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Shuichi pulled the dark blue dorm door open, hand subconsciously reaching for the light switch as the empty room welcomed him and his girlfriend back to safety. Privacy. Just what he needed after a long day of simultaneously trying to go on a nice little date with Kaede around campus, and somehow trying to ignore the rude, baseless, and unfortunately hilarious taunts of Miu and Kokichi. When they get done calling one another names, they tend to group up on the nearest couple trying to enjoy their time doing anything that isn’t being annoyed by them.
But here, there is no Miu or Kokichi. No noise, no wacky antics, no shenanigans. There’s only Kaede, and that’s just the way Shuichi likes it.
…Well, he found them endearing sometimes. Everyone’s got a limit, though.
After sliding out of his shoes, he takes off his cap with a small sigh, hanging it up on the side of the bed.
“How many times do I have to ask you to stop wearing that thing?” Kaede calls out, a warm smile inexplicably on her face. How she manages to not explode from all this time around other people is something he’s still trying to get to the bottom of. “It was blocking the view all of today. I keep telling you, you’re so much cuter without the hat!”
He looks away embarrassed while taking off his jacket. She hangs her pink piano key sweatshirt by the door, and turns to him with a hum. “Well? What’s your answer, mister detective?”
This is the jolly, silly tone she reserves for joking around with him. It’s already got the frown off his face anyways, so who would he be not to play around back?
He lets out a loud “hmm,” and puts his hand up to his chin like he does when he’s “on the case,” as she likes to say. “I… like it?” He says, an exaggerated confusion evident in his voice. He’s not a very good actor, but he can play a role every once in a while. Especially for her.
She pouts and rolls her eyes, like she always does, and makes her way over to him. They’ve talked about him still wearing his hat countless times, and it usually just comes down to, “If I look so much cuter with the cap off, then why not save it all just for you, when we’re alone?”
If he’s being honest, though, her reasoning is starting to work, and he’s feeling less and less inclined to wear it each time they go out. He even almost forgot it today. He’ll surprise her by going out without it some other time, though.
He’ll just have to swear he’s not only stopping because Kokichi keeps stealing it…
“Frankly, I don’t think you liking it is enough.” Kaede says matter of factly, getting a little too close to his face. The closer she got, the cuter he always blushed. Thank god he was this easy to tease. “Personally, I don’t like it. I wanna show you off to everyone, just so they can see what they’re missing out on.”
…Well, that’s a talk for later, she thought. All that time around Miu and Kokichi, and seeing how much they’ve been pissing off Shuichi, has got her plotting revenge in the most delightfully dirty way she knows how.
He leaned down and kissed her softly on her nose, breaking her chain of thought. “Am I fine now?”
“You’re gonna need more than a peck on the schnoz to get me off your tail,” she says, a faint blush to her cheeks. The kiss did something, anyways. She backs up and yanks down her sweatpants, making it quite clear what “more” means in this case. “So, what can you offer me? And then maybe I’ll think about stopping annoying you.”
A tad flustered, he slowly pulls down his pants in turn, tossing them off to the side and walking up to embrace her. Her and her silly foreplay… Though, really, it’s just her and being silly in general. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’ve got an offer. I know this cute girl named Kaede. How about I introduce you two some time?”
She looks at him, raises her eyebrow, and sticks out her tongue for a second. “We just took our pants off, sweetie. Isn’t that a little too innocent?”
“I-I’m trying!” he managed, turning away and giving his best attempt at fake-crying. He’s unsure of if he’s under or overdoing it. All in all, she seems to be enjoying his effort, though, given the warm smile she flashes when looking up at him. “Doesn’t all my effort mean something?”
“And what are you gonna do when I ask to take you up on that? Bring me to a mirror?” She laughed, ever intent on poking holes in his stupid fake arguments. He guesses it’s just her passion doing the talking, though.
She takes a seat on the foot of the bed, leaving just enough room for him to get on beside her and slightly spreading her legs. “How about you just fuck me, and we call it even?”
