Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice.

My first fanfic. Do not read if you can't handle adult themes.

I have now decided this will be a rated M fic. And now that it is, some sexy sex will be going on. Starting now. ;)

Lolita (,lo'li:tÉ™)

n. a sexually precocious young girl

Bitch Ain't Backing Down.

... welcome to the life of the fabulous Mikan Sakura!

Mikan composed herself. She could not show any surprise in here.

'Section A?' She asked coolly. There were four boys with him. But obviously, they considered him their leader.

It irked her.

His stance, his hair and his frame. The way every boy in his group was immediately assembled around him like they sensed danger and needed to protect him. Yeah right, if anyone was in danger here, it was her. Not him.

She was a fucking home-wrecker.

Were they home-wreckers? She didn't think so!

He was leaning against the blackboard casually, his back's weight placed against it. He stood like he owned the fucking place.

And Mikan noticed, what stood Shiro and this Natsume boy apart were their eyes. Shiro's eyes were warm black. But his was crimson. Bright, piercing crimson.

'Yes, Ms. President?' Fuck. Even their voices were almost alike.

She leveled her eyes with him, not flinching. 'Natsume Hyuuga?' She arched an eyebrow, matched her posture and stance to rival his. If he though he owned the fucking place, she was going to think she fucking owned the place too!

This Natsume guy looked at her coldly, as if his eyes was already seeing her soul just by looking at her. 'Hn?'

He sucked on her bottom lip as she undid his pants, feeling the weight of him in her hands.

She giggled.

He stopped.

'What's so funny?' An amused eyebrow shot up. She giggled some more and played with his penis, holding, moving up and down.

He moaned.

'Nothing,' She traced her his cock, feeling it quiver, 'You just seem to grow every time.' And then she flipped him over the bed. She licked her lip. 'Don't move.' She decided to let him feel her sex just over his cock. She grinded. He groaned.

'Fuck, Mikan. Don't tease me like that.' Mikan captured his lips and let just a small part of him enter her. Feeling him a already a little wet, she tortured him even some more. She moved up, felt him leave her entrance, and instead torture him more just by sitting on his stomach and touching herself.

'Open your eyes, dammit.' She fiddled with her nipples and arched her back. 'Aah... So good. Shiro, look at me!' She let her fingers wander on her clit and got herself some of her juice. She waved them on his face and let him taste it. 'Do you taste how hot I am for you, my dear Shiro?'

'Mikan, me inside you. Now.' She tsked her tongue. 'But, Shiro, where would the fun in that be? How about...' She moved herself up his chest, leaving a trail of her wetness all over his stomach. 'Lick me dry first. I know how you love to do that.' Shiro growled.

'Come here,' He held her hips, and almost dragged her up his mouth. Her centre was placed on his mouth. He licked her.

'Oh, god! Shi- Shiro!' She gasped as his tongue tortured her. 'God! Faster!' But he didn't listen. He continued his slow merciless torture, reaching her most sensitive areas and teasing even more. 'So wet, Mikan. So fucking wet.' He teased some more, but then he stopped.

'Wh- What happened?' Mikan was already sedated. Her eyes half-closed. Her mouth was swollen and agape. He decided to get her right then and there before she should even protest.

He slid all of him inside her. 'Ahhh! Shiro! Don't surp- Ah!' He moved inside her. 'Shi- God!' He slid in. Out. In. Out. In.

And then he moved. She went with his pace.

'Shit, Shiro! Faster! God! Harder! There! Fuck!' Mikan touched her own breasts, to add to the pleasure. But then she couldn't take it anymore, she wrapped herself around him, her legs straddling him, her arms around his neck. She pushed, grinded, felt.

She screamed.

They lay naked in the bed, wrapped around each other.

Shiro just had the stress out of his body flushed out. And because of his Mikan. Again.

'Shiro, darling?' She sighed against him. Her hand pushed the dark hair out of his face.

'Mmm?' He held her closer and buried his face in her neck.

'D-do,' she stuttered. He looked at her, her eyes. What was wrong? 'Do you have a...' She stopped again and sighed. She buried her head in his chest and inhaled his scent. It always seemed to calm her down.

'Do I have a what, Mikan?' He brushed her hair. Mikan remembered her encounter with Natsume that morning.

After he affirmed he was Natsume, Mikan looked dumbfounded and fucking lost. She fumbled with her words and appeared like a total idiot.

'C-C-Congratulations.'

And then she ran for her life.

'Mikan?' She gathered her courage.

'Shiro, do you have a son?' She felt him stiffen. She held her breath.

Suddenly, there was a tense silence.

And then he guffawed.

Fucking guffawed.

'Mikan, where did you get that idea? I'm only twenty-six for goodness' sake!' She was dumbfounded again. Of course! He was only twenty-six! How could she forget! Stupid, stupid stup-Wait.

If he didn't have a son... then, who the hell is Natsume fucking Hyuuga?

'Then, who's Natsume Hyuuga?' He stiffened once again. And he let go of her. He sat up.

With the comfortable mood gone, 'He's my brother.'

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