It was a good idea for Fuutarou to work with the production crew. It's not what he wanted to do for a living but on top of being easy money it was an easy excuse to spend more time with Ichika.

The two had been dating for a few months now, but didn't hardly have the time to spend together because of work. Fuutarou has just arrived at the shooting location early that morning. Ichika was still asleep in her trailer but that wouldn't last long.

"Uesugi-Kun, tell Ichika-Chan we need her in about thirty minutes." The Director commanded.

"Yes sir." Fuutarou saluted and then headed off to Ichika's trailer.

The trailer was small and cluttered. Ichika was curled up in her bed, wrapped up in sheets. The rest of the room was a mess, which was amazing because Ichika had only had this trailer for a day. He also spotted her bra, a thong, and several other discarded garments.

"Ichika." He carefully shook her shoulder. She was definitely naked under the sheets. Part of him wanted to peak, the other parts were too scared and shy to peel away the only think obscuring his view of her flesh.

"Fuutarou-Kun." She cooed. "See something you like?" She started to sit up. The sheets drifted down her chest. The instant he caught the edges of her nipple he looked away.

"They uh ...they need you on set in about thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes huh." She stood up and let the sheet fall. Fuutarou turned around so he didn't look at her. "That's plenty of time to do something fun." She hugged him from behind. He felt her bare chest press up against his shirt. Her hands hovered above his belt.

"Knowing you thirty minutes is barely enough time to get ready." Fuutarou said.

"True." Ichika noted. "And I wouldn't want our first time to be rushed anyway." He heard her fumble around for a few seconds. "You can take a look now."

He all at once savored and regretted looking back. She wasn't naked, but she was in nothing but a thong and bra and he got basically a full shot of her ass. His response was to swallow and blush as he watched her finished getting dressed.

"You about ready?" Fuutarou said.

"Still gotta brush my teeth and stuff, but you can go ahead and leave. I'm sure the Chief will have something for you to do."

The rest of the day was agony for Fuutarou. He mostly helped move stuff around and rig cameras and run errands. But the whole time he couldn't get the image of a mostly naked Ichika out of his head. He kept staving off the erection that was pushing its way in his pants. And Ichika didn't miss the distressed look on his face when he tried covering himself in front of her.

Ichika finished up filming her scenes for the day and was dismissed back to her trailer. Fuutarou began to sweat. He knew that once he was dismissed, she'd be expecting him to come around. Nervousness overtook him with each passing second. It only doubled when he was dismissed. He prayed as he approached her trailer that she wasn't too eager to just get started right away. It would maybe even be better if she was just toying with him and wanted to wait a little longer.

"Evening Fuutarou-Kun." She said as she set a little area up for dinner. It wasn't much, just wine and some microwaveable meals, but you had to make due with the temporary living spaces.

"Hey." He unleashed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm, guess I had you all flustered today." Ichika was relaxed. She had a glass in her hand and elbows on the little table.

"Was it that obvious?" He asked as he took a seat. He noted her button up shirt had three buttons unbuttoned, giving him a decent view of her cleavage.

"It's relieving." She said. "You were as nervous as I was."

"You...nervous." Fuutarou pretended to hold back a laugh.

"I try to flirt and stuff because I'm terrified of making the first move." Ichika said before taking a sip of her wine. "This morning, I really wanted to cop a feel, but I couldn't bring myself to do it." Fuutarou swallowed and nearly choked on the food in his mouth as he remembered how close her hands had been. "I see the way you look at me. You're such a good boy. Nice and gentle, I know you'd never take advantage of me."

"Sometimes I think you take advantage of me."

"I could never do that when it comes to being intimate." She whispered. "Maybe that's exactly what I should do though." She moved around just enough to give her breasts a nice jiggle for him. He blushed in response and she squealed in delight. "You have no fucking idea how cute you look when you blush. It makes me feel powerful and I don't know what to do with it!"

"How come?" Fuutarou found her wording confusing. She couldn't admit it, but she knew. She had already determined that the second he put his hands on her, she'd lose it and turn to putty. She always turned into a flustered mess when they kissed or danced. When she laid down in bed, all it took was imagining him hovering over her to drive her to masturbate.

"You'll just have to see for yourself." She blushed and fiddled with her hair. "Are you staying with me tonight?"

"Um…." Fuutarou swallowed. "If that's what you really want."

"What I want ...is a life with you, Fuutarou-Kun." She finished her meal and left it as it was as she moved towards the bed.

He took a seat next to her and they both put a hand on the other's leg. He leaned down and gently kissed her. One of her hands moved up his leg while the other ran through his hair. Both of them got swept up in the emotion of the kiss. She started leaning back and he pushed forward to stay on her lips.

The kids broke when her head hit the pillow. Every naughty dream she had had started replaying in her head. His hands trapped her head so she couldn't break eye contact. Her face was red and he sat dumbfounded.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.

"I have no will to stop you." Ichika said. "Fuck me Fuutarou-Kun. Make sweet love to me, please."

