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"Two hundred forty-eight, two hundred forty-nine... two hundred fifty! You can relax."
With a huff, Mukuro Ikusaba set the heavy barbells back on the rack above her head as she took in deep breaths. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she felt the telltale tingling of freshly worked out muscles flow through her arms. She had come to value these forms of feedback her body gave her after working out; they were almost tangible bookmarks of her progress.
"Wow, Mukuro!" a voice beside her head spoke. "Four sets of two fifty reps and you've barely broken a sweat! Are you sure you even need me here to spot you? It looks like you have everything covered."
Mukuro sighed contently, feeling her abs tighten as she sat up straight.
"Yes, Makoto, I'm sure," she said placidly, but with the hint of a smile on her face from his last compliment. "I'm much more confident in my workout when I know I have someone spotting me."
She glanced over at Makoto, who was holding out a water bottle in his outstretched hand. She gratefully took it, unfastened the cap, and took measured sips of the cool water. A little stream leaked from the side of her mouth and traveled down her chin and neck.
"Ahh," she gasped, refreshed. "Thanks. Help me rerack these weights?"
"Oh, sure thing!" Makoto answered.
Mukuro hopped off of the bench and began disassembling the impressive amount of weighted plates she'd built up over the course of her workout. She easily slid the weights off of the bar and onto their respective racks. While she worked, she looked over to see Makoto, who was having a markedly harder time grappling with the heavy discs of metal.
"Hey," she said, sliding the last weight into its rack. "Why did you agree to start spotting me? I mean, it's not that I don't appreciate your help all these months. I'm just curious why you decided to help a classmate you barely knew."
"O-oh!" Makoto grunted, doing his best to quickly finish up his side of the bar. "Well, I overheard you talking with your sister about not having anyone to go with you to the gym that evening. And I didn't have anything going on at the time. So I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask if you wanted my help."
Mukuro was taken aback just a little as she reached for the towel she brought with her. She tried to sop up the light amount of perspiration that had soaked into her clothes; black yoga pants with light-grey accents with a matching tank top that modestly covered her chest and most of her stomach. She did what she could before leaving the rest of her clean-up to a shower she'd have to take later.
"Really?" she asked. "You come with me every other night to the gym just because you have nothing better to do?"
Makoto huffed as he finally set the last weight down before moving the bar itself to its holders above the bench.
"W-well, yeah," he said sheepishly, one hand scratching the back of his neck. "But I wouldn't say that I had nothing better to do! You make it sound like it's a pain to be here. I really like hanging out with you, Mukuro. Even if I don't do a lot of exercise myself. I'm honestly proud of how far you've come just in the few months of me spotting you."
A blush touched Mukuro's freckled face at the compliment. The usually composed Ultimate Soldier took her turn to look sheepish.
"Thanks, Mack. I'm glad I haven't been a burden. It's been hard meeting new people after being away from Hope's Peak for so long. Besides my sister, you're the only person I talk to on a regular basis."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You know, if you ever want to hang out sometime other than working out, I'd be more than happy to-"
A violent buzzing noise interrupted Makoto, startling him. He fumbled quickly in the pocket of his gym shorts before pulling out his phone.
"Gah, shoot! I need to get back to my dorm! I'm watching over a plant that Celeste has that needs to be watered at specific times or else it'll die. At least that's what she says. I'm really sorry I can't walk you back to your place!"
"Oh, it's no problem," Mukuro said. "I completely understand. I wouldn't want to get on her bad side either."
Both teens shared a smile as Makoto hurriedly scrambled his stuff into his gym bag.
"But seriously, think about my offer to hang out," he said as he started power walking towards the gym's exit. "I'm down for anything! Take care, Mukuro."
Mukuro gave a slight wave as Makoto burst out the doors on a mission that might be life or death for him. The smile she exchanged with him grew a little sullen as she began packing her things too, already feeling the absence of this boy she'd come to genuinely find comradery in. More than comradery, she felt something else for him. Something warmer and softer, similar to the feeling she felt for Junko. Minus the occasional fear for her own life.
She thought back on his offer to do something else with her and began to seriously consider it. Perhaps considering it far beyond what Makoto had originally intended as she walked out of the gym to her dorm.
