I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Emily had him by the shirt, kissing him hard enough that whatever smart comment Arthur was about to make died instantly in his throat.

All day, the tension had been accumulating. Something had always interrupted them before they could go too far—the public riverwalk, the car, the crowded family dinner. Now, there was finally a shut door between them and everyone else. The frustration poured directly into the opening kiss. Emily pushed into him with a fierce impatience, and Arthur’s hands went straight to her ass.

Arthur let her push him backward for a few steps before he caught her waist and turned her hard against the door.

”Mmph,” Emily hummed into the kiss, a quiet, pleased sound. Her grip tightened instantly behind his neck, pulling him closer, the messy kiss turning noticeably rougher. Arthur squeezed her ass firmly through the fabric of her trousers, pressing her flush against him. Their breathing was already coming faster, the air catching between their lips, the solid thud of Emily’s shoulders against the wood echoing faintly in the quiet room.

Their shirts came off almost incidentally. Emily shoved Arthur’s shirt backward off his shoulders between kisses, and he dragged hers upward over her head a moment later, neither of them caring where the fabric landed.

The moment Arthur had his hands on her bare breasts, the frantic pace slowed. He massaged her warm tits, squeezing the soft flesh while his mouth trailed wet kisses down her jaw and neck. He pinched her stiff nipples. Emily tried to keep her breathing controlled, but the sharp friction drew a ragged sound from her throat. She pulled him closer when his fingers rubbed hard over her nipple, then gently tugged his hair when he lingered deliberately too long in one place.

Arthur found a spot on her neck and stayed there, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a dark mark. Emily realized what he was doing midway through and gave his hair a sharper, warning pull, but the motion only brought his mouth right back up to hers.

Finally tired of being held against the door, Emily shoved him toward the bed.

Arthur’s knees hit the mattress, and he pulled her down with him. They tumbled into the sheets, drawing one brief, breathless laugh from the messy landing before they were instantly kissing again. They rolled together across the tangled blanket. Hands grasped at waistbands, shoving trousers and underwear down and kicking them off the edge of the bed until there was nothing left between them.

Arthur managed to use his weight to get Emily underneath him. He pinned her wrists flat against the mattress beside her head.

Emily looked up at him. She knew exactly why he was smiling.

”Don’t.”

Arthur didn’t answer. He smiled wider and leaned down to kiss her.

Arthur finally had her beneath him, and this time he refused to hurry. He kissed his way slowly down the column of her neck, moving lower across her chest. His hands returned to her tits, the nipple pinching becoming noticeably firmer as her reactions sharpened. Emily kept trying to grab his shoulders and drag him back upward. Arthur kept slipping away from her grip, his mouth drifting lower.

Arthur moved between her legs and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

At first, Emily was acutely aware that her family was still somewhere in the compound. She tried desperately to keep her breathing controlled, swallowing her reactions.

When Arthur’s tongue pushed inside her wetness, her breath hitched and stopped for a full beat. Her fingers tightened fiercely into the sheets, and her thighs tensed around his head. She managed the initial surge of pleasure quietly.

Then Arthur continued.

Emily’s grip abandoned the sheets and moved directly into his hair, her fingers tangling tightly into the strands. Her legs drew closer, pulling him in, and her breathing began coming through her nose in increasingly uneven bursts.

Her first real sound slipped out despite her desperate effort to suppress it.

”Nnh...”

She instantly remembered the house and pressed her lips tightly together, trying to regain control.

Arthur noticed the shift. He deliberately slowed his tongue, breaking the rhythm.

The teasing drew a much stronger reaction. Her hand tightened painfully in his hair.

”Arthur.”

It was a warning, but Arthur ignored it and continued. He sucked her clit relentlessly, drawing her out of her controlled state. Her hips started lifting instinctively against his mouth. Her attempts at silence deteriorated from controlled breathing to swallowed moans, the damp heat between them slick with arousal and saliva.

The bed shifted steadily beneath her involuntary movements.

”Fuck...” she gasped, her control fracturing.

Her grip in his hair tightened agonizingly. Her attempts to suppress her noise stopped working entirely. She gave up trying to push him away and instead tried to pull him impossibly closer.

”Ah—!”

The orgasm hit her hard. Her thighs suddenly clamped tight against his head, her breath shattering completely into a ragged gasp. Her fingers pulled his hair hard enough to actually hurt. A loud, completely unguarded moan tore from her throat as her muscles contracted violently around his tongue. She shook through the heavy aftershocks, taking several ragged breaths where Arthur’s continued contact was almost too sensitive to bear.

Arthur shifted upward and looked down at her. His expression was smug as hell.

That single look was the exact reason Emily finally reached down, grabbed him by the shoulders, and forcefully dragged him back up.

She pulled him into a rough, messy kiss. She was deeply flushed, her chest heaving as she fought for air. Arthur tasted his own saliva and her wetness as their mouths collided.

Arthur settled between her thighs and paused.

Emily noticed. She didn’t ask if he was sure. She wrapped her arms around his back and drew him closer.

”Keep going.”

Arthur pushed his hard cock inside her wet pussy.

The first moments were slow, carrying a deep, heavy friction. Arthur watched her face closely. Emily gripped his shoulders firmly, her breath catching sharply in her throat as she stretched to accommodate him.

There was a brief pause. Arthur held still, letting her body adjust to the thick pressure. Her nails dug lightly into his skin, and then she let out a long, slow breath. She tilted her hips upward.

