"My, my. I sense that things are about to get quite interesting. I must advise the rest of those tracking our prisoners' rehabilitation that explicit sexual content may lay ahead."
"Any pansies who're afraid of a little sex can check the bottom of the page for a full list of sexual tags or warnings. Take your time; it's not like we have jobs to do, or anything."
"Though we welcome you to come into the experience blind, we shall not force you."
(Sexual content begins at the third TOTAL page break)
~ ~ ~ MORNING ~ ~ ~
Bzzzzt
Bzzzzt
Bzzzzt
[Text Key: AK:Akira, AT:Ann, FS:Futaba, HO:Haru, MN:Makoto, RS:Ryuji, YK:Yusuke]
RS: Hey.
RS: So when are we heading
back into Okumura's palace?
AK: Patience, Young Sakamoto.
RS: C'mon man! Haru's chastity's on
the line here.
YK: Not to sound insensitive, but
I must agree with Akira. Proper
preparation is the key to success.
YK: We still have ample time before
the deadline.
HO: I appreciate your concern,
Sakamoto-kun, but there's no need
to rush. I trust Kurusu-kun's judgement.
MN: And when have Akira's instincts
ever failed us in the past?
FS: Woo! Dumping on Ryuji party!
FS: Ann, your turn!
RS: I get it! We'll leave it to Akira.
RS: Oh, and you don't gotta do that
"Sakamoto-kun" crap around here.
We're all pretty much on a
first-name basis.
FS: What's wrong, Sakamoto-senpai? /OwO/
RS: I aint your senpai!
RS: You're awfully snarky for a hermit,
newbie.
FS: IRL's a different story. I'm fine
over text tho. consider it a glimpse
into the true mind of Futaba Sakura.
AT: And it doesn't help that someone
likes to encourage her cheeky behavior.
AK: Hey. The girl's got talent!
~ ~ ~ LUNCHTIME ~ ~ ~
Akira stood in the school courtyard, finger thoughtfully on lip as he stared intently at the vending machine selection.
"Hey A-kiiir-raa…" Ann sang, swinging her hips as she approached. "Guess who's not wearing any underwear today?"
Akira snapped his fingers. "I thought Ryuji was sitting kinda different today."
Ann laughed. "Shut it off, will you? I'm trying to be sexy."
"Alright. I'll bite. What inspired you to go commando, today, Ann?"
"You know why! I thought after Phantom Thieving without underwear for so long, I'd try my hand at it in real life. I was feeling particularly naughty today." Ann said with a wink.
Akira pulled a snack bar from the vending machine slot. "I thought it was Panther who seduced Joker, not Ann and me. Wasn't that your whole schtick?"
"Well, yeeeeah…" she said, putting a finger to her chin. "But then we couldn't do dirty stuff unless we're in the metaverse, and I'd like to have my fun with you in the real world too, so I've made my peace with the fact that we had sex." Ann sauntered into Akira's personal space, pressing her body up against him. "Can you feel my nipples through my shirt?" she purred.
"Barely," Akira responded flatly, taking a bite from his snack.
Ann smiled at his cool guy act; a grazing of her thigh against something firm in his pants proving that he wasn't as unfazed as he was putting on. She backed out of his personal space. "It's exciting, you know? It's like… secret public nudity. Does the thought of me going commando turn you on, Akira?" she purred.
"Eh, kinda…"
"Kinda?!"
Akria lifted her school skirt. "You're wearing leggings, Ann. Very very opaque leggings. Part of the pantyless appeal is the risk of baring it all to the world."
Her seductive swagger crumbled as a flustered blush grew on her cheeks. "I-I can't do that! My skirt's way too short."
Akira shrugged. "I'm not telling you to do it. I'm just letting you know that you're cheating."
~ ~ ~ AFTER SCHOOL ~ ~ ~
"So what's on the itinerary for today, Akira?" Morgana said, slipping his head out from Akira's bag.
"Heading over to Futaba's to play some video games." Akira said nonchalantly as he made his way down the narrow streets of Yongen-Jaya.
The cat froze, flashbacks to all her rough handlings of him zipping through his mind. "Well, have fun," he said, hastily leaping out from the boy's bag. "I think I'll sit this one out."
Akira chuckled. "What, you're scared of the little otaku girl, now?"
"Me? Scared? Don't be ridiculous! I… just have more important things to attend to, today."
"Well, good luck on your mission, soldier," he said, giving a salute as the cat bounded away. Akira smiled as he saw him turn the corner that lead right to Leblanc, followed by a familiar voice:
"Kitty! Hey! Come back!"
"Mreyow!" Morgana rounded the corner again and leaped into Akira's arms. "I couldn't get the door open!"
Futaba wasn't far behind, rounding the same corner. Her eyes widened a bit as they fell upon the frizzy-haired boy. "Oh, there you are, Akira!" she said, approaching as casually as she could manage. "You and Mona never travel far apart, huh."
"For purely tactical reasons. I need to be close by in case of- Hey!" Futaba began to pinch the cat's cheeks. "Ow! Hey, watch the whiskers! Akira!"
"Alright Futaba, that's enough," he said in a gentle, fatherly scold; placing a hand on her head, shutting the girl down like a snooze button. "We're doing it in your room, right? Why don't you go get everything set up? I just gotta drop some things off at Leblanc and I'll be right over."
