Susano-o: Well you all asked for it and here it is, the Smut Collection!
Sekhmet: Don't worry, we listened to your cries for smut (kind of, we had pre written these previously), and ye shall receive! Though neither of us makes enough smut for us to have separate collections, especially not me because I usually don't get to that part, this will serve as your one stop shop for all of our Generation Next smut! And don't worry about missing any of our other fic's smuts, we're just separating them by series.
Susano-o: We had the first sets of smut ready for a while but since Rose's backstory and secret hadn't been revealed yet we didn't post them yet. Now that they are out we can start posting. This first one is a direct side story from Chapter 35 when Rose locks Syrus and Yuko in their room.
Sekhmet: It's a basic porno setup. Also, I don't claim to be good at writing this. I've had sex scenes planned before in stories, but they usually get abandoned by this point. As for this, this is my first time getting to write one. It's very basic, very vanilla.
Susano-o: It's fine for a first time ignore her, Yuko and Syrus are just starting out so they aren't gonna be peeing in each other's mouths yet.
Sekhmet: Or ever, probably. Look to Susano-o for stuff like that. Just for fair warning, this and other smut collections won't be updated NEARLY as often or reliably as their source materials, so if you wanna stay in the loop, it's a good idea to turn on alerts.
Susano-o: Rose has no limits and I read hentai sue me. Don't know if they'll go that far but eh.
Sekhmet: Well, I've put this off for long enough. First smut is a piece called Summer Night. It was supposed to be named Windy Summer but I changed my mind, then used it for a different story.
Susano-o: It's fine stop worrying.
Sekhmet: On with the show.
"I can make this work."
…
Yuko rubbed the lube onto various parts of the window, trying to get the thing to budge. Rose was insane if she thought just because they were trapped that she and Syrus would just be convinced to fuck. Not that she didn't WANT to, but still.
She looked beyond the window, and found that the frame had been unceremoniously nailed into itself, trapping the two in.
"Fuck, we really are trapped in here." Yuko grumbled, and went to the sink to wash her hands. "I know why Rose wants to do this, but this really isn't the best way." She started to feel dizzy, no doubt because of the aphrodisiac coursing through her, and sat down on the bed. She held her head in her hands so as to not pass out.
"Yuko, are you not comfortable doing this?" Syrus asked, sitting down are the bed as well.
"Are you?" She answered.
"I don't know. I've never done this before." He said, worried.
"Well Rose locked us in here high as fuck. This is starting to look inevitable, so if we're both willing to give it a shot, we should probably just let it happen. Rose left is everything we need to make this a safe and enjoyable experience as well, so my advice is that we make it a good time, and figure everything out along the way." Yuko said, trying to calm both of them down.
Syrus groaned, and rubbed his face, like he had just worked a six hour shift at a fast food joint and forgot to take his break. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So when's it supposed to kick in?"
Yuko barely registered his question, distracted by the fact that Rose has not been lying in her note. "Right fuckin now." She grinned, now fully under the haze of her own aphrodisiac. She started peeling off her clothes at an alarming rate. Well, alarming to Syrus at least.
"Oh not again…" he thought, before another primal thought kicked in convincing him to do the same. Before they knew it, Yuko hovered almost predatorily over Syrus, both stark naked and more aroused than either had ever been in their lives, and neither of them knowing what to do next. Yuko's hair formed blackout curtains around their bodies, and in that moment, it was just them and their thoughts.
Despite the haze in his brain telling him, commanding him, needing him to do the thing, Syrus was incredibly nervous, and Yuko's empty stare wasn't helping. She looked like she was about to rip out his soul with her eyes. He was about to say something when Yuko bolted off of him, grabbed the bag and started rifling through it with an increased urgency.
While she was doing that, Syrus got to take in everything. She was thin, and her milkmaid skin was almost unmarked, save for a few small moles. A front view revealed C cup breasts with small nipples, a small amount of both muscle and pudge, and a large amount of black pubic hair.
As Yuko stared him down, Syrus began to get a little shy. "I'm nothing to look at." He thought.
Yuko, however, couldn't have disagreed more. She internally marveled at his sleek build, which had come as a pleasant surprise to her. His massive cock wasn't even her favorite part. There was a dusting of freckles across his chest that held that honor.
Finding what she was looking for, she ripped a condom off of a long chain of them and tossed the bag to the bedside. She tore it open with her teeth and in a few swift movements rolled it on, the prepacked lube being a small relief. He suddenly found Yuko close to his face, her boobs catching his dick between them.
"Last chance to back out. Are you sure you wanna do this?" She asked, her voice strained with frustration. Syrus took a good look at the situation in front of him. The choice was obvious, even to him.
"Yeah, yeah I really want this." He said, shaky from his own arousal. They kissed, long and deep, and he barely registered a wet 'shunk' until Yuko had completely enveloped him. Yuko let out the loudest, most blissed out moan she ever had, and Syrus has never felt so good.
Yuko hunched over, huffing in both arousal and strain as the two got used to each other. She buried her face in the crux of Syrus' neck, finding comfort in the closeness and scent. An eternity seemed to pass between them before Yuko finally started moving. With each thrust, Yuko let out a keen or moan that only fed the flames between them. Slowly, everything started to speed up, and it kept speeding up until with a final few stutters, both of them came together in an explosion of lust and genuine love.
Panting and a few wanting moans filled the air as Yuko began to decouple them. There was a pop, and then a wet suction releasing, which would have been weird if they weren't high on both aphrodisiacs and regular brain chemicals.
"I will love you all my life, and when I die I'll still love you through eternity and beyond." Yuko sighed, and promptly passed out.
"Yuko?" Syrus croaked, but he got no response. When he was able to walk again, he got up and cleaned himself before settling back into the bed, holding Yuko close to him. She looped her arms around him and passed out again.
…
"Hey, do you think Atheists go to hell?" Yuko asked. The two had woken up sober and, still riding the high of post orgasm, were having some deep conversations while coping with the dual losses of their virginity.
"No." Syrus simply replied.
"Ok, what about people who say they aren't religious but are spiritual?" Yuko asked.
"Straight to hell, boiler room." Syrus said.
"Good. That makes me happy." Yuko smiled, but frowned again. "Hey Syrus, do you regret what we did?"
"Do you?" Syrus asked, a little worried.
"No, not at all." Yuko said.
"Then no." Syrus replied.
Yuko felt a deep satisfaction at that. "You wanna do it again?"
Syrus seemed to think for a minute. "Yeah."
—-To Be Continued