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2 and then maybe moving on to 3? let me know if you'd like me to change anything!
It had started with the odd kiss behind closed doors to, well... other things behind closed doors. Mitsuru had almost gotten to the point where she had stopped feeling quite so embarrassed about the plush excess and elegance of her room whenever they're in here together. It isn't as though Akihiko hadn't seen it before but... it's just different since he'd started coming in here for other reasons. Other reasons besides SEES-related talk. Other reasons precisely like what they're doing right now - or about to be doing. Reasons like scattered pieces of clothing strewn across the back of one of her couches, on which they're lying, stripped down to their underwear at this point and kissing like this might be their last day on earth... realistically, it could be.
It's always heated, she's always ready for him embarrassingly quickly, something she doesn't care to stop and think about too much. All of her thoughts are turned towards anticipation. Anticipation for the moment when neither of them can stand to wait anymore and end up removing what precious little of their clothing remains. It'll happen again, any minute now, when she's arching up against his body with her own and--
Well, at least that's where Mitsuru thought this was going. Akihiko seems to have come to a different conclusion. She doesn't know what he's doing, moving down her body like that, until his head is getting close to-- ]
Akihiko?
[ She didn't necessarily mean that to sound quite as... stern and disciplinarian as it came out. She's just wondering what on earth he's doing. He can't have possibly pulled away from where they were for any other reason than wanting to leave... could he? ]
Is something the matter?
it's perfect!!!
Today is just another time of theirs together and Akihiko had a mission. They'd gone pretty far together, had sex together a few times now, but he hadn't had a chance to eat her out yet. Part of that was because of how frantic and hurried their times were together — too many other people in the dorm to be wary of. But today was one of those days where it seemed like everyone was out of the dorm and would be for a while and they could... take their time. So, Akihiko wanted to take his time.
He was still in his underwear but he could feel himself straining against the fabric, wanting more already but telling his body to calm down so he could focus on what else he wants. It's then that he pulls away from Mitsuru's mouth, starting to slide down her body and pressing kisses as he goes. He doesn't tell her what he's doing, doesn't think he needs to, but as he hears that sharp tone — he stops, looking up at her with a furrowed brow.
... Oh, she's just worried he's pulling away. That he can solve. He lifts a hand and rubs it up and down her thigh soothingly as he gives a shake of his head. ]
Nah, just wanted to try something different.
[ Another kiss, pressed to her abdomen this time and then he moves back a little further, settling between the spread of her legs. That's when he stops moving, making it clear that he's not leaving the bed. No, he lifts his fingers then to slip beneath the fabric of her panties and tug them to the side, exposing her to the warm air between them. ]
Tell me if you don't like this.
[ And then he's going to lean in and press his mouth to her mound, dragging his tongue from bottom to top and before lapping up her wetness and swallowing it down. He'll repeat the motion a few more times, tentative, just wanting to get her used to the sensation. ]
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Then his mouth is on her and she's gasping aloud.
Mitsuru had never allowed herself to have such lascivious thoughts and imagine what it might feel like to have Akihiko's head between her legs before, doing deeply debauched things to her with his mouth while she writhes on her bed-- never. Not a single thought... even since they had begun having sex, such things simply wouldn't even enter her mind...
Now he's actually doing it and it seems so lewd. She can feel every inch of his tongue licking her, tasting her arousal... lewd, but it feels so good. Her cheeks are practically the same colour as her hair at this point and why does she feel like he's barely even gotten started with her? And she's supposed to answer him, isn't she? Is she? Not doing so would seem rude and-
The voice that eventually emerges from her lips sounds faintly like her own, just embarrassingly wanton, full of desire- looking down between her legs to see what he's doing to her was definitely a mistake. A big one. She finds herself having to bite back a moan as she meets his eyes with hers. Never has she felt so laid bare in front of someone, in every sense of the word. She's glad that it's Akihiko seeing her like this, making her moan underneath him. ]
I like it. [ Admitting it aloud feels so taboo but- ] Don't stop-
[ She's still bossy at least. ]
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Because yeah, she is bossy too but he likes that. Something about being told what to do by her, told exactly what to do and exactly how she likes it, it sends a thrill up his spine that has him aching for more. When he looks up from her and meets her eyes, with his mouth still pressed against her, tongue buried against her wetness, that same thrill goes up his spine. Fuck.
He pulls away and his mouth is wet with her slick, tongue sliding out of his mouth to lap it up. His hands go to the hem of her panties and he pulls them down, down her thighs and over her knees to push them towards her ankles, leaving it up to her to kick them off completely. With her bare in front of him now, it leaves him the chance to move forward and keep pleasuring her.
