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“And last but not least, what would your ideal boyfriend be like?” the TV show host asks.
Akechi giggles and tucks a stray strand of expertly curled hair behind her ear. She crosses one leg over the other, smoothing the crisp plaits of her skirt over her thighs with her free hand. She looks every bit the part of the demure, innocent Detective Princess as her lips curl into a shy smile.
“I’m not sure what that has to do with the case,” she says with a teasing lilt to her voice.
The live audience laughs, barely feet away from where Akechi is seated with the host. The host laughs along, leaning back into the couch. Next to the prim and proper way that Akechi is sitting, his relaxed posture almost makes him appear to be slouching.
“You caught me,” he says in a conspiratorial tone. “But you know how the audience is. They like every tidbit of information they can get out of the elusive Detective Princess.” The live audience cheers and claps in approval. “You have quite the following, after all.”
Akechi laughs again, her hand moving to cover her mouth as she does.
“You flatter me.”
“Not at all, not at all.”
“Well,” Akechi smiles, “I’m sure it couldn’t hurt to answer one personal question, even if I’m sure that nothing I can say will be remotely as interesting as the rumors make me out to be.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.” The host laughs. “You’re practically an idol.”
“I’m a detective,” Akechi corrects pleasantly. “But I’ll play along. My ideal boyfriend, hm?”
Akechi taps her index finger against her chin three times in rapid succession, a pensive look on her face.
“Yes. A pretty girl like you has scores of men throwing themselves at your feet I’m sure.”
“If they do, I hope it’s because of my skill and intellect, not just my appearance,” Akechi says.
There’s a slight dusting of pink on her cheeks now, gaze slanted downward, slightly off from where the cameras are pointed at her. The pose is a little too studied for her to truly be flustered, but it works. She brushes her hair back behind her ear again, and there are multiple audible coos in the audience.
"I'm sure they do."
“For my part, I think I would look for someone with strong convictions,” she says. “After all, it wouldn’t do if my partner could not hold up a conversation with me, could it?” She gives a coquettish grin, pearly whites flashing in the studio lights. “Of course, he would have to be supportive of my work. And since I am unfortunately so busy all the time, he would need to take care of the cooking and cleaning for me.”
“Oh, so a more modern relationship, then?” the host asks with a genial laugh. “Of course, of course. You are quite the modern woman after all.”
“I’m afraid it comes with the job.”
“I see.” The host tips his head in Akechi’s direction. “Well, Akechi-chan, thank you for doing us the honors of coming onto our show. Unfortunately, we have run out of time for this segment, but as always, it was a pleasure having you.”
Akechi stands up, both hands folded against the front of her skirt, and does a bow towards the cameras and live audience before straightening up with a smile that lights up her entire face.
“Thank you for having me, everyone. I’m looking forward to my next time coming here.”
Ren lets out a whistle between her teeth as the show’s theme starts to play and the cameras pan away from Akechi and the moderator.
It’s not the first time that interviewers have tried to ask Akechi these kinds of questions in one of her interviews relating to the cases she’s working on - psychotic breakdown incidents cases even, which really seem like the kind of topic that would be serious enough to stop TV shows from trying to glean information about Akechi’s love life out of her, but alas.
Most of the time, though, Akechi is more evasive. She has a vested interest in keeping the media out of her private business after all.
Hell, even Ren is being kept at arm’s length when it comes to anything remotely personal about Akechi. Her sexuality and gender Ren knows about for obvious reasons, but everything else? Ren’s heart makes a painful leap in her chest as she thinks back to the pancakes conversation. There are things about Akechi that Ren should be invested in to uncovering that carry more weight than Akechi’s shades of queerness. There are things about Akechi that should make the shades of Akechi’s queerness irrelevant.
Ren leans back on her chair, balancing it precariously on two feet with only her hand as a balancing point on the glass couch table. She runs a hand through her already messy mop of short black curls and thinks about how much Morgana nags at her for still going on dates with Akechi despite the inherent danger of being too close to her. Something something Ren is only going to get hurt. Something something she’s probably a murderer. It’s not like Ren doesn’t know.
The problem - and, one could argue, Ren’s fatal flaw - is that the danger of hanging out with Akechi only makes it all the more worthwhile. After all, Ren is a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
A junkie for the sweetness of Princess Akechi’s presence. Ren snorts to herself.
“You’re going to fall on your ass if you keep doing that,” comes a voice from behind Ren, startling her into nearly losing her balance.
“Woa-woah-” Ren feels the world tilt backwards and uses her supernatural reflexes to grab for the couch. She drives her body weight forward, causing the chair to slam back down on all four feet. Ren exhales, pulse racing. “You nearly gave me a heart attack,” she accuses the girl standing in the living room door.
Goro levels her with an unimpressed glare.
“Case and point,” she says flatly.
The first thing Ren notices, beyond the judgemental stare on Goro’s face, is that her hair is wrapped in a towel above her head. Her skin is still a little damp and rosy from the shower she most certainly just stepped out of. The second thing is that Goro is wearing an oversized band T-shirt with nothing underneath. A shirt that very clearly belongs to Ren, despite their being in Goro’s apartment which - Ren assumes - has more than enough neat little detective shirts for Goro to choose from.
Whether or not Goro is wearing panties remains to be seen.
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“You missed the broadcast for your latest interview,” Ren blurts out in an attempt to save face.
She knows her face is red. Her eyes drag themselves painstakingly up from Goro’s bare legs up to her face, where a smirk has replaced Goro’s scowl, immediately killing all hopes Ren might have had of covering up how flustered Goro’s appearance has made her.
“I don’t really care for seeing myself on TV, you know that,” Goro says.
She still sounds judgemental and the tiniest bit mean, which unfortunately is something that Ren finds extremely hot about her and does nothing to distract her from the gloriousness of post-shower Goro.
Goro uncrosses her arms and takes a few steps into the room while Ren thanks the heavens and one Ann Takamaki for teaching her how not to stare at a girl’s boobs even when they are on very generous display - or, like in this case, braless under a thin cotton shirt that does nothing to hide the peak Goro’s perky nipples. God, it’s only been a couple of days since they last fucked, but Ren can’t really jerk off when Morgana sleeps right on top of her, and Goro is both the hottest and the most dangerous girl that Ren has has the misfortune of laying her eyes upon.
“Yeah but this was an interesting one,” Ren says. Then, because she can’t help herself, she adds, “Also, you look hot in my shirt.”
Goro flushes a pretty pink, like she didn’t expect Ren to compliment her so outright.
“It was lying around in the bathroom when I got out. Whatever,” she grumbles. She heads to the sink of the open kitchen to fill herself a glass of water. “What about it was so interesting?”
Goro may or may not be hiding her face as she drinks, so Ren takes the opportunity that is presented to her and watches her throat bobs as she swallows. With her hair in the towel, Goro’s neck is free for once, and there’s something about seeing the soft curve of her shoulder without the usual honey-brown strands of hair covering it that has Ren’s heart in her throat.
“They asked about your ideal boyfriend.”
Goro puts her glass down with a click.
“Ah.”
“I have some thoughts,” Ren says.
Goro crosses her arms again, but she comes back towards Ren and sits down on the couch, hands folded primly in her lap. There are many things about Goro Akechi that are different in reality compared to her Detective Princess persona, but the way she always sits with her back ramrod straight and her legs crossed is not one of those. Goro sits like a proper lady even in her own home, with only a T-shirt preserving her decency.
“Let’s hear them then,” Goro says mockingly.
Ren smiles. Goro might act haughty and detached, but she can’t fool Ren. Goro is a slut for attention and praise. Whenever Ren has anything to say about her, be it a public appearance or a comment on Goro’s skill at billiards or shooter games, Goro drinks it right up. It’s honestly adorable.
“First of all,” Ren starts, and lets her sentence hang in the air a few seconds for dramatic effect. Just as Goro starts looking impatient, she continues, “-he called you a modern woman. That makes it sound like you’re forty, not seventeen.”
“Tch.” Goro makes a displeased face. “I am a woman. I work with the police, you know that.”
“You’re also a high-schooler,” Ren points out, before remembering that there might be another aspect here that she needs to account for. “A high-school girl, I mean. And a minor. Which I think a lot of the men who ask about your love life just love to forget.”
There’s a twitch in Goro’s jaw. She shrugs her shoulders stiffly, glancing away from Ren. Something about her screams discomfort, suddenly, and Ren wonders if anything about what she said set her off. She knows that Goro aims to be taken seriously and that both her age and gender tend to play against her in that respect. Being called a woman has to be affirming for Goro on both of these accounts. Still, this doesn’t feel like the whole reason for Goro’s unease.
“I’m an adult in every way that counts,” Goro says flatly.
Ren wonders if she’s referring to the mental shutdown cases. If this is yet another sign pointing towards Goro’s guilt in this. Most of the time, Ren tries not to think too hard about the fact that she’s sleeping with their number one suspect for both the framing of the Phantom Thieves and the literal murder of two of her friends’ parents, but those definitely count as things that could lead to Goro considering herself an adult, too.
Not that Goro killing people for the last two years takes away from the knowledge that she is a teenager. Nor does it make it okay that adult men regularly hit on her on TV and in her everyday life.
“You don’t have to be, with me,” Ren says.
Goro startles ever-so-slightly, blinking in Ren’s direction before she seems to catch herself. She puts on a smile that reminds Ren of the way she was looking during the interview - sweet and mischievous and one hundred percent fake.
“Of course, Ren-chan,” she says, voice suddenly chipper. “I’m sorry I tend to forget myself. It’s not often that I’m around girls my age, after all.”
“Hm.” Ren doesn’t sigh, instead choosing to just watch Goro a little longer than what would be comfortable.
Goro squirms in place, letting out an embarrassed giggle.
“Come on now, don’t leave me hanging,” Goro says. “You had thoughts about my interview, I’m sure those didn’t stop just at a comment about whether or not I qualify as a woman, right?”
Ren winces. She really hopes that Goro doesn’t feel like Ren was questioning her gender with her comment.
“No, you’re right.”
Ren clears her throat, before getting up to join Goro on the couch. If Goro would rather be flirted with than talk about whatever it is that’s bothering her, Ren can do that. She crosses her legs, propping her chin on one fist, elbow firmly planted on her thigh. Next to her, Goro still looks like she could be sitting next to the Queen of England. It makes Ren smile.
“Boyfriend, huh?” Ren says, letting the word hang in the air.
Goro lets out another “tch,” lifting her chin up.
“Of course. It’s what’s expected of me, it makes sense. You didn’t expect me to say I like holding your hand on TV, did you?”
Ren smirks.
