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Homura shrugged the deep red blouse off her shoulders, dropping it near the pile of the rest of her discarded clothes. Reaching for her bag, she got dressed into a simple black lace bra, and matching underwear. She was going to wear pink, but she knew that Hyoga preferred black.

“Ready.” She called out, going to lay on the hotel’s double bed, arms above her head to show her friend her figure. She and Hyoga had decided to take a week-long break away. Nowhere nice, in specific, just a break. Although everyone knew that the two of them were friends-with-benefits, Hyoga and Homura tended to take some time away occasionally so they could be more open with their endeavours. Usually, it resulted in them going to the bar and fucking in a cheap motel room, drunk off their asses.

Hyoga exited the bathroom, still in his day clothes, but with the sleeves rolled up. “That’s a sight.” he noted, leaning against the wall, “If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say you enjoy dressing yourself up like a whore for me.”

Homura weakly gave him a nod, “Horny.”

“Already?” Hyoga chided, leaning over to run his finger over Homura’s entrance through her underwear, making the pink haired woman shiver with anticipation.

“Want to be fucked?” Hyoga asked, applying pressure to Homura’s clit, rubbing small circles, “Want me to have my way with your body?”

“Please.” She whined, her hips moving with Hyoga’s finger on their own accord.

“Of course you would, slut.” he chuckled, removing his hand from between Homura’s thighs. She whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, trying to rub her thighs together. “Desperate bitch.” Hyoga remarked. “Colour?”

“Green.” Homura said in a breathy moan, eager, “Please, Hyoga.”

“Please what?” he grinned, the scars around his mouth stretching, “Use your words, whore.” Hyoga teased, raising his hand to play with one of Homura’s nipples.

Homura whined, “Please touch...Use me...Degrade...I’m your toy.”

“Good girl.” he said in a low voice, almost whispering, kneading her breast. Reaching for their toy bag, Hyoga removed rope, and a bullet vibrator. Both items he knew would get Homura excited. He tied her hands together to the bed frame, and her feet to the bedposts, allowing him full view of her clothed pussy. “How many times do you want to cum tonight?”

“A-As many times as you want me to.” Homura answered, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter. God, she just wanted him to fuck her!

The spearman flashed her a sinister smile, “That's good. Depending on how you’ll behave, I might let you cum.”

Hyoga turned the bullet vibrator onto its lowest setting, teasing Homura by hovering over her clit with the toy. She tried moving her hips closer to the toy, but Hyoga took it away. “Desperate today, aren’t we?” Homura gave him a nod.

Hyoga placed the vibrator on Homura’s clit, being sure to rub it into her through her underwear. Homura’s legs fought against their restraints, her hips moving with Hyoga’s rubbing. He then turned the device’s vibrations up, slipping it into Homura’s underwear to tease her as he undid the restraints on her legs. As soon as Homura could move her legs, she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to make the vibrations stronger.

Hyoga forced her legs apart, holding them in place firmly, “Stop moving, bitch.” This earned Hyoga a whimper from Homura, “Needy.”

Homura whined as Hyoga’s strong hands held her spread thighs in place. She loved it when he manhandled her. Too often, she returned from their escapades with hand shaped bruises all over her thighs and ass. Her roommate, Kohaku, quickly learnt that she should stop asking questions about them.

“Hyoga~” Homura moaned, “Please.”

“Not yet, whore.” he said, unbuckling his jeans. Thank god, Hyoga was about to explode there and then.

For a while longer, Hyoga kept teasing his friend, turning the vibrator onto different settings, taking it away completely, fingering her to stretch her out. All the while, his cock was threatening to tear his underwear for freedom.

Homura moaned particularly loudly, the sound going directly to Hyoga’s dick, “I think you’ve been teased enough.” he mumbled, finally removing his underwear, revealing his rock hard cock.

It was times like these when Hyoga was forever grateful that Homura was on birth control, as he spent no time pushing his cock inside her soaked pussy.

Homura’s pleas could be heard from anyone outside the room. Their fault, shouldn’t be listening.

Hyoga knew Homura needed her clit to be played with during penatrative sex, otherwise she couldnt cum. But he still thrust into her at an inhuman pace, Homura’s moans and whines getting louder. “Clit! Please!” she moaned.

Hyoga gave Homura a firm slap to her thigh, “Stop being such a needy slut. I don’t want you to cum yet.” he cruelly said, thrusting into her harder, holding his promise of using her like a toy.

Nearing his own orgasm, Hyoga got the bullet vibrator, and set it to its lowest setting again. He placed it on Homura’s clit, “If you want to cum, better beg for it, whore.”

The gymnast groaned, her back arching in a futile attempt to feel the vibrations better. “Please Hyoga.” she moaned, “Please, I'll be your good little slut all weekend, I promise.” she whined, pulling on her restraints.

Satisfied, Hyoga turned the vibrations higher, to the maximum. This made Homura squirm, he knew she loved it when he upped the vibrations suddenly like that. Continuing to thrust into her, Homura came, moaning loudly as she did. Shortly afterwards, Hyoga came inside her. Their breaths slowly calmed as the afterglow set in.

Hyoga pulled himself out of Homura’s pussy, both of them wincing at the sudden movements. Undoing the restraints, Hyoga gave Homura a gentle smile. “You okay?”

Nodding, Homura gave a smile back, “Good start to the weekend.”

The spearman helped Homura get up to clean herself off, “Once I’m clean, get ready for round two. Can‘t wait to ride you within an inch of your life.” she smiled, wobbling over to the bathroom.

Thank god she's on birth control…, Hyoga thought, his face warming up at the suggestion Homura offered.