All The Way Around 2
[PART 2: Just Human Nature]
He accepted it because he couldn't think of a reason not to. He worried, of course. Worried they could hurt each other. That the relationship between them would change in ways neither of them wanted. But they had crossed that line before, and their rivalry stayed the same. All that talk about not giving her the wrong idea was just his stubbornness.
As long as he didn't fall for her, it was fine. He would allow himself these moments of passion.
With this vow to himself, he leaned down and captured his enemy's lips again. His hands grabbed her hips, and she understood what he wanted, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He lifted her effortlessly, but her tail swept him off his feet in his second step, taking them to the couch instead of his bedroom. On his lap, she squeezed his erection through layers of fabric, killing the protest rising in his throat.
They undressed slowly, so eager to keep their hands and mouths on each other that they couldn't break apart and get to the next step.
His patience broke first. Fumbling with the laces in front of her costume, he discarded finesse in the throes of passion and snapped them with both hands.
"Don't—ah~" her complaint devolved into a whimper as his tongue went for her exposed chest, licking her soft skin, then taking one nipple into his mouth. His fingers teased the second one, working both to hardness.
"Yuusei," she moaned again as he devoured her breasts. His hands went behind her, ripping a hole into her costume and dragging two digits under her slick entrance. They went inside, and she rocked her hips against him, her arousal pooling on his hand and the couch as she fucked herself on his fingers.
Their lips met again, but only for a moment. A finger curling inside her quickly robbed her of strength, and she buried her face in his neck with a cry for more. His knuckles grinded against her entrance as he played with her most sensitive spots, completely enraptured by her reactions.
A thumb rubbed over her clit, and she clung to him harder. Twice, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Thrice, and she bit down hard on his neck, muffling her cries of pleasure as she came for him.
His fingers kept moving even through that high, stoking the fire inside her.
But it wasn't nearly enough. "... need you... inside me..." she breathed softly, blinking the white spots from her vision. Her tail undid his pants, freeing his swollen cock from his underwear. The tip poked against her bare stomach, then under her bosom, growing thanks to his quirk.
"Am I not?"
He pressed that spot again, and she forgot everything she was about to say in response. But he understood all too well, so he wouldn't tease her. Not when he needed her just as badly.
He lifted her legs, aligning her dripping pussy with the tip of his cock.
"Don't stop," she cooed as he pushed it in. She was so tight, wet, and needy, that he felt another thread of self-control snap. His hands let go of her legs, pulling her down by the hips.
"Nn~!"
He filled her, stretched her wide open with a single stroke, and she came again, kissing him messily as her walls clenched around his member. A groan escaped his lips as he grinded into her, trying to bury himself deeper inside.
"How much have you missed me since I had you?" he wondered despite himself. Did she expect this to happen when she broke into his house? To have her costume torn apart and her ass bouncing on his lap a few minutes later? At first, he thought not... but now, he wasn't so sure. Was she still feeding his desire for the thrill of it? Or suffering from the same addiction as him?
"Ah... don't overthink it," she whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "You'll ruin the moment."
Whatever answer he was about to give got swallowed by her kiss.
He drank all of it in. Her tongue dancing inside his mouth. The slapping sounds of their skin. Her perky breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her crimson eyes, shimmering in the dark, only focused on sharing this moment with him.
"... you're so beautiful," he told her after their lips parted. Intoxicated, but not because of any poison.
She smiled sweetly, covering him in her fervent kisses again. To his ear, the side of his face, his throat, then finally his lips.
"Cammy," he murmured, voice deep and throaty, and she shivered, pressing herself even closer, letting the air between them heat up with their breaths.
His fingers drifted to her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples, and she rode him faster, moans becoming louder as she chased another climax.
.
He felt her twitch and squeeze tighter around him, pulling him deeper each time she bounced on his cock.
"I... can't hold on much longer," he confessed, succumbing to the pleasure alongside her.
"It's—Mm~!" she lost her words as his cock hit a particular spot within her. "I-It's okay... just cum inside."
Something in his mind cracked at those words, and he instinctively slammed his hips against her, moving his mouth to mark the back of her neck.
It was almost possessive, the way they held each other as they found ecstasy together. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her tail coiled around his waist. His hands held her ass firmly, keeping her still so he could spill his cum deep inside her. She was so dazed, covered by his lovebites, filled with his arousal, that she didn't even register when he picked her up, carrying her through the living room without pulling out.