“Aw, you like holding my hand?”
Immediately, Goro realizes her mistake and flushes beet-red.
“Shut- shut up. You’re infuriating, and you’re misconstruing my point. I’m talking about the societal expectations towards a woman-” She pauses and rolls her eyes while Ren snickers at her in the background, “-or a girl, whatever. Shut up. Stop laughing.” She bats at Ren’s face like she’s looking for an off button, but it only serves to make Ren laugh harder. “Oh my god you are such a child.”
Ren ducks under Goro’s hand, before getting a better idea and grabbing it between both of hers. Goro struggles for a second, attempting to take her hand back, but Ren doesn’t let her. She keeps a firm grip on Goro, and after the first futile attempt, Goro clearly gives up and decides to let Ren hold her hand. Grinning in her victory, Ren laces their fingers together and squeezes Goro’s hand gently.
It’s a good hand - soft, with long fingers and manicured nails. From far away it is the hand of a young girl with good skin care. From close up, though, Ren can see and feel the callouses on her palm; from bouldering, which Ren knows Goro enjoys. Ren has similar calluses on her own hands, which she would blame on gardening or the batting cage if anyone asked her about them.
“Keep going,” Ren says, grinning. “Societal expectations towards women, yes?”
“Well-” Goro flounders, looking at their joined hands, before shaking herself. “Yes. You wouldn’t understand, anyone can look at you and tell you’re a lesbian from a mile away.”
Ren nods sagely.
“I do try very hard to keep it that way.”
“Yes, well, it’s different for me. First of all, people might suspect that I’m not cis if I walked around in boy’s clothes with my hair cut short like you.” Ren hums in understanding. “I have to look feminine or people are going to start asking questions I really don’t need to be dealing with as a public figure. I also work in a male-dominated field in which I can only excel by being perfect in every single way - including my femininity and sexuality.”
“Like Sae-san,” Ren says thoughtfully.
She’s thought about this before, in a vague sort of way. She knows that Goro acts and dresses a certain way to be taken seriously. It’s different, though, when Goro spells it out for her. It makes Ren feel a little silly for making fun of her when their circumstances are so different. While he “looking like a lesbian” has in no way been easy, nobody expects Ren to be perfect. On the contrary - Ren has a record. She’s been the aggressive dyke at Shujin since Day One. In a way, it has given her a freedom that she didn’t have back at home, where she had still been trying to fit in and please her parents.
Goro, on the other hand, is forced to stay deeply in the closet to be successful professionally. Ren brushes her thumb over Goro’s knuckles thoughtfully.
“Yes.” Goro looks a little sad for a moment. “I truly feel pity for Sae-san. To have developed a palace over something that is conditioned not by her own failures but by the obstacles that society has put in her way.”
Ren wonders if Goro is being genuine. She thinks she is - she has gotten better at reading Goro despite all the ways in which Goro is still lying to her, but there’s no way for her to be certain. What Ren does know, though, is that Sae is unlike most of the Palaces the Phantom Thieves have dealt with for exactly the reasons Goro is describing.
“Do you know, or do you think that Sae-san is…” Ren asks, trailing off, “like us?”
“Gay?” Goro raises an eyebrow at Ren. Ren nods. “I don’t know. She might be. I certainly have never seen her express interest over anyone, be it male, female, or otherwise. What I do know is that she is lonely. She doesn’t have the time to be anything else.”
What about you? Ren wants to ask. Are you lonely?
She bites her tongue. It’s not something Goro would want to hear, and Ren doesn’t think that Goro would give her a truthful answer either. So she holds Goro’s hand tightly, and thinks about kissing her.
“We’ll help her,” Ren swears. She swallows, thinking of the lies she too needs to present to Goro to keep up their charade. “I know that you’re the one that basically forced our hand to steal Sae-san’s heart, but I want to help her for her own sake too. Makoto and you as well.”
“And to stay out of jail, I hope,” Goro adds.
“Well, that too.”
Ren winks at Goro, who huffs out a laugh.
“I’m glad,” Goro says, smiling.”I would have regretted it if you were entirely opposed to working with me on this case.”
“Yes, that would have made things awkward between us, wouldn’t it?”
They look at each other, and something of an understanding passes between them. Ren knows that Goro knew she was the leader of the Phantom Thieves long before she confronted them about it. Ren also knows that Goro knew about the Metaverse before the day at the TV station where Goro so brazenly gave her her phone number. Neither of these things stopped Goro from coming back up to Leblanc’s attic after their trip to the bathhouse and letting Ren fuck her silly there.
From Goro’s perspective, Ren has accepted the revelation of Goro’s Metaverse abilities and subsequent blackmail with nothing more than the shrug of a shoulder. As such, even with the things between them that have already been said, it’s clear that they’re both willing to accept some level of betrayal from the other. Ren licks her lips, tasting the tension in the air that only serves to make her heart beat faster. She grins brazenly at the girl across from her.
“It’s strange, isn’t it,” Goro whispers, dark eyes searching Ren’s face. “That I still feel so at ease around you.”
Ren hums her agreement. She thinks about answering and continuing that conversation, but they’re skirting dangerous territory now. She doesn’t want this moment - the time they have with each other, the time until the final betrayal - to end, not ever. If she could take the feeling of longing and violent affection that she feels for Goro and put it in a jar together with imprints of her time here, in Goro’s space, where she is vulnerable and as open as Ren has ever seen her, she would. God, she would.
A drop of water runs down Goro’s bare neck, having escaped the confines of the towel around her head. Ren follows its trail with her eyes until it hits the edge of the black T-shirt Goro is wearing. It hits Ren all over again that here Goro is, wearing her clothes. With no makeup on her face, Goro just looks like a normal teenager, and it hurts somewhere deep inside Ren’s chest to think that she will never have Goro for herself like this again once all cards are laid out on the table.
“Ren?” Goro asks.
Ren kisses her so that neither of them have to keep lying to each other. There will be enough of that to come.
No, for now, Ren has a pretty girl sitting on the couch next to her whose mouth tastes like pepper and cherries. A soft gasp escapes Goro as their lips meet. Ren swallows it right up, prolonging their kiss for just a second more. Relishing the feeling of Goro’s lips pressed against hers.
When she leans back, Goro chases her mouth with a small, aborted whine, and Ren chuckles. She lets Goro pull her into another kiss with her free hand, still refusing to let go of the hand she has captured between both of hers. Goro’s fingers cup her jaw, digging nearly painfully into her skin as if to keep her there.
Ren gives it back as good as she’s getting. She parts her lips this time, slipping her tongue into the velvety heat of Goro’s mouth, skin buzzing from Goro’s proximity. Goro shifts closer, repositioning herself on her knees on the couch so she can lean further into Ren. It forces Ren to lift her head up to keep kissing Goro, so she does. She bites down softly on Goro’s bottom lip, drawing a moan out of her that has Ren’s blood sing.
The touch of Goro’s bare knees against her thigh remind her of her earlier question mark on whether or not Goro is wearing any panties under that shirt, which doesn’t do much to calm Ren’s already fast pulse. Unfortunately, Goro is probably evil but she’s also so hot, so how is Ren supposed to cope?
Fuck it, Ren decides. She lets go of Goro’s hand and in one fluid motion grabs her by her hips to hoist her up onto her lap. It’s not quite like Goro doesn’t weigh nothing - she does have a solid amount of muscle in those skinny limbs of hers - but Ren is a lesbian with ambition - a dyke extraoridnaire if you will - who has worked out for the explicit purpose of being able to manhandle girls around and/or carry them like princesses, so it’s easy to get Goro exactly where Ren wants her.
Goro lets out the girliest of squeaks as she is lifted, knees coming to frame Ren’s hips as if responding by instinct. Ren keeps one arm firmly around her waist to steady her.
“Ren, what-”
Ren grins at her and kisses her again. Then she moves lower, trailing kisses along Goro’s jawline and down her neck until Ren is lapping up the pearls of water that were running down the curve of Goro’s shoulder. Goro gasps and arches her back, her pelvic area pressing down against Ren as she does. Ren can feel the cotton fabric of Goro’s panties even through her own pants, but that’s alright, because she can also feel the way Goro’s dick is straining against said panties.
“You were too far away,” Ren says.
“Ugh,” Goro whines, but she bares her neck to give Ren more access, so Ren counts that as a win.
Immediately, she licks a strip up the side of Goro’s neck, which makes the girl in her laugh choke out a sound between a scandalized giggle and a moan.
“You’re gross,” Goro complains breathlessly.
“And you’re hard,” Ren answers, before biting Goro’s neck - not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make herself be felt.
Goro moans again, eyes squeezed shut as she holds onto Ren’s shoulders with both hands like she’ll fall over if she doesn’t. It’s one of the things that Ren likes best about Goro. She is so responsive that it borders on criminal. Behind her plastic friendly facade, and behind her icy more private exterior, Goro is easy to set off and easy to please.
More than that, there’s like a look of wonder on her face every time something that Ren does turns her on, like she isn’t expecting it to hit her this hard. Ren doesn’t know the details of Goro’s experience when it comes to sex, but she has a working theory that Goro is used to play her responses up rather than down, which speaks to Goro sleeping with people she isn’t attracted to. Given how deep in the closet Goro is, it’s not a big surprise that she might have slept with men and faked her enjoyment.
Ren is competitive by nature, so knowing that she’s giving Goro more pleasure than she is expecting with the tiniest brush of her lips across her collarbone is doing wonders both for her ego and arousal. Ren may not know who Goro’s past sexual partners have been, but she’s confident that she can and is doing a much better job at fucking Goro than they ever have. It’s one more high that Ren likes to chase when she’s around Goro. Goro makes her want to chase a lot of things.
“You’re so pretty when you moan for me,” Ren says with a cocked smile and kisses the underside of Goro’s chin.
“Ngh…” Goro shivers, clinging harder to Ren’s shoulders. “What are you going to do about it, then?”
Heat courses through Ren. Ren lifts her knee up, just a little, just to give Goro something to grind against. Goro jumps a little in surprise, but she leans into it, pressing her hard cock against Ren’s knee. Ren bites her neck again, on the same spot she’d bitten a few seconds ago.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” Ren teases.
She slips a hand under Goro’s shirt, still just holding her in place for now. Her skin is warm to the touch and slightly sticky in a way that tells Ren that Goro took the time to moisturize after her shower. She considers standing up with Goro wrapped around her front like a koala and carrying her to the bedroom so she can fuck her there, but decides to hold off for just one more minute.
“You’re insufferable as ever,” Goro says, but the look on her face is more one of impatience than annoyance.
It makes Ren want to tease her more.
