Reborn in Classroom Of The Elite With A Lust System

It's been two long days since the incident with the A-rank and I haven't had a chance to speak with Yuta. The relentless rain has kept us apart, and every time I venture to his room, he is nowhere to be found. Even my texts go unanswered, leaving me yearning for him even more.

I can feel the ache deep in my core, and without thinking twice, my hand finds its way between my thighs. My fingers begin to circle and tease, my thoughts consumed by the desire for him.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I imagined Yuta's strong hands on my body. The tension had been building for days, and now it threatened to overwhelm me. I closed my eyes, picturing his intense gaze, the way his muscles flexed when he moved.

Suddenly, a knock at the door jolted me back to reality. I quickly adjusted my clothing, trying to compose myself.

"Who is it?" I called out, my voice slightly shaky.

"It's me," came Yuta's deep voice from the other side.

My heart raced. After days of absence, he was finally here. I took a deep breath and opened the door, coming face to face with the man who had been consuming my thoughts.

"Yuta," I breathed, drinking in the sight of him. "Where have you been?" 

"Oh I was busy with issues you know. The house of fire has been increasing security inside and since I am the leader of the first years, I had no choice but to be present."

His Heterochromia eyes met mine, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "I'm sorry I've been out of touch," he said, his voice low. "May I come in?"

I stepped aside, letting him enter. The air between us crackled with tension as he moved past me, his scent enveloping me. I closed the door, my hand lingering on the handle as I tried to steady my racing heart. 

"You miss me or something Kikyo? You texted me so many times?" 

I turned to face him, my cheeks flushing. "I... yes, I missed you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was worried." 

"Worried? Why?" 

"I don't know."

Yuta's eyes softened as he took a step closer to me. "You don't need to worry about me, Kikyo," he said, his voice gentle. "I can take care of myself."

I nodded, unable to find my voice as he drew nearer. The air between us felt charged, electric. My earlier arousal, interrupted by his arrival, began to stir again.

"But I appreciate your concern," he continued, now close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. "It's... nice to be missed."

His gaze dropped to my lips, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he raised a hand to cup my cheek. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Kikyo, you look beautiful." he murmured, his voice husky.

I felt my breath hitch at his words, my skin tingling where his hand rested on my cheek. The tension that had been building over the past two days seemed to crescendo in this moment.

"Yuta," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "I..."

Without warning, his lips crash onto mine, igniting a wildfire of desire within me. The kiss is fierce and passionate, fueled by days of pent-up longing and unspoken feelings. My hands roam hungrily over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt as my body presses flush against his.

Yuta's arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us. Our clothes act as mere barriers to the intense heat radiating from our bodies. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring and dominating with a hunger that mirrors my own.

I melt into his embrace, my body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I gasp as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bed. 

Yuta lays me down gently, his heterochromatic eyes burning with desire as they rake over my form. He hovers above me, his breath hot against my neck as he whispers, "I think I have been in your mind for quite a while now. Then it's only fair for me to please you right."

I could only nod, words failing me as desire coursed through my veins. Yuta's lips curved into a knowing smirk before he dipped his head, trailing kisses along my jawline and down my neck. His teeth grazed my pulse point, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

His hands slid under my shirt, caressing the sensitive skin of my stomach before slowly inching higher. I arched into his touch, craving more. With deft movements, he removed my top, his eyes darkening as they took in the sight of my exposed skin. 

"My woman..."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. Yuta's eyes roamed over my body, drinking in every curve and contour. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet utterly desired under his intense gaze.

"You're exquisite," he murmured, his voice husky with want.

His hands skimmed along my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I arched into his touch, craving more. Yuta lowered his head, trailing hot kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. His tongue darted out, tasting my skin, and I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips.

"Yuta," I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He looked up at me, his mismatched eyes dark with passion. "Tell me what you want, Kikyo, tell me in detailed." he commanded softly. 

I hesitated, my cheeks flushing with a mix of desire and shyness. But the intensity in Yuta's gaze emboldened me.

"I want... I want to feel your hands all over me," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. "I want your lips on my skin, tasting every inch. I want you inside me, filling me completely." 

"Good girl. From now on you will be just my bitch."

I couldn't help but shiver at Yuta's commanding tone, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through me. His words ignited a fire deep within, making me ache for his touch even more.

Yuta's hands roamed my body with purpose, leaving trails of heat in their wake. He deftly removed the rest of my clothing, his eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin. I felt vulnerable yet empowered under his intense gaze.