"Phew, close one."
Makoto sighed to himself as he gently tipped the water pale into the large potted plant that had taken residency in his dorm living room. He huffed and puffed, the sprint he made from the gym to his place accidentally giving him far more cardio than he had originally planned for today. He didn't want to risk evoking Celeste's wrath by murdering her plant, though. Nervously, he eyed up the notecard that came with the care instructions of the plant, ending with the simple promise of "If the plant dies, you die."
He shivered as he finished up watering the exotic flowering plant. He tried to drown out those thoughts of possible mortal danger by remembering the great time he just had with Mukuro.
He didn't think he'd enjoy his time with Mukuro as much as he did. Their workout sessions went from something he did because he was free to something he planned his week around. He genuinely wanted to spend time with this girl whom he initially was intimidated by. Through their workouts, she gradually opened up to him and he did the same for her. He smiled as he realized how good of friends they had become, despite them not hanging out much outside of their workouts.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached down to look at the notification, reading a simple text from an unknown number.
Hey, it's Mukuro. Come to my dorm. Please. 238.
Makoto's first thought when reading this was a straightforward one.
How did she get my phone number?
After a second of thinking it over, Makoto smartly elected to ignore that point and take the message at face value. Looking back to make sure that his plant ward had been properly watered and wasn't withering away instantaneously, he replied to Mukuro's text with a short Sounds good, I'll be on my way before heading over to her place.
The walk through the school dormitories was a short one since they both lived in the same building. Makoto quickly climbed the flight of stairs between them, seeing some familiar faces linger in the halls and between flights. Before long, he crossed the hall and stood in front of the door marked 238.
Makoto paused in front of the door, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.
She just needs my help with something, he rationalized. That's probably it. There's no reason to think about this in any weird way. We're just friends who work out together.
He let these thoughts calm him down before he gently knocked on the door.
"Hello?" he called out. "Mukuro? It's Makoto. You texted me about something?"
He received no immediate reply and was left waiting outside of Mukuro's dorm. The soft light of an evening sun shone on his lonely visage through the large window at the end of the hall. Makoto let the silence and inactivity hang for a bit longer, giving Mukuro a chance to answer.
He was about to give another, more tense knock when he felt another buzzing from his pocket. It was another text, from the same number as before.
Unlocked
The single word's meaning was obvious, even to someone as dense as Makoto could be on occasion. He gulped, unsure of what to do in this less-than-usual situation. As weird and off-kilter as Mukuro was being right now, there was the chance that this was something important and that she was counting on him. The thought of letting her down was something he wouldn't forgive himself for. Wrapping his hand around the doorknob, he took Mukuro's implied invitation in and found that the door was indeed unlocked.
Oddly, the first thing he noticed about walking into Mukuro's dorm for the first time was a sound. It was the sound of water pattering against a surface, like a shower. Sure enough, Makoto looked over to where the bathroom was, the layout of the dorm almost identical to his, and saw that the light was on from under the crack in the door. He took a brief look around, taking in the immaculately clean space and relatively simple and modest decoration. No one else seemed to be here at the moment.
"Mukuro?" Makoto asked, closing the apartment door, taking his shoes off, and walking towards the bathroom. "It's Makoto. Are you okay? Did you need anything from me?"
He stopped at the door, the sound of a running shower clear to him now. But now that he was closer, he could hear something else too. It sounded like... sighs? Moans? The idea of Mukuro doing anything in the shower that would elicit moans brought a bright red blush across his face. He shook the thoughts out of his head, hoping he misheard and that he was just tired from working out earlier.
"M-Makoto?" Mukuro's voice asked from behind the door. "No, I'm okay. I'm f-fine, really. I... I could really use your help, though."
Even though it was muffled by the shower water and a door between them, Makoto could tell that her voice was uncharacteristically high and caught on some words.
"Of course," he answered honestly. "We're friends. I'd be more than happy to help you with anything."
"Friends, yeah..." she said, her tone almost forlorn. "In that case, can you do me a huge favor and... come inside?"
"Wait...," Makoto asked. "As in, inside the bathroom? I mean, sure, I guess I could. But are you behind the shower curtain? Would I... see you?"