“I’m not done with my feedback on your interview,” Ren says off-handedly, like she’s not at all affected by the way Goro is squirming in her lap.
What a lie. Ren is getting wetter and wetter by the minute. Unfortunately for Goro, though, Ren likes to draw things out, and she still has a lot of ammunition to serve out. Things like,
“For example, I didn’t get into the meat of what you said about your ideal boyfriend.” She ignores the exasperated way Goro groans in favor of gently running her nails down Goro’s spine under her shirt. Goro shudders in response. “Someone with ideals who will cook and clean for you, is that what you said? I’m not sure I remember correctly.”
Given Goro’s absolutely disastrous skills in the kitchen, it’s for the best if she doesn’t cook, Ren knows. At the same time, Ren herself has cooked for Goro and even cleaned up her apartment more than once when she saw what kind of conditions Goro was living in. Goro might not have a lot of free time, but she also certainly makes no effort to keep her living space nice, or clean, or furnished, or anything other than empty and messy. Walking around Goro’s apartment sometimes reminds Ren of the Shujin cleanup action at Inokashira Park.
As for convictions, well. Goro did give Ren her number after Ren challenged her opinion on the Phantom Thieves on live TV, so really, what Ren is taking away from that interview is that she meets all the criteria for being Goro’s perfect boyfriend. She wonders if Goro realizes at all.
“So what?” Goro asks, squinting her eyes at Ren. “I’m busy. I don’t have time to be someone’s little housewife.”
“What a shame,” Ren says, pouting. “And here I thought what a cute wife you would make.”
She pinches Goro’s butt, startling another yelp out of the girl, before finally letting her hand wander to the front of Goro’s panties. She doesn’t touch her dick yet, but her fingers ghost over the edge of Goro’s underwear, brushing the sensitive skin of her stomach, and Ren feels the way Goro’s thighs clench around her lap as she tries to keep still.
“You won’t let me within ten feet of a stove,” Goro accuses, eyes fixed on a spot above Ren’s shoulder, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.
“No, but I’ve seen you welcome me home to Leblanc before. That was pretty hot.”
Ren tugs on the elastic of Goro’s panties, sliding the tip of her fingers along the inside of it. She presses a kiss to Goro’s shoulder, then tugs her down for a long, hard kiss. Goro’s eyes are glazed over when they separate. Her hips are making tiny rocking motions against Ren’s thighs, and she keeps looking back to Ren’s mouth and biting her lips. Still, her voice is mostly steady when she answers.
“Glad to know I could indulge your weird kinks, honey .”
Ren huffs out a laugh and kisses Goro. She can’t not. Goro’s lips are red and puffy from making out, and Goro herself looks like she’s not all that far away from snapping and pushing Ren down so she can ride her face.
“If you say so,” Ren says, amused. “Now, do you want to be a good girl and get me off?”
“Finally,” Goro hisses under her breath, which only serves to make Ren laugh out loud.
Goro ignores her, choosing to slide off the couch faster than Ren can tell her to and kneeling between Ren’s spread legs. She immediately gets to work on the fly of Ren’s jeans, but Ren tuts and raises an eyebrow at her, nodding towards the pillows on the couch. Goro rolls her eyes.
“I’m fine, Ren,” she says.
“Yes you are,” Ren agrees, wiggling her eyebrows.
Goro lets out a groan, but she does grab one of the pillows and places it under her knees.
“Good girl,” Ren praises.
Goro bites her lips and squirms. She’s adorable. Her face is completely flushed, and the towel that’s holding her hair up is starting to slip, a couple of strands fighting for freedom here and there. Ren reaches out to grab the towel and pull it off. Goro’s hair cascades out from its confines like a honeyed waterfall. It’s darker than usual and ramrod straight from the water that hasn’t yet dried off. Her over-long bangs clings to her forehead and hangs in front of her eyes, forcing Goro to blow it away with an annoyed huff. Goro gets her hair curled for public appearances, usually, but like this, she has a bit of a drowned puppy look.
Ren brushes her bangs to the side and trails her fingers along Goro’s jaw, tilting her face upwards with a smirk.
“Beautiful,” she says softly, watching how Goro’s eyelids flutter.
She gets up to shimmy out of her pants and underwear. Her jacket joins the jeans on the couch next to her. When Ren sits back down, she is sporting a partner look to Goro’s oversized T-shirt and nothing under it fashion statement, which seems to work for Goro as well, judging by the way her gaze laser focuses towards the damp spot between Ren’s legs. Ren makes herself comfortable against the couch, propping a few pillows behind her back, and lets out a content sigh.
“Okay, you can eat me out now,” she says.
It’s a bit of a tease, but Goro doesn’t protest. In fact, she seems more than happy to take her place between Ren’s spread thighs and finally put her mouth to Ren’s skin. Her hands come to rest on either of Ren’s knees as she pretty much face-plants into Ren’s crotch, only taking a deep breath and exhale in front of Ren’s exposed pussy before diving in.
Goro has gotten better at eating pussy since she went down on Ren for the first time, but her enthusiasm still sends a jolt of shock through Ren’s system every time she gets started. While Goro is fully at ease with getting fingered and fucked, she’s clearly inexperienced with giving head to someone who doesn’t have a dick, and that makes her eagerness and single-minded focus all the more endearing. She’s so clearly, earnestly trying to get better - more than that, she seems to enjoy the act so much - that Ren can’t not be into it.
Unfortunately, Ren’s weakness is the entirety of Goro Akechi. It was good the first time, and it’s even better now as she gets the double benefit of watching Goro lick into her folds like she’s starving combined with the electric jolts of pleasure that Goro sends coursing through her body each time her tongue passes Ren’s clit.
Still, guiding Goro can only help make the experience more enjoyable in the long run, and Goro needs to be good like she needs air to breathe, so Ren slides a hand through Goro’s hair and grabs a fistful of it. She tugs, gentle but firm, and Goro stills in her movement, gaze coming up to meet Ren’s from between her legs. Goro’s eyes are big and beautifully crimson, pupils blown wide. A pulse of want goes through Ren’s cunt just from the sight of her. Ren groans.
“Slowly. Slower,” she instructs.
Her voice is raspy from arousal. She clears her throat. Takes off her classes so she can run a hand down her face.
Still looking at her, Goro sticks out her tongue and licks a long, slow strip from Ren’s taint all the way up to her clit. Ren still has her hand fisted in Goro’s hair, and it’s applying the slightest pull onto Goro’s scalp every time she leans forward, but Goro doesn’t seem to be complaining.
“Better,” Ren says breathlessly. “Just like that.”
Goro whines, her eyes fluttering down again as she repeats the motion, deliberately slow, teasing Ren’s clit every time her tongue passes it on the way upwards. Ren lets out a low moan of pleasure.
“You’re doing so good. Fuck.” Ren tugs at Goro’s hair a little, pulling up. “Suck on my clit now. Gently. And you can use your fingers.”
Goro obeys beautifully. She follows Ren’s instructions to the T, using her lips and tongue without shame. She slides one finger into Ren as her tongue circles Ren’s clit, and Ren moans again. She can’t help but clench around Goro’s finger, thighs tensing with buildup when Goro curls her digit upward. She adds a second finger without prompting, and soon, the only sounds in the room are Ren’s harsh breaths and the obscene sound of Goro licking her cunt and finger-fucking her.
“Beautiful,” Ren babbles mindlessly. She’s let go of her hold on Goro’s hair to switch to a petting motion, gently raking her nails across Goro’s scalp again and again. “So fucking beautiful. You’re so good, darling.”
Ren has a stray thought for the interview and what all those fancy TV show hosts and celebrities would think if they saw Goro now, but she’s too focused on the sensation of Goro’s mouth on her to articulate any of it. As she feels herself edging closer to an orgasm, she lifts one leg over Goro’s shoulder and pulls her closer, sighing in tandem with the thrust of Goro’s fingers in her.
Goro doubles her effort, switching between short licks and sucking on her clit, two fingers in Ren’s cunt and her other hand splayed across Ren’s thigh near-painfully. Her expression is one of utter focus to a point where Goro is nearly going cross-eyed. She has Ren’s slick coating the entire lower half of her face. Strands of her wet hair are stuck to her forehead and cheeks. She’s back at the pace she had tried to set in the beginning, but with Ren rushing towards her orgasm, it’s more than welcome this time around.
“Goro,” is all Ren can moan, throwing her head back against the couch when Goro finally brings her over the edge.
Her legs go taunt as she cums, heel digging between Goro’s shoulder blades. She shudders through the concentrated waves of pleasure, feeling herself clench rhythmically around Goro’s fingers. Mercifully, Goro stills her hand but doesn’t move it yet, allowing Ren to ride out the peak and ground herself before releasing the tension in her body. She lets out a punch-drunk giggle.
“Oh man. That’s the stuff.”
Goro sits back on her heels and looks up at Ren with hooded eyes. There’s a bit of defiance in the way she lifts her chin, but Ren can see the beginning of the floatiness that usually takes Goro if she’s ordered around for too long. Her face is a mess. Ren’s T-shirt that she’s wearing is slipping off one skinny shoulder. Her hair is mussed up from all the ways that Ren has grabbed it, and Ren is pretty sure that some of her slick must have gotten on it too. She’s ethereal. She looks utterly claimed. Ren’s pussy clenches around nothing at the thought.
“Good enough?” Goro asks in an attempt to project her usual cocky confidence.
Ren gets up from the couch to join Goro on the floor, kneeling in front of her so she can grab her beautiful, beautiful face with both hands. She plants a kiss onto Goro’s shiny lips.
“Oh, more than,” Ren purrs. She kisses Goro again, longer this time. “You got me off so hard. You can’t imagine what it’s like to have to room with a cat who can talk when you’re horny.” Goro pulls a face and Ren giggles again. She kisses Goro. “I think this was a solid eight out of ten.”
The outrage that suddenly flames on Goro’s face makes the smug grin on Ren’s face spread. It’s one point more than the last time she graded Goro in bed, but clearly, the fact that she isn’t being given a ten out of ten yet is driving Goro up the walls, and it’s both hilarious and very good for Ren’s libido.
Coming as a surprise to no one, Goro’s answer is an inflamed, “I’ll try again, then. Let me eat you out again.”
Ren hugs her tightly, both because she wants to and to immobilize Goro. Goro is tense in her arms. Ren kind of wants to give her a massage after this. She leans up so her lips are brushing against the shell of Goro’s ear.
“No.”
Goro bristles. Ren bites down on her earlobe gently.
“I’m gonna show you how it’s done. I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll cry.”
Goro scoffs, but she’s already losing some of that countenance. As proud as she might want to present herself, Goro is still easy.