Futaba felt her heart flutter. He was so cool! All she could manage was a flustered nod in response.
The café door bell jingled as Akira entered Leblanc. Boss was busy behind the coffee siphon—business was booming with a whole three customers, today—but he gave the boy a nod of acknowledgement as he passed by the counter. Akira climbed the stairs with Mona still cradled in his arms; he could feel the cat's subtle purrs as he gently stroked his back. "You can ask her to not be so rough with you, you know," Akira said as he neared the top of the staircase.
"Of course!" the cat said, jumping to the floor. "Here I was saying things like 'ow' and 'stop' and thinking that would be enough to get my point across."
"Futaba's a special one, Morgana," he said, plopping his bag down onto the table. "She's not really one to pick up on hints and social cues."
"You and I have very different ideas of what the word 'hint' means…"
"What I'm saying is: maybe try talking to her about it when she's not so focused on petting you. The girl's prone to tunnel-vision; she might not even hear you while she's doing it."
"Whatever," the cat groaned, hopping up onto the bed and rolling into a catnap ball. "Go play your video games."
Akira kneeled down, sliding his cardboard storage space out from the bottom shelf. He sifted through his belongings as quietly as he could before catching a glimpse of what he was looking for. He pulled the object from the cardboard box, staring at it intently with both fear and anticipation: a single, neatly-wrapped condom.
Futaba sat on her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. There was no setting-up to do. She was so excited for today, she'd set everything up for Akira's arrival hours beforehand. But he told her to go home and wait, so she obeyed. She didn't like being alone with her thoughts; she was never low on distractions. But she didn't want to risk getting startled by Akira opening her bedroom door with her guard down, so she waited; letting her thoughts wander. Since her brain was a jerk, it instantly gravitated to her mom. It was a habit. Even after learning the truth behind her mother's death, she still found her mind running through the usual motions, along with a few new 'what ifs.'
What if her mom never died? Who would Futaba be today?
How much life had she missed out on while locked away in her room?
What if she'd been a better daughter? Would her mother… still be alive?
Would the world be a better place if she had died instead of her mother?
Did she really deserve all the love and support she'd been getting?
What if… she'd never been saved? What if she'd actually reported the Phantom Thieves to the police? The mere thought of how much stress she must've put on her soon-to-be friends made her sick! It made her disgusted with herself! She'd been a hindrance to everyone who'd ever tried to help her! She didn't have the right to be loved!
"Knock knock." A muffled, lighthearted voice came from her bedroom door. "Futaba?" he said, cracking her door open. "Can I come in?"
The girl's toxic emotions began to magically melt away as her key-item's voice filled her ears. Futaba wiped away what little moisture had collected in her eyes. She hopped off the bed, opening the door the rest of the way. "Of course! Uh, welcome to the battle station." she said as casually as one could after having just escaped a mini emotional tailspin.
Akira made his way into her room as Futaba closed the door behind him, zipping back across the room to take a seat in her padded office chair. She stared at the boy like an eager puppy waiting for walkies. Akira smiled, approaching the seat that was presumably prepared for him: a wooden chair poached from the dining room with a pillow from her bed as a makeshift cushion.
Futaba thrust a controller in his face the second his butt hit the seat. "Come on! Come on! We're burning daylight, here!"
Akira took the controller from the redhead's grasp.
"Let's go! FutabAkira Bonding Mission: Start!" she announced as she triumphantly hammered down onto the start button.
"Hey, wait!" he said with a chuckle. "I don't even know what we're doing yet!"
"You'll pick it up as you go along. This one arrived earlier today, so we're both going in as noobs."
Akira smiled at the girl sat beside him, her eyes transfixed on the screen in front of them. There was something so enjoyable about her raw passion for video games. FutabAkira also didn't go by unnoticed. Was that a shipping name?
Futaba's enthusiasm was a bit short-lived. The game was a very pretty, slow-paced puzzle-platformer. Other than having to occasionally press a button at the same time, the game barely qualified as a co-op title. It was alright… The trailer made it seem so much more engaging than it actually was. To say the least: it was easy; too easy. So easy that she found her mind wandering, again. Akira's feel-good AoE ability was next-level stuff; not a single bad thought could touch her with her key-item equipped. It'd been less than a month since she became a Phantom Thief, but it felt like she'd known the gang for years. She loved her new friends! She'd done some awful, selfish things to them, but she couldn't change the past. All she could do was make up for her mistakes. Thanks to Akira's help, she was a whole new person! Everyone else had helped her along the way, but Akira's help was different. He went above and beyond the call of duty. He was her rock; with him by her side, she had the power to move mountains. Though she doubted the pain of her mother's death would ever fully heal, she was thankful. Even after she was gone, her mother lead Futaba to Akira.
"Futaba…? Futaba!"
"Hm?! Yes! Hello! What's up?" The words 'GAME OVER' filled the screen in front of her in red block capitals.
"You just walked off the edge and died. Are you feeling alright?"
"Me? Y-Yeah. Of course! I just got bored. Let's switch this game out for a better one." Futaba exited the game, launching a new one with impressive speed. This next one was sure to keep her mind in-the-moment. This action-packed shoot-em-up-platformer got five stars across the board by nearly every media outlet and amateur reviewer alike. It was a brutal game, but every death taught you a bit more; every death got you that much closer to that sweet victory screen. Akira held the veteran gamer back a bit, but it sounded like he was having fun, even if he was being totally carried.