His stomach drops in the best way possible. Okay, so we’re already going there.
“I, uh…” he stutters, caught pretty off guard. He’d wager she did all of this just to see him get embarrassed. And he walked right into her trap, like he always does. “Deal.”
He starts taking off his shirt, and she whistles a cat call while he does. He looks at her with an annoyed expression once he comes through the bottom hole of the shirt, but can’t help cracking up with a smile looking at her. “Do you hear yourself sometimes?”
“Whatever gets you to rail me,” she says, like it means nothing at all. Shuichi, meanwhile, turns a strawberry pink. He’s had sex with this girl so many times before, and she can still get him this red just joking around with him.
That’s love, he guesses.
He laughs to himself, it never being lost on him how lucky he’s gotten with her. “I love you.”
Now, she blushes. “I love you too. What makes you say that? Why now?”
He rushes over to the bedside. “Well, I do, don’t I?”, he says, taking a seat on the spot she was patting right next to her.
“I’d say so,” she says, thinking back to a lot of the “loving” he’s given her before. Yeah, she sure did hit the jackpot. Cute, kind, and, most of all, great in bed? There goes all her luck for a while. “And I love you, sooo…”
She holds her “o” while leaning into him. She slowly reaches her arms around to embrace him, holding him gently, and he does likewise. She finishes her “o” sound right up in his face, and they stare at each other blankly for a few seconds before cracking up. They look up at each other after breathing out, and a bright smile is on both of their faces.
God, they’re both so dumb. But they’re dumb together.
The mood totally shifts as a fierce kiss, initiated by Kaede, marks the end of their innocent little lovey-dovey act. They’ve gone all day without being able to so much as hug without a snide remark, and now, she needs a lot more than just that.
Shuichi rubs his hands on her back, blocked off from her skin by her tank top, while she softly caresses his bare skin in a total contrast to how she kisses him. She’s a little more intense than he’s used to, likely from the stress of a day of somehow getting bullied by the most awkward duo of people imaginable. That’s where his pent-up energy is coming from, anyways.
And then, all thoughts get vacated from his brain when she breaks for a moment and moans out lightly. Like the awkward boy he still is at heart, he just finds himself staring at her. Into her eyes. Into her soft, smiling lips. Hands wrapped around her, ever so gently calling her his own. He somehow managed to forget that he gets to kiss the Kaede Akamatsu, and how lucky he is to be doing that.
But only for a moment. He kisses back, sticking his hands into the backside of her tank top and massaging her bare back. She lets out a pleasant hum and backs up, motioning for him to take his hands out from under her top. He does, and as soon as he’s let go, she falls backwards onto the bed, holding her hands out with a lusty smile.
“I can’t wait today. Get on top of me.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He climbs onto the bed, still keeping his distance from her face, but making sure she can’t get up. He looks at her with a tinge of concern to make sure this is what she wants, and a small blown kiss of approval is all he needs to know he’s doing good.
She ushers him in after this, a short “come hither” gesture to get him close to her face, all so she can kiss him deeply one more time. She feels up his sides and back as he balances himself up while kissing her, silently appreciating the work of art before her. She just doesn’t get why he’s so reluctant to show himself off, but so long as she gets to ogle his sexy body, she’s totally fine with however he wants to handle himself.
Eager for more, she soon finds her hands wandering to a place distinctly not his sides or back. He flinches as she touches him through his boxers, breathing out as she starts to feel him up. As he looks in awe at the half-lidded eyes she’s graced him with, a thought hits him. She’s got a pretty strong libido, but it’s never usually this strong. “What’s got you so worked up? You’re usually at least a little restrained.”
He watches her look up at him and smile with eyes that ooze depraved thoughts. She cups her breast and flings it up, instantly making him crave grabbing her tits, playing with them, and - well, now she’s getting him in the mood, too.
“God, do you really want it that bad?” He says, clearing his throat.