Still, Ren tucks the idea of making Goro eat her out over and over until she earns herself a ten out of ten, with no breaks for her poor little mouth, into the back of her mind. Ren enjoys topping Goro more than she likes to lie back and take it, but it might be worth it for the rush of ordering Goro around and watching her competitiveness drive her to host a pussy-eating contest with herself. Something fun to try if they ever get around to it before Ren betrays Goro for betraying her and probably never sees her again.
“As if,” Goro mutters. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Oh, I will.” Ren gets up and stretches, before holding a hand out to Goro. “C’mon, get up, pretty girl. We’re going to your room.”
Goro doesn’t take her hand. She huffs and peels herself off of her pillow with much more grace than she would have had she been kneeling on the ground this entire time - thank you Ren-chan for forcing me to take care of my knees . Ren is gracious enough not to comment out loud. Instead, she grabs her backpack and follows Goro to the bedroom, walking just a little closer behind her as would normally be comfortable. Goro doesn't turn to look at her, but Ren watches as goosebumps collect on her arms when Ren's hand brushes Goro's T-shirt over the small of her back without making actual physical contact.
Goro's bedroom is a situation, even more so than the rest of her apartment. There is no bed frame, first of all. Goro's mattress, which at least is a Double, is lying directly on the ground with the comforter shoved to the side in the same spot it probably was when Goro got up this morning. Pillows are strewn about it. A single desk is shoved against a wall next to a small dresser, and here ends the list of what furniture Goro has bothered to acquire for her bedroom. It clearly isn’t a matter of space - Ren could fit everything currently in Leblanc’s attic in this room easily. Goro just seems to pay very little care to the environment that she sleeps in.
Ren asked her about it the first time Goro invited her over, after an evening at Jazz Jin of passionate discussion about the merits of free public transport that ended with Ren pressing Goro against a wall in a Shinjuku alley to kiss her silly. All Goro had to say about the matter was that she doesn’t spend enough time in her apartment to care about furnishing it.
Right now, though, Ren doesn’t give the mess of clothes thrown across the stiff chair in the room a single glance, nor the empty space that Goro hasn’t filled. She stops in the middle of the room, planting a fist on her hip, and looks at Goro consideringly. The backpack gets dropped at her feet, for now.
Goro looks back at her, bottom lip caught between her teeth stubbornly. She opens her mouth as if to say something, then closes it. Crosses her arms in front of her chest.
Ren lets her eyes wander over Goro’s form, drinking her in. Her long legs are pale and smooth, and Ren’s T-shirt really does look criminally good on her. Its collar is now wet from Goro’s hair. The black of the T-shirt makes her appear paler than usual. Combined with Goro’s bare face, the dark circles under her eyes stand out all the more. She looks tired even in her arousal, but so,so beautiful.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to finally do something, Joker?” Goro drawls, and oh, it’s on.
Ren grins and takes a step towards Goro.
“Impatient. I like it.” She gives the bottom of Goro’s shirt a sharp tug. “Strip for me, darling.”
“Don’t call me that,” Goro scoffs, but she complies, tossing the shirt somewhere on the ground.
It’s quickly followed by her panties, and Ren is pleased to note that Goro’s erection hasn’t let down yet. She also finally gets to see Goro’s tits, which is a pleasure all in of itself.
“Nice tits,” Ren says, because she doesn’t bother with a brain-to-mouth filter when it comes to complimenting Goro.
It’s all part of her grand master plan to seduce Goro into falling in love with her and joining the side of the Phantom Thieves. Being smooth with Goro only gets you so far. Goro is too used to being sucked up to by the media and fans alike for that. Plus, Ren only manages to be actively smooth in her moments of genius. The rest of the time, horny lesbian brain kicks in.
If Ren’s compliments can’t be construed as anything but genuine, Goro has no reason to question her attraction.
Goro holds her gaze for a second, clearly scrolling through the dialogue options in her brain, before settling on a cocky smirk. She sticks her chest out a little, letting Ren admire her breasts fully.
“Thank you, I grew them myself,” Goro says, sounding pleased with herself. “It was a lot of work.”
Ren barks out a surprised laugh. She understands enough about transitions to know that Goro takes hormones. That, and she’s seen Goro’s Estrogen pills in the kitchen once. It makes sense that Goro would feel pride about the way her body has developed from them. And god knows that Goro probably doesn’t have many people in her life that she can make these kinds of jokes with.
“Homegrown tits, huh?” Ren asks with a grin. “Well let me get some lovin’ on them, then. C’mon, get on the bed, Crow.”
Goro giggles that fake chipper giggle of hers, brushing a hand back through her hair as she does.
“Remind me why I have sex with you again,” she says more than asks, saccharine-sweet.
“Because I give good compliments.”
Goro lies down on the bed, finally, propping herself up with two of her many pillows, legs spread and enticingly propped at an angle. She leans her head back ever-so-slightly. It accentuates the curve of her throat down to the valley between the breast and towards her pretty pink dick. There’s the long slashing scars on her side that Ren has seen before and Goro explained away with a handwave about the fostering system before she revealed to the Phantom Thieves that she was also a Metaverse user. If not for them, she would make the picture-perfect cover of a porn magazine.
Sometimes Ren thinks about the disconnect between Goro’s general social awkwardness and the way she knows how to make herself look desirable anyway, like she expects the other party to bridge that gap. Maybe it’s always like this for her. She only has to look available, up for the taking, and people will rush in for her attention and good graces. Goro can be blunt because people will fight for her to smile at them. She truly does resemble a princess in more ways than one.
Dropping onto her knees on the mattress, Ren crawls between Goro’s spread legs. Whatever is going on with Goro that has made her as fucked up as Ren thinks that she is can wait. Ren has promised to make her cry, and she intends to fulfill that promise. It wouldn’t do for her to fail at her own challenge after grading Goro’s performance so harshly after all.
“Look at you,” Ren purrs. "You look like the perfect pillow princess like this. Just ready to take whatever I give you, right?"
“Mmh.”
Ren crawls over Goro's body, knees between her parted legs, hands planted on either side of Goro's head as she looks down at her. Unable to resist the temptation that is Goro's barely parted lips, she dips down to kiss her, long and deep. Goro immediately reaches up to wrap an arm around her shoulders and keep her there, kissing back like she wants to lose herself in it.
Ren puts her knee forward, applying pressure against Goro's cock, a little meanly. Goro just moans. Ren has a vague idea of what she wants to do to Goro today, but it's a multiple course meal that deserves to be savored. Plus, instinct has always served her well. They have all night for this, early morning be damned. Sojiro and Morgana know not to expect her back before after school tomorrow.
So Ren slides her hand down Goro's throat, applying the slightest pressure on the way before cupping one of Goro's breasts. She massages the soft flesh, thumb finding the divot between Goro's tits where her ribcage opens up and pressing as a counterpoint. Unbidden, the thought of going deeper seizes her; between Goro's ribs, underneath where her heart is fluttering in its cage. Ren wants to reach in and rip it out so she can feast on Goro's insides. She wants to consume Goro, body and soul.
Hm. Dial it back maybe a little. Ren flicks Goro's nipple and Goro moans, squirming against the sheets. Ren's clit throbs. She bends down to Goro's other breast, lips latching onto the little pink nub. Goro's nipples are much more sensitive than Ren's own, a knowledge that she likes to take advantage of whenever she can. She traps one of them between her thumb and middle finger, pinching gently. At the same time, her teeth close around the other one in a bite firm enough to hurt, just a little, before running her thumb over the imprint of her teeth. Goro's moans die down in favor of a series of punched out "Ah-"s that make Ren feel just as accomplished in her quest to make Goro make as much noise as possible.
She switches sides, pinching and teasing the now spit-slick nipple with her fingers as she sucks on Goro's left tit, listening to the symphony of Goro's harsh breaths and groans as indication for what is making her feel good .
When Ren looks up at Goro's face, her face is entirely red - a flush that reaches all the way down to her quivering chest - and her lips are parted in a picture-perfect O. Her eyes flutter open to look at Ren, as if checking why Ren paused, blinking languidly.
She's beautiful and perfect, and it irritates Ren, because Goro is still performing. She looks like a porn star. A very hot pornstar, but it's not what Ren wants. Ren wants to mess her up. She wants Goro to moan not as part of a show but because she literally can't stop herself. She flicks Goro's nipple, hard, just to see her nose scrunch up slightly in surprise. This is fine. They're just starting out after all. Ren will get Goro where she wants her.
She dives back down, planting kisses across Goro's clavicle and kitten licks at the peak of her breasts. Eventually, Goro's hips start moving on their own, thrusting against Ren's knee in a desperate attempt for relief. Only then does Ren go lower. She uses the space on the mattress to knee-walk down between Goro’s spread legs, trailing kisses and small bites from Goro’s tits down to her pretty cock. She doesn’t stop there, though. Ren kisses Goro’s navel, kisses the sensitive skin under her belly button, kisses the tip of her dick, and keeps going down. Her lips leave butterfly marks under the crown of Goro’s dick, down her shaft, on each of her balls, her taint, square on her hole.
“Ah- Ren, fuck, Ren-” Goro moans, thighs twitching.
Her back is arched beautifully, head thrown back against the pillows. Ren reaches sideways to grab the nearest pillow she can find and taps Goro’s hipbone to get her to lift her hips. She places the pillow under her lower back, propping her up so that she has full access to her hole, immediately leaning in to trace the rim with her tongue.
“Good girl,” she says, right up against the sensitive skin, now shiny with her spit, aiming for the shiver that does down Goro’s body as her breath hits Goro’s hole.
“Ngh,” is all that comes out of Goro’s mouth in response. Then, with noticeable effort, “Fuck me already.”
Ren raises an amused eyebrow.
“Impatient. I was gonna eat your pussy first-” Goro groans weakly- “but if that’s what you want, princess…”
She sticks a finger into her mouth, pressing it against the inside of her cheek to make it bulge before taking it back out with a wet pop. She presses it against Goro’s rim, just testing how tense Goro is. Goro’s hole flutters under her touch. It opens up easily - easier than Ren was expecting, even. She’s able to push her finger in all the way to the second knuckle without meeting any resistance. It makes Ren blink, because she’s fucked Goro before, and Goro is usually tighter, which has to mean-
“Did you prepare yourself for me, Goro?”
She thrusts her finger in a couple times, considering. There is no lube to ease the way, only Ren’s spit, so she doesn’t think that Goro prepped herself in the bathroom. She wouldn’t have gone for it dry by herself. Before that, then?
