4134 words. Written 19.11.2024
Author here. Here’s a bonus chapter for Madara’s birthday — fitting since it’s Christmas: happy holidays, and thanks to the few still sticking around.
I’ve been writing this story for over two years, and I won’t lie — it’s frustrating when it feels like I’m shouting into the void. If you’re enjoying it, let me know. But at this point, I don’t care. I’ve made my final decision, and nothing will change it. So don’t bother. 🤷
Writing for myself only goes so far, and I’m seriously rethinking posting altogether. Screaming into the void isn’t worth the time, so I’ll quit publishing on these platforms. My personal 📍 Lesya7 Neocities site will collect the remaining chapters without notifications or updates. Now I don’t give a fuck about anything, so I am doing this for myself.
⚡️ I’ve logged out of Wattpad and AO3 and will no longer be checking them. From January 2025, there will be no updates on these platforms — no new chapters, notifications, or Insta stories.
P. S. Ignore the last question. I wrote it on November 19th. Don’t bother responding — it’s not relevant anymore.
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Haruko and Madara had been officially dating for several months, and their love grew stronger with each passing day. Today was a special occasion, as it marked Madara's 25th birthday. Their relationship was intense, fueled by a passionate devotion that burned brightly within them both. They were inseparable, drawn together like magnets by a powerful, all-consuming force.
On his birthday, I was determined to make it unforgettable. Creating a memorable night filled with passion and surprise was my goal — one that would ignite the flames of our relationship and stimulate our imaginations. Our love has never cooled, but I craved fresh ideas and adventures to keep things vibrant and thrilling. So, I set out to plan the perfect celebration for my beloved.
Despite the time, our shared moments remain filled with joy and laughter. Our once chaotic and unpredictable days of fucking have settled into a natural rhythm, and the spark between us remains strong. Madara has always been insatiable, never ceasing to desire me, and honestly, I don't mind one bit. However, with Madara's demanding job and the responsibilities of daily life, there are times when our schedules collide, and intimacy takes a backseat. But not tonight. Tonight is special; after all, it's his birthday. It will be unforgettable — 25 wishes, 25 secret wishes straight from my "dirty play" list. Whatever he craves, I will give it to him without hesitation or question.
The night is ours to indulge in each other's passions, and nothing else matters except fulfilling every one of his fantasies.
Haruko planned everything meticulously, beginning with a relaxing gift — a day at the spa. She understood that I needed to unwind before we moved on to her surprise plans. As we lounged in plush robes and sipped herbal tea, I could feel the tension gradually dissipating from my body, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. It was the perfect way to recharge and connect before embarking on our next adventure together. A feeling of anticipation weighed on me as I observed her, trying to decipher the thoughts swirling in her mind. Her plans for us seemed special, but I couldn't quite grasp what they were. Haruko's eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curled into a playful smile, hinting that whatever she had in store for us would be a feast. My curiosity intensified with each passing moment, as I wondered what rewards awaited us in the future.
The warmth of Christmas festivities with loved ones gradually fades into the background, leaving only the stillness of the evening. In this quiet moment, we embrace a celebration that is uniquely ours. The air hums with electricity as I catch that familiar glint in her gaze and feel the tension building between us. The soft glow of holiday lights twinkles in the distance, casting a romantic aura over our secluded setting. Although we are alone, the magic season envelops us, heightening the anticipation of what is about to unfold.
💭 Madara expects a simple birthday surprise, but little does he know that the true present I have in store for him is about to unleash like a raging storm.
She handed me a small box, a warm smile illuminating her face. Eagerly, I opened it, my heart swelling with gratitude for all she had done for me. Inside was a beautifully personalized watch, my name engraved on the back and a heartfelt message from her etched onto the dial: "Did you like it, Madara?" Haruko asked, her voice brimming with excitement. "Ah, it looks amazing, honey," I replied, kissing her cheek in appreciation. This was truly a special and meaningful gift that I would always cherish. As I traced my fingers over the engraving, I felt the depth of her love for me.
💭 I watched Haruko, and my heart swelled with a quiet love for her. It wasn't merely about tonight or her touch; it encompassed everything we had built together. Each laugh, every shared glance, and every quiet evening spent in each other's arms contributed to our connection. Rather than simply surrendering to our urges, tonight was about celebrating the depth of our bond.