A small pause stretched between them that was filled in by the pitter-patter of water against the shower floor.
"Would you want to see me?" Mukuro asked. "Is it a problem if you happened to look at me while I'm like this?"
"I mean, I guess that isn't a problem if you need help with something or you- oh..."
Makoto finally was able to grasp the subtext of her words. The blush on his face flared up even more as he realized what she was implying.
"Well, yeah..." he continued. "I would like to see you. As long as you're okay with it, of course!"
Another pause.
"That door's unlocked too," she said.
Makoto surprised himself by feeling strangely zen about walking in on the Ultimate Soldier naked. The only sign that betrayed the nerves he felt deep down was the blush on his face that didn't seem to want to leave. He easily opened the bathroom door and slipped inside.
He closed the door behind him, not wanting the heat to escape the warm room. The mirror over the sink was slightly fogged up with steam that rose from the shower curtain. As he stepped inside, he noticed that he was stepping on something thin that threatened to trip him over the smooth floor of the bathroom. He looked down and saw that it was Mukuro's clothes he was stepping on, her stretchy pants and tank top from before now discarded on the group. Mixed in with the clothes was her underwear, which was plain in design and fabric but surprisingly small considering how prudent the soldier presented herself.
The sound of plastic sliding against metal briefly filled the room as the curtain was drawn back, catching Makoto's attention.
Mukuro stood in the shower completely bare, her entire body on display for him. The water from the still running shower hit her side and back as she stood awkwardly, one arm under her chest and the other hanging at her side as if she didn't know how to present herself at this moment. Droplets of water ran down her visage, giving her light skin a glistening quality that utterly transfixed Makoto.
Mukuro's face scrunched up in embarrassment as she saw just how enamored Makoto was with her. She didn't know how to react. She's only ever been fully naked around her sister, never a guy that she had such complicated feelings towards. The silence that hung between them was driving her crazy. She had to say something to alleviate the tension she felt, so she said the most pressing thing on her mind.
"What do you think of me?" she said in a gasp suddenly.
"Wh-what?" Makoto was snapped out of his stunned silence, not even realizing that he had been gawking at her body.
"You heard me... What do you think of me? My personality? My appearance? My body...?"
"Well, I'm not sure what you want me to say that isn't obvious. You're an amazing girl through and through. You're smart, determined, and one of the strongest people I've ever met, period. Even before I got to know you, I always looked up to you for how levelheaded and rational you were no matter what. You've really been an inspiration to me, Mukuro. Plus, you're, like, really hot."
Makoto's entire face was awash with a cherry red blush as he realized what he let slip at the end. Mukuro's face reddened too, but it was accompanied by a nervous, shaky smile.
"Wow, no one's ever said anything like that to me before. Both the stuff about me and... that last thing. Can you elaborate? I want to know what you mean, I guess. Do you really consider my drab body so appealing?"
As she said this, she gestured with both arms, spreading them as if to show off how obviously droll she was.
"Do you really think that about yourself?" Makoto asked. "Just because you don't look exactly like your supermodel sister doesn't mean you aren't stunning. I... honestly really, really like your physique. You work so hard on your body every time we work out, and I can clearly see it now. Those perfectly chiseled abs that peak out from your workout clothes, your lithe, hardened muscles in your arms that sometimes outline your school uniform, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't looked at your butt from time to time in those pants you wear to the gym. Oh, I'm sorry if that's too much for me to say."
"N-no, it's okay," Mukuro said, her smile only growing bigger and warmer as Makoto spoke, clearly not put off by the way he thought of her. "In that case, I should tell you what I think of you. Makoto Naegi, I think you are an absolutely upstanding person. Your dedication towards your friends and even people you barely even know is truly a wonderful thing to admire. You're dependable and honorable and so cute and damn it I love you!"
Mukuro's chest heaved as her breath became heavy, her confession hanging in the air between them. Makoto felt it hit him like a truck. He never in his wildest dreams expected anyone to feel or say this about him, especially someone like Mukuro. And while it was wildly unexpected, he could glean from the jumble of emotions he felt inside of his chest that it wasn't something that he thought negatively of. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more elated he felt.