“Ah-” Goro gasps, throwing her head from one side to the other. Her eyes are mesmerizingly red when they meet Ren’s. “Fucked myself before you came. I needed it too bad.”
Ren keeps her face impassive, but her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth. Goro isn’t the kind of girl to talk about “needing it” unprompted, usually. Ren loves to make her beg, because Goro begging is delightful and disgustingly hot. It takes teasing and getting Goro aroused enough to make her come out with it, though. Combined with the picture-perfect innocence on Goro’s face, Ren has the suspicion that she’s being lied to.
She hums darkly, leaning down to lick Goro's cock, from the base to the tip. She suckles on the head for a moment, then lets it fall against Goro's taunt stomach again.
"Fucked yourself on your fingers, did you?" Ren asks. "That's so hot. Did you think of me while you did it?"
Goro doesn't own any sex toys as far as Ren is aware. Goro also doesn't owe Ren anything. The fact that the though of Goro fucking someone else mere hours before Ren came over feels like swallowing daggers - or maybe Goro's own stupid, nerdy lightsaber - is to blame on Ren alone. She's known that fucking Goro would come with a side of hurt for a while now. If anything, she should be grateful that Goro is trying to spare her feelings by lying to her.
Not that Ren knows for sure. Maybe they've just been lying to each other so much that she doesn't know how to trust anymore and suspects anything and everything that Goro tells her. That also sounds on par for their relationship at this point.
She leans back down to take Goro's dick back into her mouth - just the head again, licking around it like a soft candy. Her finger keeps thrusting gently into her ass. Goro's precum tastes sweet. It's not quite the same taste as slick from a cunt but it's just as heady. It makes Ren want more. More of the taste, more of the feel of Goro on her tongue, more of the noises that Goro makes. If she focuses on the throbbing between her legs and the way Goro looks spread out underneath her, then maybe she will feel less nauseous.
"Yeah," Goro says breathlessly. "Thought of you the whole time, so you can go ahead and give me more already. I can take it."
Ren hopes that that means that Goro thought about her while she was fucking whoever it was she was sleeping with, but maybe this is still Goro lying to spare her feelings. Truly, Ren is a lost cause. Even being on a team with three other queer women, the one she had to fall for was the chronic liar and probably murderer who was always going to break her heart. If Goro was straight as well it would complete the sad, sad picture of bad choices made by her little lesbian heart. She runs her free hand along the soft inside of Goro's thigh tenderly, wishing that things were different.
"Pass me the lube, then," she requests.
She sits up while Goro shuffles over to the side of the mattress to grab the lube off the floor. Ren has some in her backpack too, but it's farther away. Goro tosses the bottle at Ren's head, and Ren catches it easily.
"Baton pass," Ren snarks.
Goro rolls her eyes, but she smiles.
"Did you bring the…?" she asks, raising her eyebrows like Ren is supposed to know what she means.
Ren has a suspicion, but she's not feeling all that charitable in this very minute, so she just stares back at Goro while she drizzles lube generously over her hand. She rubs her fingers together, waiting for it to warm up.
"The what?"
Goro huffs out a breath like she's annoyed that Ren is making her say it, which is funny considering she just volunteered information about how much she needed to fuck herself.
"The strap-on," Goro says between gritted teeth.
"Oh, did I bring my cock ?" Ren shoots back with a smirk. "Of course I did. I even have a couple different options for you to choose from." She gestures with the bottle towards where her backpack is lying on the floor. "But that's for later, I'm not gonna fuck you with my dick right now."
Goro nearly pouts, which, unfortunately, is adorable. Ren giggles despite herself.
"Hey, the advantage is that, a) my fingers are flexible," she crooks her fingers in demonstration, "and b) that I can get my mouth on your clit while I fuck you this way. Not a bad deal, right?"
"The word you're looking for is prehensile," Goro mutters.
"What?"
"Prehensile. Your fingers are prehensile."
"I mean, I bet your ass is feeling apprehensive right now," Ren says.
"Oh my fucking god," Goro says.
Ren just smirks and wiggles her fingers again.
"Cmon let me stick my fingers in your butt."
Goro closes her eyes, clearly choosing to ignore Ren's jabs. She gives her dick a few tugs, like she can't quite help it, and then repositions herself on the pillows.
"Perfect," Ren says, and doesn't wait a second to stuff two fingers up Goro's pussy.
Goro lets out a harsh exhale from the surprise of it, but not much else. She isn't too tight for Ren's fingers, either, so Ren adds a third at the same time that she leans back down to suck on Goro's clit. This time, Goro does let out a sound, close-mouthed and deep in her chest. The stop-and-go that tonight has been is clearly starting to affect her momentum, which isn't actually what Ren wants. Time to stop fucking around , Ren tells herself and gets to work. Her pesky little feelings go inside a locked box at the back of her head never to be examined again.
She starts fucking Goro in earnest, alternating between thrusting in and out of her hole to give Goro that feeling of penetration she's clearly craving so much and massaging her prostate. She keeps Goro in her mouth the entire time, sucking on her clit like a lollipop. She bobs her head in time with the thrusts of her hand when she's building up a pace, then slowing down to just warm Goro's cock against the back of her throat while she gives her G spot little taps with the pads of her fingers. She circles around it, presses down, rubs into it when Goro gives a particularly hard jerk.
She's effectively milking Goro's prostate and fucking her at the same time, and soon, Goro is panting and moaning like she can't stop the sounds from leaking out of her.
"Fuck, fuck, Ren, please, ah-"
Perfect . Goro is perfect, but her moans turning into pleas are also exactly what Ren is looking for. Taking advantage of how loose Goro's hole is, Ren works a fourth finger in, her free hand digging into Goro's thigh for support. Part of her regrets not being able to watch what is now nearly her whole hand disappearing into Goro, but the squelching sound from the lube being pushed back into Goro's dripping pussy over and over is enough to make Ren's cunt clench with want.
Goro's thighs have gone vertical by now, framing Ren's face, and on a particularly hard suck that Ren pairs with the crook of two fingers inside of Goro, Goro squeezes her legs so tightly that only Ren's hand on said thigh stops her from crushing Ren's head like a watermelon. Ren doesn't mind. She's always dreamed of going that way - with her face between a pretty girl's legs.
Goro isn't crying by the time she cums, but she is very much screaming her pleasure. Her moans are loud enough for the neighbors to hear, Ren is fairly certain. Goro will be mortified. For now, she seems to be enjoying herself, as her orgasm draws a drawn out series of curses out of her. Ren keeps her mouth sealed around Goro's dick as she cums, drinking it all up and giving Goro a few more sucks before letting her dick drop out of her
mouth. Her fingers, she leaves inside of Goro even as she shivers and clenches in rhythmic pulses around her hand.
“Good girl,” Ren says again, smile softer this time.
Goro looks thoroughly fucked out, on arm thrown across her forehead, lips red from biting them. Her chest is still heaving and there is a faint tremble to her knees that makes Ren feel unbelievably fond. She did that.
Ren kisses Goro’s hipbone as she slides her hand out of Goro’s hole. Before her fingers pop out of the tight ring of her rim, she pushes them back in, earning herself a grunt from Goro. Again, she pulls her fingers back, then pushes back in. As the pulses of Goro’s orgasm are dying down, her hole is loosening up around Ren’s fingers. It makes the slide of Ren’s knuckles against Goro’s insides easy as ever. Ren repeats the motion, taking the time to sit back and watch the way Goro swallows her hand this time. It’s a mesmerizing sight.
It also gives Ren an idea. Consideringly, she taps her thumb against Goro’s perineum with her other four fingers fully inside. She’s not yet going for Goro’s prostate directly - Ren figures that Goro can do with the small reprieve.
“What do you think, Goro, can I fit my entire fist inside you?”
She slowly thrusts her fingers in, then out. Goro doesn’t move her arm from her forehead, looking about as wrung out as a towel, except in a sexy way. She meets Ren’s eyes. Goro’s pupils are so wide that the red of her irises is getting eaten up by darkness. It’s a good look on her. Goro bites her lips, gaze following Ren’s arms to where her hand disappears between her legs.
Ren thrusts her fingers in again, and Goro squeezes her eyes shut, mouth falling open on a silent moan. There’s the slightest tinge of discomfort on her face mixing with arousal. Ren knows how sensitive she must still feel after cumming. This is something they have already talked about, though, and Ren knows that Goro likes being pushed further. That she doesn’t want Ren to stop.
What she doesn’t know is how Goro feels about fisting. Ren certainly hasn’t fisted anyone before. With how close they are to it right now, she thinks that it might work just fine. Both the mental image and knowledge that she could be inside Goro like this - not with a silicone cock but her hand, reaching for Goro’s insides and rearranging them into a masterpiece of pleasure - gets Ren hot enough that she rubs her thighs together instinctively. She kisses Goro’s navel and gives her balls a quick suck to shock Goro into opening her eyes again.
“Goro,” Ren says. “I need you to answer me here. Do you want me to fist you?”
Goro looks a little lost staring back at Ren. She cants her hips upward invitingly. It’s probably meant to replace a verbal response, because Goro is literally pushing back on Ren’s fingers, inviting her further in.
“Hm.”
Ren reaches for the lube and uncaps it with one hand. She twists her fingers in Goro so her palm is facing upwards and starts to pour generous amounts of lube into it. She considers just going for it. Goro clearly isn’t protesting. She isn’t quite saying yes either, though, and that’s really the crux of the matter here, isn’t it?
“Goro-chan,” Ren coos. “Princess. Yes or no question. I can also stop and fuck you with the strap-on if you’d rather have that.” Hesitation flickers over Goro’s face - Ren thinks - and she wishes she was better at reading Goro’s wants and needs from just her body language. “Or would you rather I make you beg, is that easier?”
“Please,” Goro says immediately, and oh, okay.
“Please what?”
Goro swallows. Her throat bobs. Her eyes are big and wide, cheeks dusted pink, lips shiny with spit. Ren’s heart does a painful lurch.
“Please put your fist in me.”
“Good girl.”
Ren lets out a breath, chest rumbling with some unnamed emotion. She suddenly wants to scream. It’s not the pain of Goro sleeping with someone else. It’s not even the pain of Goro lying to her or hurting some of Ren’s best friends. She just looks at Goro, the way she lies there, defenseless and open, and finds it easier to say please than yes. It’s how beautiful she is and how little Ren understands her. Goro is a mystery that Ren wishes to piece together, but there are so many parts of her and Ren only has access to a precious few.
You don’t even have to leave to break my heart , Ren thinks nonsensically.