After a few hours of playing, Akira thought it would be a good time to make his move. He'd just lost his last life for the level, leaving victory all in Futaba's hands. "Hey, Futaba…?" he said, nervously glancing over to the girl next to him, the game screen reflecting off the focused girl's glasses.
"Uh-huh?" she passively said, eyes not leaving the screen as her thumbs danced across the controller.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before? You know, like… romantically?"
"Mmmm?!" she squeaked through tightly clenched lips, her entire face growing red as her back went rigid. She hit the pause button before she could manage to botch the run. Why would he ask that?! Was this normal?! Oh gosh, was she the one being weird?! "Um… No, Akira…" she finally stammered out, white-knuckle gripping the controller in her increasingly sweaty hands. "No, I-I haven't." Oh god. Her heart was racing so fast all of a sudden. She could feel it pounding against her chest. Was the room getting hotter?
"Would you like to…?"
"Really?!" her mouth blurted hopefully before even consulting her brain. "I'm sorry! That was weird! That was just one of your jokes, right? You wanted to make me mess up just so you could get back into the game faster."
That was a pretty good out—it was absolutely something he'd do. It was almost disappointing that he'd never get to use it. "I'm not kidding, Futaba. I: Akira Kurusu, am offering, nay, asking to be your first kiss." He stared into her eyes and pure terror stared back.
She buried her face in her hands. "Hahh! Akira! You… You can't just dump this kind of stuff on me! I'm not equipped for it!"
"Is that a: no?"
"Of course it's not a: no! It's a… It's a good bonus objective!" She peeked at Akira from between her fingers. "Right now?"
Akira laughed. "That's what I had in mind, yes. I could just kiss you, if that'd make it easier."
Futaba's hands lowered from her face. "Okay…" The redhead swiveled her chair to face him, puckering her lips as her eyes fell closed, fearful she might chicken-out if she saw him coming. With all the silent swiftness of a Phantom Thief the boy pressed his lips against hers. Futaba's hands gripped her armrests as she leaned ever-so-slightly into the kiss. His puckered lips were soft and she could feel his hot breath against her face. It was nice, but it was also kinda lame. All too quickly, she felt his lips pull away. "Again!" she barked like a demanding child, eyes only squeezing tighter. "A real one! Like in the movies!"
"You mean, like, open-mouth."
Futaba merely nodded.
"Alright. Don't expect much. I'm new at this too." Akira stared at the girl's mouth: jaw relaxed with lips slightly parted. Akira mimicked her lip shape as he leaned forward, tilting his head slightly to avoid bumping noses. He let his own eyes fall closed as their lips connected. Futaba's mouth sprung to action right away, flexing her soft lips gracefully across his own. Futaba must have studied movie kisses frame-by-frame because she was a natural! Since she clearly knew what she wanted, Akira let the girl lead, eventually catching onto her rhythm and holding his own as an active participant. The room was filled with the subtle sounds of lip suction as the two passionately kissed in front of the pause screen.
The girl's body jolted as she felt his hands gently take hold of her slender waist. The thin fabric of her shirt did little to protect her from his warmth. Futaba pressed her face deep into his, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck so he couldn't escape her attack. It felt so good; she wanted more! She'd read so much romantic fanfic, she wanted to experience it all for herself!
Akira's eyes snapped open as he felt a tongue enter his mouth. With Futaba's official green flag to proceed, Akira met her tongue with his own. Their muscles danced between their lips as Akira's hands gently caressed her body.
The girl got chills as he slid his hands down her back. She squeaked into his mouth as Akira gripped her butt before rising from his seat and lifting her into the air. The redhead's grip tightened as he continued to kiss her. He maneuvered away from the chairs and flopped down back-first onto her bed, letting her fall on top of him.
For the first time since their lips touched, Futaba broke the kiss; chest rising and falling as she stared down at him through the fog collecting on her glasses. "That was… pretty intense…" she said between huffs and puffs. "Didn't mean to… get that into it…" Futaba propped herself up by the hands resting on Akira's chest, looking down to see that she was straddling his waist; n-not on purpose! It was just where her body happened to fall. She fidgeted nervously from the closeness they were sharing under-the-belt, only to jolt as she felt something firm graze her taint. She looked behind her to confirm her suspicion. Akira was hard! She made Akira hard! She didn't think she had the stats to turn a guy on! Futaba's gaze was suddenly caught by the colorful plastic square peeking half-way out from the boy's pocket. She froze.
"Futaba?" Akira said, a concerned tone to his lips.
Futaba whipped her head back around, staring down at the boy with wide, boggled eyes. "You want to have sex?!" she blurted, far louder than she intended.
Akira stared back at her, silent. "Y-Yes…" he finally said, breaking her gaze as a blush snuck onto his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I should've been more up-front about it. I can just go if you-"
"W-Wait!" she said, attempting to pin the boy back down by the shoulders. "I-I never said I was against the idea…" Futaba was now looking everywhere but his face. "I'm just a bit… overwhelmed. This is all happening so fast, but…" the girl paused, gathering the strength to look him in the eye again, "of course I'd want my first time to be with you!"
"Futaba…" he said, a bit taken aback by the raw emotion in her voice. "I don't want to make you do anything you're not ready for."