"Beautiful," he murmured, before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

His mouth moved down my neck, nipping and sucking at sensitive spots that made me gasp and arch against him. Yuta took his time, exploring my body with lips and tongue, savoring every reaction he coaxed from me.

As his mouth made its way down to my breast, I let out an involuntary moan, unable to contain my pleasure. His tongue danced across my nipple, teasing and tantalizing before he captured it between his teeth with just the right amount of pressure. I couldn't help but arch my back off the bed, reveling in the intensity of his touch.

He intensified his sucking, sending waves of ecstasy through me. My muscles tensed and my toes curled as I reached the peak of climax.

"Ahhh fuck, I'm cumming," I cried out, overcome with pleasure and desire under his skillful ministrations.

I couldn't believe the intensity of the sensation as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Yuta didn't relent, continuing to lavish attention on my sensitive peaks as I shuddered through my climax.

When the tremors finally subsided, he lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Such a bad girl I need to discipline you," he said, his voice low and husky.

"I'm sorry..."

"What a beautiful pussy you have Kikyo. Already so wet." He said his face just an inch away from it.

His warm breath teased my sensitive folds as he hovered so close. I shivered in anticipation, my body still tingling from my recent climax. 

"Please..." I whimpered, desperate for his touch.

Yuta chuckled darkly. "Begging already? I've barely started with you."

Without warning, he flattened his tongue against my slick entrance and licked a slow, torturous stripe up to my clit. I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. He gripped my thighs firmly, holding me in place as he continued his sweet torture.

His clever tongue swirled and flicked, sending jolts of pleasure through me with each movement. I tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him closer. He obliged, sealing his lips around my sensitive bud and sucking gently.

"Oh god, Yuta!" I gasped, my back arching off the bed.

He hummed in approval, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my core. His fingers dug into my thighs as he doubled his efforts, alternating between long, languid licks and quick flicks of his tongue.

I could feel the pressure building again, my thighs beginning to tremble. Yuta sensed how close I was and slipped two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

"You can cum," he murmured against my flesh. "Let me taste you."

His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over me, my body shuddering with the force of my release. Yuta lapped up every drop, working me through the aftershocks until I weakly pushed at his shoulders.

Yuta withdrew slowly, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he gazed up at me. His heterochromatic eyes gleamed with desire and something deeper, more primal. He licked his lips, savoring my taste.

"You taste so good, you might have the best pussy out of all women I have been with." he murmured, his voice husky with want.

I felt a mix of arousal and jealousy at his words, my mind briefly wondering about the other women he'd been with. But as Yuta crawled up my body, his muscular form hovering over me, all other thoughts fled.

"But you're the only one I want right now," he growled, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

I could taste myself on his tongue, and it only heightened my desire. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders and down his back, marveling at the hard planes of muscle. 

Yuta's kiss intensified, his tongue exploring my mouth with passionate urgency. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I ached to feel him inside me. My hands slid down to his waist, tugging at his pants impatiently.

He chuckled against my lips, pulling back slightly. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased. 

"Please, Yuta," I whimpered, my body on fire with need. "I want you. All of you."

"Mmm, such a needy little slut," he murmured, his hand lightly slapping my cheek.

A surge of excitement coursed through me at his words and actions. I couldn't hide the lust in my eyes as I bit my lip in anticipation.

"Yes," I gasped. "I'm your needy slut."

Yuta's eyes darkened with lust. In one swift motion, he removed his remaining clothes, his impressive length springing free. I couldn't help but stare, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness fluttering in my stomach.

"It's so big, thick and veiny..." My gaze fixated on his throbbing member, hungry for it to be inside of me.

"Like what you see?" Yuta smirked, noticing my intense stare. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, slowly stroking it. "This is all for you, Kikyo."

I licked my lips, mesmerized by the sight. "Please," I whimpered, spreading my legs wider in invitation. "I need you inside me."

Yuta positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance. "You want this?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Tell me how badly you want it."

"So badly," I moaned, trying to push my hips towards him. "Please, Yuta. I need you to fill me up. Make me yours."

With a growl, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. I cried out at the sudden fullness, my walls stretching to accommodate his size. 

"God, you're so tight," he breathed, remaining still for a moment to let me adjust.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Move," I pleaded. "Please, I need you to move."

Yuta began to thrust, starting with slow, deep strokes that had me gasping. He gradually picked up the pace, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. I raked my nails down his back, lost in the pleasure coursing through me.

