#time to go do my programming hw (said while sobbing)

[prettyboykatsuki]

cw ; mirror sex, mild unspecific age gap, bottom!jirou, top!reader, strap-on sex but otherwise gn, 18+

"Look, baby. C'mon,"

Jirou refuses to look in the mirror.

It was a bad idea getting involved with you. Mina warned her as much. You're not gonna be able to brush it off, Kyoka she had said. To which Jirou rolled her eyes. Her harmless, polite senior.

She's probably in no position to be regretful, but Mina was right. There's nothing about you that's easy to brush off. Jirou can't help but feel that pang of guilt for distrusting her dear friend as she feels your hand on the back of her spine.

Your hands are warm, and smooth along her skin. You hum, as Jirou finds herself folding under your shadow. Her knees and elbows touching the floor - bent forward. Her thighs are trembling, sweat dripping down the divet of her spine as you ease yourself onto her.

You control the movements easily, slipping your hands to hold onto her hips. The outline of silicone is making her heart race, cock rubbing against her wet pussy without a care in the world. You coo above her, and Jirou has to bite her lip to stop her from doing something embarassing.

"Kyouka," You call, holding onto her so tightly she can feel herself spread "Look in the mirror."

"No," She hisses. And you laugh, all warm and bubbly and familiar. Before she can say anything else, she feels your hands come up underneath her, until your palm is around her neck, you pull her until she's looking front and center. Embarrassing. So fucking embarassing to see herself like this, to see her expression. Glassy eyes and bitten lips.

She's trembling. Her hands are fisted and stiffly resting above her knees and she's naked. There's evidence of your teeth all over her body on every area that's visible. Blooming reds and purple, sunk in canines. Her nipples are hardened, swollen from stimulations so much so that she thinks just brushing them will tip her over the edge.

And even as she tries to avoid looking, there's you behind her. Your cock, sitting so perfectly between her thighs - pushed till just the tip is peaking out through between them. You rest your chin on her shoulder as her expression becomes frantic, the grip on her neck getting tighter.

"Your pussy is cute like this," You say, rocking your hips until your cock is pushed between her folds "You haven't done this before?"

"N-none of your business,"

"You're so harsh to me now. You're usually pretty nice to me though. Did I ruin your image of me that much?" You reply. It sounds sincere but there's a hint of amusement that Jirou just can't shake "We can always stop if you hate it."

"No!"

Jirou watches you grin in the mirror.

"Yeah? So you want me to keep going. But if I do that, you have to look."

Jirou is reluctant to look. She has her mouth cupped over her hand in unfiltered embarrassment as she watches you. There's some expertise to your movements. You slide into her cunt so easily, tip intrusive and hard as her pretty, twitching hole stretches to accommodate you. Jirou can see with too much clarity how it fits around you, all pink inside and dripping so desperately. It makes her want to look away but your hand on her neck keeps her from moving.

"See? You take it in so good. I'll go slow, okay?"

It would be less awful if you just shoved it in. Your demeanor is delicate but nothing about this is soft. Despite yourself, you push your cock into her slowly. Inch by agonizing inch until Jirou feels it in her breathing. The hand on her hip moves to smooth on her stomach and all she can do is give into the feeling of being fucked completely.

"Ah, I thought you'd look good like this. Your tits are cute too. You're a very cute girl in general, aren't you?"

Jirou wants to cry. She wants you to fuck her until she can't think about it anymore but saying as much would wound her pride further. She's never wanted anything this badly and the sheer enormity of her desire is making her heart ring like an alarm in her ears.

"I didn't know you were such a cry baby. It's okay, Kyoka. I'm good at paying attention to you. I'll give you what you need."

Jirou feels her knees give in as you pull out and slam back in without mercy.

"No more tears, okay?"

She can't do much more than nod.

"Good girl,"