That might have come out a bit raspier and a tad deeper than he’d wanted his voice to be. It seems to have gotten her attention, though, a pleased hum sounding from her mouth as she lightly shutters, shuts her eyes, and presses back on the sheets.
“Do you remember when that little shit told Miu that you ‘hardly had it in you to hold my hand?’ That’s around when I started wanting it.” She pulls him closer, past his slightly shocked expression, and whispers in his ear. “Because that got me thinking about last night. And the nights before that. All those sounds. All those loads… They have no idea who you are for me.”
Screw it, now he’s totally turned on. May as well try something fun, and see if she likes it.
However easy - or pleasurable - it would be to just sit back and let her rock his world again, he tries to stay in control, whispering back to her in as husky and dominant a tone he could manage. “I’m all yours. And you’re mine for the taking.”
He’s still trying to nail the whole dirty-talking thing, but thankfully, she’s incredibly easy to please, even when he does everything wrong. This time, though, he did it right enough to prompt her to pull him back into the deep kiss, and start really feeling up his hardening length. He could sense the hunger in the way she whipped around her tongue, desperately wrestling his into submission while he pinned her down in turn. She pulled down his boxers, and felt his moans dying in their mouths as she went from touching to stroking his cock. He brought his hand around her back, sliding it under the tank top to feel her silky skin before pulling back from the kiss and letting out shaky breaths.
She pulled back, and he pulled his hands back in turn, only for a brief moment as she took off her top. She finally let her breasts fall free, and he wasted no time in thanking her. He leaned in to lick and fondle them as gently as he could manage, and was rewarded with some pleasant groans from her core. A core that was quickly getting more and more needy. She grabbed hold of his hand, looking down at him as he fixed his gaze on her, and he already knew exactly what she wanted next.
Shuichi slid his hand down to her entrance, softly caressing her back, her tummy, her thighs, and every bit of skin he could find on the whole way down. Her body is supposed to be his to worship, after all, and he wants to remind her of that every second he’s in control. He traced his finger on her folds through her panties before sliding them down, brushing his fingers past the entrance as he worked his magic. In their heat, this quickly turned into him fingering her as she stroked him, an arrangement neither one would complain about.
He stares down at her, and lightly squints. He’s trying to seem confident; as dominant as he can while she’s giving him the handjob of a lifetime, and his breaths are coming out half ragged. He lightly smirks at her, and, in between pants, tries to rile her up as best he can.
“You’re mine, you know that? Those two can say whatever they’d like about us, but nothing’s gonna change that you’re all mine. To make a mess of. To leave shaking.” It feels a tad off, but the constant reinforcement in her blushes and quivering is more than enough to keep him going.
“You’re so good at it. You’re so fucking good at it.” She leaned up to his face. “You know just what to do to get me turned on, where to touch me to make me squirm, how hard to fuck me and how soft to-”
He cut her off with another kiss, taking his fingers out of her and pushing her further back on the bed. Her hands fly back behind her as she falls before wrapping back around him, feeling his length brushing down at her crotch. His hand flies up to press Kaede’s lips against his, holding her head just gently and just tightly enough to make her feel the best kind of trapped.
Once he’s decided to let her go, Shuichi hovers his head just above hers, trying to match the ravenous thirst that he sensed from her eyes. At the very least, he was absolutely sure she was into this, so any fear that he’d gotten a little too rough for her was pretty safely dismissed.
His inexperience shone through, however, and he simply remained gazing down at her, somehow managing to lose his whole confident shtick just because her eyes were, however half-lidded and horny, still really pretty. Or maybe he’s just unapologetically awkward. Either way, she sensed that he’d lost his focus, and, really, really not wanting to let this go, tried to give him as safe a command as she possibly could to bring that side of him back out.
“Fuck me, Shuichi. Pound me into this bed right now.”
Maybe she’d gotten a little too demanding for someone that’s supposed to be “underneath” him, she thought, but any doubt swiftly left her mind as he found himself collected enough to bring back that sexy fucking look from before. He brought his hand down to cup her cheek, and kissed her oh-so innocently on the forehead, all with that god damn look on his face that could drive her crazy.