"You feel so good," Yuta panted, his breath hot against my neck. "So perfect for me."

I arched my back, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Harder," I begged. "Faster, please!"

I felt his hand grabbed my neck. His fingers tightened around my throat, not enough to cut off my air but with just the right pressure to make my pulse race. The possessive gesture sent a thrill through me.

"You want it harder?" Yuta growled. "I'll give you harder."

He slammed into me with renewed vigor, each thrust driving deeper than before. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our gasps and moans. The new angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke.

"Oh god, Yuta!" I cried out, my voice strained from the pressure on my throat. "Yes, just like that!"

His grip tightened slightly as he pounded into me relentlessly. The combination of pleasure and the slight edge of danger from his hand on my neck was intoxicating. 

I could feel myself rapidly approaching the edge, every nerve ending on fire. Yuta's breath was hot against my ear as he groaned with each thrust. 

My body was overcome with intense pleasure, waves of electricity surging through me as I experienced my first orgasm. As I rode the wave, I couldn't believe how incredible it felt, and before I knew it, another one hit me even stronger than the last.

The sensations were wild and uncontrollable, each climax surpassing the one before it in ecstasy. My mind was consumed by pure bliss and I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure as the intensity continued to escalate with each subsequent climax.

Yuta's relentless pace continued, driving me to heights of pleasure I had never experienced before. My body trembled, oversensitized from multiple orgasms, yet still craving more.

"You're insatiable," Yuta growled, his voice strained with effort and desire. "Such a greedy little bitch."

I could only moan in response, my mind hazy with ecstasy. Yuta's hand moved from my throat to my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck. His lips latched onto the sensitive skin, sucking and biting, marking me as his.

The slight pain mixed with pleasure sent another jolt through my system. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his back as I felt another climax building.

"Yuta," I gasped, "I'm close... again..."

He responded by increasing his pace even further, his hips slamming against mine with bruising force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our shared moans and gasps.

"Then cum for me," Yuta commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are."

His words pushed me over the edge once more. My body arched against him as the orgasm tore through me, more intense than any before. I cried out his name, my vision going white as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Yuta groaned deeply, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls clenched around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his body shuddering as he found his own release. 

he feeling of his hot seed filling me prolonged my pleasure, drawing out soft whimpers from my lips. 

He pulled out of me. 

"You look beautiful like this Kikyo." 

I lay there, breathless and trembling, my body still tingling from the intensity of our encounter. Yuta's words washed over me, filling me with a warm glow of satisfaction.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying out in pleasure. 

"Kikyo...clean me." 

Exhausted but eager to please, I nodded and shifted my position. With trembling hands, I grasped Yuta's still-hard length. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to taste the mixture of our essences coating him.

Yuta's hand tangled in my hair, guiding me. "That's it," he murmured. "Clean every inch."

I took him into my mouth, savoring the unique flavor. My tongue swirled around his shaft as I bobbed my head, determined to fulfill his request. Yuta's grip tightened in my hair as he let out a low groan.

"Good girl, you are quite skillful at this." he praised. 

I felt a surge of pride at his words, redoubling my efforts to please him. My tongue traced the prominent veins along his shaft, savoring every ridge and contour. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I took him deeper into my throat.

Yuta's hips began to move, thrusting gently into my mouth. "That's it," he growled. "Take it all."

I relaxed my throat, allowing him to slide in further. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I suppressed my gag reflex, determined to take all of him. My hands caressed his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under my touch.

"Fuck, Kikyo," Yuta groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. "Your mouth feels incredible."

I continued my ministrations, encouraged by Yuta's praise and the sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. My tongue swirled around his shaft as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each movement. I could feel him swelling in my mouth, growing even harder.

Yuta's hips began to thrust more forcefully, his grip on my hair tightening as he took control. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to use my mouth as he pleased. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I fought against my gag reflex, determined to please him.

"Such a good little cocksucker," Yuta growled, his voice strained with pleasure. "You were made for this, weren't you?"

I moaned around him in response, the vibrations causing him to groan deeply. His thrusts became more erratic, and I knew he was close. I doubled my efforts.

Yuta's grip on my hair tightened almost painfully as his hips bucked wildly. With a guttural moan, he reached his peak, spilling himself down my eager throat. I swallowed greedily, drinking down every last drop he had to offer.

'He taste so good.'

I continued to gently suck and lick Yuta clean as his orgasm subsided, not wanting to waste a single drop. His grip in my hair loosened, becoming almost tender as he stroked my head.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. "You took it all so well."

