A/n: This chapter contains detailed descriptions of an intimate scene. If the reader is underage, please know that you've been warned and you can skip the last few paragraphs of this chapter.

| Don't Delete The Kisses ~ Wolf Alice |

"You call this a small party?"

My eyes are wide open as I stand in the doorway of Maki-san's apartment. Maki-san's apartment!

There are too many people. Pop music is blasting from the speakers somewhere in the living area and rows of liquor and differently shaped glasses rest on the kitchen counter. There are quite a few people I don't know. One of them is topless, ripped, and sipping red wine from a tall, round-bottomed glass. What a vibe!

"Hey, it's the pretty ballerina!" Panda-san notices me and comes forward for a hug. He smells like an overdose of Axe body spray as he squishes me into his broad chest.

Toge-san waves at me. He has a can of beer in his hand, his turtleneck rolled down, and... oh! On the sides of his lips are tattoos. Lines that end in circles and within each circle is another solid, black circle. Yakuza?

Panda-san pulls away and I smile at him. "So, what can I get you? Beer, wine, rum, whiskey, or maybe a cocktail?"

"I'm fine, thanks," I say, looking over at Mai senpai. I don't want to risk annoying her.

"Don't worry about Mai," Maki-san squeezes my arm. "She's not drinking but she's stratosphere high."

I look at Mai senpai a little longer to try to discern if she's actually inebriated. When I see the big bag of Doritos in her hand, I feel relieved. "Maybe a Cosmo?" I tell Maki-san.

I've only ever had a beer with my father before, on the day I got my acceptance letter from the Uni. But I have seen my mother sipping a Cosmo from time to time and I've always been curious.

When Maki-san brings me a triangular glass filled with this reddish liquor, I feel a sinking in the pit of my belly. I have only been away from home for two weeks and I have already broken the two rules set by my mother. No sex. No alcohol.

Well, she did say, "no boys," when she actually meant, "no sex." And, there have been no boys.

"What's the celebration?" I ask Maki-san as she sips a brown liquor from her glass. It's either rum or whiskey. I've seen my father drink for years but I can never tell the difference.

"Oh, it's not a celebration." She shrugs. "I just wanted to share a drink with some people."

We sit down on a mattress and before I know it, my Cosmo is over. Maki-san has her legs over mine, her hands resting on my lap and I can smell her breath. I'm already pretty buzzy.

"I was really hoping you'd call me or look for me, you know," she's whispering into my ear. The music is too loud to have a conversation any other way.

"I thought you didn't wanna see me anymore."

She chuckles. "Even after I explicitly said that I wanted to see you the next day?"

"Well... I..."

"You thought I say that to every girl?"

I nod.

"No, I don't." She grabs my chin and kisses me shamelessly.

I get the pinprick feeling of somebody staring at me and look up to momentarily meet eyes with Mai senpai before she looks away.

Somebody lowers the volume of the music just in time for me to hear footsteps approaching the apartment. Yuuji-san and Megumi-san are here, back from the former's volleyball practice, and with them...

"Wait! That's Ieiri sensei." I look behind Maki-san, searching for places to hide myself or at least, my face.

"Oh, she's in one of my classes." Before I know it, I've been caught.

My lip slips between my teeth as I turn to Ieiri sensei. I fold my legs under my thighs and bow to her. "Good evening, Sensei," I greet her and she only nods at me.

"Ah!" The white-haired man beside her looks amused. His striking blue eyes could pierce into my soul. "You are what made Maki finish the mission off early."

Mission? Yakuza?

Yuuji-san leaps to my side. "Niji-chan, this is Gojo-san, my coach. And this is Nanamin. And this is Utahime sensei, my Japanese lit professor." He moves his finger from the white-haired man to a blonde man in a suit with glasses and then to a woman in a traditional Miko outfit with a scar on her face.

I do a triple bow but my brain reels. There are just way too many things pointing at this group of people being a criminal gang. The week-long disappearance, the face tattoos, the mission. Wait, are they trying to recruit me?

Maki-san pulls me to herself. "Are you okay?"

"Why are the professors here?" I ask her as Yuuji-san excuses himself.

"They all live in this building," she says, looking away. "I was only being polite."

"And... umm... do you mind if I ask you where you were for the last week? Megumi-san said... you had some errands to run for Gojo-san?"

Maki-san smirks at me. "Look at you being all curious. Should I make you another drink?"