"I... I think I love you too, Mukuro," he said simply, looking the naked woman straight in the eyes as he said this. He couldn't tell if the water welling up around her eyes were tears or residue from the shower.
Before he knew it, Mukuro leaned over and grabbed him by his uniform shirt, her iron grip yanking him forward and pulling him into the shower with her. The muscles in her arm tensed as she easily lifted him over the lip of the tub and gently lowered him until she was sure he wouldn't slip.
Makoto could barely get used to the feeling of his clothes getting drenched in warm water before he felt a sturdy hand push his chin up, tipping his head upwards towards Mukuro's freckled face. A halo of light shone behind her raven hair from the light above the shower as she leaned in, her full lips clearing the distance between the two of them before meeting his mouth.
Despite her professional, confident exterior, Makoto found that she was shy when it came to kissing. Not that he had much experience with it himself, but he could tell that she didn't either. It seemed like she only had enough vigor to clear the gap between them. Once their lips locked, her movements became skittish and timid. Makoto took it upon himself to take the lead.
Her lips were surprisingly soft, melting like chocolate against his. He could feel her hot breath escape her mouth in a moan as she felt the intimate connection that they now shared. Her breath in combination with the still running warm water added to the overall feeling of heat that Makoto felt tickling every inch of his body.
His hands, which hung uselessly at his side, found purchase wrapped around Mukuro's waist, pulling the taller girl into him and deeper into the kiss. He couldn't' help himself as his hand snuck up her back, feeling the divots of highly defined muscle there while also getting pelted with water before grazing her neck and finally sinking into the tangle of her wet, dark hair. He gently held her head and pushed her forward, their mouths sliding together even deeper.
In spite of neither of them ever getting this far before, they both knew what came next during kissing as passionate as this. It was Mukuro who made the first move, relaxing her jaw and allowing Makoto to slide his tongue into her mouth as naturally as if it were her own. Together they clumsily and deeply made out, their tongue swirling around each other, drenched in a mixture of spit and shower water that ran down their faces. Their lips smacked against each other loudly, only separating for milliseconds at a time to take in breath before falling in love with the other's mouth even more.
Mukuro was embarrassing herself with how heartily she was moaning just from being made out with. She had resigned herself to being celibate all of her life, never feeling such an intimate, warm, welcoming touch like Makoto's. Both his hands wrapped around her and his mouth exploring the wet cavern of her mouth were experiences she'd only ever had in her most debaucherous of dreams. She could feel her pussy get wet between her toned, closed thighs, so wet that she couldn't even blame it on the shower at this point.
She yelped out in surprise as she felt a jolt of pleasure around her pussy. As Makoto held her head in place, his other hand had trailed down her body and was now firmly placed against her cunt. Her kissing paused as her brain was sent into overdrive, the contact marking the first time anyone other than herself has touched her most intimate space.
Makoto's hand slowly trailed up her soaked, puffy folds, his fingers gently sliding into her before his wrist hit the edge of her tuft of dark pubic hair above her pussy. He then glided his hand back down, teasing her to the point of making her shiver before finding just the right area he needed and pushing his digits into her virgin pussy.
Despite being tasked with making out and fingering Mukuro, Makoto did his best to pour all of his effort into both actions. His tongue danced with hers as their mouths echoed with her lewd moans while his hand worked to pump her pussy. He started out slow with just his middle finger dipping into her honey pot. After slowly sliding it all the way in, feeling her velvety soft walls try to entrap his hand, he slid his pointer finger in as well, filling her tight hole even more. He figured he was doing an okay job judging by Mukuro's reaction, so he picked up speed, pistoning his fingers in and out of her and getting them soaked in her quim.
As he moved faster and faster, her pussy drooling all over his entire hand as he finger fucked her harder, he realized that his head was starting to spin. His legs felt a bit weak and wobbly. It clicked in his brain that, duh, he needed to breathe asap. With one more deep shove of his fingers into her snatch, he pulled his head back from the kiss, taking in gasping breaths as he forgot how long he had gone without breathing.
"Ah! Ah... ah... I'm sorry about that," Makoto apologized. "I guess I got distracted."