The space between us continues to shrink, and her perfume wafts toward me — warm and floral, reminiscent of jasmine carried on a summer breeze. It evokes a memory of her laughter from earlier in the evening, light and unburdened before this moment transformed into something entirely different.
Tentatively, I lift my hand, brushing the back of my knuckles against her cheek. Her skin is cool from the crisp winter air, but warmth radiates beneath it, drawing me closer like a flame in the darkness. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut as if savoring the connection.
Her skin felt incredibly soft beneath my fingertips, compelling me to trace every curve and contour. I could hear the mellow gasps of air escaping her lips, synchronizing with my breath, and sending shivers down my spine.
The tension crackles in the air, electric and undeniable. My thumb instinctively glides along the curve of her jaw. A faint smile dances on her lips as she teases, "You're so hot, Madara. It's impossible to think straight when you're this close."
"And I don't mind," I reply, my voice low as I close the final inch of space between us.
But just as the moment heightens, Haruko grins mischievously and pulls back slightly, breaking the spell. "Wait, wait," she says, reaching for the drawer. "We're going to do this properly."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. She produces a small stack of colorful, slightly crumpled cards, holding them out like a dealer presenting his hand. "You get to pick the first wish," she announces, her eyes sparkling excitedly.
I take the stack from her, flipping through the cards before pausing at the first one. The bold scrawl of typewriting greets me: "Edge me. Take me to the edge, over and over, until I can't take it anymore."
"Oh, fuck, Haruko," I mutter, a chuckle escaping me as I look up at her. Naughtiness danced in her gaze, and her lips quirked with amusement. "This is going to be fun."
"Do you think you can handle me?" she taunts, her tone playful yet challenging.
"Handle you?" I murmur, leaning closer until our breaths mingle. "You underestimate me. But perhaps... that's what I love about you. The fire. The challenge. You make me want to prove it."
Her gaze meets mine, and for a brief moment, the air thickens — not merely with lust but with the weight of all that remains unspoken. "We'll see," she whispers, daring me with her smile.
As the coupon flutters from my hand to the floor, her lips brush against my jaw — tentative yet certain. There is a quiet need in the gesture that leaves my breath hitching. My fingers weave through her hair, drawing her closer as I savor the moment, embracing the playfulness and promise of what lies ahead.
Time feels suspended when our lips finally meet, the kiss starting softly but quickly deepening. Her hands glide up my abdomen. One by one, she unbuttons my black shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a faint thud, anchoring us at the moment as her heartbeat syncs with mine. She is what I need - the spark, the laughter, and the warmth of who she is.
Our lips crash together in a fervent kiss, her hands gliding up my bare chest, sending a rush of warmth through my body. She bites my nipple and kisses my neck, sending chills down my spine and causing my eyes to shut. The closeness I crave is more than physical. Just as if her heartbeat syncs with mine, her warmth anchoring me to a reality I never knew I needed.
Music drifted from the room, enhancing the sensual ambiance. With every touch and tease, my form quivered with yen, eager to be pushed to the edge repeatedly by Haruko's skilled hands. It was a fascinating game of gratification and control, and I couldn't wait to see where it would lead us. I lowered myself onto the chair, with Haruko kneeling in front of me.
I unbuckled my jeans, watching her movements as she prepared to touch me, my heart racing with anticipation.
She quickly pulls them down and pours lubricant onto her hands, slicking them up as she begins to stroke my throbbing dick. With each glide of her hands, the connection between us grows stronger.
Her teasing caresses send shivers and electric jolts through my entire frame. My breath stutters, and I groan through clenched teeth, "God, Haruko... your touch drives me insane."
💭 My body betrayed me, every nerve screaming for release as Haruko's brush teased and denied. A bead of sweat rolled down my temple, mingling with the cool air. I clenched my fists, willing myself to endure, even as my breath came in shallow, ragged gasps.
💭 Haruko's mind. Madara groans helplessly, my appetite reaching a fever pitch as I feel my cunt growing wet with anticipation. An inferno of lust engulfs me, igniting every nerve ending in my shape. My bones quiver with a burning yearning for him, my insatiable hunger for his grunts, his muscular build drawing me in like a magnet, his throbbing shaft sending my flesh into overdrive. Every inch of me is drenched with arousal for Madara, who drives me to the brink of madness. Damn, Madara. He consumes me, and I fucking love it.