She focuses back on her hand, rubbing her thumb into her palm to collect lube. She starts thrusting her fingers again, keeping the rhythm slow. Every time the tip of her thumb hits Goro’s rim, she presses a little, testing the resistance, and then pulls back again. She could probably get her thumb in all the way right now by slipping it over her other fingers, but she doesn’t want to hurt Goro. God knows how much damage you can do by fist-fucking someone without enough preparation.
Briefly, Ren considers whether she should have researched fisting before springing it on Goro in the moment.
It’s fine. It’ll be fine. Goro is opening up beautifully under her hand, and most of her post-orgasmic discomfort has disappeared from her face. Instead, Ren can see her actively taking deep breaths as she wills her body to relax. One of Goro’s hands has drifted up to cup her own breast, probably more for comfort than stimulation. Just a good moral support titty hold. Ren can relate. She does like the image of Goro playing with her own tits, though, so she decides to do something about it.
“Very good, princess,” she praises. Goro blinks like she’s not sure what she’s being complimented for, but her lidded eyes find Ren’s immediately. Expectant. Ren smiles. “You’re so fucking pretty. How about you use those hands of yours and play with your nipples for me?”
Goro licks her lips. She doesn’t break eye contact as she obliges, reaching for her breast with her other hand and squeezing them both. Ren notes with satisfaction that her dick is doing its very best at trying to spring back to life. Goro rubs two fingers around the peak of her nipples, teasing the areola. She moans a little, throat rough.
“Perfect,” Ren says. “Keep going. make yourself feel good.”
Goro pinches her nipples immediately, harder than Ren was doing it earlier. She moans again. Ren chuckles. She has the mounting suspicion that Goro would enjoy a good spanking too. Maybe Ren needs to get on that.
Ren presses her thumb firmly against Goro’s rim and starts to apply more pressure. There’s enough give for Ren to press forward, especially with her whole hand coated in lube. She crooks her fingers upward, giving Goro’s prostate a few taps. Goro shudders in response and pinches her nipples harder. Finally, Ren’s thumb pops past the tight ring of muscle, lube squelching out as it does.
“There we go,” Ren whispers, more to herself than to Goro, but Goro whimpers like she’s been punched all the same.
“Please,” she says brokenly.
Ren gives little incremental thrusts, pushing forward and back. Every time it feels like Goro’s body is stopping her and can’t accept more, she halts. She fingers Goro’s prostate in between the thrusts of her hand. Soon, Goro’s cock is back to hardness, curving fully against her belly. There is precum dripping from the tip and smearing over her stomach. It’s the prettiest thing Ren has ever seen.
“You’re doing amazing. You’re so good.”
She pushes, pushes, until the widest part of her hand is pressed against Goro’s rim and it feels like her fingers might be about to cramp up. Ren gives a testing wiggle, feeling the slide of the lube easing the way, before her knuckles finally slide past. From there on it’s easy for Ren to work the rest of her hand inside. Goro’s hole swallows her up greedily, closing around her wrist and gripping her right where she is. Ren finds herself staring, overwhelmed between the sight in front of her and the warm pressure of Goro all around her hand.
“It’s in,” she whisper. “Goro, my whole fucking hand is inside you.”
“Oh fuck,” Goro whines, voice shaky enough that Ren is suddenly reminded of her earlier goal to make Goro cry.
There is a suspicious sheen across Goro’s eyes. Goro is furiously, desperately plucking at her nipples, head rolling from one side to the other on the pillow. Her hair is plastered to her cheek, sticking there as it dries, and there’s a feverish look to her face that Ren can relate to. This is a lot. She looks back down at her wrist disappearing into Goro’s tight pussy and feels frozen in time - held both physically and by the heartstrings that have bound themselves so tightly to the girl lying in front of her.
“It’s in,” Ren repeats. “Woah.”
“Ren.”
Goro shakes.
“Princess?”
“Fuck me, Ren.”
There is none of Goro’s usual regal demeanor in her voice right now. All she sounds is raw and desperate.
Ren pulls her hand out so she can close it into a fist proper and thrusts it back in. The position of the fist also relieves some of the cramping in Ren’s hand, which might be the reason why fisting is done with the fist and not an outstretched hand. Or maybe it’s a question of protecting the receiver’s insides from your nails. Ren doesn’t know, but it’s good. It feels good. She pushes her fist into Goro’s hole and starts fucking her in earnest now that she’s worked past the resistance.
Ren doesn’t know if the person that fucked Goro before her today has a real dick or a silicone one, but one thing is abundantly clear here - her fist is bigger either way. She is testing Goro’s limits, making her work for it, and Goro is blossoming under the attention. She is fully flushed from arousal, panting and writhing against the sheets as she abuses her tits, skin glowing with sweat and desire.
Ren takes Goro’s cock in hand as she keeps fucking Goro with her fist, jerking it in tandem with her thrusts. Goro moans and whimpers and begs.
“Please, please, oh, Ren, Joker, Joker-”
Ren strips her cock faster, watching the tension in Goro’s body rise like an incoming tide. She feels like there’s cotton in her ears, narrowing down any outside sounds to just Goro. She’s sweating from the exertion of fucking Goro - the endorphins flooding her brain with another level of positive feedback. The way Goro says her name, the way she says Joker , should be outlawed as a crime against humanity. Ren can’t be expected to cope with it. She knows that she’s going to dream about it for the nights to come and more.
It doesn’t take long for Goro to reach her second peak. There is too much stimulation on all ends. She cums with a shout, shooting stripes of white across her belly. As she does, she squeezes down like a vice around Ren’s fist, holding on to her own tits for dear life.
Ren takes her time removing her hand, not wanting to overdo it. She slips her fist out but leaves four fingers inside Goro for her to clench around. She feels out of breath - no, she is out of breath. Her and Goro’s harsh breath mingle in the quiet room as they come down. It’s nice. Ren mindlessly pets Goro’s thigh, drawing patterns against her skin just to touch her, and Goro lifts up on her elbows so she can better look at Ren, eyes glazed over.
“Hi,” Ren says, smiling at her.
“Mmh,” Goro grunts.
Ren leans forward to plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. Goro closes her eyes and hums, like she's happy. Her shoulders are fully relaxed for once. It quickly melts Ren's insides into a puddle. She wants to keep Goro like this. Soft and pliant and happy. She kisses Goro again, on the lips this time, tasting only contentement. Ren wants more time. She wants November 19th to never come. She will most likely put off sending the calling card to Sae until the latest possible date just to get a little bit longer with Goro.
Gently, Ren pulls out her fingers from Goro’s hole, one after the other. She tucks Goro’s hair behind her ear with her clean hand and leans it, lips brushing the shell of it.
“Think you have one more round in you, princess?” she asks.
Goro turns her head a little, breathing against the side of Ren’s face. Her lips ghost across Ren’s jaw, sending butterflies soaring through Ren’s chest. Ren’s heart clenches.
“Whatever you want,” Goro sighs. “Anything.”
She’s so close that Ren can’t see her face, and part of Ren is afraid to break the moment by leaning back. With her nose against Goro’s temple, she can smell Goro’s cherry blossom-scented conditioner and the hint of tea tree from her skin care. It mixes with Goro’s sweat in a delicate fragrance that makes Ren’s head spin.
The way Goro smells, the way she feels, is easier to focus on than her words.
“Anything?” Ren echoes, voice cracking.
She wants Goro - all of Goro. She wants the parts that Goro doesn’t show to the public and the parts that Goro doesn’t show to anyone. She wants to keep going on dates with Goro and be allowed to call them dates. She wants to hold Goro’s hand and kiss her and fuck her and she wants Goro to be her girlfriend and never touch another person. She wants to watch Goro tear shadows to shreds and enjoy it. She wants Goro to have never killed a person.
It feels greedy just formulating those thoughts. Ren knows that she’s going places that she shouldn’t, because none of what she wants is on the table. It would be taking advantage of Goro’s state of mind to get promises out of her now that Goro wouldn’t want or be able to keep. The sweet and submissive Goro that fits in her arms so perfectly is not the truest version of Goro, as nice as she feels.
As if to echo that thought, Ren feels Goro tense against her, like she’s making an effort to pull herself together.
“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it,” Ren says. “Just focus on yourself, yeah?” She kisses Goro’s temple. “What would make you feel good right now?”
“I don’t-” Goro groans, nuzzling Ren’s shoulder. “Fuck me, please.”
“Of course.” Ren kisses Goro’s cheek. “Give me a second.”
Ren disentangles herself from Goro’s arms, smiling to herself when Goro whines in protest. God, Goro is so cute when she’s fucked out. Ren goes to grab her backpack from the ground next to the mattress that Goro is still kneeling on and puts it down in front of her. She opens the zipper to reveal the four different dildos she has in there and grabs the harness for herself.
“Pick one, I’ll be back in a moment,” Ren promises.
Goro squeezes her knees together. Ren wonders if she’s feeling the emptiness in her pussy now that there’s nothing there to fill it. Ren’s own body is warm and humming. She doesn’t necessarily need to come more than the one time, but maybe she’ll grab the bullet vibe to go with the strap-on so that she can get off together with Goro. Coming to completion together sounds like the peak of romance right about now. There’s only so many times Ren can kiss the different parts of Goro’s face, after all.
Ren takes a quick trip to the bathroom to fasten the harness around her hips, keeping it just loose enough that she’ll be able to slide in whatever sex toy Goro chooses. Ren is still technically wearing a shirt, which is more of an inconvenience than anything at this point. She opts to leave it on the side of the sink, together with her sports bra. After washing her hands and splashing cold water on her face, Ren goes to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen and returns to the bedroom, prize in hand.
“You should drink something,” she informs Goro, taking a few sips from the bottle before presenting it to Goro.
Goro takes the water without complaining, lifting it up to her lips so she can drink big gulps of it. Ren retrieves it out of her hand when she’s done and screws the lid shut before putting it down.
Goro seems to have put the backpack aside in the time that Ren was milling about, leaving them with only her pick in dildo for Ren to fuck her with. It’s the red one, which is about as thick as three of Ren’s fingers laid flat and curves nicely so it can be used both for external and internal stimulation. It’s not the biggest cock Ren brought, but Goro is recovering from Ren’s fist right now, so it’s probably for the best. It also works as a vibrator with no need to add a bullet. Ren grins.
“Good choice,” she declares. “Red is both of our colors anyway.”
Ren didn’t know how much she needed to see Goro in red and white until she saw Goro’s Metaverse outfit, but it’s knowledge that she now keeps neatly tucked next to her list of facts about Goro that she collects like bugs to examine them under a microscope later.
“Help me put it on?” Ren asks.