Then he pinned her against a wall, and she laughed in delight.
"So impatient~" she teased as if she hadn't been the same a few minutes ago.
"Can't..." he grunted, mindlessly rutting against her. "... get enough of you..."
Again and again, he took her in any way he could on the way to his bed. Fucking her against a wall, bending her over the kitchen counter, moving her up and down his cock as they crossed the door to his room.
He was gentle as he laid her down on the bed, but when she spread her legs, that desire to take her—to breed her—overtook him again. He loomed over her, raising her legs higher and pinning her down.
She felt an indescribable thrill in this position, stuck between his muscular body and the bed.
"Aaaah~ More! F-Faster, Yuusei..."
So she cried for more, nails digging into his back, and he obeyed without hesitation, thrusts becoming faster, deeper, harder against her sensitive spots.
The sounds of their bodies smacking together, of the mattress squeaking beneath her, of the deep groan rising from his chest as she kissed a wet trail to his throat... it was enough to make her melt into the bed. To turn into a whimpering mess, moaning his name as he made her come undone, over and over. Until she was too exhausted to form words, only locking her trembling legs around him as he buried himself inside her one last time.
His hips stilled, and he cradled her face, kissing her slowly while his seed filled her womb again. There was so much of it, overflowing onto the sheets, staining her thighs...
She parted from their kiss with a dreamy sigh, blinking drowsily when he buried his face on her neck. Her legs fell onto the bed, limp, but he didn't let go, leaning into the sensation of her soft body.
There was nothing but him and her, hearts beating as one, minds drowning in the simplicity of lust. For a while, she lay there, listening to the sounds of his breathing in sync with hers, before she closed her eyes, accepting the warmth from his body all around her.
[PART 3: Soft & Wet]
Later, Cammy awakened to the sound of rippling water.
She blinked, right hand rising above the warm bath and grabbing a clump of foam.
Blue porcelain tiles on the walls, a pristine white floor, and a floral scent clinging to the air. This was... his bathroom. And that sound came from...
"Isn't it dangerous to leave someone asleep in the bathtub?"
It was a large tub. Enough space for him to sit away with his back turned to her.
Cupping water in his hand, Yuusei let it wash the soap suds from his arm before facing her.
"... sorry. I didn't want to leave you alone in my room."
He brushed some hair strands away from his eyes as he spoke, but she didn't notice, eyes busy tracking a droplet running down his chest.
Then, his words registered.
"Eh? Why?" she asked, one arm hanging off the tub. "I didn't notice any embarrassing posters, promise."
"If you woke up while I wasn't there, I expected you to take my things and leave." Like she'd been doing before he got home.
"Leave. To the streets. With my costume in tatters, covered in hickeys, and dripping your..."
She shook her head. "Can you hear how silly you sound?"
"It's almost two in the morning, plus you can camouflage yourself..." he sighed. "My brain is too fried for this. Just call me paranoid and leave it at that."
Still, he had a point. She should never feel comfortable enough to fall asleep in front of a hero, but if she did, looking out for herself as soon as she woke up was the right move. Because honestly, she wouldn't put it past him to tie her up and call for law enforcement while she was knocked out. But instead, he bust out the bubble bath with rose salts.
... she didn't know what to think about that. So she beckoned him with a finger, not wanting to dwell on it.
"Let me wash your back, Mr. Paranoid."
He met her eyes, looking like he wanted to refuse. Her tail tugged at his waist, and he gave up with a small sigh.
They curled together in the bath, bubbles and foam popping between their bodies. Behind him, she slowly worked her soapy hands on his back, feeling his muscles... wondering which of his scars were caused by her.
Fleetingly, she realized she had never done this for someone else before.
"How does it feel?"
He tensed up as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his back.
"Tempting."
Soft laughter reached his ears.
"Already?"
He was tired. From work. From using his quirk. From the effort it took to pleasure a woman like her.
Yet a few light touches and whispered words were enough to make his heart race again.
"... I must be insatiable when it comes to you," he sighed, trying and failing to relax his body.
It was maddening, truly.
"Too bad, though. My legs still feel like jelly."
He only hummed in response, and she flicked her tongue under his ear, making him jolt in place.