"No, it's fine," Mukuro said, using one hand to wipe off some spit that had leaked from the side of her mouth. Unlike Makoto, she looked none the worse for not having taken in breath because of their making out.
"Hey, do you mind if I take my clothes off? It's starting to feel a little heavy and chafe-y."
Mukuro chuckled, the rare smile that she had earlier now a permanent fixture on her face. At least, Makoto hoped it would be.
"Of course, Mack. Go right ahead~"
The slight lilt in her voice was an inflection he had never heard from her before. It honestly struck a chord with him, the boner stuck in his sodden pants throbbing as she spoke.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, or at least tried to do so quickly with how shaky his hand are. He reached the bottom button and threw off his jacket and shirt at once, exposing his light skin and very, very slight six pack he had developed spending time with Mukuro. He quickly wiggled out of his pants and socks as well, turning away from the girl as he slipped them off one leg at a time before finally doing the same with his boxers, leaving him as naked as she was.
As he turned back to the soldier, he felt a powerful grip once again manhandle him. This time, it clung to his shoulder and pushed him onto his knees, the trickle of shower water no longer hitting him now that he was in the shadow of Mukuro's body. As he was now, he was face to face with her puffy, innie pussy soaked with two different liquids and slightly matted by a patch of slightly trimmed dark pubic hair.
"I... I need more than your fingers~" Mukuro said, pure honey dripping from her words as she expressed her desire. "Use that sweet talking mouth of yours on me. Back up all of those things you said about me and make me feel wonderful! Oh, uh... please?"
The second she took to realize that she might have been too demanding warmed Makoto's heart.
"Of course, Mukuro," he said with a smile, sliding his body across the slick floor of the shower and closer to her entrance. "I've never done anything like this, but I'll happily do it to show how much I care about you."
With that, he closed his eyes and leaned forward, his mouth pressing against her lower lips in a gentle kiss before sliding his tongue out and tracing it up her slit. This drew an immediate moan from the soldier. She had to lean against the shower wall to keep herself from falling over from the pleasure of feeling something so warm and wet press into her pussy.
Makoto used this positive feedback to embolden himself, moving from just licking up the outside to spreading her folds, giving him an eyeful of her adorably pink insides before slipping his tongue inside of her. His senses were immediately bombarded, the taste and smell of eating out this woman overwhelming the poor virgin. He clearly wasn't the only one overwhelmed, as above him he could hear Mukuro's labored breath in between her sultry moans.
"Gah! Mmm~! Please, Makoto! I need to feel more of you! Deeper, slide your tongue in deeper! I need you!"
He didn't have a chance to oblige her himself as he felt a set of hands rest on his head and quickly push him forward, forcing his tongue further inside of her tunnel while his nose rested in her bush of black, shiny pubes. This drew another, louder moan from Mukuro, who was beside herself with pleasure, her toes clenching from having something this far inside of her.
Makoto took this new position in stride and quickly got to work, pushing his tongue back and forth, feeling her body pulse around him. The warmth of the water and their kiss from early was nothing compared to how hot her pussy was. The heat that enveloped his tongue and washed over his face was soothing and arousing at the same time, lulling him into a haze that drove him to eat her out even faster. His tongue moved quickly, transitioning from simply sliding in and out of her and licking the outside of her petals. Sometimes, he would flick his tongue over the sensitive nub of her clit, adoring the way she'd squeak each and every time he did it. This was all encouraged by Mukuro's grip on his short hair pushing him against her crotch.
Said grip suddenly grew tighter as he drove his tongue into her once again, her soft walls suddenly constricting more than they had before as her body shook violently.
"AH! Makoto, please! I'm-I'm so close! I've only ever done this with my hands. I never would have imagined it would be this good~! I'm gonna cum! GAH! Fuck! Keep going! K-keep go-GNNGH!"
Mukuro grit her teeth in a harsh grunt, genuinely worried that her screams would be audible to her neighbors if she moaned any louder. Her legs tightened around Makoto's head, her thick, muscular thighs trapping him against her pussy as she rapidly approached her first climax with another person. She pushed her hips forward, humping Makoto's face as she inched closer, closer, closer until her dam finally broke.