He neared her ear once again, breathing rough and heavy, and whispered a simple command to her.
“Beg for it.”
With that, she had lost all restraint, calling out a little too loudly all the myriad things she wanted done to her.
“Fucking… god, just, please! Pound me, fuck me… Just fucking fill me, Shuichi. Please!”
He deepened his smile, and started rubbing her hip, brushing his thumb so tantalizingly close to her entrance. She had no clue where this Shuichi had come from, but knew exactly how much she wanted him to keep pinning her down forever.
“Good girl,” he breathed, almost cringing at his own dirty talk through his arousal. For some reason, though, those words just came naturally to him, and based on the noises she made, she liked them a whole lot. He leaned down to kiss her gently on the nose, then continued staring her down with the best bedroom eyes he could muster. “How about a little more? What else?”
“Hold me. Pin me down. Force me to stay under you and keep taking your big cock.” Kaede didn’t know too many ways to say “fuck me,” but her body’s aching was practically forcing her to learn new ones. He brought his thumb to her entrance, and that was her breaking point. She whined to him in desperation. “Fucking cum inside me, Shuichi. Please. I need you.”
There was something primal about that phrase that knocked every other thought out of his brain. He didn’t even bother praising her for her “good work,” choosing instead to repay his needy girlfriend in finally giving her the fucking she so desperately needed. He picked himself up, watching her eyes follow him as he rose, then quickly darting down to his member. He grabbed his dick and aligned it to her entrance, listening closely as she panted in anticipation. He felt her growing heat as he slowly worked inside, all before roughly thrusting as deep into her as he could get in one stroke.
The pair moaned in unison, Kaede’s much louder than his and laced with soft, gratifying swears as she lost herself in the act. He felt her squeeze down on him as he pulled back, rubbing her thick thighs with his hands as he leveraged himself against her. He thrusted back in, then again, and again, and suddenly, the two of them were properly fucking.
In his lust, he drooped down closer and closer to her body with his eyes shut, fucking her harder and faster the only thing on his mind. She reached her hands out and placed them on his shoulders, eliciting a gasp from the boy at the sudden touch. He quickly locked his eyes with her again, and upon seeing whatever evidently attractive look was on her face, continued to plow her, only now, with a smile.
She stared up at the way his hair stuck to his face, at the way his skinny, toned body rocked back and forth in an effort to please her. He was right; she really was his. There was no breaking the spell he’d put on her, she thought, until he thrusted back inside with a wet plap, forcing the thought to the back of her mind, and another throaty moan out of her lips.
He kept smiling until a particularly deep thrust and tight clench knocked the breath out of him, sagging him down far enough for her arms to lock completely around him. He looked down at her and stopped for a moment, providing the perfect opportunity for her to spur him on further.
“Pin me down, Shuichi. Pound me into this bed. Make me fucking scream.”
He lowered his body directly down onto her, pressing her into the sheets. His full weight; his smooth, warm body against her nearly drove her mad, then did drive her mad as his hips resumed their manic thrusting, drawing a groan out of the pair as he drove deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Her tight grip on his back, and even tighter grip on his dick, all but intoxicated Shuichi. He felt her breasts pushing up against his chest as he stared into her eyes, her makeup already running, but making her no less beautiful. He affirmed her beauty with a kiss - deep, wet, passionate - as her legs wrapped around his back, forcing him to press even deeper into her.
He couldn’t kiss for long, pulling away to catch his breath as he felt himself reaching his limit. There was no question where he would be finishing, either, so he simply kept making a mess of his gorgeous girlfriend until he was ready to truly make her his. Her legs squeezed around his back and his hips pressed down, trapping him above her, and forcing his cock as deep inside as it could possibly go before he lifted back up and kept slamming down.
Her moans hadn’t stopped since the second he’d pinned her down, but they hadn’t quite reached their peak until she felt him throbbing inside her. She knew without words where he’d be pumping his load, and she couldn’t be more eager to finally take it in. He’d made her belong to him in a way she’d only dreamed he could, and she was so fucking ready to get cummed in to top it all off.