He adds his fingers into the mix, spreading open her folds so he can lean in and continue to lick across her mound over and over. He finds her clit and sucks lightly on the small nub, eyes flicking back up to her face as he does so. In the middle of doing this, his fingers slide more inside of her, finding her hole and tracing his fingers across her entrance in a gentle teasing.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to say anything. All he needs to do is keep doing what he's doing, because he wants to feel her come against his tongue before they move on from this. ]
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When he starts to suck her clit, his reward is a sharp increase in the amount of sounds she makes, her thighs twitching against him with every stroke. She finds herself thanking every star in the sky that it's just the two of them in the dorm right now. There's nobody else to hear her moans getting steadily louder as she grips the sheets underneath her like an anchor, like her continued existence depends on it as she writhes on the bed. He wanted to see Mitsuru Kirijo lose her composure and he's getting that.
She can feel a delicious heat building inside of her, slow and gradual at first but stronger with every second that this goes on. Every second that he fucks her with his tongue and his mouth and his... fingers, almost. The teasing digits around her entrance has her unable to stop herself grinding against his hand in encouragement. ]
Akihiko, I'm close-
[ His hands are strong, boxer's hands if she stopped to think about it, but she's a little preoccupied. Preoccupied with desperately wanting him to stop teasing her with his fingers and press them deep inside of her like she so desperately wants. ]
Your fingers, do it- [ A shaky exhale. ] Please- [ She's loathe to to beg for anything but in this moment she just can't think of anything else but what he's doing to her. And what's about to happen. ]
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If he had more patience, or a better frame of mind, he might pull away and tease her. Ask her what is it exactly she wants from his fingers, make her describe it to him as he teases her with them until her composure is truly, fully lost. But he can't bring himself to do it, wants this as much as she does and so he dives in even more and gives it to her.
Two thick, calloused fingers pressed together will slide into her entrance, curling against her inner walls and slowly starting to fuck her like that as he lowers his mouth to lick around them, tease at her entrance with his tongue. When he's buried in deep past his knuckle, he'll stretch those fingers and scissor them open a few times to continue teasing her and giving her what she wants. He drags his tongue across the sensitive flesh some more, licking eagerly at her clit as he continues to fuck her with his fingers.
He wants to get her to come, wants to taste it on his tongue, feel it on his fingers, see her lose herself completely underneath him. And after that, he wants to fuck her, feel her hot heat around his cock and see her bounce on his lap the way she does when she's chasing her pleasure more than anything else.
God, he's so fucking hard right now. ]
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Between his fingers and his mouth continuing to do wicked things to her clit, even with all of her formidable self-control, it isn't long until that feeling starts to overwhelm her body. And not for one single second does she want to fight to control it. He'll feel it when it happens, as she starts to tighten around his fingers, rocking herself more frenetically against his tongue. Akihiko will hear it too, his name spilling fourth from her lips over and over again, while she entirely forgets to be self-conscious that she's soaking his mouth and his fingers.
By the end of it all, she's left with her chest rising and falling heavily while she tries to catch her breath, regain some of her composure, her lustrous red hair spread out underneath her on the bed. Still gripping the sheets for all she's worth during the blissful come down. ]
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He doesn't stop when her pace gets more intense, just continues to give her what she's asking for. The steady rhythm of his name spilling out of her mouth has him shuddering, aching to have more of her, and so he presses in harder against her and quickens his own pace against her. She's so close, he can feel it, and when she finally crests over the edge and he can feel the gush of liquid against his mouth, all he can do is moan.
He licks her clean, sucking at her folds and then licking into her entrance. His tongue swirls around it, lapping up her juices like he's desperate for it. Which, well, he kind of is. This has gone better than he ever dreamed for it to go, surpassing all his fantasies already. And when she's licked clean and his mouth is sore, he pulls away from her to lean up and take in the image of her sprawled out on the bed, catching her breath. He leans in to press a kiss against her thigh, then her hip, before pulling back again.
Voice rough and a little hoarse, he can't help but ask — ]
Still up for more?
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A question that is so… totally Akihiko, it actually has her chuckling softly as she looks up at him. From her rather debauched looking position on the bed. ]
And what exactly would you do if I said I wasn’t?
[ Like anything they do together, just beneath the surface is a slight competitive edge. Despite Mitsuru’s teasing words, as she slowly sits up it’s clear from the expression on her face that she is absolutely up for more. Especially after what he just did to her. ]
… Would you go back to your room and think about me?