"N-No! I am ready! I… I… I love you, Akira!" The hands on his chest tightened into quivering fists. "I owe you everything! You're so good to me! You're nice and funny and cool and handsome and I love you!"
The girl looked like she was on the verge of tears; there was no room for hesitation. Akira pulled her into his arms, lovingly stroking the back of her head as she returned the embrace. "I love you too, Futaba." Akira said softly, with a not-insignificant stab of guilt in his side. He wasn't lying. He did love Futaba. He'd had a crush on her since they first met… but she wasn't the only one. He tucked Ann away into the back of his mind. This was Futaba's first time; she deserved his full attention.
Futaba broke their hug, rising back into her straddle. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it swiftly up-and-over her head before throwing it to the floor below. Her timid smile said so much: half 'look! I did it! Praise me!' half 'this is so embarrassing! Don't look at me!'
Unfortunately for that latter half: Akira's eyes couldn't not look at her! Her pale shut-in skin gave her an almost radiant glow. Her body was slender, lacking the more stated feminine curves of the other girls in the group. Futaba was also the flattest of the lady thieves, the black A-cup bra hiding her goods tightly to her chest like a good poker hand. As a boob-guy, you'd think he'd be turned-off by the less well-endowed nerd girl, but shape and firmness mattered so much more than size!
"Yipe!" the girl squeaked as she felt Akira's hands fall upon her bare waist, sliding his warm hands along her soft, silky-smooth skin. "H-Hey! I'm not gonna be the only one here to unequip their gear," she said, starting to work her way down the boy's shirt buttons. There were a lot of buttons, and Futaba often found her fingers fumbling at the fabric. She had to actively stifle the moans bubbling up from her chest as the boy continued to caress her skin. Who knew it felt this good just to be stroked? As the last button popped from its slit, Futaba threw open his shirt with a Zelda chest: "dun-dun-dun-DUN!"
The boy chuckled as he slipped his arms from his sleeves, tossing it off the bed to join Futaba's top.
"Mwehehe," she cackled, fingers wriggling in anticipation of being the groper. She placed her hands on his chest, before venturing out to the other parts of his upper-body. Futaba was surprised. From afar, Akira was just a lanky, average looking guy. But as her hands explored, she realized just how much his clothes concealed. She wouldn't call him buff, but he wasn't the stick bug she was expecting either. Everywhere she felt was firm muscle, the slightest hint of a visible six-pack etched into his abs.
"I… started a workout routine for Phantom Thieving," Akira said bashfully, knowing the question would eventually come up. "Hey, Futaba. Do you mind if I…?" Akira made little titty-squeezing motions with his hands.
Futaba's eyes went wide, a fresh blush re-reddening the flustered girl's cheeks. "U-Uh. Y-Yeah. Sure. Just… you know… be gentle." Ugh. Why did she say that?! So cliché! Like Akira would ever be rough with her weak points. "A-Ahh…" the girl breathed a shuddered breath as Akira's hands pressed against the fabric of her bra. True to his unspoken word, he was incredibly gentle. He ran his hands down the curves of her chest, feeling her mounds rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath. Akira hands lightly squeezed her tits; he could feel the girl's nipples poking his palms through the thinness of her bra.
Little moans continued to slip past the girl's defenses as the groping proceeded; it was so embarrassing. She didn't understand how something so slow and lame felt so good! She'd played with her own tits countless times: clothespins, vibrators, suction cups! So many hardcore accessories she'd thoroughly put through their paces! Yet none of them compared to the hot rush she was feeling from a gentle rub 'n squeeze! Futaba began to grind her ass against the tent in his trousers, feeling a familiar tingling building in her crotch; she was reaching levels of arousal she never thought possible. "O-Okay… pause," she said with hot and heavy breath.
Akira looked worried as the girl got off the bed. "Did I do something wrong?"
Futaba stood between the boy's legs, his feet just barely hanging off the edge of her mattress. "Scooch!" was all she said, pulling his ankles towards her to no avail. Akira scooched his butt in the redhead's direction, lowering his feet to the floor and rising into a sitting position as he reached the edge of her bed. Futaba wordlessly got to her knees, swiftly unfastening the boy's pants before pulling his dick out from his underwear with little fanfare. Futaba held his cock in her hand, it was so warm; she could feel it pulsing to the beat of his heart. The foreskin was slightly parted, unable to completely cover the raging erection the girl had provoked. His sexual musk was intoxicating. The comforting natural scent of Akira, she'd come to know and love, übercharged to mouthwatering, panty-soaking levels.
"Hold on a sec," the boy said, snapping the girl out of her trance. "Let's get the condom on before we go any further." Akira ripped open the colorful packaging, pulling out the colorless, slimy latex ring. "Can you pull back the foreskin for me?"
Her eyes went wide at the request before giving him a single nod. She gently pulled down on his shaft, letting the skin naturally roll down to expose his slick head to the chilly air.
"Perfect," he said, silently relieved that she didn't yank his meat. Akira could feel his penis complain as he rolled the condom all the way down to his base; it wanted to feel everything, it'd been spoiled by Ann. As much as Akira shared the sentiment, he had to be responsible. He gave the girl a thumbs-up. "Good to go."
