(y/n) P.O.V. 1st Person
We all decided to drop what we were doing and spend the usual club time searching for Yuri's clothes. And by drop what we were doing I mean we literally just stopped the previous argument and left. Once we realized his clothes had been scattered across campus, we all split into pairs. I stuck with Yuri, though I probably should have gone with the others. Akemi went with Itome, of course. Shikatani and Tamura left together, and then there was Kashima and Toono who had run into us during our search. I was certain us and the virgin pair would be the only ones looking though. The other two groups were probably banging in a classroom somewhere. But then my pair has its own problems. I've been getting some interesting looks wandering around with a naked dude after all.
Every time I find an article of clothing, whether it's Yuri's or not, I shove it in his arms. "Is that all?" I ask, staring at the towering pile.
"Yep yep!" He replies, still making no move to actually put the clothes on.
"Come on then, put them on. We don't have all day." Getting sick of waiting, I yank the clothes from his arms and set to work on dressing him all until I button the last button on his shirt. I can't even imagine Itome wandering around, pants and boxers sagging with his shirt fully unbuttoned, or Akemi in nothing but his shirt. This school must really be loose on its dress code. At my previous high school, a guy got in serious trouble for just wearing shorts instead of the uniform pants. It was summer then, yet these boys could wander around stark naked all year long.
Yuri suddenly grabs my shirt, and for a moment I think he was going to strip me here. "No, Yuri! This isn't the time!" He finishes, and I realize he's actually been buttoning it up. I forgot that I too wasn't necessarily dressed, at least not decently. "Um, thanks..." I run my hand through my (h/c) lock's nervously. I glance up at him, noticing his cheeks are all red. He mutters something incoherent, staring down at me.
Suddenly, he wraps his arms around my waist, his hand running up the back of my thigh and along my ass. "You're still not wearing panties…" I guess I've gotten used to it at this point, but I hope it's not too obvious.
He flips me over lifting the hem of my skirt. I close my eyes as I anticipate pretty much anything right now. Instead, I just hear him let out an annoyed growl. He clicks his tongue, "Haruto? This is Yuri's pussy."
I feel my cheeks heat up. That little mark is honestly starting to embarrass me now. It was only one thing out of a whole night, but I hate the little reminders it gives me every time I feel it there. Of course it will heal up in a few days, but that doesn't change the fact that it's still there.
I hear chattering as people pass by us. Quickly I shove Yuri off me and straighten myself up. "Is that them?" One asks. 'Well duh, I'm the only AFAB in the school,' I roll my eyes. 'You'd think everyone knew about me, considering it's been a month since I transferred.'
"Man, Haruto sure is lucky," the other voice comments. I flinched at the mention of him, it seemed he was going around telling everyone about last night.
"He's right. They definitely look like a slut. If you even look close enough, you can even see from here that they're not wearing any panties." I feel my cheeks turn red. 'This was the worst time I could have left my clothes in the club room.'
I clench my fists at my side, holding back tears, but I'm trembling under the stress. Yuri wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug. He places a kiss on my temple as I bury my face in his warm chest. I just stay in his lap while he comforts me. He carefully runs a hand through my (h/c) locks and another along my back. (And then Yuri got hard af and they fucked until they both felt better. The End.) His hands cup my ears as I raise my brow at him. I can still hear them, but even he seems to know that much. It's not like covering my ears is doing anything, but the notion is sweet. "Don't listen to them. (y/n)-chan's not a slut; they're just beautiful."