REQUESTED BY: LovetoshipFuyupeko

A/N: Enjoy some spicy time with everyone's favorite soldier!

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Your back hit the wall, your eyelashes fluttering as a breath was knocked from your chest. Your assailant pressed against you, her blade to your throat. It seemed that you'd be getting no rest tonight, if the screaming outside was anything to go by.

Mukuro pressed further against you as a crowd of students ran by, shouting in rage. The mob looked positively deranged from your vantage point, their faces twisted and pinched in a deep darkness that sent a chill down your spine.

Once the noise faded, she loosened her grip on you. Her face was still impassive, but you could detect a hint of longing in her eyes even as she turned away.

"We need to get going," she uttered quietly, grabbing your hand. "Come. While they're still distracted."

You nodded, wordlessly following as she ran across the lawn, the night air surprisingly warm against your cheek. Your hair, pinned back and hidden under a dark hoodie, bobbed with every jogging step you made.

You could still smell the smoke and see the fire rising from the buildings, and it made tears blur your vision. You held back, though. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand and finally came to a slow stop inside a hidden underground stairwell.

When you rounded a corner in the walkway, Mukuro suddenly stopped and pulled you in. She pinned you to the wall again, her eyes darkened with arousal.

"We have exactly thirty minutes before Junko comes back," she explained in a low voice, "and I want you."

The implications of her statement weren't lost on you; you knew it was only a matter of time before she and Junko would barricade themselves in with Class 78, and there was a great chance that your lover wouldn't make it.

Nodding your consent, you lifted the hoodie off your shoulders to reveal your tank top and shorts (the event had happened while you were still recovering from illness in the dorms). Your shirt was pulled up, letting your boobs bounce free, and Mukuro was on you in an instant.

She licked at your chest, pressing chaste kisses on her way down your sternum until she reached your navel. She pulled away, her eyes softening at your familiar form, before gently hooking her hand under your knees and supporting your back, hoisting you up in her arms.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she carried you away to a spare room, where she shut and locked the door behind you both.

You settled atop a desk, shoving its contents away (and being mindful of the computer on one side), pausing to tug your shorts and panties down and kicking them away.

She settled between your legs, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for a harried kiss. Her tongue wasted no time poking at your teeth, and once you let her in she deepened it. Your hands found themselves tangled in her hair and you whimpered in delight as one of her hands found their way to the small of your back, pressing you flush against her.

The soft material of the uniform skirt pressed against you, catching some of your dampness. When she pulled away, she huffed a quiet laugh at the slight darkening of the fabric.

"It seems you've been craving this too..." she smiled at you, her cold hand pressing against your warm cheek. "And to think, not even a day after we last did it."

"Well, y'know what they say, in the face of danger and all that." You giggled in return, pulling down her panties. You popped your fingers in your mouth, coating them in saliva for a moment before reaching down to finger yourself. Your first slipped in with ease, and while you worked on getting the second, Mukuro watched with a hand lazily rubbing circles on her own clit.

After a moment of watching you, the squelching echoing in the empty room, she had enough. She pulled your hand away and replaced it with her own, two fingers easily pushing in and making you throw your head back with a sharp gasp.

"Mu- kuro," you hissed, fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly as she angled her fingers. "Fuuuuck..."

Mukuro chuckled, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I know every spot that makes you see stars," her voice took on a husky tone.

You whimpered loudly when her fingers brushed up against that spongy spot inside you, the friction sending a shock of pleasure straight to your lower stomach.

"Since we don't have the strap, I suppose we'll have to go at it the old-fashioned way," your lover breathed as she removed her fingers, glistening with fluid that strung stubbornly from your legs.

Mukuro eyed her fingers hungrily and popped them into her mouth, moaning as she licked them clean. She made eye-contact with you as she pulled them out of her mouth, grabbing your chin and leaning in to kiss you.

Your essence was all you tasted on her tongue, and you groaned when she ground against you.

Mukuro licked her lips and kicked away her own panties, lifting her skirt out of the way. "I'm going to enjoy this," she purred as she parted your legs.

At first contact with her pussy, you keened deep in your throat. She was wet, just as much as you were, and it caused a pleasurable friction between the two of you. She gripped your thighs and settled herself between your legs. Your legs immediately wrapped around her waist, locking her there, and you clasped your hands together behind her head.

"Fuck me, Kuro-chan," you purred, looking up at her through your lashes.

She smirked, moving her hands to your hips and bringing you two together again. She relished in the sharp intake of breath from you and chuckled, "Oh, I'm planning to."

She rubbed against you teasingly, narrowed eyes watching your every movement. Every writhing move you made, every shuddered gasp, every time you bit your lip -- she wanted it all.

"Ooh," she cooed in your ear, leaning in as her clit rubbed against yours, "can you feel me baby? All of me?"

"I feel so good," you moaned when she pressed a kiss to your nape. "Fuck, Kuro..."

"I love you," she murmured, kissing up your neck as she gyrated her hips faster. "Fuck, (y/n), I love you so damn much."

You gasped loudly, nails digging into her shoulders. She growled at the prickling feeling, biting into your neck in response.

"Stay with me," you begged, tears moistening your eyes as the pleasure kept building. "Fuck-- stay with me,"

She didn't say anything in reply, merely trailing her lips and tongue up to your lips. She kissed you hard, moaning into your mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," she gasped into you.

Without much else in the way of warning, she bucked against you, groaning lowly as she came. With a few rubs of her thumb on your clit, you were coming too, your body trembling against hers.

Slowly, she separated from your mouth, looking down at you with love in her eyes. She leaned down to your pussy and gently licked at the moisture soaking you there, making you jolt. She licked you clean, slowly and methodically, before retrieving your panties and sliding them back up your legs. Your shorts were next, and once your top was tugged back down, she stood back to look at you. You were still flushed, though the redness was fading, and your legs were open, your body weight leaning on both of your hands behind you.

She smiled, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. She held you close, letting you wrap your legs around her waist again. She lifted you off the table and held you there, trailing a hand through your hair.

When you parted, her face twisted into one of sadness. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"Enough to stay with me?" You pleaded, tears pricking your eyes again. "Mukuro..."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. But... but if I don't, I fear that Junko will target you. I don't ever want to see you hurt, (y/n)."

You rested your forehead against her shoulder, your tears dampening the fabric of her jacket.

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A/N: Oopsie, kind of a downer ending, but hey, you got some good sex.

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