Futaba took hold of the shrink-wrapped phallus. A small, annoyed pout formed on her face as she slowly stroked it. It wasn't hot to the touch anymore, and his alluring aroma was nerfed by about 50%. She ran her tongue up the underbelly of his cock; glossy, flavorless latex. Lame. Futaba caught glimpses of Akira's hands—tightly gripping fistfuls of top sheet—as she ran several more licks up his flagpole. Seeing such raw, visceral reactions from her unwaveringly cool and collected key-item gave the girl a huge boost of sexual confidence. Futaba grabbed his base, pulling him down into her tongue as she planted one final lick all the way up to his tip. She began to work her tongue in circles, pressing her hot muscle around and around his weakspot. Her focused attack on his dickhead prompted some muscle tension, making the boy's cock twitch in her grasp, egging the girl on even further. Futaba snuck her free hand downward. She pressed the base of her palm into her crotch, rubbing her moistening pussy through the fabric of her shorts.
Akira clenched his teeth to keep his voice in his throat. His vocal defenses crumbled as the girl pushed his head past her lips. The boy threw his head back as a groan bubbled from his chest. His glands were assaulted on all sides by her mouth's vacuum-tight suction. Futaba's tongue continued to run laps around his dick as she sucked. Akira was almost thankful for the condom; he was certain he would've cum after ten seconds of this treatment, raw. Though, thinking about cumming raw into the little geek's mouth didn't do him any favors in holding back his pleasure. Akira's eyes went wide as Futaba's head sank further down his shaft. He felt his cock hit a wall. Futaba paused, twisting her eyes shut before pushing him into her throat. With barely a sign of discomfort, she took him all the way to the base. She looked up at him with wide, excited eyes.
"That's amazing, Futaba," he said, all but giving the girl a pat on the head. Praising his sexual partner like a child wasn't exactly a comfortable response to having his dick sucked, but he also knew how much the girl craved positive reinforcement.
"Duug ig eel guug?" she gurgled.
"It feels incredible. How're you doing that? My throat's hurting just thinking about it," he said, rubbing his Adam's apple.
Futaba pulled her head back, letting his dick slide out of her mouth with an audible slurp. She wiped the saliva from her lips. "I… may have put a couple skill points into deepthroating…" she murmured, turning her head away as she spoke. For some reason, it was more embarrassing to talk about than it was to actually do it.
"So you've practiced," Akira said, more impressed than surprised.
The hacker silently nodded. "I never had too strong a gag-reflex to begin with. One thing lead to another and I sort of developed a skill for it…"
Akira gripped his chin thoughtfully. So Futaba must've been a chronic masturbator, too. "Let me guess: You've already broken your hymen."
Her posture shrank a bit. "…Y-Yeah…" she said, a hint of shame in her voice. Futaba rose back to her feet, mentally pushing herself to speak more casually. "I mean, I was a shut-in with nothing but internet and free time. What did you think I did all day?"
"Hacking, gaming, anime… having PTSD episodes."
"Okay. You're not wrong." Futaba held her arms behind her back. "Does this make me weird? You know… my high lvl. of lewd?"
"Of course not, Futaba. I actually think it's quite sexy."
CRITICAL HIT!
Futaba crouched down to the floor, burying her face in her hands. "Don't call me that!" she blurted. "I mean, thank you, but I don't have nearly enough HP to handle being called something like that." She felt a pair of hands grab her shoulders, pulling her back up on her feet. A gentle finger under her chin lifted her face from her hands and into the reassuring gaze of her leader.
"Then how's 'cute?'" the now-standing boy said with a warm smile. "Does 'cute' work?"
Futaba took a deep calming breath, fighting the urge to hide her face. "'Cute' I can handle." She said, still failing to hold back a bashful blush. Futaba's eyes shifted down to Akira's dick, already halfway flaccid from lack of stimulation. The revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning: she was totally botching the mission! She'd only been focusing on herself, how this made her feel; she completely forgot that Akira was also giving her his first time. Like always: he was being patient for her sake. She had to bite the bullet and be bolder for his sake! Futaba said nothing as she unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She grabbed the boy's hands and placed them on her chest. "Here! You liked my boobs, right?!"
Akira's hands began to grope her tits before he could even register what was happening. "Uh, yeah…?"
"Th-Then feel me up! As much as you want!"
There was an undeniable franticness in her voice. "Futaba, what's this about?" the boy said, his concerned tone a bit undercut by his continued groping. He couldn't stop his fingers from playing with her perfect pink nipples.
"I need to get your erection back up!" She had to pause, stifling a moan as her stiffening sensitive nubs were rolled and tweaked. "I've been doing a terrible job at being your co-op partner!"
"Futaba." His hands fell away from her chest. "I know what I signed up for when I offered to kiss you." He ran a loving caress down her cheek. "You wouldn't be you if you didn't get all shy about this kinda stuff. Take your time; you don't have to worry about me. I'm here to make this fun for you."
"Stop saying that!" she snapped. "I want you to feel good. We're not getting the platinum unless we both have fun. I shouldn't be embarrassed in front of you to begin with. Ever since we met, you've been nothing but kind to me! Let me make it up to you!"
Akira sat back down on the bed, his latex-clad penis back to full mast. "Alrighty then, call it. What're we doing next?"
"Um." she began, a little embarrassed by her dramatic outburst. "You're okay with… licking my pussy, right?"
Akira smiled casually as if having just been asked to watch her stuff while she went to the bathroom. "Sure. I'll do whatever you want."