"If you don't wanna disclose, just say so. I wouldn't press. Deflecting the topic just makes it sound even more like you're part of the yakuza or something."

"Wait! What?" She presses her lips together, swallowing another fit of a giggle. "You think I'm part of the mafia?"

"Well..." I try to articulate it with my hands because putting it in words would make me seem judgemental as hell. "Missions, errands... all that."

"God, you're so cute. I could eat you up right now. Like ice cream." She whispers the last part, her breath hot over my ear.

I could melt. Like the ice cream.

"So, Gojo and I know each other because he tracked me and Mai down when he came across Megumi," Maki-san starts to explain. She plops her hand over her knee and I'm all ears. "To find out if he has any living family members, I believe. The Zenin family wanted to take Megumi in but Gojo has always been against it because... well, the elders in our clan are abusive as hell. Think of the Zenins as a very religious cult, minus the God aspect. That's the reason I left home when I was a teenager. I made an acquaintance with Gojo after that, mostly because I didn't want to be completely alone in the outside world. I guess I kinda came under the shitnerd's wing. So, I do stuff for him from time to time. And invite him to parties and make sure he doesn't run out of eye drops. Like this time, I went to Miyagi to run his cousin's shop for a week because that dude was down with a fever. Just... things like that. No yakuza stuff. Okay, baby?"

I feel so stupid. I place my empty glass on the mattress and hide my face with my hand. "Oh good God, I'm so sorry. I feel absolutely shitty for saying all that."

"Baby, it's fine." Maki-san takes my hand off my face and kisses the knuckles. God, she's so charming. "I'm glad you're talking. Should I make you another drink?"

I nod. "Sure, thanks."

"Do you want anything else? Chips, Doritos, candies? We also have chocolate cake, I think."

"A slice of chocolate cake would be great," I tell Maki-san. I shouldn't be indulging my cravings like that, but...

She gets me another glass of Cosmo and a big slice of cake that I take small bites from for the rest of the evening. It's impossible to resist sharing it with Maki-san when she looks at me and then at the cake and then back at me with beady puppy eyes. Panda-san offers to make me a real cocktail with rum or whiskey, but I turn him down. I bum some cigarettes off Megumi-san and Mai senpai looks at me funny.

Everyone comes together once adequately high or drunk and we play Truth Or Dare, the infallible party game when there's someone new in the mix. The adults leave mid-party, except for Gojo-san, who seems to enjoy the company of the younger lot. I get to know the names of the new faces that I'm sure I'll forget when I'm sober. Miwa-san, Momo-san, Todo-san, and...

When the bottle spins and lands between me and Mai senpai, she says - without asking which one I wanted to go for - "I dare you to come back to the hostel tonight. I bet you can't."

"What?" I giggle nervously.

"You're gonna stay over, aren't you?" She asks. Attacks.

"Umm... I never said anything... like that."

She scoffs. "Please! The way you two have been all over each other for the whole evening, you really think you're gonna go home without a good fucking?"

"Jesus!" Momo-san whispers. "That's not a very cute thing to say, Mai."

The music has been turned off and everyone's words can be heard crystal clear. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Mai!" At least Maki-san sounds level-headed. "If you can't hold your weed, you should just stop smoking up."

"I'm trying to help you out, dickface," Mai senpai says and looks at me. "Give me your ID."

I look at her questioningly. Is she confiscating it? Am I in trouble?

"Give me your ID, nerd. I'll punch it in for you. The warden wouldn't question it if it's me doing it. You can take it from me tomorrow."

It's past nine when everyone leaves. I watch from the apartment's doorway as Mai senpai enters the elevator, the lanyard of my ID card swinging from her pocket.

"Who would have thought my sister would be so useful?" Maki-san's lips curl into a devilish smirk and butterflies spawn in my belly. She pushes the door shut behind me and holds me against it. I feel the flat of her pelvis against the fat of my belly.

Her face is so close. And then it's not.

She's holding my chin up and kissing down my throat, dragging every kiss over several seconds, laving her tongue over my skin.

She kisses my collarbone, and her hands fly under my t-shirt. I can feel her rough hands on my bare skin, traveling up my tummy to my bra. Her thumb dips into a cup and brushes over my nipple, lighting a fire in my blood.

Maki-san pulls herself away and looks at me. Shit! I realize I'm wearing the most basic t-shirt and black jeans and possibly look like a raccoon without any makeup on. Maki-san has only seen me either in form-fitting gym attire, my ballet costume, or an evening dress. This must be a downgrade to her. And yet...

