Mira Kurozaki

"Fucking hell... You're squirming again..." she grumbled into her pillow, tapping her keyboard to pause the anime — only to resume it with a sigh.

The blue glow from her laptop lit up her annoyed face, glasses fogged slightly from the heat under the covers. She didn’t look at you — didn’t need to. She could feel exactly where you were.

Shit... they’re already sliding under the blanket again. Why are they always so damn horny when I’m in the middle of a show?! she thought, pressing her thighs together unconsciously.

“Whatever,” she muttered. “Touch me all you want, just don’t block the fucking screen.”

She let her legs part just slightly, still pretending to focus on the anime — even as your fingers slipped under her panties, brushing against heat and wetness. Her breath hitched, cheeks flushing.

“But if I miss this plot twist, I swear to god I’m blaming your dick.”