"Okay. Lay down. There's something I want to try." Akira did as instructed. Futaba hooked her thumbs under her waistband and pulled, shorts and panties falling to the floor in one fell swoop. With all but her black thigh-high socks discarded from her inventory, she crawled onto the bed. Akira got a good eyeful of the girl's cute innie vagina as she dangled it enticingly above his face, visibly glistening with the girl's growing excitement. Futaba rested her chest onto the boy's firm belly. "Special Move: Super Sixty-Nine!"
"Super Sixty-Nine!" Akira cheered. "…What makes it super-mnngh" his question was snuffed out by a mouth full of pussy. Futaba didn't have an answer, and she was already kind of embarrassed by the lame name she'd thought up on the spot. Akira went to work, more motivated than ever to give the girl the time of her life. He slipped his tongue into her honeypot, instantly surprised at how tight she was; it must come from having a smaller body. Her body wriggled at his tongue's touch. As cute as it was, it made his job a bit more difficult. The boy hooked her thighs into his arms, holding her pelvis down and her pussy securely against his mouth.
What was this?! She'd never felt something so… alive explore her dungeon. She couldn't keep herself from moaning openly. It was so hot and slimy! Her toes curled as it slithered and prodded along her weakest areas, two more strong limbs holding her down as she was violated like she was in some kind of tentacle hentai!
As his tongue continued to work her tight canal, he got a clear grasp on her taste. That taste was salt. She was very salty. Salty enough to mask any other flavors her wetness may have carried. It wasn't bad! And the open moans of enjoyment from the once shy, embarrassed girl on top of him made the boy feel a happiness greater than any orgasm could provide.
As her body adjusted to the feeling, Futaba eventually got her grip back on reality, fixing the glasses that'd slowly drooped down her nose. She stared intently at the mini-boss before her. It was time to put all those nights of EXP grinding to the test! Like a cat, Futaba pounced at her prey, skillfully slipping his member past her lips. With one more push, she felt his meat slip past her tongue to fill up her tight throat. The redhead felt another rush of pride as Akira's oral rhythm noticeably faltered at the insertion. Seemingly out of retaliation, the boy's hold on her pelvis tightened, slipping his tongue even deeper into her pussy. Futaba moaned hard into his cock; he was prodding at some pretty dangerous weakspots. This was a game now—1-on-1 PvP—and it wasn't one Futaba was willing to lose without a fight! She began to bob her head, letting his tip just barely escape her throat before plunging his cock back in. She could feel the rim of the condom graze her tongue with every new balls-deep insertion.
Akira couldn't hold back moans of his own as his dick slid in and out of Futaba's hot throat. It felt so good, and the sounds from his south certainly didn't help him hold back. The sound of the introvert's moans of ecstasy getting rhythmically cut off with a wet glrrg after every piercing of her throat, it was too sexy! Akira clenched his eyes shut, doing his best to focus on his own servicing. He felt the girl's hips begin to move. The boy loosened his grip on her thighs, allowing her more freedom to hump his face. Futaba ground her stiff clit against Akira's bottom lip, the movement of her hips forcefully pressing his tongue against her vaginal walls and into a weakspot.
Futaba's instincts kicked in as her HP neared zero, suddenly lifting her hips away from Akira's mouth and using the new torque of her lifted ass to plunge his meat harder down her throat with each skillful bob. Her motions grew more and more violent, letting her glasses slip off her face entirely. Futaba reached down to violently rub her clit, taking her approaching climax into her own hands; so focused on her own orgasm, she didn't even register Akira's warnings of his own approaching climax. As she reached her peak, she was met with his hips thrusting up into her throat. She could feel each pulse of his cock as it ejaculated into the condom.
Then, in an instant, all was still. Futaba's lower muscles continued to convulse as her orgasm only just started to die down. She pulled his cock from her mouth with a huge gasp of air. Futaba's body lolled to the left, succumbing to gravity and letting her limp body roll off his torso and onto the mattress. Chest rising and falling—along with the occasional, lingering twitch of orgasm—Futaba stared at the ceiling, nothing in particular occupying her thoughts. Her bedsheets were chilly against her hot, sweaty back.
Her body jumped as Akira's hand took hold of hers. Futaba smiled, squeezing his hand tightly. The two laid in silence for a few minutes before Akira pulled his hand away. The boy sat up, slipping the thoroughly filled condom off his softening member. "Well damn," he said. "That was my only condom."
After reequipping her glasses, Futaba reached into the drawer near her bed, pulling out a box of tissues. She took a seat next to Akira, silently offering the box to him.
He gave her a nod of thanks as he pulled a few sheets, wiping away the cum and slimy condom lube from his dong. "Sorry. I'm still a bit of a quicksho-" Akira's voice got caught in his throat as the redhead wrapped her arms around him, pressing her warm, nude body against his own. "Aw. Does someone wanna cuddle?"
Futaba pressed her head against his shoulder, her long, soft hair rubbing against his skin as she silently nodded.
The two teens held each other, basking in the soft warmth of each other's touch; feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of their partner's breath. After ten minutes, Futaba finally broke the silence. "You wanted to have sex though, didn't you?" She said timidly, a hint of guilt in her tone. "Like, real sex…"
"I did." He said with an embarrassed smile. "But that was still fun. Unless you think Boss might have some condoms we could use."