"Mmm... your heavy breathing drives me wild, Madara," she murmurs, her lips brushing my ear as her fingers expertly massage my balls with deliberate care. Her other hand glides along my length, spreading my pre-cum across every inch. "Ah, babe... Mm...~ it feels so good... I can't take it..."
Haruko lost control, too engrossed in delight to remember to edge. Then, abruptly, she stopped, denying me release just as I was about to ejaculate.
💭 Every inch of me was ablaze, yearning for release; yet the way she held me — taunting, controlling — had me submerged in a different kind of ecstasy. My frame was crying for liberation, but it was her control, her dominance over me, that left me yearning in ways I never thought possible.
I gasped for air and begged her to continue. Haruko only grinned devilry as she traced her fingertip across my frenulum, teasing it with feather-like strokes, my body jerked, helpless under her control.
"Please...don't stop..." I pleaded, my whole shape trembling with need. And then she started again, alternating between slow and fast movements that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. One thought consumed my mind: I needed to cum. And finally, after what felt like an eternity of torture, she gave in and let me jizz. My head fell back against the chair, my face contorted in ecstasy as I tried to catch my breath, and my throat parched from all the growls and huffs that escaped it during this intense edging session. My build shook with enjoyment, every nerve on fire as Haruko skillfully milked me dry. Her hand gripped me tightly, her fingers coated in my essence. She delicately wiped her palm clean, the lingering taste of me making her smile with satisfaction.
Haruko leaned over and pressed her lips against mine. "Holy shit..." I gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts as her warm breath fanned over my muzzle.
"Honey, you never fail to make me lose control. It's overwhelming," I gasped, struggling to catch my breath.
She panted into my mouth, her need and lust evident in every graze and kiss. I couldn't get enough of her vigor; my reactions only fueled her yearning further.
"Find another love coupon, my dear... one that promises to make me scream with glee. Madara, you have no idea how incredibly aroused and wet you've made me. Every movement between my thighs sends waves of slickness through my body, begging to be touched by your skilled fingers."
She let out a desperate sigh, and upon hearing her words, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, my hands exploring her curves fervently as she straddled my lap. Our heavy breaths mingled in the air, filled with desperation and longing. I selected a new coupon, this one titled "Mirror Play. Let's do it in front of the mirror, watching each other the whole time."
Haruko's gaze meets mine as she bites her lip seductively. Dressed in red, she wears a sheer robe that barely covers her black lingerie. My hunger for her is irresistible.
"I know exactly what I want to do next," I whispered, my hands eagerly tracing her form. I gently cradled her in my arms as I carried her to the spacious living room, where a large mirror adorned one wall.
I move closer, my hands gliding over her skin, reverently exploring every inch of her. As I do, I feel the rhythm of her curves, the way they resonate beneath my touch. There is no hesitation. I have been with her before, yet she still possesses the power to make me lose control. With a wicked grin, I trail my fingers down the curve of her thigh. Gently, I set her down on the cozy bed, positioning her above me and removing all of her clothes, spreading her legs apart.
💭 Her eyes are wide, watching me, and the tension between us crackles in the air. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, I feel a raw vulnerability, an openness I have never allowed myself to experience before. At that moment, it was not just about the pleasure we were sharing — it was about everything she had given me and everything I had given her. Our love was present in every nudge, every glance, and every breath we shared.
"Look at yourself, Haruko," I whispered, savoring the sight of her naked form.
She resembled a masterpiece, exuding desperation and drenched in desire. "You're a work of art. So fucking horny...I adore this view of you." With a wicked grin, I traced my thumbs along her skin, maddening and stirring her up before plunging them inside her without warning.
"Observe all my motions as I fingerfuck you wildly right now," I growled, reveling in the satisfying sounds of her wails.
"Ah yes, Madara! Do it now!" she gasps, her frame arching against my hand as I slide my fingers inside her without warning, reveling in the sounds she makes and the way her flesh responds.
