Watanabe You x Love Live! 67P (Patreon)

Watanabe You stood nervously at the doorstep of the black man’s house, her light greyish-brown hair tied neatly, her blue eyes sharp but hiding a flicker of something hotter beneath. She adjusted her uniform—white shirt, neckerchief, grey pleated skirt—feeling the weight of her decision. The door creaked open, and there he was, towering, his presence filling the space. His eyes raked over her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“You came,” he said, his voice deep, almost a growl. She nodded, biting her lip, her anger simmering just below the surface. He stepped aside, letting her in, and she walked past him, her skirt swishing with every step. The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. She turned to face him, her arms crossed, her expression defiant.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she snapped, her voice sharp. He smirked, closing the distance between them in two strides. His hands were on her waist, pulling her close, and she gasped, her anger flaring. “Don’t—!” she started, but his lips crashed onto hers, cutting her off. She struggled for a moment, her fists pounding against his chest, but then her body betrayed her, melting into his touch.

His hands were everywhere, tearing at her uniform, the sound of fabric ripping filling the room. Her shirt was off, her skirt pooled at her feet, and she stood there. He stepped back, admiring her, his cock already hard, straining against his pants. She glared at him, her cheeks flushed, but her pussy was wet, betraying her desire.

“Fuck you,” she spat, but her voice was shaky. He chuckled, pulling her onto the bed, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide. She moaned as his tongue found her clit, her back arching off the bed. “Ah! N-no! Stop!” she cried, but her hips bucked against his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair. He didn’t stop, his tongue working her until she came with a scream, her body trembling.

Before she could recover, he was on top of her, his cock pressing against her entrance. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he pushed inside, filling her completely. “Ah! Fuck! It’s too much!” she cried, but her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. He pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. She came again, her pussy clenching around him, her moans loud and unrestrained.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. She clawed at his back, her anger giving way to pure pleasure. “Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice breaking. He obliged, filling her with his seed, her body shuddering as she came one last time. They collapsed together, breathless, her anger gone, replaced by a sated exhaustion.