"Mmm… maybe," she said, nervously fiddling with her fingers. "I'm not super sure I want to risk him noticing we were sifting through his stuff."
"Alright. Well, I'm okay with just returning to the game, if you want."
"I mean…" she began, nervously playing with her hair, "it is a safe day for me…"
Akira's eyes widened. That was the last thing he was expecting to hear. "I didn't think you, of all people, would keep track of things like that."
The boy's shocked gaze cut through the girl's nerves like a knife through warm tofu. "Wh-What?! N-No, it's not like that!" she stammered. "Keeping track of your periods stops you from getting blood on your underwear! I'm not a pervert!"
Akira gave her a little knowing smirk.
"I'm not that kind of a pervert…" she corrected.
"Anyway. Are you sure this is wise?" Akira said, mentally beating down his own rising excitement at the idea of rawdogging the lustful gamer.
"What's the problem?" she said with an annoyed pout. "They do safe day creampies in hentai all the time!"
"Hentai's not reality!"
"It's based on reality!"
Akira gripped his chin as his better judgement began losing ground against his hard-wired, lustful instincts. He'd already popped another boner from the girl's naked body in such close proximity. She was literally asking for it… "If you're sure about this…"
The girl's eyes lit up behind her thick-rimmed glasses. "Y-Yes! 100%! My body is ready!"
"You're sure," Akira repeated.
"Yes yes yes! Come on, don't be a weenie!"
Akira snickered. "'Weenie?' That's certainly a new one. It's not even video game related."
"It's an insult; you're not supposed to laugh at it!" Futaba grabbed the boy's shoulder, pushing and pulling it like a child demanding attention. "You've already gotten my hopes up! I'm not gonna forgive you if you don't follow through!"
She must've really wanted this. Akira had spent enough time with her to know that Futaba was never a 'tantrum thrower' kind of girl. "Simmer down, sport," Akira said, laying an affectionate hand on her head. "You're acting like I ever said 'no.'"
"S-So, you'll do it with me?!"
Akira rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I'd be a pretty lousy key-item if I went against your wishes, now wouldn't I?"
Futaba's smile doubled in size as she threw her arms around him. "I love you!"
Akira stroked her soft, orange hair as she rubbed her cheek affectionately against his skin. "So, any preference on how we do the deed?" Akira asked.
"O-Oh, well, um…" the girl stammered, releasing him from the hug. "You think we could do, um, you know… missionary? If that's okay with you." Her cheeks reddened as she spoke. "I'd just like my first time to be face-to-face, ya know?"
Akira smiled. Not two minutes ago, the girl was begging him for sex, but apparently having to talk about the act itself sent her careening back to the stammering, awkward hermit he found so endearing. Akira felt his own heart begin to thump against his chest. Sure, he'd wet his whistle with Ann, but one impromptu fuck in the subway tunnels does not a confident lovemaker make. Akira prioritized keeping all these growing doubts and nerves internal. Futaba was emotionally cold-blooded: relying on the calmness of those around her to keep her own nerves in check. Fortunately, bottling-up was a special talent of his.
Futaba laid down onto her bed, her long, orange hair splaying out across the pillow that supported her head. Akira soon followed, his elbows and knees keeping his body suspended over hers. Futaba's rich, brown eyes darted around the room, occasionally meeting the boy's gaze before swiftly snapping away.
"Are you ready?" Akira said softly.
"As I'll ever be…" she said, all previous excitement absent from her tone.
"Second thoughts?"
Futaba clenched her eyes shut. "Just do it, alright?! Stick it in! Rip the band-aid off!" She gripped her thumbs, bracing for penetration, only the feel a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her eyes snapped open, peering up into the boy's gently smiling face.
"Is that really how you want your first time to go? Tense and full of fear?"
Futaba stared into his crisp, gray eyes and pure love and understanding stared back.
"You've already broken your hymen, right? So this shouldn't hurt; no 'ripping the band-aid off' required. So relax. Deep breaths. You're safe. You're in control. Just give the word and we stop. Okay?"
Futaba couldn't hold back a smile, feeling her eyes moisten a bit. He always knew just what to say. She didn't deserve a guy like him. After a few moments, she gave Akira a firm nod. "Okay. I'm ready."
Akira gave her his own nod as he positioned himself for entry, feeling a spark of primal excitement as his tip kissed her smooth, warm pelvic slit. He held his member steady as his hips gradually applied pressure to her vagina.
"Uh, Akira?" the redhead said softly. "The hole's a little lower."
The boy's face grew hot with embarrassment; he technically wasn't a virgin, but he was certainly playing the part. "S-Sorry."
"No, I get it," she replied. "It really should be in the center. The lips are kinda misleading."
Akira chuckled. "Well, I'm glad it's a common mistake to make, at the very least." He pointed himself against the bottom of her slit where he was met with significantly less resistance, letting his head pop into her tight canal.
Futaba's eyes went wide. "Hooo!"
"What? Does it hurt?!"
"N-No… just warm… really really warm. Kinda big too, but mostly just warm. I'm good. Keep going."
Akira mentally huffed as he slid deeper inside. 'kinda big too.' Yeah sure, maybe he wasn't packing the same kind of meat as some of the toys in her collection, but a little tact went a long way. The 'too' might've hurt more than the 'kinda,' as if his size was a mere afterthought. Whether it was his mating instinct emotional override or the simple adoration of the girl's cute face, Akira's hurt feelings were quick to subside. It was Futaba, after all. Her straightforward nature and lack of social awareness was what made her so charming. Akira paused as he bottomed out inside her, feeling her vaginal muscles hugging him tight. "How're you holding up?"