Arthur began thrusting slowly. For the first dozen strokes, it was a careful, measured glide, skin sliding hotly against skin. But as the initial unfamiliarity faded, the hesitation in Emily’s body vanished with it. After several deep thrusts, she started meeting him rather than simply accepting his pace. Her legs drew closer around his waist, changing how tightly their bodies pressed together.

Arthur thrust deeper, and this time she met him without hesitation.

His hands remained active. One hand slid beneath her waist, gripping her ass to help pull her into the downward thrusts. The other hand returned to her bare breast, massaging the soft flesh and pinching her nipple while the intercourse continued.

”Ah—fuck, Arthur...”

Arthur kissed her, partly because he wanted to taste her again and partly because she was getting dangerously loud.

The fast thrusts continued underneath the sloppy, desperate kissing. Emily kept trying to bury her louder moans against Arthur’s mouth or the side of his neck. Sweat began to sheen on their skin, making their bodies slide more easily against each other, and the wooden bedframe developed a steady, loud creak beneath them.

Their movement grew rougher, the wet slap of skin filling the room.

Arthur looked down at Emily, flushed beneath him, clinging to him, and clearly enjoying herself despite her repeated attempts to stay quiet.

His smugness returned in full force.

”I really should’ve tried this during training,” Arthur whispered against her ear.

Emily’s eyes snapped open.

Arthur instantly knew he had fucked up.

Emily hooked him suddenly and rolled them before Arthur could react.

One moment Arthur was enjoying himself; the next, he was flat on his back, and Emily was straddling his hips.

She caught her breath above him, her brown eyes dark. ”You were talking.”

Emily took over, her wet pussy sliding up and down his shaft as she looked down at him.

Arthur absolutely did not behave like a defeated man. He let her establish the pace, but his hands immediately settled onto her thighs, sliding up to grip her hips and ass. He watched her move, squeezing the firm flesh.

When Emily leaned forward, Arthur’s hands moved back to her tits, massaging them and rolling her nipples while she rode him. The sharp spike of pleasure disrupted Emily’s pace. She reacted strongly enough that one downward movement lost its smooth timing.

Arthur noticed. Emily saw that he noticed.

Her pace became less measured, her breathing losing its controlled cadence. She leaned forward more often, her hands changing from being planted deliberately on Arthur’s chest to gripping his shoulders tightly.

Arthur squeezed her ass again, his palm stinging warmly as he swung.

SMACK.

”Ah!” Emily jerked. A loud moan broke loose from her chest, and she stared down at him.

Arthur briefly wondered whether he had miscalculated.

Emily stared at him for another heartbeat, then resumed riding him even harder.

Emily bent closer, and Arthur began meeting her pace actively from underneath. One hand alternated between gripping her ass and steadying her hip, while the other stayed at her breast. Their kissing deteriorated into wet, broken gasps. Emily bit down hard on his shoulder when staying quiet stopped working.

The heavy bed movement, the slick slap of skin contact, broken vocal sounds, and Arthur’s ragged breathing drowned out Emily’s increasingly unsuccessful attempts to stay quiet.

”Nnh—”

”Fuck... yes,” she gasped out, the words tumbling freely as she leaned closer. ”Fuck me...”

Arthur thrust deeper, his hips snapping up faster.

Emily reacted immediately, her fingers digging painfully into his arms. ”Don’t slow down.”

He didn’t answer. He just drove in harder.

Her thighs started shaking uncontrollably. She leaned her entire weight onto Arthur’s chest. Her voice became completely unguarded.

The climax hit while she was pressed close against him. Her body locked up rigid, her grip on his shoulders tightening agonizingly.

”Ah... fuck!”

The loud moan she had been swallowing finally tore out of her throat as her inner walls clamped down hard on his cock, violent contractions milking his shaft.

Arthur kept her tight against him through the strongest pulses. He was already dangerously near his own limit. He held on only a few thrusts longer, feeling the intense pressure finally break.

At the last possible second, he pulled his cock out of her pussy, his breathing breaking into a rough, exhausted groan as he shot hot cum across her stomach and thighs.

Everything stopped.

They remained exactly where they collapsed. For several long breaths, there was only the sound of ragged, heavy panting in the quiet room. Sweat cooled on their skin. The sheets were hopelessly tangled beneath them. Emily lay partly sprawled across his chest, too exhausted to move, while Arthur’s hand rested limply on her back.

The bed finally stopped moving.

As the silence stretched, the rest of the house suddenly became audible again.

Distant footsteps clicked down a hallway. A voice murmured faintly. A door shut with a faint click.

Emily slowly lifted her head and looked toward the shared wall. She realized exactly how fucking loud they had just been.

Arthur saw the realization dawn on her face, and his mouth started curling upward.

Emily clamped her hand firmly over his mouth before he could get a single word out.

Arthur laughed silently against her palm.

Emily eventually rolled partly off him, lying flat on her back beside him. She stared at the ceiling for several seconds.

”You fight tomorrow.”

Arthur stared at her. ”Now you remember?”

She ignored that.

Arthur shifted his leg and discovered that, yes, this was probably terrible physical preparation for tomorrow. ”If I lose, I’m blaming you.”

”You were a willing participant,” Emily pointed out, her breathing leveling out.

Arthur glanced around at the completely wrecked sheets and the discarded clothes.

”Still better than the academy bench.”

WHUMP.

A pillow slammed into his face. He caught the second one before it hit, laughing quietly in the dark room. Emily gave up, pulled the tangled blanket over them both, and lay back down.

Arthur was still smiling when she reached over and turned off the lamp.