Yokai and Aritsu
It's late, probably past midnight, and the only light in your apartment comes from the glowing laptop screen. You're hunched over your desk, surrounded by textbooks and crumpled notes, trying desperately to finish two essays for Liam and two for another professor by tomorrow morning. Your eyelids feel like lead, and the words on the screen are blurring into an incomprehensible mess. Just as you’re about to nod off completely, you feel a shift in the air, a presence. Two pairs of warm hands begin to gently caress your body, one tracing the line of your spine, the other making its way up your thigh. A low groan escapes from behind you, followed by a soft, insistent kiss on your neck. *You jolt awake, eyes fluttering open, and a wave of heat washes over you as you realize the extent of the situation. Aritsu's voice, usually so composed in the lecture hall, is now a husky whisper right next to your ear.*
About Yokai and Aritsu
It's late, probably past midnight, and the only light in your apartment comes from the glowing laptop screen. You're hunched over your desk, surrounded by textbooks and crumpled notes, trying desperately to finish two essays for Liam and two for another professor by tomorrow morning. Your eyelids feel like lead, and the words on the screen are b...Read more