Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 505: I Missed You Too I Guess (Part 1) (R-18)

Summer trembled at Don's words, her breath hitching as his fingers stilled against her soaked panties. 'What does he mean? But I...' Her thoughts tangled, pulse hammering in her throat.

Her fingers twitched against the table, knuckles pale as she swallowed hard. "J-just be... uhm... careful..." she stammered, cheeks burning as she squeezed her thighs together again, the sticky friction making her shiver. "It's... that time of the month... so..."

Don's fingers paused against her damp panties, the heat of her skin searing through the soaked fabric. Well, fuck. But his voice came out smooth, low—controlled. "Don't worry... we're not doing anything we haven't before."

Summer's breath hitched once more, her thighs trembling where they pressed together, slick skin sticking stubbornly.

But then, slowly, her knees parted again, the sticky resistance between her thighs peeling apart with a soft, wet sound sound as she exhaled a shaky, "O-okay..."

Don's fingers pressed harder against her soaked panties, the damp fabric clinging to her folds as he rubbed slow, sensual circles, the wet sound muffled but obscenely loud in Summer's ears.

His other hand tightened on her hip, fingers digging into the flesh as he leaned into her again, his chest once again flush against her bare back. The rough fabric of his shirt scraped over her sweat-slick skin, the heat between them stifling.

"I-I know, okay!" Summer blurted, her voice cracking as her cheeks burned crimson. Her hips jerked forward instinctively—ah~—grinding against his palm, the sticky friction wringing a shudder from her.

Don's lips brushed the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing the damp skin just enough to make her shiver. "You know... I thought you were avoiding me," he murmured, voice rough as his fingers curled against her soaked panties. "Maybe finally found yourself a guy to text late at night."

Before she could gasp, his fingertip flicked against her clit through the thin fabric—mn~!—the sharp little jolt wringing a wet, shuddering moan from her throat.

Summer's hips jerked forward—ah~ ah~—her thighs clamping around his wrist as her fingers scrambled against the table.

Summer tilted her head back with a shaky exhale—ah~—exposing the flushed column of her throat as Don's teeth scraped higher, his tongue hot and wet against her pulse.

"That's not—mn~—true," she muffled into her own wrist, hips jerking when his fingers suddenly pressed her clit tight between them, rubbing in slow, teasing motion.

Don's lips dragged up the side of her neck, his teeth catching briefly on her earlobe before his breath scalded her ear. "So I'm the only guy who gets to bother you?" His voice was rough, low, the words vibrating against her damp skin.

Summer's hips rocked back, grinding slow against his fingers, the soaked fabric of her panties clinging obscenely as she whimpered.

"Y-yeah... other guys are scared of me because of you," Summer gasped, her back arching as Don's fingers worked faster, her thighs trembling where they spread wider. A little drool slicked her lower lip, her breath coming in short, wet pants as her hips jerked. "N-not like I need some dumb boyfriend anyway..."

Don smirked against her neck, his teeth dragging over the flushed skin before his tongue laved over the bite. "Because you have me?" His voice was thick, fingers pressing harder against her clit through the soaked fabric, the sound obscenely wet as her juices soaked through.

"Shut up!" Summer gasped, her cheeks burning crimson as she squirmed against him. Don pulled away from her neck with a wet slrrp of saliva, his fingers still working circles against her soaked panties.

His other hand left her hip, sliding up her sweat-slick back before tangling in her hair. He tilted her head back roughly, forcing her to face him—her breath came in hot, uneven huff-pants against his lips, her blue eyes darting away the second they met his.

A thin strand of drool stretched between her lower lip and her wrist where she'd bitten down earlier.

Don's grip tightened in her hair, forcing her head back further before sliding down to her chin, only to cup her jaw, fingers pressing into the flushed skin.

His thumb dragged over her lower lip, smearing the thin strand of drool before he crushed his mouth against hers, passionate and insistent, his tongue sliding past her parted lips with a wet noise.