That thought made her moan out, though it was lost in a sea of carnal grunts and groans as the two neared their climax. She felt her orgasm building inside her, their rutting forcing her closer and closer, and squeezed her legs as tightly as she could to drive his dick straight down into her. Shuichi sped up, grabbing her head and forcing her into one last kiss as if to say “I fucking love you.” His hips rose and fell, his throbbing cock filling her in and out as she came, squirming against him and, far more importantly to her foggy, lust-addled brain, underneath him; truly owned by him as he mercilessly pounded at her cunt, fucking her through her orgasm.
…God, why did being pinned under him feel so damn good? And how had she never known about this until now?
As his lover cried out in bliss, eyes rolling back, Shuichi desperately chased his release. A few final thrusts as her legs gripped him tight, forcing him into one last press down into her spasming pussy. He exploded, breaking from their kiss to groan out above her as he pumped his load deep inside her. His cock, buried as deep in her folds as he could manage, shot out his cum in powerful spurts that each wracked his tired body with bliss, a hearty, drawn-out moan escaping his mouth as he finished in her cunt.
He collapsed on top of her, cock still inside as he came down from his orgasm and laid atop his girlfriend, trying to catch his breath. She draped her arm up around his head, and he relaxed, feeling her pull him close.
When he finally managed to gather enough breath to speak, he said to her, voice faint, “I told you that you were mine.”
She started rubbing his head, and weakly squeaked in both submission and love. “Forever.”
A little longer spent resting wouldn’t hurt anyone. He laid his head between her breasts, silently thankful for her built-in pillows since neither of them felt like grabbing one from a few feet away. After a fucking like that, they’d both need a second, and so they laid, embraced tight in one another’s arms, catching their breaths while cuddling.
A good few minutes passed, and he managed to pick himself up, finally able to feel his exhausted body again. He lifted off of her as she looked up at him with a warm smile, running her hands over every bit of him as he rose away.
He began walking over to his boxers, picking them up, then making for his discarded clothing. He heard her shuffling around on the bed, making him eager to finish cleaning up and rejoin her in the afterglow.
“I’m floored, Mr. Saihara,” Kaede said, more energy than he had in his entire body in her voice alone. He looked to see her sitting up and gripping a pillow to her chest, silently but obviously wishing she had a Shuichi to be cuddling instead.
“Floored about what?” He asked, picking up his shirt and placing it in a hamper.
She stuttered for a moment, sounding vaguely confused. “What do you mean ‘about what?’ You just…you… You fucked me into the bed. You actually… you…”
“Yeah. And you asked me to get on top of you, so I did.”
She made a sound that he could only describe as baffled. “I didn’t know you could do that! I felt like… I, like, unlocked a new kink, or something. It was that good.”
He never knew how to take praise, which was a problem, because she always gave it to him. “T-thanks.”
“No, let me say it. Thank you, big strong boyfriend. You did all the heavy lifting.”
“It’s not like it didn’t feel good for me, too.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand after he put away her clothing. “Need a tissue?”
“Nah, I… I got it,” she said, stretching out and standing up while re-learning how to use her jelly legs. “You’re just doing everything for me tonight, huh?”
He looked at her and hummed as he walked over to the closet. She hugged him from behind as he grabbed his favorite pair of pajamas. “Come on, can’t you go to bed naked? I want more of that tomorrow morning!”
He sighed, smiling as he turned back to her. “Give me a little rest first. Preferably a night’s rest.”
“I think you’re asking for too much,” she said, a bright grin on her face. “I think I need another round. Right now.”
“You can hardly walk, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, I know, and that’s the problem. I don’t wanna be able to walk at all.”
They laughed together as they ultimately decided - not that he had much of a say when she brought out those eyes - to go undressed for the night. The lights dimmed lower, and before they knew it, they were in bed, embraced in each other’s arms, waiting for sleep to come. Half-full glasses of water sat on their nightstands, though finishing them would be a thing for tomorrow morning. Kaede could hardly move her arm, nor did she want to, as it would mean taking it off of Shuichi.