She threw her head back against the shower wall, her eyes crossing in unimaginable nirvana as she came. Her pussy clamped around Makoto's warm tongue as she let loose, a large, powerful stream of femcum shooting out of her pussy. She felt her body convulse uncontrollably, the muscles on her body and in her pussy contracting from the pleasure and showering the boy in her quim. Both were surprised with how much she was squirting, the girl never making this much of a mess when she played with herself before. She came so much that Makoto's face was less shower water and more pussy juice as her orgasmic high came to an end.
Mukuro's legs relaxed, easing up the pressure around Makoto's head and allowing him to sit back against the tub and rest. His panting was just as heavy as Mukuro's, his body hot and slightly steaming from exertion and the still trickling shower water. He had to take a second and collect his thoughts, the cascade of euphoria he just felt throwing him off completely. This daze didn't last long as the body above him slowly shifted.
"Jeez...~ I knew you were a great guy, Mack. But your cock is even better...!"
He looked down to see that his erection was just standing out in the open, all nine impressive inches of his shaft throbbing with his heartbeat and occasionally getting pelted by water. Despite everything, he still felt a little embarrassed at how ragingly horny he was, but Mukuro had long since abandoned that embarrassment.
"Come on, I know you want to use that on me. Please, stick it in here."
As she said this, she pressed her upper body against the shower wall, her hands going down to her butt and spreading herself. Makoto had an impeccably clear view of her cute winking butthole, the ring of her ass slightly darker than the rest of her skin. Her pale butt, squished under the grip of her fingers, was also lined with a couple of light freckles much like her upper cheeks. Her pussy, which Makoto had an in-depth view of before, was also spread from her hold. Although it was clear which one she wanted filled first.
"I-I don't know if I'm comfortable with you having sex with me there yet. But I'd be more than happy if you took charge and fucked my asshole...~!"
Makoto didn't need to be invited twice as he stood up on wobbly legs and aligned his cock to her spread, tight ass ring. He felt a shudder run up his body when he placed his cock head against her entrance, the feeling accentuated by the water running down his naked body. He reached his hands forward and grabbed her hips, using his thumbs to keep her ass spread and allowing Mukuro to brace herself against the wall as Makoto tugged back on her body and thrusted forward at the same time, spearing himself inside of Mukuro's butt.
Makoto couldn't comprehend the fact that he lost his virginity to Mukuro Ikusaba's asshole at that moment. His mind was overrun with sheer bliss as he felt her anal walls squeeze the life out of him, as if her ass was made to pleasure his cock. He was able to use his lubed-up cock to slide halfway into her with one thrust, his body leaning over hers to get a better angle on fucking her.
Mukuro herself dropped all pretense of trying to be quiet. She wholly couldn't care who heard her anymore. The neighbors, the headmaster, her sister. The importance of those people paled in comparison to this boy who was teaching her new bounds of pleasure that she never knew existed. The feeling of her ass being railed just from that single thrust melted her calm and composed demeanor into one that was skittish and desperate and oh so horny. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and slurred her moans as she tried to speak.
"GAAAH! Oh fuck, Makoto! I didn't think Junko was serious when she said anal was so fucking goooood! Keep going! I know your dick is bigger than tha-AAAAT!"
Her ranting was cut short as Makoto took her up on that offer, his grip on her firm hips tightening as he pushed himself in deeper.
"Gnng! I'm glad you're feeling good. God, this feels incredible. Your ass is so f-fucking hot! If I didn't know better, I'd say you would've had experience with taking it up your ass!"
Makoto didn't entirely know where this domineering streak came from, but understanding its origin was the last thing on his mind as he thrusted deeper into Mukuro, filling her ass up little by little and putting her in her place. He grunted with the effort, his hips swinging back and forth, flinging water all over the shower and pushing his cock head deeper and deeper into her ass pussy. He could feel every inch of her ass that he was stretching out around his cock until finally he slammed his hips into her toned butt, her booty giving the slightest bounce as he shoved his entire length into her.