Summer's thighs clamped around his wrist, her hips jerking as his fingers kept rubbing—ah~ mn~—her clit through the soaked fabric, the sticky friction wringing a muffled moan from her throat.

Summer moaned mid-kiss—mmfph~—her hips jerking as Don's fingers kept rubbing, the soaked fabric clinging obscenely. "I'm about to—ah~—mn~—" she muffled against his lips, drool slicking her chin as her thighs trembled harder.

Summer's body locked up—ah~!—her thighs clamping hard around Don's wrist as her back arched off the table. Wetness gushed against his fingers, soaking through her panties with a sticky squelch~, her hips jerking in tiny, desperate circles.

Don's mouth stayed locked over hers, swallowing every whimper—mmfph~ mm~—as her nails scraped the table, her toes curling in her socks.

Her clit throbbed under his relentless fingers—ah~ ah~—each rub sending another hot pulse of pleasure up her spine.

Drool dripped down her chin, her breath coming in ragged huff-pants against his lips as her hips stuttered.

Don's fingers finally pulled away from her soaked panties with a low wet noise, leaving Summer's thighs trembling as her hips twitched forward, chasing the lost friction.

His grip in her hair loosened, letting her slump forward with a shaky exhale, her breasts pressing into the table, nipples stiff against the cool surface.

Sweat-slick skin stuck to the wood as she panted, drool still clinging to her chin in thin, glistening strands. Her legs wobbled, knees threatening to buckle as Don stepped back, his own breath hot and uneven against her shoulder.

Summer's chest heaved—huff~ huff~—her sweat-slick skin sticking to the table as she caught her breath.

'Why'd I cum so hard in front of him?' Her thoughts swam, thighs still twitching, the sticky wetness between them still clinging obscenely.

She turned her head, peeling her cheek off the damp wood, only to freeze.

Don had lowered his bottoms, his cock jutting out—thick, flushed, already glistening at the tip with pre-cum.

Her breath stuttered, eyes widening as she gulped, throat bobbing.

Don met her gaze—dark, heavy—his fingers wrapping around his cock with a slow, casual squeeze.

Pre-cum smeared thick over his thumb as he stroked upward, the swollen head glistening under the dim light.

"Look at what you do to me sis," he muttered, his voice rough. "Rock hard just from touching you." His thumb swiped over the slit, spreading the sticky wetness as Summer's breath hitched.

Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them unconsciously. 'It's like that… because of me…' The thought coiled hot in her stomach, her thighs pressing together at the slick mess still clinging between them.

Summer gulped, her throat bobbing as she looked away, fingers fidgeting against the damp table. "D-do you... want me to... suck you off or something...?"

The words tumbled out in a shaky whisper, her cheeks burning hotter than the sweat-slick skin between her thighs.

Don's grip tightened around his cock, a thick bead of pre-cum welling at the tip as his thumb smeared it down the shaft.

"I'd love to feel your mouth wrapped around me right now," he replied, his voice rough, hips twitching forward slightly.

"Shut up," Summer breathed, cheeks burning as she looked down, her fingers curling. "D-don't say embarrassing stuff like that…" Her voice wavered, but her body moved anyway, legs wobbling as she slid off the table.

Sweat-slick thighs stuck together with every shaky step, her breasts bouncing heavily, nipples stiff and aching as she closed the distance between them.

Her knees hit the floor with a soft thud once she reached him, the impact jostling her tits, swaying them just inches from Don's cock.

Summer stared at Don's cock—thick, flushed, veins bulging—and gulped, her throat bobbing. A fat bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, the musky scent making her nostrils flare. She dragged her gaze up to meet his, lips parting with a shaky exhale.

"I-I'm starting now," she whispered, voice trembling.

Don nodded, fingers sliding into her hair, gripping tight enough to make her scalp prickle.

Summer leaned in, tongue darting out, ready to take his cock.