…Alright, fuck it. Couldn’t hurt to try. Worst thing that happens is he says no.
She spoke up. “Y’know, I had an idea before.”
He opened his eyes, looking a tad confused. “Before…?”
“Before you totally demolished me,” she said with a chuckle as let out an embarrassed hum. “I’m serious, though. When we were on the way back up here.”
He cupped her cheek, a personal favorite of hers. “I’m all ears.”
“I know this is gonna sound crazy, but…” she looked away from him, and stopped rubbing his back.
“How much are you against getting other people in on us fucking? Y’know, like, a threesome, or something?”
…And a cold silence, for a few dreadful seconds.
And then, of course, the worst question of all.
“Why?”
Oh, god, this was so much worse than no.
“Please don’t think that you’re not enough! It’s nothing like that! It’s just…” she scrambled, trying to justify how much she, deep down and very secretly, really wanted to play with the other girls’ boobs and maybe make them cum. Such a stupid pervert! “I-I want to show up Miu, for one. Or Kokichi. They bothered us before, and they’re definitely lonely enough, so I thought, geez, I sure could get their-”
“Please, sweetheart, calm down. I’m not mad.” He said, exhaling. His tone seemed a tad worried. “I was just curious. And it’s a little surprising, is all.”
“I’m sorry,” she said weakly, still scrambling in the darkness. She reached her hands out and held him tight. “I don’t want to make anything weird, and if you don’t want to, you obviously don’t have to. I just…”
She sputtered quietly for a few seconds, and then breathed out. “Yeah.”
“…God, your libido,” he exhaled with a tinge of sweetness. “You just want to ruin Miu, don’t you?”
Ever the detective.
“She said some mean things to us today, and the best way to make her pay is to…” She paused in exaggerated thought. “Shuichi, I wouldn’t even know where to start. It wouldn’t even be that hard.”
“This is a big step in a very different direction than we’ve been going.” She could sense him trying to mask his fear. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”
“Please, I promise this has nothing to do with you! I lucked out, and found the cutest boy with the best dick in the school. Frankly, that should be enough. I’m just…” She looked him dead in the eye. “I know I’m a handful, and you don’t have to say yes. But if you do, please, please, know that I’ll stop as soon as you’re uncomfortable.”
“As soon as? Not if?” He joked.
“Don’t mince words right now! I mean it!” She said, her conviction lifting her up. Then, she remembered how badly she got fucked in the form of a cramp, and fell back down. “Ow.”
“First, you’ve gotta learn to handle one person in bed.” He smiled. “Then we can talk about two.”
She pouted, and turned on her side. She’d never admit it, but that was a pretty funny one.
“That’s a yes, by the way,” Shuichi said, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Uh, well, kinda. I’m just… I know you’ll do right by me. And I’m not afraid to talk, since I know you love doing that with me anyways.”
She turned back to him with a slight smile, and scooched over to kiss him on the cheek. “Sorry you have to put up with me sometimes.”
“I think it would be fun, too. Maybe even pretty… well, hot, I guess. I just…” He looked off to the side and blushed. “We’d have to convince someone first. And, well, you know me. I have my doubts. About me.”
Now it was her turn to poke fun. “Yeah, sure, Mr. Fucked-me-so-good-I-can’t-walk-and-might-have-to-go-to-the-doctor. Sure. Let me find a better, sexier man than you. I can do that, yeah.”
He smiled, most of his fears draining as he heard the happiness return to her voice. “I love you, sweetheart.”
She nuzzled up closer to him, resting her head on his chest. He laid his arm out over her shoulder and around to the back of her head, caressing her as he wondered just what he’d be in for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, though. He was so, so tired.
A soft voice came from beneath him. “I love you. And no one else.”
He laughed to himself. “Yet.”
She smiled. “Shut up!”