[Requested]

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     You and Ryoma spent almost all of your time together, as would be expected from two people who knew each other so well. You'd been friends practically all of your lives, and while the two of you had only recently gotten together as an item and became exclusive, it was as if you had been together forever, as if you'd been made from the start, as cliché as it sounded.

    "Oh, really?" You grinned and raised an eyebrow at Ryoma, who huffed a soft sigh in response.

    "Yes, really," He replied. The two of you were a little tipsy, and Ryoma had just admitted that he had liked you for far longer than he had ever let on.

      "Then did you ever have any strange dreams about me?" You grinned with a booze-induced blush tinted on your cheeks. You wouldn't normally be this bold with Ryoma, however you were under the influence of liquid confidence, so there wasn't much you weren't willing to ask at this point. You wanted answers, and with just enough alcohol in your system, you were prepared to ask for them.

      "If you're on about wet dreams, then yeah," He grunted and took a swig from the tumbler of dark coloured alcohol. His glass had been refilled a fair few times, and as you guessed from his answer, he was feeling particularly bold, too. 

     "Is that all I get to know?" You giggled softly with a small grin, leaning forwards on your elbows, resting on your bed. Your parents were out for the night, so you invited Ryoma around(though your parents had no idea) with the intentions of trying every drink you had saved in your secret selection of alcohol you had managed to keep hidden from your parents.

      "You wanna know?" Ryoma raised an eyebrow and watched as your swirled your (alcohol) around the glass, taking a swig of it for yourself, watching him closely.

     "Well, duh," You grinned happily, considerably warmed by the alcohol pumping through your blood stream.

     "It would be easier if I just showed you," Ryoma said, his voice deep and gruff as per usual, and he reached out to take the glass from your hand, casually slipping it from your grip and placing it on your bedside table along with his own drink.

      His other hand simultaneously reached out and took hold of you by the jaw with a firm grip, pulling your face down until your noses were brushing together ever so gently, and his breath ghosted over your lip tantalisingly, your eyes easily slipping closed as you awaited the sensual caress of his lips on yours.

      It came quick enough, and with a fiery passion you had not expected. His lips were demanding against yours, and since your breath had so easily been taken away, it seemed like it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep up with the intensity of his pace. It became deep and intimate, the taste of the alcohol you had been drinking blending with the mild whiskey lingering on his tongue.

    At the same time, you felt his other hand tracing down the length of your neck before brushing across your shoulder and curling two fingers around the strap of the lilac dress you had worn, since you knew he loved the colour on you so much, and the bra strap underneath. He pulled them both away from your skin before releasing, letting them snap back against your skin and you gasped faintly, but didn't bother all that much.

      His hands released your jaw, and both went down to the hem of your dress, easily lifting it up and pulling it over your head, watching as your hair came loose of whatever tie held it back, falling messily around your face, and he dropped your dress onto the floor as he stood back from the bed to drink in the image, soaking it an, a sight far more intoxicating than even the whiskey on his tongue.

      "Well, isn't that a pretty sight?" Ryoma mumbled gruffly as he admired the dark lacy underwear that fit snuggly against your skin, and if he wasn't already hard and itching to get himself inside of you, he was now. "Was this all planned for me, Y/N?"

       "Not planned, but wanted anyway~" You shrugged with a sinful smile as Ryoma was quickly shedding himself of his leather jacket and shirt, along with dropping his jeans. It wasn't the first time you'd seen him almost naked, you'd seen him fully nude on many occasions, but you could still appreciate the toned muscle on his body and deceptively broad chest.

     He didn't waste long just staring when he knew he could openly do so much more, so he kneeled back onto the bed and ran his hands up the smooth skin of your abdomen, reaching your bra and easily sliding his hands underneath the dark, lacy fabric. His warm hands groped at your skin greedily and he quickly reached around your back for the clasp and unhooked it, letting the garment slide sensually down your shoulders, mostly for his own viewing pleasure, watching your upper half become unveiled.

      Slowly, he trailed his fingers down along your chilled skin, tracing two lines from your collar bones, over the peaks of your breasts, and down your stomach, until he easily hooked his hands into the band of your panties. Soon enough, they were tumbling down your legs to join the small mound of clothes which would be forgotten until the next morning.

      His hands travelled up the soft expanse of your thighs, but avoided the area you most wanted him, though he could clearly see the dripping arousal. He gripped onto your hips, and you were quickly flipped into the desired position, up on your knees, resting down on your elbows.

      "Are you ready for what I'm about to give you, Y/N?~" He asked lustfully, and you heard the last piece of fabric drop to the floor, before he positioned himself behind you and gripped your hips firmly once more.

       "Show me this dream of yours," You giggled breathlessly in return, and you felt his head lightly poking against your entrance for a second, before it nestled it's way in and plunged deep, almost the entirety of his shaft burying deep inside of you in a singular swift motion. His looks were definitely deceiving, since he was particularly well hung, so that his size and length always made you pause and gasp for breath, forcing you to stretch around his generous size.

       However, today, he gave you no such courteous breathing time. True to his own desires, he would take you exactly as he had done in his lewd dreams before. He did not wait, quickly withdrawing, only to push himself deeper, or faster, or harder.

       You were instantly gasping for breath as his pace accelerated rapidly, and the white hot, sensual friction slowly began to overwhelm your senses with the deep intensity of his thrusts.

      "R-Ryoma...!" You whimpered out softly, barely aware of how tight his grip was on you, your own hands balling impossibly tight fists into the bed sheets. Your arms trembled lightly and you let your head fall, face pressed against the mattress as you panted heavily with how Ryoma was ramming himself deeply inside of you.

     "Louder," He grunted, reaching one hand to grasp a handful of your hair, and he gave a light tug on it, making you whimper and arch, pressing yourself back against him as much as he would allow.

      "Ryoma....!" You squeaked when his other hand released your hip only in favour of landing a small, stinging smack to the back of one of your thighs, before he regained his tight grip on you. You weren't sure how he had managed to keep going for so long, but you were impressed. Your own high was approaching and his grunts were becoming drawn out groans, his own release obviously catching up to him.

       "Good girl," He managed to moan out as you climaxed, releasing a high, breathy whine and burying your face in the sheets as the heat and pleasure raced through your system, your legs trembling harshly underneath your tired body.

       Ryoma soon came to his own release, quickly pulling himself out of you, and with a few strokes of his hand down his shaft, he released over your ass and lower back with a satisfied moan.

     Both of your panting became in sync, and Ryoma lazily reached down for his discarded T-Shirt, quickly using it to wipe you clean before it could dry on, before dropping it again. you finally collapsed down onto your side, and surprisingly shyly, he curled up behind you, resting his head against the nape of your neck, so that you could feel his breath faintly brushing over you.

      "Ryoma?" You called sleepily.

     "Yeah, Y/N?" He replied softly, one of his hands stroking down your side and over your hip bone tenderly.

     "Show me your dreams more often,"

       "Sure thing, Y/N."

      He would not have to be told twice.

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