She laughed again. Her arms went around him, fingers tracing lines on his chest.
"Relax..." she purred. "What's the point of running a hot bath if you can't unwind?"
He was unwinding. Before she woke up.
"Cammy," he breathed, impatient. "Are you done yet?"
"Almost, but..."
Her body shifted, and he was painfully aware of every movement. Her soft breasts rubbing over his back, her perfect legs around him, her head resting on his shoulder—
"Don't you want me to clean the front, too?"
She stuck out her tongue between her fingers, planting the idea of her between his legs, taking his cock—
"... Yes."
"Only if you wash my back after."
"Yes."
"And give me a massage."
He opened his mouth, and huffed, realizing she was messing with him. But if she had been serious, how would he respond?
... He didn't know, and it bothered him slightly.
He slipped away from her, rising from the bath, and then his length was pressed against her face, hard, aching for release.
She smiled before pressing her lips to his tip in a messy kiss, and somehow, he still tasted like their mingled arousal. Her tongue coiled around his cock, and she took him deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to suck him harder.
Her nose pressed against his groin as she took him fully, and she looked up, delighting in his reactions. The groans leaving his throat, the tensing of his body as his hips thrust slightly... the hand atop her hair, gentle in its caress even as she took him down her throat repeatedly. Eagerly. Loudly. Faster and faster, saliva dripping from her mouth as her tongue stroked his shaft.
He thought she looked gorgeous like this, on her knees, pleasuring him in ways only she could. While he trembled, trying to hold to this bliss a moment longer, she kept going, not needing to breathe, only wanting to see him drown in ecstasy.
Then the grip on her hair became tighter, and she felt the hot rush of his seed down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could before popping the twitching member out of her mouth, closing her eyes as more sticky ropes coated her face and tongue.
"Hahh...."
Her hands coaxed him through his climax, stroking his throbbing cock with one hand, cupping its tip with the other so her hair wouldn't get messy. He panted for air, crimson eyes clouded with lust, focused only on her. Just the way she liked it.
"T-That... was—"
He gasped as she swirled her tongue, sucking his leaking tip. Showing off how much of her mouth was painted with his cum before closing it.
"Perfect?" she asked after swallowing. "Best you've ever had?"
Though her tone was teasing, he nodded shakily, unable to deny it.
"... unforgettable."
"And yet..." she trailed off, glancing at his erection, still painfully hard for her. Could it really be so perfect if he wasn't satisfied? Or was this yet another form of praise?
He smiled, brushing her hair before pressing a palm to her cheek.
"Did you expect anything else? I told you... I can't get enough of you."
There was something in his voice that had her thighs pressing together at those words. Or maybe it was the intimacy in his gestures. The smell of sex clinging to her. Making her dizzy. Hungry for him, as he was for her.
"Fuck..." she whispered, fingers diving under the warm water, trying to control the heat pooling between her legs.
"... use your quirk this time," she said, surprising even herself. "I want to know if the taste changes."
She closed the small distance between her mouth and his member again, making him shudder.
"Ah, h-hold on—!" he hissed, one arm bracing against the bathroom tiles. "It might not fit..."
She made him forget those worries quickly, and soon the bathroom was filled with the sloppy, obscene sounds of her tongue all over him, licking, sucking, slurping—
[PART 4: After The Dance]
"This one?"
"Nah."
After the bath, Yuusei quickly gathered everything ruined during their nightly activities. Dirty couch cushions and bedsheets. Glassware that had been thrown aside to make space for something else on the kitchen counter. And Karma's costume.
She currently lay in his king-size bed, naked, while he paced around his mess of a room only in sweatpants, trying to get her new clothes.
"What about this?" he asked, showing her a sweater and jeans combo.
"The pants will fall off."
"You could stuff them with your tail."
"Hmm... don't want to."
She leaned aside, avoiding the balled-up sweater and smirking at his grumpy expression.
He could have left her to pick her own clothes, and she'd have no choice but to do it. But he had reservations about leaving her to snoop around his things, and she was still upset at the damage to her costume... so she was content with laying back and pestering him.
"Can you bring me some water?" she asked as he brought another change of clothes. "All this auditing is making me thirsty..."
"..."