Makoto felt a new stream of liquid hit his leg as he wrapped his arms around Mukuro to feel up her body. He grinned with satisfaction against her solid back as he realized that he had gotten her to cum again, with the same amount of prominence as the last time if the volume of femcum that splatter against his legs and feet were any indication.
He gave her no rest as he pulled his cock out, only leaving the tip of his fat club inside of her ass before ramming it in again, fucking her into the wall as he groped her from behind. He let his hands run over the abs that he would always be jealous of, then briefly felt up those arms that could lift him thrice over, before finally settling on her perky, lean tits. She'd let it slip that she had a complex about her boobs and how they compared to her sister's, so he did his best to let her know that he thought they were stupid hot without saying a word. He massaged the flesh of her water-slick tits before circling his fingers around her nipples, letting them get hard before pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, drawing out even louder, lewder moans from the prudent soldier.
All the while he didn't let up on fucking her like his life depended on it. The wet slaps of her ass bouncing against his waist rivaled the sound of the shower as he piston fucked her hard, putting in leagues more effort than he ever had at their workouts. His nuts slapped against her sopping pussy, adding another layer of pleasure the poor girl was feeling as she came over and over again. Her pussy was given no respite as each slam of his meaty cock into her asshole trigger another orgasm that would've thoroughly embarrassed her if it wasn't hard to tell what was pussy juice and what was tap water.
Soon, he felt his own climax approaching. Mukuro could feel it too, even in her fuck-drunken haze against the wall. The way his fat cock throbbed harder and faster as time went on, as if it were holding back a flood. If she focused hard enough, sent her mind to a deep, tranquil place that she only ever visited on the battlefield, she could feel every square centimeter of that cock swell bigger inside of her. His cumvein that inflated with a deluge of hot spunk that was waiting to stuff her ass completely like he could get it pregnant. His nuts that mercilessly slapped against her slash and made her sinfully wet. It was all too much for the both of them and neither could hold back.
"Do it! Do it! Please~! Right in my ass, b-baby! Fuck! I love you! I love you so so much, Mack! Use my body like this all the time! Cum in me like my whore of a sister and make me wish I could be on the end of your cock every day!"
The peak of her whorish confession was topped off by Makoto's climax. He slammed his hips forward in one final thrust as his churning balls dumped his load inside of her. Her ass was blasted with rope after rope of pearly white jizz, painting her tight anal walls completely white before filling her insides. He could feel his warm jizz fill up around his cock before leaking out of her ass, cementing her creampie by getting the both of them sticky with his cum.
Mukuro adored every second of it. Her body leaned heavily against the wall, afraid she didn't have enough strength in her legs to keep herself up. She was panting like a dog in heat, her tongue fully lulled out of her mouth in the most shameless way possible as she came for the umpteenth time that night; she had lost count. Her head was a miasma of emotions and simple thoughts that all revolved around how heavenly she felt. She tried to mix and match these thoughts into something, anything that would form a sentence.
"Ah...~ Fuck, Makoto. That felt so gre-AT! WAH!"
Before her numbed body could react, she felt something hook under her legs and lift her off of the ground. Her clenched toes found no purchase as she was suspended in the air by a force behind her. She felt the thing holding slide in front of her arms before finally cinching around the back of her head, forcing her head forward and her legs spread and away from her body.
Utterly shocked by the surprise grapple, she tried to crane her head to see just who got the jump on her. While is should have been obvious who it was, her sex-addled mind was astonished to find that it was Makoto who had put her in this full nelson. His expression was stoic and unreadable, his eyebrows fixed in a determined gaze as he drew from a well of strength that he didn't know he had to lift up the taller, stronger girl.
Wordlessly, he pulled her deeper against his chest, her back pressing against him as she felt something hard and wet slide against her pussy. Just looked down to find his cock, somehow still incredibly, painfully hard. And if she wasn't mistaken, it might've been a bit bigger too. He moved his hips back, lining his cockhead up to her puffy petals. What she said before was true; she really was still nervous about doing it like this. But right now, being grappled like this by him, helpless and at his mercy, with his fat cock threatening to fuck her stupid, she didn't really care much about that.