Her gaze flickers to the mirror beside us, and I follow her line of sight, observing her body move beneath my hands. Seeing her reflection consolidates the heat, her whines reverberating back to us, boosting our senses. Focusing on her, I make sure she knows how much I adore her, just how much she drives me insane.
💭 He thrust his finger into my throbbing snatch, my skeleton aching for more as I whimpered and arched my back in euphoria. My flesh longed to be filled, craving the sensation of being utterly consumed. I let out a deep, guttural snarl and huffed desperately, as I felt his touch on my moist mound. The slick sound of my pussy echoed in the quiet room as Madara's skilled fingertips delved deeper into me, igniting a flamy thrill that surged through every nerve in my bones. I felt a fiery yearning inside that he knew exactly how to ignite. As I writhed beneath him, the sensation of his skilled digits exploring my most intimate parts made me even more wet and aroused.
With a low lament and a huff of breath, she eagerly awaited my exploration. She quivered with anticipation as I withdrew my middle finger from her warm, slick core. The evidence of her arousal glistened on my palm, leaving a trail of clear, clammy fluid in its wake.
💭 Mirror reflections become an integral part of the experience — not just her figure but the raw, unguarded reaction she has to me. It's intoxicating, and I can't tear myself away. Each touch, each gasp, becomes a fragment of this twisted yet achingly beautiful moment, where we both lose ourselves completely to the heat of our connection.
I gently lifted Haruko's chin to meet my gaze. Her eyes were partially closed but still fixed on the mirror ahead of us. She whispered my name softly, her voice laced with longing.
"It's so dirty... Madara..." She growled, my voice husky with desire. "And I enjoy every inch of it." I savored the taste of her wetness on my digits before plunging them back into her luscious depths. With a deft hand, I slid my fingers between her pink folds, seeking out her clitoris. Her body trembled with ecstasy as I found just the right spot and began to caress it in circular motions. She let out a moan and arched her back, her skin covered in goosebumps from my touch. I couldn't help but chuckle at her visible desperation for more. "You're so flawless, sinful angel; I love you," I whispered into her ear, nipping at her neck as we watched our actions reflected in the mirror.
"Your contours are mesmerizing, darling." I kissed her, allowing her to savor the remnants of her moisture on my lips.
She drew closer to ecstasy with every flick of my thumb. "Ohh...Madara, yes...Faster..." she gasped, urging me on. "I am about to cum..." I quickened my pace, reveling in the sounds of her joy and the sight of her writhing beneath me.
As Haruko sat between my legs, her hips quivered with each movement of my fingertips. I held her tightly against me, feeling her muscles tense and release as she experienced a powerful orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and her head fell back as she let out a loud grumble. Her legs buckled against mine, but I continued to caress her for a while, lost in the force of our connection. Her figure trembled from overstimulation as she became increasingly sensitive. Her breaths were shallow as she climaxed harder than ever before.
She gasped for air, whispering praises and declarations of amazement at the pleasure I had given her. We were consumed by one another, lost in the transcendent sensation of being entwined. As her pulse quickened and she surrendered in my arms, I knew that she was mine, body and soul. She caught her breath, Haruko gasped, and whispered, "You're amazing, Madara... my love... I am on cloud nine..." The release of tension and the intensity of our zeal still made Haruko tremble.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I watched her lie on the cot, completely spent and breathless. With a flick of my wrist, I picked another coupon from the pile on the nightstand. This one read "Favorite Position."
I chuckled at the suggestive text before turning to my lover. "Well, it looks like it's your lucky night," I said playfully. "Just when I thought I couldn't get any harder after fingering you, my gorgeous."
Haruko smirked at me, teasingly saying, "Oh baby, it's your birthday. Your wish is my command. I'm yours tonight, Madara. Tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen."
The air was charged with an electric tension as we both eagerly anticipated what would come next. It promised to be a wild and unforgettable night. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the atmosphere, intensifying our mutual infatuation and desire for one another.
"In that case, turn around and get on your knees," I declared as I tossed aside the pants that remained on me. My bones hummed with anticipation as I approached her. She moaned as I entered her, feeling the familiar tightness and warmth of her womanhood.
"Ah yes... fuck me so deep, your dick feels so good." She cried out when I plunged inside of her twat. Her body can have multiple coming-offs in one go, so she usually craved more.