[ Her face is a little red again for even daring to ask him such a question. But she’s sincere and she wants him. She’s possibly even still a little giddy from that mind blowing orgasm. Entirely his fault regardless. ]
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Of course, he doesn't think of it that way, not really. It's more of a subconscious thing for him, the push and pull they have. He would never think of actually challenging her, pushing at her with aggression. She's his... something. Hard to describe it. He looks to her for everything. Like a trained dog, she points, he attacks. She says jump, he's already in the air. But it's only because she provides him with the challenges he wants, with the right stuff to sate his drive. If she didn't, he wouldn't be so obedient.
Which is why his answer to her question is as honest as anything else with her. He snorts and gives a shrug. ]
I would. I'd masturbate thinking about you.
[ No shame in admitting that, right here, like this. He leans in closer, crawling up the bed and above her. He'll get to her head, hands pressed flat against the bed on either side of her. It has their faces close again and his eyes drop down from her eyes to her mouth before he's leaning in with the intention to kiss her.
And before he does, he murmurs — ]
... But you're not going to kick me out.
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Mitsuru raises an eyebrow at what he says next. ]
You seem very confident about that.
[ As usual. But they both know that's just a teasing jibe, not a serious threat. She is absolutely not going to kick him out. She catches his lips with her own in return, reaching with both hands to hold the sides of his face as she does so, palms resting on his cheeks. Everything is poured into that kiss, how she feels about him, how she feels about what he just did to her, what she wants from him next... It's heated, heavy, a far cry from the first few secretive kisses they had shared.
She could keep going like this, keep kissing him, but where once that might have been enough, now she's all too conscious of the growing heat between them again - as if it ever truly went away though. She can feel her own arousal building - he might have licked away all of her but no doubt she's growing wet again. Slick at the thought of riding him, a thought she'll speak to in heated, hushed tones against his mouth when she's finally ready to come up for air. ]
I want to be on top this time.
[ It had taken some getting used to at first, vocalising what she wants during sex. Vocalising desires that are purely indulgent period. Now, after the first few times with him, she's at a place where it feels natural. Natural to command him here the same way she does outside of the bedroom. And naturally, she gravitates towards being in that position... ]
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So now, their kisses are better. More confident, more in sync, more like their usual dynamic. He follows her lead most of the time, obedient as always and happy for her to take command of him. Even in their kisses, moving together with a deep want and heated pleasure. He groans against her and when she pulls away, he almost chases after her, wanting more of her touch.
But then she's speaking and he swallows, imagining it and nodding quickly. Yeah, he wants that too. ]
Alright.
[ It's all he says before he's pulling back, rolling over on the bed to settle against her pillows and stretching his legs out in front of him. He's hard, it's clearer than ever in this position, as his cock strains against his underwear. He'll reach down to take hold of the hem of his underwear and push it down, down and off as he tosses them to the side where the rest of their wayward clothes are sprawled.
It's clear he's ready for her now. ]
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She watches him settle against her pillows, tug down his underwear, his revealed cock so hard- hard for her. The knowledge sends a shiver down her spine that has absolutely nothing to do with her Persona's ice powers and everything to do with the deep pang of arousal running through her body when she thinks about it. She wants Akihiko, wants his cock and she knows, no, can feel herself growing wet again - just as ready for him as he is for her.
She follows suit, positioning herself so she's straddling his thighs, his cock in front of her and she reaches to unfasten her bra at the back, letting it fall along with the rest of their clothes. It isn't necessarily her intention to give him a show like this, with the way she sits on top of him and reveals her naked breasts, all curves and perfect porcelain skin, but if it keeps having the desired effect, well... so be it.
She then leans across to reach for her the drawer at her bedside, fingers alighting immediately upon what it is she's looking for - carefully hidden underneath something else of course. Let her be mega organised and prepared about this just like she is with everything else. ]
Forgetting something, Akihiko?
[ She hands him the condom with the quirk of her brow. She doesn't think for one minute that he had but... it would be far too easy to do, in the heat of the moment, that's what Mitsuru's been learning. Someone has to keep a clear head for just a little while longer, despite every part of her desiring nothing more than to take him deep inside her and chase both of their pleasure until they're both spent and shaking. ]
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It becomes even more difficult not to touch when she leans over to the bedside table. In the position that they're in, her breasts hang in front of her, brushing against his chest and he itches to touch those curves of her, to bruise that porcelain skin. He has to breath in deeply to regain his control and he's looking at her with a curious expression as she comes back with the small square of foil.
He hadn't forgotten, no, but he didn't know where she was keeping them so was kind of counting on her to get one for him. He'll take the foil easily and lets out an amused snort. ]
Don't worry, I wouldn't go forward without one.