Goro’s hands are quick and efficient despite everything. She looks slightly more present in her body after those few minutes of reprieve. As her fingers do quick work of the harness, getting the vibrator situated through the holster and helping Ren tighten the straps around her ass and thighs, Goro’s brow is slightly furrowed, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Ren tugs on one of the buckles testingly when she’s done, making sure everything is nicely snug.
“Perfect,” she states. “Thank you.”
She wiggles her hips a little, grinning when it makes her dick bob along with her movement.
Goro’s eyes immediately zero in on her cock. She doesn’t wait for instructions from Ren this time. In a practiced motion, like she’s done it a thousand times before, Goro tucks her hair over her ears and leans down to put her mouth on the silicone cock, eyelids fluttering shut. Her pretty pink mouth opens to take the dildo in, licking along the shaft to get it nice and wet. Ren's cunt clenches painfully.
"Fuck," she breathes.
It's never been a mystery that Goro has more experience sucking cock than she does eating pussy. As always, it makes the vipers in Ren's chest bare gleaming teeth.
However she feels about Goro's experience with oral sex, though, there's no denying that Goro is mindblowingly hot like this. Ren watches her with rapt attention. Wetness pools in Ren’s cunt with every bob of Goro’s head. She looks peaceful from this angle. Content.
Ren finds herself yearning for the ability to feel the velvety heat of Goro’s mouth around her as if the dildo was her clit. She wants to fuck Goro herself. Ren likes her body fine most days, but there’s that little part of her brain that wonders. She knows she looks good with a cock. She would probably feel good with one too. Goro pushes herself down on Ren’s cock, throat clicking like she’s suppressing her gag reflex. Ren thinks that that is the sort of thing that would make her come pretty much instantly were it any more than visuals and sound.
“Good girl,” she says, fingers sliding into Goro’s hair so she can grab a fistful of it and pull Goro off the dildo. “Good girl. Getting my dick wet for your pussy, mh?”
She tilts Goro’s head upwards so she can admire her spit-slick lips and dreamy gaze. She presses two fingers against Goro’s lips. Immediately, they part, allowing Ren to push her fingers inside Goro’s mouth. Her tongue is warm and eager against the digits. Goro sucks on them dutifully, keeping eye contact with Ren, and Ren smiles.
“Come up here.”
She pulls on Goro’s hair, guiding her back into a kneeling position so that Ren can kiss her. She doesn’t waste any time on chaste pecks. Goro’s mouth is here for Ren to ravish. She licks between Goro’s parted lips, biting down once on her bottom lip. Goro whines, pressing herself closer like she can’t get enough of Ren. Their tits press together in a soft slide that Ren didn’t realise she had been missing while she was fucking Goro with her shirt on.
Skin contact with Goro is electrifying. It feels like Ren is holding on to something too hot and her fingers are burning, mind screaming for her to let go, but she can’t drop it. Can’t break it. She has transcended the pain and the burn, until it’s only her senses heightened to the extreme and that knowledge that she can’t let go of Goro now because she’s long past the point of no return.
Ren would swallow Goro whole, if she could, and die happy when she killed her.
Never letting up on kissing her, Ren sits back so she can maneuver Goro onto her lap. Goro lets herself be guided easily. She obediently straddles Ren’s thighs, hovering over them while Ren runs a hand down her spine. She dips one finger between Goro’s cheeks, drawing a shiver and high-pitched whine out of the girl. Goro is still wet with lubricant, just from the sheet quantity Ren had squirted into her earlier.
Ren thinks that Goro’s lube is silicone-based, which isn’t great for using with silicone sex toys, she remembers, but some sacrifices must be made. She reaches blindly for the lube in her backpack that she knows is safe to use with all sex toys and coats her dick with it. She assumes that that will be enough.
“Time to ride, princess,” Ren says with a wink.
Goro gives her the tiniest glare, but she’s much more concerned with the sex than she is condemning Ren’s sense of humor right now. It’s part of the fun of being irritating to Goro while she’s in subspace. Sometimes, she will remember some of the shit Ren has said to her the next day and the absolute indignation and judgment she lets out in those moments is like fuel to Ren’s chaos.
With a hand on her hip, Ren helps guide Goro down onto her strap, eyes trained on her face. Goro’s thighs shake as she lowers herself. She lets Goro go at her own pace for this. Goro is bound to be sensitive from getting fisted, and Ren doesn’t want to overdo it. Not when it’s so fun to force Goro to drive herself to that point of overstimulation by herself. Goro hisses, expression drawn in a delectable mix between overstimulation and pleasure. Ren wants to kiss the furrow between her brows.
When finally, Goro is seated full on her strap, Ren leans back onto the mattress, holding her upper body up with only elbows. Like this, she has the perfect view of Goro, who follows her descent with a slightly desperate look in her eyes. She’s tired, Ren can tell. Her breasts quiver with every deep breath that Goro takes. The flush that is making her entire body a rosy pink extends down between her legs, where her cute cock is half-erect already and struggling to perk up again.
Goro presses her lips together fiercely. It looks like she’s keeping herself from saying something. Ren caresses her thigh from her hip bone down to her knee. On the way back up, she runs her knees along the heated skin, leaving white trails in her wake. Goro keens.
“Sit up just a little,” Ren instructs.
Slowly, Goro lifts herself up. She keeps the tip of the dildo inside her. It gives Ren enough space to reach for the base of her cock and press her thumb into the button that controls the vibrations of the dildo and turn it on. Immediately, a low hum starts up with the vibration of the base setting. Ren adjusts the dildo so that the base presses exactly where she wants it against her clit and sighs in satisfaction.
“Ah-” is all that comes out of Goro’s mouth, with a small shake of her shoulder like an uncontrollable shiver.
“Go on,” Ren says. “Show me how pretty you are riding my cock.” She smiles fondly and gives Goro’s dick a stroke that has Goro shudder again. “If you do a good job I might take over and fuck you into the mattress like you asked.”
“Ren-” Goro whines, tone pleading.
She lowers herself down on the dildo, then rises back up. Her hips sway back and forth a little as she does, like she’s testing the angle of the vibrator. Ren splays her hand against Goro’s lower abdomen, just feeling her there. She can’t feel the vibrations through Goro’s body right now but she wonders if she could, were she to turn the setting up to maximum. Goro lets out another broken sound, like the image of Ren holding her stomach is doing something for her. Her cock twitches.
It takes Goro a few moments to get a rhythm going. Her legs don’t seem to quite be cooperating with her as she lifts herself up and drops herself on Ren’s cock. Soon, though, she reaches back, using Ren’s thigh to support herself. Her back arches, drawing Ren’s eye to the scars on her ribs, then the curve of her breasts and soft stomach. Goro’s movements don’t quite become smooth, but they do get surer. She slowly fucks herself on the dildo, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Sometimes, Ren thinks about the fact that Goro knows how to pose for cameras. She isn’t quite a model in the way that Ann is, but she still had enough magazine shoots that she knows how to look cute, how to look smart, and how to look sexy. This is her looking sexy in a way that Ren doesn’t think Goro has ever had to perform for a photographer, but a veritable work of art anyway.
The vibrator sends sparks of pleasure through Ren’s clit that add a layer to watching Goro that she didn’t have before. As Goro picks up the pace, riding Ren faster, Ren’s toes curl with arousal. She lets the sight of Goro’s tits bouncing in time with the movement of her hips sear itself into her brain for future jerk-off material. Not wanting Goro to do the work entirely alone, Ren grinds upwards, meeting Goro with short thrusts upwards.
Goro moans, eyes squeezed shut. She takes what Ren gives her and meets her thrusts with her own movement. She fucks herself faster, visibly angling her hips in a way that tell Ren that Goro’s prostate is being grazed each time the strap-on slides in and out of her. As she does, her moans get louder. They’re short and punched out, dragged out of Goro’s throat every time she drops herself on Ren’s cock.
Her lips mold themselves around words that stay caught in Goro’s chest. Ren thinks she sees “please” in there. All of Goro’s air seems to be taken up to keep her going and bouncing up and down. The fact that she’s moaning through it seems more like an involuntary result than an attempt to be sexy, and that’s all the hotter.
She’s going harder now, faster, setting a punishing pace for herself that is making her thighs tremble and burn under Ren’s hand. It doesn’t take long before the rhythm takes its toll and Goro pauses incrementally. Taking a short, exhausted break, before continuing to ride Ren. Her nails dig into Ren’s hip where she’s supporting her weight. Her cock is nearly all the way hard, and when Ren reaches for it, she stops, hovering over Ren’s hips with the tip of the red dildo inside of her.
“Good girl,” Ren says.
Goro lets out a broken sob.
“Alright, alright,” Ren says. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you now.”
Goro peels her shaky limbs off of Ren’s lap. She crawls on the mattress next to Ren and drops her chest against the mattress, presenting her ass up in the air for Ren to take and admire. Ren holds the base of the vibrator and grinds against it a couple of times for relief before following. She turns the vibrator up a few settings, keeping the constant buzzing on rather than anything patterned, but adding more strength behind it.
Ren caresses the curve of Goro’s ass as she gets situated behind her. Goro’s face is smushed against the mattress with only the side of her face visible. There are a few more healed scars on Goro’s back that Ren knows must come from Mementos. Goro trembles under her touch as Ren traces them.
Ren runs the tip of the buzzing vibrator over Goro’s taint, smearing warm lube over it. The vibrations permeate into her palm as she holds it firmly in hand. Goro rocks her hips back greedily in an attempt to get Ren to fuck her, but Ren just moves with her. She rubs the tip over Goro’s hole once and draws back, watching it flutter and clench. Goro is loose and wet and pretty pink in a way that makes Ren want to lick her out.
Goro whines against the pillow, and Ren decides to finally take pity on her by slamming into her in one smooth go.
“Oh, oh-” Goro moans.
Her dick hangs hard and weeping between her legs. Ren pulls out and slams back in, making use of the entire length of the dildo to split Goro open. She takes hold of Goro’s hips, holding her with a bruising. Using them as leverage, she thrusts forward. This is not the time for slow and gentle anyway. The pace Ren sets is fast and brutal, and it draws keening moans out of Goro like from the broken neck of a water pitcher.
The strap-on presses up against Ren’s clit on every thrust forward. She can’t feel Goro clench around her, but she does feel very much in control. The dildo is an extension of herself that is driving Goro’s body further and further into the mattress. Its buzzing only intensifies the jolts of pleasure that slowly build in Ren’s gut. She can see Goro squirm from the assault on her prostate, but it’s also her own orgasm that’s building from this.
Goro reaches up as if to touch herself, and Ren immediately gives her ass a sharp slap.
“Ask me before you touch your clit,” Ren orders, feeling punch-drunk all over.