One second she was hanging in his grip, the next he had slammed her down onto his cock, hard. She threw her head back, only tangentially worried that she might've hit Makoto's head as her mind erupted with pleasure. His cock in her ass was satisfying and more than enjoyable. But the way his cock filled her pussy was on a whole new level compared to that. It filled her up in every way she didn't know she needed. His balls slapping into her clit as she was forced to the base was a sting of euphoria that she thought was impossible. Their two molten hot cores mixing together under the steaming hot water to create something entirely new was intoxicating, and she wanted so much more of it.
Thankfully, she got just that as Makoto picked her up, only to drop her down again, bouncing her along his fat dick like a sex toy. Her entire body shook from the rough treatment. Not in a jiggling sort of way, but more of rumble as her muscles clenched from involuntary spasms and were jostled around by the full nelson. Mukuro didn't know what to do with the parts of her body that weren't caught in the suspension hold.
She looked to her stomach and saw the ever so slight outline of a bulge push against her tight abs each time he slammed her down, the indent on her tummy marking just where his perfect, fat cock slammed against her cervix. Each thrust was like a forceful make out as his cock head battered the entrance to her womb. Her pussy clenched just from the sight of it, sending her into another fit of squirting orgasms that milked his cock for all it was worth.
Despite his apparent sexual stamina, he was still extremely sensitive from his last cumshot, and they both felt the edge quickly approaching again. Mukuro's movements over Makoto's cock became wilder and quicker, her legs bouncing wildly with the secondary motion as she felt the thing throb inside of her once again.
"GAAAA! Fucking do it, Makoto! Cum deep inside of me! Get me pregnant! Love me! I don't care! I just want you to stay with me! I've never felt this good with anyone before! You make me the happiest girl in the world! Just fuck me and talk to me and cum inside of me all you want! Just don't stop spending time with me!!!"
It was Mukuro's raw, candid outpouring of emotions that tipped Makoto over the edge.
"AH! I love you, Mukuro! Fuck, I'm cumming!"
Despite cumming not five minutes ago, his load was just as plentiful as if he hadn't gotten of in a month. It filled her pussy to the brim in an instant, flooding her womb and painting her ovaries in a rich cream that was more likely than not to get her fat with his kids in a couple months time. He soon had no room left to pump his seed into, forcing the excess splashing out of her tight, spasming pussy and onto the shower floor, being washed away by water. They hung in this limbo for what felt like hours, him continuously pouring his load into her velvety pussy to the point of distending her stomach a tiny bit. All of it accompanied by the two's wild, drawn out moans that bounced off of the walls and assuredly woke up one of the neighbors.
Finally, Makoto felt his climax ramp down. It felt like he had drained the entire content of his balls in that one climax. All of a sudden, the bravado he had put on to impress Mukuro left his body, leaving him tired, weak, and with the love of his life precariously in his grip. His shaking body teetered a bit as he quickly placed her down before he even had a chance to drop her. She laid her head against the wall before he sunk down and did the same, the last bit of energy he had leaking out of him.
The newly formed couple lay sprawled on opposite ends of the tub panting, sweating, and exhausted, their bodies intertwined in the porcelain tub. Their minds recovered from the feral frenzy that they took on in the heat of the moment, both of them trying to figure out what to say to each other after all that had just happened. Neither of them could seem to come up with anything.
Luckily, they were given a topic. Makoto felt water begin to pool along his legs and body, before the level started to rise little by little. He looked around to see what was stopping the shower water from flowing before spotting the state that the drain was in. Stuffed against the metal grate were globs of his sticky, thick semen. The liquid didn't descend into the drainage properly, forming an impromptu plug.
"Oh, um... Sorry about that. "Makoto apologized. "I can clean it up."
"Ah... It's no problem," Mukuro said. "I'll leave some hotter water running. That should take care of the issue. Although, in spite of having been in the shower for so long, I still feel a little unclean."
"Sorry about that too. If you want, you can borrow my shower. As long as you are okay with using it alone since I think I need to take a nap."
Mukuro chuckled, the light gracing her face making Makoto's heart skip a beat. She leaned forward, her face inching towards Makoto's, before planting a soft, warm kissing against his lips.
"Of course, Mack. I'll gladly take you up on that offer~"