[ He's going to tear open the foil and pull out the rubber material, tossing the packet to the side as he reaches down between them. It's easy to roll the condom over his cock, preparing himself for her. There's a part of him that wonders if he should have asked her to do it, to make this sexier, but really — he just wants to get to the main event already.
When the condom is secure against his cock, he'll look up at her and raise an eyebrow. Is she satisfied? Can they move on now? Without thinking, he adds — ]
I want to kiss you.
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[ But there's a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Because the truth is Mitsuru feels exactly the same way that he does. She wants to feel his lips on hers again, hot and hungry, while she rides him--
She can't wait for him any longer, the one who ordinarily prides herself on her composure and self-control and she can't control her desire to fill her slick sex with his throbbing cock. She shifts her body forwards, leaning in to claim his lips with her own like she's been longing to again, moaning softly against them in anticipation as she positions herself over his length. She only breaks from kissing him momentarily as she descends, taking him inside of her and savouring every last inch of him as she gasps his name. ]
Akihiko-
[ He feels so good- He always does. Enough to make her question why they don't do this every single day together- have her snatch more time between studying and fencing club and SEES and whatever else. So she can temporarily forget all of that and just be, in the present, with him.
Mitsuru doesn't give either of them long to adjust, not when she's desperate to ride him at this point. As glaringly impatient about this as him really and then some. She reaches out to grip his shoulders, fingertips digging in there as she starts to move, hips grinding against his. They both know she'll be full on bouncing in his lap before too long. She kisses him again, lips heated and insistent upon his. ]
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And then they're kissing. He lifts a hand, cups her cheek with it, the red strands of her hair twisting in his fingers as he clutches her. He kisses her eagerly, wantonly, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss as his tongue slides out to lick into her mouth. This while she shifts her body and positions herself over him.
He's still kissing her as she slides down onto him and he groans into her mouth, feeling the tight, wet heat of her around him. She pulls away from the kiss and he gasps for air in the same turn. Fuck. It feels amazing, it always feels amazing, but each time feels even better than the last.
Truly, if she asked him why they don't do this every day, he wouldn't have a good answer because he feels the same. His other hand moves to settle on her hip, fingers digging into her skin just to hold onto her as she begins to move on top of him. A low groan and a hoarse whisper of — ]
Mitsuru...
[ And then they're kissing again. Akihiko leans up into it, hungry as he licks into her mouth again and tastes every inch of her. The hand on her cheek slides down to hold her against the back of her neck, thumb digging in under her ear, calloused hand on soft skin as he kisses and kisses and kisses. ]
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She can still taste the faintest touch of her on his lips as she kisses him, something that her logical, tidy, orderly brain tells her should not turn her on so, but it does. He had made her climax so hard against those lips. At the end of this she wants to do the same for him, draw every bit out of him with her body.
Her tongue entangles with his and she kisses him with abandon in return. Hungry, heated, perhaps even messy - never something to be associated with Mitsuru Kirijo. Except when she's with him. With him while they fuck each other senseless, when she forget everything else exists outside of this room for once.
Her movements grow faster, harder; bouncing in his lap and once again extremely grateful that nobody else is present in the dorms. The thought sends a momentary thrill up her spine - no sneaking around, no rushing, no being quiet for once. She didn't know how much she wanted that up until this moment. It's becoming harder to kiss him like this, the harder she goes, but she'll do it whenever she gets the chance, though eventually sitting back a little so they can look at each other. Really look at each other. ]
You feel so good, Akihiko-
[ She doesn't know why she feels the need to speak. Only that that she wants him to know, know how she's feeling, know what he's doing to her with his cock- what he alone is allowed to do to her. Right as she bears on him even harder, taking his cock as deep into her as he can go, moaning aloud her bliss. He's the only one allowed to see her like this, giving in totally to her desires, chasing pleasure with him as if her life depends on it.
She'll be coming again before too long, heated waves of pleasure starting to build inside of her. ]
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He's never seen her chase her release this hard, to be this free with her want. It's gorgeous, he thinks. The way her hair moves with every thrust, her breasts doing the same and making his hands itch to touch them. Her moans are beautiful and cause want to roll through his body and increase the pace of his movements. They're moving together in sync like this and it feels incredible. ]
You too, Mitsuru. You're just — nngh — fucking amazing.
[ He pants heavily and his hands move to grip on either side of her hips, using that as leverage to keep fucking into her as she bounces on his cock. As she moans even louder, he leans in to press his mouth to her throat and kiss along the skin there, leaving marks from the light bites he's pressing against the pale skin.
