I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Arthur stood outside Emily’s door, balancing two heavy bags of food. He knocked twice with his elbow.

The door opened a few seconds later. Emily stood there, freshly showered. Her dark hair was damp, and she wore an oversized, loose shirt and athletic shorts. She was barefoot.

She looked at the food first, then at Arthur. She stepped aside.

Arthur walked in. Before he could even set the bags on the desk, Emily grabbed the front of his jacket, pulled him down, and gave him a hard, wet kiss. She released him just as fast and reached straight for the bags.

"You only invited me because you wanted dinner," Arthur said.

"The food helped," Emily agreed, pulling out a container.

They sat on the floor beside the bed because her desk was covered in unpacked armor and books.

Emily opened Arthur’s container and plucked a piece of meat out with her fingers.

Arthur kept eating with one hand. His other hand dropped onto her bare thigh.

Emily chewed her food. When she reached across him for the spiced rice, Arthur’s arm was in the way. She grabbed his wrist, moved his hand higher up her thigh, and left it there while she scooped up her rice.

"Selene took our weapons away," Arthur told her.

Emily paused. "In a ranged class?"

"Apparently none of us know how to stand properly." Arthur took a bite. "I picked a spot with a ditch directly behind me."

Emily laughed out loud, nearly dropping her fork.

"Elara beat me by three shots on the moving targets," Arthur added.

"Because she actually knows what she’s doing."

Arthur’s thumb brushed the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. "I blame the course."

Emily complained about her weapons practical while they finished eating. The instructor had made them run footwork drills for an hour before anyone even drew a blade.

"You texted me that the class was bullshit," Arthur pointed out.

"It was. Then they let us hit each other."

Arthur noticed a faint, dark smudge of a bruise near her collarbone where the loose shirt had slipped down her shoulder. He reached over and poked it with his index finger.

Emily smacked his hand away.

Arthur poked it again.

This time, Emily closed her hand firmly around his wrist. She looked at him, her eyes dropping to his chest and then back to his face.

"You wanted to test something?" she asked.

Emily shoved the half-empty food containers across the floorboards.

"That’s my dinner," Arthur said.

"Then don’t land on it." She stood up.

Arthur stayed on the floor. Emily hooked her bare foot lightly behind his ankle and nudged him.

"Up."

Arthur stood up.

Emily stepped in, planted a hand against his chest, and shoved.

Arthur barely moved.

She frowned and pushed harder.

Arthur caught her forearm.

Emily stopped trying to overpower him. She hooked his leg instead, twisted, and dumped him onto the floor.

Arthur hit the floor with a heavy thud and laughed.

Emily followed him down, sitting across his hips before he could get back up. She shoved one shoulder against the floor and grinned down at him.

"Not bad."

Arthur’s hands went straight to her hips. He squeezed the soft flesh just above the waistband of her shorts.

Arthur bridged his hips, trying to roll her.

Emily shifted her weight, dropping her chest closer to his. The movement mashed the warm, damp cotton between her thighs directly against his growing erection.

Arthur deliberately gripped her hips and pulled her down harder against him.

Emily rocked her hips down once, grinding her crotch against his hard dick just to taunt him.

"Cheating," Arthur grunted.

"Losing," Emily corrected.

Arthur caught the back of her neck and pulled her down into a messy kiss.

Emily kissed him back hard, her teeth catching his lower lip and biting down until it stung. Arthur grabbed her waist and rolled them to the side.

Emily hit the floor on her back. Arthur trapped her beneath him, shoving one knee between her thighs and pinning her left wrist against the floorboards.

Emily twisted underneath him, still kissing him whenever she could get close enough.

Arthur caught the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up.

Emily finished the job herself, yanking it over her head and throwing it somewhere behind her. Arthur barely had time to look before she rolled him again.

She landed on top and immediately went after his shirt.

It caught around one arm.

Emily burst out laughing.

"Shut up."

That only made her laugh harder.

Arthur grabbed her around the waist and dragged her back down before she could get the shirt completely free.

Emily wrapped herself around him and tried to keep him there.

Arthur forced his leg free, grabbed her hips, and turned her flat onto her stomach. He got his weight over her, pressing her hard against the floor.

Emily fought against the hold much harder than before. She couldn’t easily throw him off anymore.

"Still easy?" Arthur asked, breathing heavily near her ear.

"Don’t get excited," Emily shot back.

She pushed back against him, twisting her hips to slip out from under his weight.

Arthur caught her bare hip to hold her in place. He raised his other hand and brought it down on her bare ass.

SMACK!

Emily gasped. Her entire body went completely still.

A second later, she shoved her hips backward, grinding her stinging ass directly against his dick.

Arthur grinned. He raised his hand and brought it down again, much harder.

CRACK!

"Ngh... fuck," Emily groaned, looking back over her shoulder. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving against the carpet. "Do it again, you bastard. Harder."

