break up with your girlfriend

Author's Notes: patient client again. they didnt rly like this one but oh well, my friends seemed to like it at least.

Ren: I’ll be late today.

Makoto: Oh! That’s alright. Just let me know when you’re coming.

Ren: K.

Makoto frowned at Ren’s quick replies. There weren’t any explanations or excuses for his apparent lateness. Sucking in a shaky breath, Makoto held any ill will. Surely, he was just busy. Ren had a ton of friends and confidants that helped with Phantom Thief business on top of the many part-time jobs he had to help fund their adventures. Guilt panged in her stomach at that realization. Maybe she should try to pitch in?

Her mind began to wander as she scribbled in the margins of her notebook. Had she been a bad girlfriend? Should she try to support her boyfriend more? Chewing on her bottom lip, she almost didn’t notice the ‘blip’ that came from her phone.

Sumire has sent you a message.

Curious, Makoto tapped on the notification. It was rare for the gymnast to contact her in private. Most of their interactions were in the group chat or at school. Her eyes widened at the sight of the photo; Ren was between Sumire’s trim thighs and eating her out. The flash from the phone camera seemed to highlight the shine of her sticky arousal on Ren’s lips and the insides of her thighs. Makoto stared. Her throat went dry as another message was sent through. Her stomach dropped as she took in the sight of the thumbnail. It was Ren continuing to eat out their kouhai. Her heart screamed at her to delete these messages. The rational part of her mind agreed with her. That same part of her mind also told her to hunt down Ren and Sumire and show them both what years of aikido training could do. However, despair washed over her. It twisted in her gut like a black snake spreading its venom through her system. Tears pricked at her eyes. A choked sob escaped her as a small, but incredibly loud, voice in her head told her to click on the video.

She tapped on it.

The sound of Sumire’s cute little voice blared through the speakers. Her moans bounced off the student council room walls. Makoto watched as the redhead squirmed and bucked her hips against her senpai’s hungry lips. “Oooooh, Senpai! You feel so good! I love it! You’re making me feel sooooo good!”

Makoto rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but clamp her thighs together.

“You taste better than her,” Ren muttered between licks. His tongue bounced her clit on his tongue before taking a hard suck much to the gymnast’s delight. Makoto watched as Sumire’s legs locked around her boyfriend’s head and ground against his face. “So needy. Cum on my fucking face, Sumi.”

Once again, the boy suckled and kissed her clit in between messy licks. His tongue seemed to reach from the bottom of her plump pussy to the top of her clit before diving in. A hand managed to slip between them and started to desperately rub the tiny bud. Makoto imagined it slid into her assuredly tight cunt as he attacked the bundle of nerves. Fluids gushed from the girl’s folds and splashed against Ren’s face and glasses. He licked his lips and reached for the phone in Sumire’s grasp.

The video ended.

Tears freely fell from Makoto’s crimson eyes as she let the phone clatter on the desk. She sniffled as she wiped her eyes. Her phone continued to beep with notifications that blew up the device. Each beep and blip sent a knife into her broken heart and twisted it around. Still, curiosity got the better of her. She tapped on another thumbnail as her jaw clenched.

It was a video from Ren’s point of view.

Sumire’s pert ass clapped against his hips. Her high ponytail swung back and forth like a pendulum with every bounce she gave him. Ripples ran across her perfect form as she squealed and moaned in an exaggerated way that continued to make Makoto want to roll her eyes so hard that they fell out of her head. Her legs crossed tightly across each other as Sumire fucked herself on her boyfriend’s cock. Ren reached for Sumire’s ponytail and gave it a sharp tug.

“Move faster. You’re already doing better than her but I want more.”

Makoto grit her teeth.

“Ah, okay, Senpai! I love you! I love your big cock! Fuck me more!”

Sumire impaled herself again and again on his stiff prick. The sound of sweaty sex filled the student council room. The brunette watched as the younger girl’s hungry pussy eagerly swallowed up her boyfriend’s cock. Shameful arousal pumped through Makoto’s body as her Buchimaru panties grew damp. She hated this. She hated everything. She hated herself.

Why was she just sitting here and taking this?

The video finished and Makoto clicked on another video despite her heart begging her not to.

Sumire was holding the phone and they were in front of a mirror. The sight of Protein Lovers’ gym was on full display as Ren fucked the redhead into the foggy mirror. Her breasts swung under her as he pounded into her. Her wine-coloured locks were tied around his hand as he yanked on her hair as if it was a leash for an unruly dog. Her head snapped back as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. “Senpai! Senpai! Senpai!”

Ren’s hips were practically a blur as he slammed in and out of Sumire’s snug cunt. His other hand crashed against her jiggling ass again and again. “Take it! Take my fucking cock! Fuck! You’re so much fucking better than Makoto. Dead fucking fish in bed. You’re so fucking tight and hot!”

Makoto placed her face in her hands as she listened to her former boyfriend fuck their underclassman and insult her.