I released him from my mouth with a soft pop, looking up at him through my lashes. 

"Did I please you?" I asked softly, my voice slightly hoarse.

Yuta's lips curved into a smirk. "Very much so," he replied, his thumb tracing my swollen lower lip. "You're quite talented with that pretty mouth of yours." 

"Thank you," I whispered, a flush of pride warming my cheeks at his praise.

But then his hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air supply ever so slightly.

"Look at your face, Kikyo," he murmured, his tone both commanding and admiring. "Swollen lips, saliva and cum drooling from it." The rawness of his words sent shivers down my spine, reminding me just how much I craved his dominance and approval.

I gazed up at Yuta, my breath shallow from his grip on my throat. His mismatched eyes burned with intensity as they raked over my face, taking in every detail of my debauched appearance.

"You look perfect like this," he growled, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "Marked and claimed as mine."

A whimper escaped me at his possessive words. My body, still sensitive from our previous activities, thrummed with renewed desire.

Yuta's grip loosened slightly, allowing me to draw in a shaky breath. "Tell me, Kikyo," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," I gasped out, my voice hoarse. "Only you, Yuta."

A satisfied smirk played across his lips. "Good girl," he purred, releasing my throat to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed gently over my skin, a stark contrast to his earlier roughness.

I leaned into his touch, craving more of his attention. My body still thrummed with desire, despite our previous activities. Yuta seemed to sense this, his eyes darkening as they roamed over my form.

"Such an insatiable little thing," he murmured, his voice husky. "Do you want more, Kikyo?"

I nodded eagerly, "Please, Yuta," I whimpered, arching into his touch. "I need you."

He chuckled darkly, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. "What do you need, my little pet?" His breath was hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. 

"Everything," I breathed. "Anything you'll give me." 

"Well let's go take a shower then." 

Yuta's suggestion of a shower sent a thrill through me. I nodded eagerly, allowing him to guide me off the bed and towards the bathroom. His strong arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me as my legs trembled slightly from our previous activities.

The cool tiles beneath my feet were a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Yuta's body. He reached into the shower, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. Steam began to fill the small space as he turned back to me, his mismatched eyes roaming over my body with unabashed desire.

"Get in," he commanded softly, his voice low and husky.

I obeyed, stepping under the warm spray. The water cascaded over my skin, soothing my aching muscles. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back to let the water run through my hair.

A moment later, I felt Yuta's presence behind me, his chest pressing against my back as he joined me under the shower. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I shivered despite the warm water, feeling the hard planes of his body against my softer curves.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I nodded, unable to form words as his hands began to roam my body. He reached for the soap, working it into a lather before running his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, cleaning away the sweat and evidence of our lovemaking while simultaneously igniting my desire anew.

Yuta took his time, meticulously washing every inch of my skin. When his hands cupped my breasts, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my neck where his lips now rested. His thumbs circled my nipples teasingly as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder.

"So responsive," he whispered appreciatively. "I love how your body reacts to my touch."

I leaned back into him, craving more contact. One of his hands drifted lower, skating across my stomach before dipping between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers found my sensitive flesh, still swollen from our earlier activities.

"Yuta," I breathed, my hips instinctively rocking against his hand.

"Shh," he soothed, his other arm wrapping more tightly around my waist to steady me. 

His skilled fingers worked me higher, building the pleasure slowly but steadily. The warm water cascading over us added to the sensual atmosphere, steam rising around our entwined bodies. I let my head fall back against Yuta's shoulder, surrendering completely to his ministrations.

His lips found my neck again, sucking gently at my pulse point as his fingers maintained their exquisite rhythm. I could feel the evidence of his own arousal pressing insistently against my lower back.

My breaths came faster as tension coiled low in my belly. Yuta sensed how close I was, increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Let go for me. I've got you."

With a cry of ecstasy, I shattered in his arms. My body trembled as waves of pleasure washed over me, Yuta's skilled fingers working me through every aftershock. He held me tightly against his chest, murmuring words of praise and affection as I slowly came down from my high.

As my breathing steadied, I turned in his arms to face him. Water cascaded down his chiseled form, making his skin glisten. I reached up to trace the planes of his face, marveling at his beauty. 

With an insatiable desire and passion between us, we continued our intense love-making session for hours on end, the only interruption being the occasional pause to catch our breath. And even as the weekend rolled in, we continued it.