He can feel the way she comes on him and it's hard because he can feel his own orgasm slowly building as well. But he doesn't want to stop yet, resists the urge to climax and instead keeps grinding into her. There's a wet squishing noise now as her release joins their thrusts and it only helps to make the whole thing hotter. ]
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She loves everything about the way that he's touching her; the way rough, calloused, strong hands grip her hips, using it to fuck her harder, deeper, while he bites at the delicate skin of her neck. She knows he's leaving marks, they'll be all the more stark against her pale, perfect skin later on. She also knows that seeing them in the mirror later, when she comes to undress herself will leave her with a deep and burning urge to let him make them all over again, to do this all over again.
It's easy to sense that he can't be far away from climax. There is the usual division in her mind of feeling like she might want this to never end, but also the desire to feel him come undone the same way that he's felt her. The way that he's about to feel her do so again. He's leaving her with bite marks and she'll leave him with something of his own to remember this, her fingernails digging sharply into his skin as her hands slide further down his shoulders, further down his back, using him as her anchor as she feels that familiar heat threaten to wash over her again. But she can't let it, not yet- ]
Akihiko- With me?
I want to feel you while I- [ God, she doesn't have to fill in the blanks here does she? Her face is flushed red as her hair. ]
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If she hadn't asked, he would've continued holding off on his orgasm. Pushing it back as long as he could while he continued fucking her through another few orgasms. There's no saying they can't still do that though, he's young and virile and it's not hard to get, well, hard again. Especially not with her.
So, the bite that comes to her neck this time is a little harder, and around the mark Akihiko nods his agreement. He continues to thrust inside of her, over and over, chasing his pleasure with every movement. She's so tight around him, so hot, and it's an incredible sensation to feel her clench around his cock as she comes and her pleasure overtakes her.
A few more thrusts and then the sharp feeling of her nails dragging down his back, it has him pushing into her deeply and then starting to come. He fills the condom he's wearing with heavy spurts of his release, groaning around her neck and pulling his mouth off the bite mark. He drops his forehead against her shoulder then and closes his eyes, breathing hard as he grinds up into her. He's just riding out his release now, feeling the aftershocks of it send shivers throughout his body. ]
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As he drops his forehead against her shoulder, making her shudder with his hot breaths against her skin, Mitsuru reaches up to run her fingers through his short hair, enjoying how mussed up it looks from their... exertions. Despite her usual desire for tidiness and order, she's been learning that she loves it when he looks like this, like he's been doing a work out but instead he's been "fighting" with her between the sheets.
She'll let him get his breath back, god knows they both need to, but it isn't long before she's leaning down to kiss him again. It's tender, letting the warm afterglow wash over her as she contemplates just how amazing this feels. She murmurs softly against his lips. ]
You're not going anywhere, Akihiko.
[ Bossy as always. The others are still out, they will be for a while... they can rest for a short bit and then... well, they have the rest of the day, together. ]
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Then she's tilting his face up to take his mouth in a kiss and he goes with it, letting out a soft, pleased noise as they kiss. It's a tender kiss, gentle, and has his toes curling slightly from where his legs are stretched out underneath them. It leaves him nicely dazed as they pull away and he looks up at her.
... Ah, she wants more. He nods his agreement and kisses the corner of her mouth after, not minding her demands at all. If Mitsuru wants to have him, have him she shall. ]
You got it.
[ And then he'll lean in for another kiss, keeping it soft and gentle at the moment as their lips move against each other. The warm weight of her on his lap is amazing and he even feels his cock twitch just a little at the anticipation of what's to come next. ]
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[ Kiss after gentle kiss follows and for once, for just a little while, she's able to lose herself in the idea of the two of them just being a pair of normal teenagers. All too far from reality, but it's nice to pretend otherwise sometimes. Not for too long, she won't ever let herself get too carried away...
Of course it's also Mitsuru who has to eventually break the spell and be practical. The twitch of his cock still buried deep inside her is the reminder that they can't stay connected like this for much longer, however reluctant to move both of them might be. She presses a final kiss to Akihiko's lips, before gently shifting to remove herself from his lap, gasping softly at the feeling of his length being freed from the tight confines of her sex. He knows where the bin underneath her desk is by now, just across from her bed, they can worry about emptying it later. Hiding the evidence. She'll let him do what he needs to do, until he's ready to return to the bed and to her.
When he does, she looks contemplative for a moment. ]
May I ask you something?
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He cleans himself up after she pulls off of him, tying off the condom and disposing of it in the trash can nearby. He's thinking idly about the number of condoms she still has, how many they might use today, as he settles back into the bed. He leans against her pillows, legs extended in front of him and comfortable in his nudity. When she speaks, he looks up to her with a curious expression. ]
Of course.
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