Haruko is deliciously wet, the slick slack motions created a very satisfying moisture that covered my shaft with it so amazingly. The sounds were only skin slaps when I sunk too deep and slammed against her peachy ass while nuzzling her back and biting to her nape from behind, squeezing her tits, and savoring her sweet gasps of glee. My hands caressed her supple nipples as she gasped in sweet delight, lost in the raw fervor of our sex. Every moment spent fucking her was pure satisfaction, an addiction I could never tire of.
As our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the air filled with the sounds of our ardor. Each thrust sent waves of joy through us both, building to an explosive apex that left us breathless and satisfied. Her cunt was aching with gladness, slick and damp as I thrust into her relentlessly.
"Oh Haruko, I'm going to cum," I exclaimed as my trunk tensed. With a guttural grunt, I pulled out of Haruko and watched as my thick, white seed exploded across her back in hot, sticky spurts. She let out a throaty groan of contentment and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.
I hovered over her, my hand reaching down to her swollen nub, determined to help her approach her climax.
"Fuck, oh yes...~" she gasped, writhing beneath me. I knew that sometimes we didn't cum at the same time, but I always made sure to take care of her in other ways. As I had promised her before, I would do whatever it takes for her to experience sheer delight every time we fucked. The sound of her mewls and gasps filled the room as I expertly rubbed her clit with my thumb, sending shivers down her spine. She thrashed beneath me, unable to control the delectation that was building inside her.
"M... Ah...Madara...~ Yes... Mmh..." She gasps, unable to form words as delight consumes her. Each movement of my hand brought her closer to enjoyment, and I reveled in the power I had over her. It didn't matter how we had sex, whether it was with my mouth, my fingers, or my dick - she would always find bliss in my touch. And as she reached orgasm with wild abandon, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing it was all because of me. It made everything worth it. For her to feel this, filled me in ways that went far beyond satisfaction.
I watched her unravel beneath my hold, the look on her face so pure and filled with trust. It wasn't just the power I held over her, it was the connection between us — the way she gave herself to me, freely and without hesitation.
With a contented sigh, I pressed my lips to her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine as we lay entwined on the mattress. She looked exhausted, her face flushed and sweat-dampened from our wild, filthy antics. Plopping beside Haruko, I caught my breath and admired her perfect form, grateful for the pleasure she had brought me.
"Mmm ohh... Madara, my thirsty lover...I love you." she purred, turning to me and pressing her firm breasts against mine. We cuddled and chatted lazily, savoring the afterglow of our lovemaking and feeling fully satisfied and fulfilled in each other's arms. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I realized that tonight wasn't just about celebrating my desires but hers. The closeness we shared — beyond the physical — was what I would always cherish. In her arms, her love filled me in ways I couldn't express, and I knew I had everything I ever needed.
But before the laughter and jeering took over, we shared a quiet moment — a reminder that all of this, every touch, every whisper, was built on love. It wasn't just about the coupons or the promises; it was about us, together, in this.
We were a chaotic tangle of limbs and ragged breathing, spent from our wild humping. We quickly retreated to clean ourselves up, eager to move on to the endless list of other carnal games awaiting us.
They had a stack of coupons and a list of wishes, but for now, they set them aside to bask in the warmth of their profound bond and unwavering devotion. Each contact and word was infused with a deep commitment as they lost themselves in the moment, cherishing every second together. The possibilities of what the future might hold only added to the magic and wonder of their current blissful state. As the night wore on, Haruko and Madara laughed and joked about how they planned to use each coupon. Each coupon represented a promise of untold escapades waiting to be explored. They could already feel the sparks of anticipation tingling through their bodies, eager to redeem each one and indulge in moments of pure joy together. Their excitement heightened as they imagined what could be done to satisfy each other's most fervent cravings.
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The special chapter is complete! 🎉 💌 Bonus: Mark your choice!
I'm curious — if you could choose any number of coupons for a future chapter, which one would it be? Let me know. I might include something inspired by your choices in the next chapters. I'd love to hear which numbers catch your eye.
Happy Birthday to Madara. 🎉 To all my readers, I hope you have a magical Christmas and a fantastic start to the New Year 2025. Thank you so much for following my writing journey and for reading this story.
