was to blame for. She was quick to locate her clothing and pull it back onto her form, making her way into the bathroom to ensure her hair wasn't a mess.

She left without a word.

Sitting up, Adachi let his eye linger on the doorway from where she had vanished. The scent of her was still filling up the space of his room, and he was certain that it was going to for at least the next hour.

With an irritated groan, he moved to hunt down his pants and then made his way over to the kitchen to get a beer.

'Brisk as ever. Stupid bitch.'

Whatever… She'd be back. After all... if there was one thing he did know, it was that she couldn't get enough of him.