"I'm alright."
"Does it feel good?"
"Not really… Kinda has to be moving for it to feel good."
"I'll… take that as a request…" Akira said, pulling his hips back. He worked his way up to a gentle rhythm, never pulling more than halfway out before sliding frictionlessly back into her tight embrace. Futaba's face remained a bashful shade of rose, eyes looking anywhere but his face.
"Harder," she eventually spoke.
"Harder?"
"Harder!" she said, finally locking eyes with him. "It may be my first time, but I'm still a masturbation veteran. I can't get off to this lvl. 1 gentle stuff. Now fuck me harder!"
Akira, not about to argue with a request to let loose, swiftly turned up the intensity, making the girl under him finally begin to moan; quiet, stifled moans, but encouraging nonetheless.
Futaba felt a clash of emotions welling up inside her; tugging in opposite directions: half horny and excited things were finally starting to pick up, half bury-her-head-in-the-sand embarrassed by the noises she couldn't fully suppress. She couldn't help but think back to how Akira called her 'sexy,' only serving to paint her cheeks a deeper shade of red.
"H-Haah!" Futaba moaned as Akira added a greater oomph to his thrusts. The redhead shut her eyes, focusing on the sensations slowly chipping away at her armor: the radiant body heat of the man mere centimeters above her naked form, his hot and heavy breath wafting across her cheeks, the warm rod of firm meat that slid effortlessly in and out of her sodden vagina, the rolling of his hips with each one of their pelvic kisses that ground oh so perfectly against her clit. Futaba felt her troubles and insecurities melt away as the growing pleasure kickstarted the girl's familiar, lust-filled state of mind. She loved when this happened! She felt invincible; free of all her crippling self-doubt!
The pair's glasses clacked against one another as Futaba pulled Akira's face down into hers, putting that earlier kissing practice to good use. She ran her fingers through his soft, jet-black hair as she stuffed her tongue into his mouth, delighted to find that her surprise oral rape did nothing to kill her victim's pelvic momentum. Akira could feel the vibrations as Futaba moaned into his mouth. His tongue did its best to reciprocate her aggressive kissing, but could only manage an uncoordinated prodding of her intruding muscle with the occasional flick; most of his attention having to be channeled into his efforts below the belt. Undeterred by her partner's wimpy tonguework, Futaba held his head in a vice grip as she continued to furiously make out with the boy inside her, the wet slaps of their lips filling the girl with a lustful longing. Futaba finally broke the kiss. "More. Harder. Harder!" she whispered, a slight smile to her lips.
Akira could already feel a sweat begin to gather on his brow. Who would've guessed Futaba would be the harder one to please?! Akira dropped his torso down onto Futaba's body, hiking up his rear-end like a mech transforming into a new fighting form. Futaba felt the effect right away, his cock slamming into her snatch harder than ever before. Each thrust practically punched her cervix, making the girl's entire lightweight body rock up into her pillow. By the time her body could bounce back from the recoil, she'd be sent back up by a new, powerful thrust. Futaba was openly moaning now, cries of sexual bliss that would've certainly alerted Sojiro to what they were doing, had he been home. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding on for dear life, loving the way her nipples ground against his firm chest
"Futaba," he strained. "I'm about there!"
"So close. So close! Inside! Inside!" she cried, unable to form complete sentences.
Good. Because he wasn't gonna be able to pull out even if he tried. Akira buried his face in her pillow. His nostrils were filled with the subtle fruity scent of the girl's shampoo. He grunted loudly into the muffling pillow, throwing his entire weight into bottoming out inside her as his dam finally broke.
"Holy shit!" Futaba yelled, feeling hot spunk being forcibly shoved deep into her womb. She thrust her hips upward as his member continued to pulse, coating her vaginal canal in alabaster. She was soo close! Futaba feverishly ground her clit against his pelvis, finally setting herself off. Her entire body tensed as she was assaulted by the hardest hitting orgasm of her life. "Hah! Ahh! Hahh!" every full-body convulsion came with a fresh cry of ecstasy and another toe-curling jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine. Long after Akira's pelvic pump ran dry, the girl was still being rocked by the occasional pelvic pulse.
Akira lifted himself off her body, staring into her big, happy eyes. "So how was that?" he asked, still a bit out of breath. "Better than lvl. 1?"
Futaba stared back, her heart beating to an almost troubling degree. "That was an S rank for sure…"
Akira laid peacefully down onto the bed, his softening member slipping out of her pussy, Futaba's warm skin against his own as she held him in a tight embrace, neither concerned with whatever fluids may be leaking from their genitals. Her eyes were closed; her chest rhythmically rising and falling. Akira could feel her warm, gentle breath against his face. It should've been heaven. But he couldn't enjoy it; not fully. Some horrible sense of dread managed to numb most of his positive emotions at that moment.
Akira had to tell her the truth. The truth that threatened to shatter the fragile girl's heart.
You know, I've heard it said that brevity is the sign of a truly skillful author.
Do with that information what you will.
Tags: French Kissing. Deepthroating. Sixty-Nining. Vaginal Sex (Missionary). Vaginal Creampie.