Fuutarou sat between her legs. His hands fumbled at the buttons of her top. He quickly undid them, revealing a black lace bra that was straining to contain her well-endowed chest. He leaned forward and kissed her again as his right hand squeezed her breast. His left hand ghosted up her skirt until it reached the hemline of her thong. His right fingers curled beneath her bra cup and his left fingers curled around the undergarment. He pulled on both of them, revealing her pert pink nipple and freeing the pathway to her core.

His left hand rested at her hip. His other massaged her fleshy mound. He squeezed her nipple between two fingers. He studied and memorized the texture and how it would deform beneath his grip. Ichika felt an unquenchable heat between her legs. Her face turned red. She bit down on one of her hands while her other grasped the bed sheets.

"You're so soft." Fuutarou whispered. He was thinking of all the ways her body would make the perfect pillow. After a while he realized her had completely neglected her other breast. He paused before grabbing her arms and helping her sit up. She removed her bra but kept her unbuttoned shirt on. She leaned forward and kissed him again. His hand ran up her back and she loved the feeling of his fingers being trapped between her flesh and the fabric of her top. She did the same and this time it was her turn to take his shirt off.

As she did, her thigh brushed up against his throbbing member. Fuutarou snapped, remembering his own arousal. As soon as Ichika ripped his shirt off he forced her back down onto the bed. His hands quickly undid his pants and pulled them down. He didn't even bother taking them all the way off. Because as soon as the tip of his cock made contact with her thigh he fell back down and started humping her. His cock rubbing up and down her leg tickled her, which made her lose even more control of her senses.

"Wow Fuutarou-Kun." She laughed. "You're like a horny little dog."

"I feel silly." Fuutarou said as he paused. "I want more but this still feels so good."

"You can make it feel even better." She said as she sat up to remove her skirt. She pulled her thong the rest of the way off. She spread her legs to give him a fantastic view of her glistening folds topped with her swollen cunt. Her pussy was completely shaven and quivering. "Fuck my cunt Fuutarou-Kun. Cum inside my aching pussy."

She was embarrassed by her words but she was trying her damndest to be sexy. And as dumb as it may have sounded it worked. He grabbed his cock and lined it up with her cunt. She smiled and nodded, raising her knees while keeping her legs spread. He pushed the tip in and struggled to go further. Her groaned with each passing inch entering her pussy.

They were both breathing heavily. She could feel the sweat on her brow. She nodded again and he shoved himself through her hymen and buried himself all the way. He doubled over. Their heads collided, earning a yelp from both of them. Every little movement of her legs and hips sent waves of ecstasy through his shaft. He wanted more but found it hard to move.

"You're so tight." He said.

"All for you." She said as she moved her hips. She wrapped her arms around him, basking in their closeness. He started pulling out. She whined as she felt herself emptying. He pulled out until their was just the tip left. He hovered their, building his strength. And then he slammed into her with as much force as he could. His dick crashed against her womb. His balls smacked against her taint. She screamed and flung her arms back, crashing her knuckles against the headboard.

"Fuck." Fuutarou grunted as he leaned up. He grabbed her knees and started pulling out again. This time he slammed into her faster. He kept going, faster and faster and faster, over and over and over. Her fleshy mounds quaked with each slam of his hips. The slapping of flesh brought them both closer and closer to erupting.

He arched his back and propped himself on his knees. In all the excitement Ichika had forgotten she still had her leggings on. That would explain why she was feeling so hot. She tried raising her legs as Fuutarou continued to pound into her core. He saw her raising her legs and so he moved his hands. He moved them to her breasts and gave them a squeeze. His hands then relocated to the mattress right beneath her arms.

Fuutarou's thrusts became more erratic. He was getting close. Ichika could feel the coming dread. She wanted more. She felt like she could keep going but her poor Fuutarou-Kun was reaching his limits. She started bucking her hips in rhythm with his thrusts. One hand clawed at his neck and the other one went to rub her clit. She was desperate to finish. At first she wanted to take her time but Fuutarou was already holding back and trying not to cum before her.

"Ich….i...ka…." He grunted and buried himself all inside her quivering cunt. Rope after rope of thick cum blasted inside of her. She didn't stop what she was doing. She started whimpering and whining. Fuutarou could sense her distress and occasionally bucked his hips again.

"Fuck." She whimpered. "Fuutarou-Kun." She whipped her head back and forth, trying to keep the feeling up. Fuutarou took several deep breaths to recover. He felt her creamfilled cunt tighten even more around him. "AAAAAAAAAAH."

She pushed herself to her climax. Fuutarou fell off the cliff of hormones and crashed on top of her. Her pussy shook and squirted all over his stomach. He breathed down her neck as she hugged him. He pulled out and rolled over. He was a sweaty mess covered in the stench of sex.

"I never thought sex would be so exhausting." Fuutarou said.

"Yeah, me neither." Ichika giggled. "Thank you." She rolled over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you I guess." Fuutarou responded. "Is that like, a good response."

"It works for me." Ichika said as she pulled the sheets over them. "Good night love."