Stealing Spree

Chapter 2742: Higashina Hanabi (1) *

I leaned down, caging her beneath me with my forearms on either side of her head. Hanabi held her breath the moment my weight settled over her, the hard length of me sliding along her folds with nothing left to separate us. Her eyes went huge, pupils blown wide, lips parted on this tiny, shaky exhale that made my chest ache in the best way.

“Babe...” She whispered, voice cracking like she still couldn’t believe this was real. Her thighs trembled around my hips, trying to pull me closer and push me away at the same time. “We... we really shouldn’t... the others are just downstairs...”

Her words said one thing. Her hips said another. She rolled them up instinctively, chasing the pressure, letting the tip slip just barely inside her folds before she froze again, eyes squeezing shut like she couldn’t believe she’d done that.

“I know. They left us alone on purpose,” I murmured, brushing my nose along hers. “Akane and Nao know exactly what’s going to happen here. Azusa too. They’re giving you this moment, goofball. Besides... you’re already soaking my cock. Pretty sure your body has made up its mind.”

Hanabi’s cheeks burned even hotter as her voice melted into something softer and needier.

Moments later, she made this mortified little sound and slapped a hand over her face to cover it. “Don’t say it like that! It’s embarrassing...”

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” I kissed the corner of her mouth, then the tip of her nose, then that adorable little spot between her brows.

“Tell me to stop and I will. I’ll tuck myself back in my boxers, and we’ll go downstairs to join them for breakfast.”

She peeked at me through her fingers, big eyes glassy and uncertain. Her chest rose and fell in shallow puffs, nipples hard little points under that loose tank top. The way she bit her lip, the way her thighs flexed around me; she was fighting herself so hard it was almost painful to watch.

Right. And that’s the same for me, I don’t think I can hold back anymore, seeing her like this. Even Azusa’s ‘help’ just minutes ago failed to stave off my desire for this girl.

Hanabi stared at me, perhaps trying to read my intention. And after seeing that there wasn’t any sort of struggle playing in my eyes, she breathed quietly as she whispered, “R-really? You’re going to do that?”

“Mhm. I told you. I may be a huge pervert but I won’t ever force any of you to do things you’re uncomfortable with. There’s no joy in it. And my promise to take care of you will be broken if I do that.”

Just a year ago, I was not this vocal during this kind of situation. Regardless of my intention not to force anyone, my usual silence and cold demeanor were definitely interpreted differently by other girls. And that led me to believe that I was such an unforgivable bastard.

Well, I still am considering that I stole them from their relationships with other boys or men.

But during all those intimate moments, I’d always be perceptive enough to ensure that they’re comfortable before continuing. After all, making them surrender to the pleasure I’m giving them fulfilled my twisted desire of stealing them from their loved ones.

Hanabi pressed her lips together as she reached for my face. Cupping my cheek within her palm, the girl stared straight into my eyes like she was searching for even the tiniest hint of hesitation.

Her thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, trembling just a little before putting on a wry smile.

“...I don’t want you to stop,” She whispered, so soft I almost missed it over the thud of my own heartbeat. “I’m just... scared I’ll be bad at it. That I’ll disappoint you or... or it’ll hurt because it’s my first time and I’ll ruin everything.”

The honesty in her voice cracked something open in my chest. She’s so precious. Well, all of them are. And it’s only normal to think like this.

That’s why... it’s all up to me to make them comfortable. I’m the one with the experience. And I am the one who’ll deliver them the pain from being torn open and filled up.

I turned my head to kiss the center of her palm and then the back of her hand before looping it to my nape, “You could never disappoint me, Hanabi. And if it hurts a lot, we stop. No questions. The last thing I want to see is you crying from too much pain. We can slowly figure it out in the future. Whenever the opportunity arises.”

As I ended that with a playful smirk to lighten the tension a bit, Hanabi’s eyes glistened slightly before she let out a sweet giggle.

Looks like it was effective.

Then, she gave the tiniest nod, thighs tightening around my hips like she was bracing herself.

“...Okay,” She breathed. “I trust you, babe.”

Those three words hit harder than anything else she could’ve said. And with that, I leaned down and kissed her properly.

I started slow and deep to pour every ounce of reassurance I had into it until she melted beneath me, fingers threading through my hair.

When I pulled back, her lips were swollen and her eyes were sparkling and hazy with desire and affection instead of fear.

I reached between us. One hand guided my cock, sliding the head up and down her slit until she was shaking, coating me more in her wetness. Every little pass over her clit made her body jolt and her thighs clamped tighter around my hips.

The head nudged gently, parting her folds, and Hanabi sucked in a sharp little breath, hips jerking on instinct.

“Relax, babe,” I murmured as I coddled her with another kiss, “Breathe with me.”

She nodded shakily, forcing a slow exhale as I pressed forward.

When the tip slipped inside, Hanabi broke the kiss with a gasp that sounded like it was punched out of her.

I froze from that and whispered. “Talk to me.”

“It’s... a lot,” Hanabi answered, her brows curling as she endured the pain, “Stings a little. But... I think I can take it.”

I kissed her again, softer this time, swallowing the tiny whimper she let out when I eased forward another inch. She was impossibly tight, fluttering around me like her body couldn’t decide whether to pull me in or push me out.

With that, I stayed perfectly still to let her adjust, watching her face like it was the only thing in the world. I trailed kisses down her jaw, her throat, the spot just below her ear that always made her shiver.

Her walls fluttered around the head, so tight and hot that it took everything not to thrust in all at once.

“Breathe again, babe.” I reminded her gently, feeling her slowly start to unclench. “I’ve got you.”

She nodded jerkily, fingers digging harder on my scalp. Her hips gave the tiniest roll, taking me maybe another inch, and the soft, broken moan she let out went straight to my spine.

Then, another slow push, and another, until I felt the resistance. Thin and fragile, as if it was already about to be torn off as she tried to suck me inside her.

I paused again, forehead pressed to hers, both of us breathing the same air.

“Look at me,” I said quietly.

And she did. Her big, glassy eyes locked on mine while her lips trembled.

“I love you,” I told her, meaning every syllable of it. “No matter what happens next, I’ve got you, alright?”

A single tear slipped down her cheek into her hair. She nodded once and put on her most beautiful smile.

“Then... do it, babe.”

I kissed her hard as I pushed through in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

The sensation was too much. It was too tight but the way she seemed to open up for me, taking me to her deepest part, was something I’d never get used to, no matter how many times I claimed a girl for the first time.

Hanabi cried out into my mouth. It was sharp, startled and muffled all at once. Her whole body went rigid as she almost pulled the roots of my hair. I swallowed every sound, staying perfectly still, buried to the root, letting her walls flutter and squeeze around me in panicked little pulses while I kissed away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

When I finally pulled back just enough to see her face, her lips were trembling, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes glassy and wide.

“Breathe, goofball,” I whispered, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. “I’m not moving until you tell me to.”

She nodded jerkily, sucking in a shaky breath that sounded more like a sob. Her hips gave the tiniest roll, testing it. The soft whine that slipped out afterward was half pain and half wonder.