Arthur obliged. He slapped her ass a third time. Emily bucked her hips, using the momentum to twist out of his grip, kicking her leg over and reversing the position.

Arthur ended up flat on his back again.

Emily straddled his hips, pinning his shoulders to the floor. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue sweeping deep into his mouth.

Arthur ripped one hand free from her grip and palmed her bare ass, squeezing the hot, slapped skin.

Emily pushed his hand away.

She grabbed his wrist and placed his hand directly between her legs, pressing his fingers right against the soaking wet cotton of her underwear.

Emily collapsed her weight against his chest, kissing him slowly. Arthur ran his hands up and down her bare back, feeling the sweat on her skin.

"I had you pinned," Arthur murmured smugly.

Emily bit his shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks and shoved her elbow into his ribs.

Arthur grabbed her waist to flip her, but Emily clamped her knees against his sides and rode the momentum, keeping her top position. She dragged her shorts and underwear down her legs, kicked them away, and reached between them to pull his pants down, freeing his dick.

She lined him up with her wet pussy and sank down, taking him completely inside her.

"Aah..." Emily let out a long breath as she settled over him.

She set the pace immediately, bracing her hands on his chest and riding him. Arthur groaned, his hands settling firmly on her hips. She moved fast, her wet heat sliding up and down his shaft, her hair falling around her face.

"I’m still winning," she gasped, leaning down to bite his neck.

Arthur let Emily have her way for a while.

Eventually she slowed, sweat running down her neck as she stopped to catch her breath. Her hands stayed planted on his chest.

Arthur grinned up at her.

Emily narrowed her eyes.

"Say I won."

"No."

She slapped his chest.

"Say it."

Arthur laughed. "You’re shaking."

"Shut up."

She tried to pick the pace back up, but Arthur slid his hands around to the back of her thighs, lifted her hips slightly, and flipped them both over.

Emily landed on her back. Arthur’s knee knocked hard into the wooden bedframe, and his boot kicked an empty food container across the floor.

Emily let out a breathless curse as she hit the carpet, but Arthur kept her legs hooked over his arms and drove his hips down, burying himself deep inside her again.

"Ngh!" Emily threw her head back, her nails digging into his shoulders to keep her balance in the new position.

Arthur set a hard pace, slamming his hips against hers with every thrust. She fought him the whole way, bucking up to meet him, trying to push his chest away only to drag him right back down.

Arthur freed one hand, reached down, and slapped her bare thigh.

SMACK!

Emily jolted.

He moved his hand to her ass, slapping the red skin again to hold her steady as he pounded her. The wet slapping of their bodies hitting together echoed against the floorboards.

"Fuck," Emily stammered, her sentence breaking apart. "Yes. Arthur—harder."

Arthur sank deeper, picking up the speed. Emily’s breath hitched into a loud, messy moan, her body shuddering against the floor as she climaxed. Her wet pussy clamped down hard around his dick, her hips lifting off the floor to take the last few thrusts before Arthur finished inside her with a rough groan, dropping his weight down against her.

They ended up slumped against the side of the bed. Arthur sat with his back against the wooden frame. Emily was sprawled partly across him, her bare chest rising and falling heavily. They were both covered in sweat.

The forgotten food containers were still sitting near the desk.

Arthur reached out and grabbed one of the boxes of meat.

Before he could take a bite, Emily leaned over and stole a piece directly off the top.

"Hey," Arthur complained.

"I won," Emily said, chewing. "I get the food."

"You absolutely did not win."

"I put you on the floor first."

"Look how it ended," Arthur said.

Emily took another piece of meat and ignored him.

Arthur kept one hand resting comfortably on her bare hip while he ate. Emily leaned back against his chest.

She noticed a red mark on his ribs from where she had elbowed him during the scramble. She reached out and poked it.

Arthur responded by giving her bare ass a light, sharp slap.

Emily grinned.

"What do you have tomorrow?" Emily asked, taking his fork.

"Monster Ecology," Arthur said. "And Fieldcraft."

"I have advanced conditioning." Emily groaned, resting her head against his shoulder. "That sadist is going to make us run in armor again."

Arthur reached over and checked his phone on the floor.

Emily snatched it right out of his hand.

"I’m talking to you."

Arthur grabbed her waist and dragged her backward onto the floor. Emily laughed, kicking her leg over his hip to try and pin him again. They scuffled over the phone for a few seconds before Arthur pinned her wrists to the carpet.

Arthur stayed the night.

When they finally moved up onto the actual mattress, Emily stole the entire blanket.

Arthur pulled it back.

By the time Arthur was beginning to fall asleep, Emily had stolen most of it again.

Arthur eventually solved the problem by grabbing her by the waist and dragging her flush against his side to share the remaining fabric. Emily shifted in her sleep, throwing one heavy leg over his waist and burying her face in his chest.