STEAMY MORNING (R-18)
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The room was silent, save for the low, steady hum of the ceiling fan and the distant, drowsy stir of city traffic. A faint, golden hue slipped through the curtains, casting lazy streaks across the wreckage of the night before.
Nova's eyes cracked open first.
His body ached in that bone-deep, satisfied way that only came after losing count of how many times you'd crossed the line between pleasure and exhaustion. The sheets were tangled around his legs, half-kicked to the floor. His hand brushed against something soft — purple lace panties, casually discarded like a forgotten trophy. A wolfish grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
His gaze drifted, drinking in the aftermath. Condoms discarded carelessly on the nightstand and floor. Wrappers torn open in a frenzy. A trail of clothes leading from the door to the bed, like neither of them had the patience to make it very far. The thick scent of sweat, lavender shampoo, and something heady still clung to the air — the perfume of lust lingering in the quiet.
And then, there was Jiro.
She lay on her stomach, the blanket barely covering the curve of her ass, one leg draped lazily over his. Dark hair spilled across the pillow, face turned slightly toward him, her lips parted, lashes dark against flushed skin. Faint bite marks and bruises scattered along her neck and shoulder — proof of teeth, fingernails, and desperate, unrelenting need.
Nova's grin widened.
He let his eyes linger, taking in the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the twitch of her lips like she was fighting a smirk. Cute. Thought she could play dead.
But he wasn't buying it.
Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hand beneath the blanket, his touch warm and possessive as it skimmed over her waist, fingers curling around the soft swell of her breast. She stiffened — barely — then forced herself to stay still, feigning sleep.
Amused, Nova rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a slow, teasing pinch.
Jiro's breath hitched, a sharp, involuntary gasp slipping from her lips before her eyes snapped open, cheeks coloring as the heat from the contact shot through her.
"B-Bastard," she hissed, her voice rough and husky from the night before.
Nova chuckled, low and dangerous, leaning in to brush his lips against the curve of her ear. "Morning, Rockstar," he murmured, giving her nipple another lazy pinch just to hear the hitched breath she tried — and failed — to swallow.
She glared at him, dark eyes glittering with a mixture of heat and challenge. "You're dead."
He grinned against her skin. "Worth it."
Without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her up onto his chest. Jiro let out a startled yelp, her body landing against him in a warm, naked sprawl. The contact sent a fresh bolt of awareness through both of them.
Recovering fast, she retaliated, biting down on his chest in revenge — sharp enough to sting, but not enough to draw blood.
Nova groaned, a low, pleased sound rumbling from his throat. His palm came down in a sharp, echoing slap against her ass, making her jolt with a mix of pain and pleasure, a gasp escaping her lips before she smirked against his skin.
He rubbed the sting out with his hand, fingers kneading the soft flesh. "So," he drawled, voice dark and rough, "how was your night?"
Resting her cheek against his chest, she let the steady thrum of his heartbeat soothe her for a moment before she answered, her words muffled against his skin. "It was the best night… though I swear, do you have a strength quirk or something? My hips are wrecked, and my pussy's so sore it feels like you tried to break me with that damn pile driver routine."
Nova snorted, the hand still cupping her ass giving a lazy squeeze. "Told you last night, babe. No strength boost. My thing's wish-granting, remember?"
Jiro turned her head, shooting him a flat, deadpan look — though the flush on her face betrayed the thrill that still lingered in her system. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," he grinned, brushing a few strands of hair from her face, letting his thumb trace the curve of her jaw. "Why don't you make a wish?"
She huffed, but before she could answer, the sheet slipped lower, exposing one modest breast and the trail of bruises and hickeys marking her pale skin. Nova's gaze darkened, a pleased, possessive heat flaring in his eyes.
Jiro saw that look, the way his hand never stopped kneading her ass, and despite the soreness echoing through her body, a pulse of arousal shot through her again. There was a thrill in it — a flicker of fear and heat. She knew exactly what that look meant.
And it made her want to tempt fate.
Taking a slow, steadying breath, she let a sultry smile curve her lips. Hips shifting, she began to grind her drooling, aching pussy against the hardening length beneath her, earning a low groan from Nova's throat.
"My wish," she murmured, voice thick and breathy, "is that I don't get sore, tired, or pregnant… no matter how hard and raw you decide to pound me."
Nova's grin was pure sin.
"Granted," he growled.
His grip tightened on her ass, pulling her down against the growing heat between them, letting her feel the promise of what was coming. That cocky, predatory grin spread across his face — the one that promised she wasn't leaving this bed any time soon.
And then, with a flash of movement, he flipped her onto her back, the sheet falling away, her body bare and marked beneath him. His weight pinned her down, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Round two," Nova rumbled, lips curving against hers. "Hope you're ready, Rockstar."
And this time, there'd be no mercy.
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A few hours later, the room was thick with heat and the heady scent of sweat and sex. Jiro was moaning shamelessly beneath Nova, her voice loud and raw as he pounded into her with deep, ruthless thrusts that made the bed slam against the wall with every stroke. Her entire body was trembling, her legs spread wide, back arched as he speared her pussy over and over, relentless and merciless.
"F-fuck, Nova…!" she cried out, her nails dragging down his back, leaving angry red marks. Each thrust hit so deep it knocked the breath out of her lungs, her body on fire, aching in the best possible way.
Suddenly, a distant sound — the unmistakable clatter of a door opening downstairs. Jiro's eyes flew wide open, panic cutting through the haze of pleasure. "Ah, shit! T-that's my parents! Nova — stop! Fucking stop, you bastard, I told you—"
Nova just grinned, his expression dark and hungry. He slammed into her again, harder, making her scream. "Just a few more seconds," he growled, his voice low and ragged with need. "I'm right fucking there."
"You absolute merciless bastard…!" Jiro moaned, pleasure blurring the edges of her anger as her climax threatened to overwhelm her. "I wish… ah… I wish both our bodies got too fucking sensitive to handle this…"
Nova's grin widened. He brought his palm down hard on her already reddened ass with a sharp crack, making her jolt and cry out. Without hesitation, he snapped his fingers.
Instantly, a shock of white-hot sensation surged through them both. Every thrust, every brush of skin, every gasp of breath felt like an electric current. Jiro screamed, her body convulsing as her pussy clenched down around him, her climax slamming into her like a freight train.
"Fuck—!" Nova groaned through gritted teeth, hips jerking erratically as the overwhelming pleasure ripped through him. He drove deep, burying himself to the hilt, and with a guttural growl, he came hard, filling her to the brim.
Even trembling and wrecked by pleasure, Jiro managed to pant out between ragged breaths, "I wish… all evidence of your horny ass being here disappears… the air cleaned… and you vanish before they come up…"
Still catching his breath, Nova chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss her hard, tongue claiming her mouth one last time. "Message me when you're free, Rockstar," he murmured against her lips.
With one final slap to her ass, he pulled out, still half-hard and glistening, then snapped his fingers. In an instant, every trace of their debauchery vanished — the air fresh, the sheets clean, the floor cleared.
Jiro lay there for a moment, still panting, her body aching in the best ways. She slowly sat up, looking around, making sure nothing was left.
Then she glanced toward the floor and scowled. "That bastard took my favorite panties," she muttered under her breath — though a satisfied, breathless smirk curved her lips.
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