"God, you're gorgeous," she says, "would you like to go to the bedroom?"

I nod and she takes my hand to lead me there.

"Is today the day that I see you naked?" It's the alcohol making me talk.

Maki-san has me pinned under her on her bed, our lips refusing to leave each other, my fingers in her hair, her hand on my boob, and one leg between both of mine, her knee pressing into the give of my thigh. I have no recollection of when my clothes were taken off but she's still fully dressed. I take a moment's respite between kisses to speak and she laughs.

"Actually, there's something I wanted to try," she says, tracing patterns on my belly with her fingernails. "If you're okay with it, of course."

"What is it, Maki-san?" Do I sound too eager?

"Have you... umm..." For the first time since I met her, she seems nervous. In the dim light of her bedside lamp, I can see her eyebrows scrunched as she juggles her thoughts. "Have you ever been in a BDSM relationship with anybody?"

Okay, I wasn't expecting her to say that.

"No," I say nervously.

"Do you think... we can be in a relationship like that?"

If my jaws hadn't hit the foot of the bed yet, they surely have now.

I don't know what to say. But I settle for, "maybe."

"Do you know what I'm talking about?" she asks, sitting up on the bed. I sit up too and nod. Of course, I know! I read and watched the Fifty Shades series when I was fifteen.

"There's a little more to it than Fifty Shades of Grey though." Maki-san chuckles. "Especially since we're both... girls."

I know that too. I've also read enough lesbian smut literature in high school.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask. I want to sound confident. Like I know what I'm talking about even if I've never participated in any of this.

"Are you sure?" Maki-san asks me again, her hand brushing my wrist only slightly.

"Yes," I say, looking into her eyes. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's not.

"This requires a lot of prior discussions. Are you sure you want to do this tonight?"

Does she want me to say no?

"It's not that I want you to say no." She reads my mind. "Unless you want to say no. I just want you to be sure before you agree."

I can't deny my curiosity. "We can do something basic. Beginner level. Is that okay?"

"Of course, baby." Maki-san bends forward and kisses my forehead.

My heart sinks like a punctured boat as she leaves the bed and goes over to her wardrobe. I pull my knees to my chest, accidentally brushing the nipple Maki-san had just suckled, and my breath hitches.

"Umm..." She hesitates again as she turns to me. "Is it okay if I tie your hands up?"

I feel the heat on the skin of my face and chest. "With... handcuffs?"

"No, with this." She holds up a long piece of cloth in two hands. It looks soft, like a scarf. That doesn't look as intimidating as I thought this would be.

"Yes, it's perfect," I say.

Maki-san comes back to bed as I lie down. I produce my hands to her. "Good girl," she whispers, surrounding my wrists with the cloth, pulling it through the middle, and tying it in a tight knot.

"Does it hurt?" She asks, pushing a thumb between the fabric and my skin. She sounds so sweet, so concerned. This is nothing like the Maki-san who wanted to go to my room the first morning we met.

I shake my head and before I know it, she lifts my wrists over my head and ties the extra fabric somewhere in the bed frame. She hovers her face over mine for a second before giving me a sweet, sweet kiss. It makes me want to stay here forever, tied to her bed frame, a slave to her beauty.

Maki-san gets off her bed again. She takes off her glasses and places them on the bedside. She pulls her t-shirt over her head.

My eyes rove down her body as she unzips her jeans and drops them to her ankles. Stepping out of the pooled fabric, she stands in front of me until I look back up at her face.

I still don't know how she got her scars and I don't think it's appropriate to ask. But it must have been an astonishing accident. Her scars spread from her abdomen and cover her chest, arms, neck, and face. But below her waist, her skin is uninjured.

"Like what you see?" She asks.

I nod before she gives me a coy smile and removes her bra and underwear. She's gorgeous. Her arms and shoulders bulge in all the right places and her abs and obliques are defined to a tee. A deep indention slopes down from her hips, meeting at the pelvis. It leads down to her slender thighs and the sight of the darker area between them makes my mouth water.

I've always wanted to do to a woman what Maki-san did to me last Friday and to think there's a possibility that I could do that to someone as perfect as her... I'm dying trying to contain how needy I am for her body.

