Hiro from the anime Soul Eater

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“Seriously?” Maka said, flitting her eyes between the license and Hiro’s hesitantly hopeful expression.

Hiro had run a few dozen scenarios through his head about how this was going to play out; disbelief, disgust, amusement. But resigned annoyance was better than he’d ever hoped for. “Fine,” she said with a sigh and a shake of her head, “how do you want to do this?”

Hiro tucked his tongue back into his jaw as he scanned the area they were in, the stairs leading up to the Academy. “Uh, up against that railing. Grab it with both hands and uh, present yourself.” He gulped as she turned around and did as he asked, amateurishly presenting his tush to him.

Hiro was hit by a bolt of adventurousness as he put the license away. “Use your hand to pull your skirt up, and show me your panties.” The matter-of-factness of the motion and sight of her snow white underdrawers together nearly made Hiro hard enough to rip through his pants, and he could barely coordinate his hands enough to properly pull her panties down. He caught a whiff of her mound on the way down, and shuddered.

“So, I have to ask, why me?” Maka asked, looking back at him over her shoulder as he composed himself and began fumbling with the hem of his pants.

“Well, uh…” He started off, letting his pants fall to the ground. You have the hardest head I know. If this’ll work on you, it’ll work on anyone. “I just wanted to see if you were a good citizen.”

Maka scoffed. “Whatever.” She said, followed by a squeal as he abruptly entered her. Hiro let out a burst of air as her insides clamped down around his cock, and her face turned bright red as he began inching up to a steady rhythm. “I’ve never, *pant*, done this before, I’m not really sure how to--!” Maka cut off with a squeak as Hiro grabbed her pigtails and used her hair as leverage to thrust deeper into the girl’s passage.

“Just hold on and enjoy the ride!” He cried, and Maka reluctantly acquiesced. She adjusted her grip on the railing and spread her legs farther apart. Hiro found himself cutting loose and thrusting with wanton abandon, riding high on Maka’s moans and the pure power hiding in his pants pocket. “Call, call yourself a slut!”

“What?!”

“Beg for it like a slut! Admit it!”

Maka puffed her crimson cheeks out in indignation. “Do me! Do me, *pant*, faster! Do me like a slut! Which I am!”

Hiro sweatdropped, and his pace slowed a bit. “That was kinda… weak.”

Maka looked at him angrily, shaking his hands off her pigtails. “I don’t know! I told you I hadn’t done this before!”

Hiro rubbed his hand along her svelte sides while he chewed his lip, coming to a rest on her pert bottom as it smacked against his pelvis. The pleasure haze made it hard to think, but he wasn’t going to miss this chance. He wanted to garnish the experience. He wanted to hear this girl say things she’d never, ever say to anyone else, just because he had a license.

“Speak like a, like a valley girl!” He spat out.

She cocked her head and squealed from a deep thrust, whipping her head back around to the front. She made eye contact with a girl gently stroking herself through her jeans. Maka ignored her as she furrowed her brow and tried to get Hiro’s words past scrambling synapses. “Um, like this? Like I’m a Hollywood sex doll, like I’m so tan I’ve bleached away all my brains?”

“Yes! Like that!” Hiro said, amping up his pace.

“Oh my god, *pant,* you’re so hunky! None of the other studs will fuck me like this!” She yelled, with barely a mind for her acting skill.

“They’re crazy! To miss out on fucking your brains away!”

“I can barely think anymore! My brain’s leaking out! It’s lubing your cock! My own brains are, are fucking me raw!”

Hiro let out a final yell and pushed Maka’s butt down, sliding out his cock with a pop and spewing his load all over the back of her uniform. He came again and again, clocking four spurts before his member gave up the ghost. He stood there and panted as he tried to recuperate, while Maka sat on her knees and did the same.

Hiro looked up and blushed as the small crowd dispersed, then looked back down at Maka to lock eyes with her.

“Was it good for you?” He asked shyly.

Maka cocked her head non-commitally, thought she couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, I guess. I just wish I came too.”

Hiro’s own smile faltered under the weight of sudden guilt, and he reached out a hand to her. “I could always—”

“Yo! There you are!” Called a voice from further down the stairwell. Hiro looked, but he recognized the voice.

Sure enough, Soul came to a stop in front of them and leaned against the railing. “My bad, if I knew you were having so much fun I would’ve taken my time.” He teased.

Maka chucked a rock at his forehead even as she giggled. She got to her feet and pulled up her panties, then attempted to look at her back. “How bad is it?”

Soul held his chin between two fingers. “Pretty bad. Hope you’re not planning on waiting in any lines.”

“You suck.” Maka sighed. “Alright then, I’m headed home to change.” She smiled at Hiro, then departed.

Hiro watched her go, fingering the license in his pocket while Soul continued climbing up the stairs.

*Written by Phoenix