He stepped closer to her, all emotion draining from his face. Then he leaned down, grabbing her arms and raising—
Wait, was he trying to forcefully dress her? That was a new one.
"Alright, alright. I get it!" Cammy said, smacking him with her tail, and he retreated with a huff. "... I can find the fridge by myself."
She giggled at his expense even as he wrestled her on the bed again.
Ah... she was having too much fun with this. Their usual back-and-forth was a lot more violent...
—which she didn't mind—
So this was a rarity for her.
"If you get it, then get dressed and leave my house," he grumbled, squishing her smug face with one hand.
But she should probably stop now before one of them made it weird.
"Fine. Give me the clothes I want."
"How am I supposed to know which..."
He cut himself off, letting go of her with a sigh. She watched him shuffle out of the room, only to come back a few seconds later with...
"Would you look at that..."
A long-sleeved, loose-fitting black shirt with a plunging neckline. Though with the size difference between them, it'd look more like a robe on her... which was what attracted her to it in the first place.
It was the same piece of clothing she tried to steal from the very beginning.
"See?" she asked after slipping it on. "Was that so hard?"
"Yes. And now I'm wondering if this was your plan from the start."
She couldn't help but laugh at the audacity of it. Tearing her costume because he was too horny to figure out some laces, then blaming her for wanting a replacement?
Also...
"... how much have you missed me since I had you?"
"You asked me something similar while we were doing it, huh?"
She hopped off the bed and walked up to him.
"Don't worry about it," she told him, patting his shoulder. "You should know I'm not addicted like you are."
It sounded like she was trying to convince herself instead of him, but...
"If you say so."
"I can't tell if you're genuinely worried or praying on my downfall."
"The former. Even if you are my worst enemy, I'm not that petty."
"If this is how you treat your worst enemy... maybe you shouldn't make any."
The thief left with his shirt and the last word... although its impact was somewhat diminished by the limping in her gait. She navigated through the dark corridors, making a quick stop in the kitchen to get that water she wanted. The sound of raindrops hitting the windows caught her attention, and she turned to watch the weather outside. Dark clouds. Heavy downpour. Fierce winds.
"...Huh."
She'd heard a fleeting drizzle while they were talking, but this was a bit too much. When did it get this bad? She could deal with getting a little wet, but the cold was another story due to her quirk.
Still, she'd be... fine. The secret lay in breaking inside the houses on the way to her place. For temporary shelter. It would be harder than usual considering she was tired and sore all over, but she was nothing if confident in her skills.
Leaving an empty glass on the coffee table, she walked to the door, unlocked it, opened, and—
Closed it as soon as the freezing wind hit her body.
Maybe if she tried again...
Nope, that was insanity.
Shaking all over, she returned to his room, surprised at the lack of light peeking from the door.
... It wasn't even locked.
Any other time, she would have thought it was a trap. But tonight, she knew he was tired enough to drop on his bed as soon as she left.
Opening the door as quietly as possible, she nudged forward and peeked inside. As expected, Yuusei lay on his side beneath a blanket. Quiet breaths. Eyes closed. A soft expression on his face that she rarely got to see.
Temptingly vulnerable... But she wouldn't do anything except take more of his clothes.
She sneaked towards his wardrobe, checking drawers and shelves, then opening one of the doors.
Creaaaak~
She cursed the squeaky hinge under her breath and turned to the unsuspecting victim.
... Alright. He was still resting—
One of his eyes cracked open.
Oh well.
"Got a raincoat?" she asked.
"... no."
... it closed.
A few seconds passed, and he blinked awake again, watching her sit at the foot of his bed and kick her feet.
"... why are you still here?"
"Too windy outside."
He glanced at his room's window. "... ah, right, your quirk..." he yawned. "I have an umbrella, but..."
"But?"
"It won't really protect you from the cold, will it?"
"Tch. Are you sure you don't have any coats I can borrow?"
"No," another yawn. "I like flying in the rain."
"That has to be the lamest thing I've ever heard you say."
He turned on the bed, looking away from her. "... good luck on your way home."
"I could have made it there if someone didn't tire me out," she lied.
"Don't try to guilt me," he mumbled into his pillow. "You could have found someplace to stay if you weren't picky with the clothes. But you can't help yourself when it comes to annoying me, huh?"
And now, here they were. She, in need of shelter. He, too tired to kick her out.