Maki-san gets back on the bed and sort of crawls between my legs. Her hand curls around my thigh as she pulls even closer to me. Our naked bodies brush against each other, her nipples like little buttons on my chest. I want to touch her and feel the difference between her scarred and unscarred skin. If that's okay with her, of course.

I moan into her mouth as she kisses me and her hands find their way to my chest, squeezing the flesh and tweaking my nipples. She loves to do this.

She drags her mouth away, steaming my skin with her warm breath as she trails just the tip of her lips along my neck and over my collarbone, cleavage, abdomen, and belly button. She finds my outer lips and... does nothing. For a while.

It somehow arouses me even more, the anticipation of what she might do.

"You're so wet," she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes.

"What do you expect after teasing me for so long?"

Maki-san chuckles. "I guess I've been too cruel," she says before peppering the inside of my thigh with kisses. Her lips find mine and her tongue swirls out at my clitoris.

She draws circles at my center with her tongue, laps upward to my clit, and takes it between her lips, making me cry out. We had to adjust positions a few times last Friday but today, she needs none of my guidance. It took me longer to understand how to make myself come when I first started. Maki-san seems to already know me.

"May I?" She asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. Her fingertips are probing at my vagina.

"Yes," I think I say, whimpering.

I feel her finger slide inside and cramp up a little. Not by choice.

"Ease up, baby." She places a smooch on the wet knob of my nerves, sending a delightful shiver up my spine. And I immediately open up for her, letting her finger in.

"Maki-san..." I hear myself call her name out in a slow, quiet cry as she adds another finger. Her mouth still works on my clit.

I find my hands thrashing against the bed frame, trying to escape the bind. I want to touch her so badly, pull her hair - didn't she say she loved it? - or claw at the bedsheets at least.

I look down at her but our eyes don't meet. She's focused on my sex, her head moving to the rhythm of her tongue lapping at me. I could look at this forever.

She sits up just when I'm feeling dangerously close to an orgasm. Her mouth and fingers leave me too. "Don't come just yet, baby." She smirks. "Let's do that together."

Maki-san grips my thighs again and scoots closer. The fingers on both her hands are wet. She must have been touching herself too.

"Have you done this before?" She asks. I know what she's talking about.

I find myself biting my lower lip. In embarrassment, in the agony of waiting, in the anticipation of touching all bases with Maki-san. I shake my head.

"Do you want to do this?" How is her voice still steady? How is she still so level-headed when she has made my mind go awry?

"Yes, please."

She smirks again. "Only because you're so polite, my well-behaved baby."

Maki-san urges my legs open wider. She straddles one of my thighs, dragging her wet sex along my already sensitive skin until it touches mine. She brushes her thumb over my swollen clitoris and holds it there, like a guide to where and how she wants to place herself.

I watch her as she lowers her hips and her swollen clitoris touches mine. I close my eyes and breathe out as she starts moving her hips, deliciously rubbing our sexes together. My breathing quickens before I know it and I'm close to orgasming again.

A strong hand on my hip turns me to my side, pulling my leg around Maki-san's waist. "Move your hips for me, baby," she tells me, hovering over me. Her breathing is altered too.

"Yes, Maki-san." I'll obey every word that slips out of these pretty, pretty lips.

I sway my hips to her rhythm, my eyes open now and staring into hers. Both our mouths are hanging open, panting, heaving. Only her exhale can give me oxygen.

She kisses me and groans into my mouth, sending new vibrations along my body.

Suddenly my hands are free from the bed frame. The scarf still ties them together but they're now around Maki-san's neck.

I slip my fingers into her hair and her pace quickens. Her mouth slips from my lips to my neck and she sinks her teeth into my skin, making me cry out.

"Come for me, baby," she whispers. "Come for me."

I do. My hips and legs jolt against Maki-san's body and I'm moaning, crying, raking my fingernails into her scalp. She moans too, whispering, "baby," over and over until we both descend from the highs of our climax.

We stay like that for a while, bodies pressed against each other.

Maki-san reaches behind her neck and pulls the satin scarf loose. She rolls off my body to my side and lies on her back, her breath slowing gradually.

The alcohol left my system long ago. But as I stare at her, with her eyes closed and chest rising and falling with every breath, I feel brave again. "There's something I'd like to try too," I say.

"What is it, Niji?" She turns to me. She sounds eager.

"A date."

Who here knew Maki was a top as soon as she appeared in the anime? I know I did. Baby Niji is going to have the time of her life trying to keep up with her sexual hunger.

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