Goro’s arm drops back down on the mattress. A particularly hard snap of Ren’s hips has her hands clench into the bedsheets instead, and she just moans, no words forming from her mouth. Ren thrusts forward again, hard, and then stops, keeping Goro speared all the way on her cock.
“Beg for me, princess.”
“Ren, I-” Goro manages.
She presses her face further into the mattress. Ren pulls out and slams back in. Again, she holds. Goro whines desperately.
“Please,” Goro says. “Please let me touch myself.”
“Please let me touch myself daddy,” Ren corrects.
Goro’s hands go slack against the sheets. What little Ren can see of her face is contorted with desperate need. Goro breathes, hard. She turns her face to the other side, hair falling to hide the rest of her features. There is a tense shudder going down her spine, all the way from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back.
For a moment, Ren wonders if she fucked up. She remembers that Goro hates her father, even if Goro didn’t say much beyond how much she despises him for abandoning her and her mother. Maybe this is too much. Maybe Goro doesn’t think it’s hot. But then, Goro complies, pushing her hips back as she does.
“Please, daddy,” she begs. “Please let me touch myself, daddy. Please, I need it.”
“Good girl,” Ren praises.
She pulls out so she can turn the vibrator up to the highest setting and thrusts into Goro’s pussy with the desperation that comes with her orgasm being within arm’s reach. She fucks her hard, using her entire body to piston into Goro’s open hole. The force of her thrusts sends the mattress they are both on sliding across the room, little by little, but Ren doesn’t care. The mattress is silent, and even a creaking bed frame would be overshadowed by the way Goro is moaning.
“Please,” Goro keeps babbling even as she reaches between her legs to squeeze her dick. “Daddy, need you.”
Ren is a simple lesbian. Being called daddy by a beautiful girl while Ren is railing her is exactly what it takes to push her over the edge. She cums hard as she keeps fucking Goro. Her cunt clenches and contracts from the force of her orgasm, making her breathless. Fuck.
“Fuck, you’re so good, you feel so good,” Ren gets out between gritted teeth.
She slows down only for one moment to ride out the remaining pulses of pleasure. Then, slowly, she starts thrusting again, building the pace back up. Her clit feels oversensitive against the buzzing of the dildo, but Goro isn’t finished, and Ren isn’t cruel. She keeps going, driving her hips into Goro again and again. Goro’s hand is working her clit furiously now that Ren allowed her, and the back of her neck is a beautiful red.
“Daddy, daddy,” Goro moans as Ren fucks into her.
Ren can sense her edging closer to orgasm, so she angles her hips just so, making sure that she’s not only making this good from the drag of the cock inside her but also the continuous stimulation of her prostate. She presses one hand into Goro’s lower back for leverage and snaps forward, again and again, and again even when Goro’s entire body starts shaking from it.
Goro’s babbles soon dissolve into wordless moans again. She strips her cock in time with Ren fucking into her, which is how Ren notices that she’s cumming. Goro doesn’t get louder or stop moaning - she just drops her hand as her cock jerks and spurts, barely weeping more than a few drops of spent. Her shoulders stay pressed against the firm mattress and she whines in time with the movement of Ren’s cock.
Immediately, Ren slows down. Goro’s hole is clenching rhythmically around the strap-on. Her thighs are sticky with sweat. There is a wet spot next to Goro’s face on the pillows where she must have drooled. Ren grinds forward a few more times, her hold on Goro’s hips softening. She turns the vibrations off, and Goro’s relieved exhale joins her own. It makes Ren giggle.
“Damn.”
Right now, there aren’t many more words that Ren can say. She needs to recover first. Slowly, she pulls out of Goro entirely. Goro flops onto her side like a puppet whose strings have been cut. She throws an arm over her face, hiding her eyes from Ren, which is fine. Ren busies herself with undoing the buckles of the strap-on and sliding it off her hips. Then she eyes the bed critically. It’s a mess.
“We need to change the sheets, you can’t sleep in this.”
Goro doesn’t answer.
“Alright,” Ren says, more to herself than to Goro. “Aftercare.” She needs to clean things up for Goro and get her back to the land of the living so that Goro can bully her for her daddy kink. “I’ll be back in a moment, princess, alright? Not going far.”
Goro doesn’t protest, so Ren gets up and heads back to the bathroom, where she starts a bath for the both of them. Goro might have showered before this, but she’s definitely going to need to wash up again now that she’s covered in cum, lube, and sweat. While the bath is filling up, she comes back into the room to grab clean bedsheets from the drawer where she knows Goro keeps her one other set.
She places the folded up sheets next to the mattress and comes to kneel next to Goro’s prone body again. Ren runs her fingertips along Goro’s waist and hips, switching to gentle caresses at the thigh. Goro stirs ever-so-slightly but doesn’t move the arm from over her face. It would be worrying Ren if this was the first time, but it’s not. She knows that Goro needs a bit of time to reboot herself after intense sex, and that affection and touch help.
“Goro-chan,” Ren says. She slides her other hand into Goro’s hair, brushing it back gently. “Darling. I’m drawing a bath for both of us so we can get cleaned up. Do you think you can move to the bathroom with me?”
She does worry about Goro’s mental state in general, and moments like these don’t help, but Ren has read up on this and she knows that people come down from their subspaces differently. She doesn’t want to judge. She just keeps stroking Goro’s hair, listening to sounds of water filling the tub a room away.
Eventually, Goro removes her arm and blinks up blarily at Ren. She still doesn’t say anything, but she does sit up and lets Ren feed her some water from the bottle before following her to the bathroom. Ren gets them both rinsed under the shower spray, getting rid of most of the gross liquids clinging to their skins. Only then does she turn off the water from the tap and slide into the hot water. She helps Goro in after her, leaning back so that Goro can sit between her spread legs, back pressed to Ren’s front.
“You know I’ve got this teacher, right?” she starts, arms wrapped tightly around Goro’s torso. Her nose nuzzles against Goro’s temple. “He likes to throw chalk at students. I know, he sounds like a great person, every time I say this out loud to someone, they look mildly worried, it’s pretty funny.”
Ren presses a kiss to the soft skin behind Goro’s ear. Goro relaxes incrementally in her arms, slouching further into the warm water. Ren smiles.
“Anyway he likes to throw things at me specifically, because I’m a delinquent and whatnot,” she continues. “Well you’ll be happy to hear that all that dart practice means that I managed to completely avoid his throw today. I dodged it like a ninja, basically. Everyone in class was super impressed, they thought I was extremely smooth and cool.”
Goro lets out a low snort. Ren’s grin widens.
“We also studied some Kanji etymology, and guess which Kanji Ms. Kawakami asked me about? It was the Kanji for crow. She was comparing it to the Kanji for bird. It was pretty funny. I nearly texted you in class about it, but I figured you’d be busy.”
She keeps going like that for a while, mindlessly talking about school and things that would probably bore Goro to death usually. Goro keeps slowly relaxing into her arms, until Ren is holding a puddle of a girl and practically stopping her from drowning by sliding right into the water. This is her favorite part of Goro coming down - how mellow she becomes. She still isn’t talking, but she’s leaning into Ren and soaking up the affection like a cat. Ren is tempted to give her scritches behind her ears.
Ren finishes cleaning them both up and gets them out of the bath, leaving Goro to sit on a stool while she redresses the bed with clean linen. She throws the dirty sheets into the laundry for good measure, then goes to fetch Goro.
“Ta-da, clean bed,” she presents proudly.
Goro gives her a small smile that can only be described as fond, causing Ren’s heart to stutter a few beats. Goro pulls her nightdress from a pile of dirty clothes on the ground and slips it on (Ren has to look away in dismay). Then she goes to sit on the bed, beckoning Ren to follow her. Ren makes sure that both of their phones are charging before she joins Goro in bed. She doesn’t have a nightshirt like Goro, so she makes do with her own oversized shirt that Goro had been wearing earlier and a pair of boxershort.
As her back hits the mattress, Ren lets out a contented sigh. She pulls Goro into her arms immediately, taking her chance to cuddle Goro to sleep. Goro comes easily, looking somewhat amused by Ren’s antics.
Ren considers kissing her. They’re still close enough to sex that it might be okay, she thinks. She’s not making things weird yet. So Ren leans in and presses her lips to Goro’s, gently cradling the back of her head as she does. Her heart hums with contentment. This time, there’s no rush. She can just savor the moment. Goro is soft and warm against her. Goro hooks one of her bare legs around Ren’s, as if to keep her there, and they kiss.
They kiss for a long time, until Ren has to blink back sleepiness. Goro’s proximity is doing a great job at keeping any unwelcome thoughts at bay. There’s no need to think about the Phantom Thieves meeting tomorrow, because right now, it’s just Ren and Goro in bed, enjoying each other’s company. They’re not Joker and Crow. They are two teenage girls who like to kiss on the mouth sometimes. Ren giggles to herself against Goro’s cheek.
After a long silence, Goro finally clears her throat, drawing Ren out of the sleepy stupor she had been starting to fall into. Ren yawns, rubbing her eyes, and hums questioningly.
“I win,” Goro says.
Ren blinks. Immediately, her sense of competitiveness kicks in. She doesn’t yet know what Goro thinks that she just won at, but no she didn’t. She squints her eyes at Goro in the dark.
“What?”
Goro grins back at her, her teeth gleaming white. There’s a cocky look on her face that, together with the dry tone in Goro’s voice, tells Ren that Goro is back to normal now.
“You promised you would make me cry,” Goro explains smugly. “And you didn’t. I didn’t cry. So I win.”
Ren turns onto her back brusquely, stricken. Shit. She stares at the ceiling unseeingly. Goro is right. Ren managed a lot of things, but the promise that she made explicitly she didn’t fulfill. Annoyance flares up in her, both at herself for not achieving her goal, and at Goro for calling her out on it when Ren literally had her begging and screaming to be fucked.
Next to her, Goro is waiting with that self-satisfied smirk on her face that drives Ren up the walls. Ren turns back to face her with her best poker face. She holds Goro’s gaze. They can both see well enough in the dark that there is no excuse to lose that staring contest.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I not fuck you good enough?” Ren asks. “Please, give me your requests for next time, then. I’ll be sure to add them into my performance.”
Goro chuckles. Ren thinks that she’s a little flushed in the face, but it’s hard to tell.
“Eight out of ten,” Goro says, drawing out each syllable.
Ren pounces on her.
She still doesn’t manage to make Goro cry that evening, but she does get a fourth orgasm out of her, which gets her grade updated to a nine. Goro doesn't even bully her for her daddy kink.
In fact, she doesn't bring it up at all.