A/N :- "Ring~Ring~ R-18 content ahead."
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Kira finished his quick shower, his mind still running wild with thoughts about what might be happening in the other bathroom. As he dried off, he grabbed a pair of boxers and threw on an oversized t-shirt. The fabric clung slightly to his still-wet skin, and he sighed, trying to keep his thoughts in check.
Fwoosh... He stepped out of the bathroom, his bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor as he headed back to his room.
Ksshh, ksshh...
The soft rustling of clothes could still be heard through the door to his room's bathroom. He knew Kyoko was inside, and that thought alone made his heart pound harder than he wanted to admit. When he opened the door to his room, he was greeted by an unexpected sight—her drenched clothes, neatly folded on the chair, dripping water onto the floor.
Kira gulped.
Just as he was starting to let his mind wander again, Kyoko's timid voice came from behind the bathroom door.
"K-Kira..." Her voice was soft, hesitant. "I don't have... any clothes."
Thump, thump.
His mind jumped straight into the gutter, picturing her—Kyoko, his former teacher—naked, her body dripping wet from the shower. Glistening skin, beads of water rolling down her curves... Kira shook his head quickly, trying to get rid of the image that had immediately formed.
"S-Shit," he muttered under his breath, scratching his head. But before his thoughts could derail him further, he forced himself to move. "A-alright, hang on."
Fsssh...
He made his way to the wardrobe, pulling it open with a hasty clack. Rifling through the clothes, he came across something he hadn't seen in a while—Rika's old short shorts and one of his oversized t-shirts. He stared at the clothes for a second, his mind once again wandering to naughty Kyoko, wearing his clothes, barely fitting into those short shorts.
Bad idea... bad idea...
But there was no other option. He grabbed them and walked toward the bathroom door. Kira knocked lightly, his knuckles barely making a sound on the wooden surface.
Ksshh…
The door opened just a crack, and Kira froze. For a brief moment, he caught a glimpse of her glistening skin—smooth, flushed from the hot water. His eyes followed the curve of her neck, down to the bare hint of her shoulder. Her wet hair draped over her skin, and he could feel his pulse quicken.
Kira's mouth went dry.
Kyoko reached out timidly, her fingers brushing against his as she took the clothes from him. "T-thank you," she whispered, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink.
He quickly averted his gaze, but not before his eyes caught sight of more than he should have—just a fleeting glimpse of her damp towel barely covering her curves, the way her body glistened under the soft bathroom light.
"Y-yeah, no problem," he stammered, stepping back as he fought the urge to keep looking. His hand still tingled where her fingers had touched him.
The door closed softly behind her, and Kira stood there for a moment, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He could feel something stirring deep inside him, a mix of curiosity, attraction, and pure male instinct.
Thump, thump.
He turned, walking to the window, breathing in the cool night air as the rain lightly tapped against the glass.
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Inside the bathroom, Kyoko held the clothes Kira had given her, her heart beating fast. Her body was still wet, the cool air of the house making her shiver slightly. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her flushed cheeks, her wet hair falling messily over her shoulders.
She knew what she had just done—opening the door like that. She had felt Kira's eyes on her, and for the first time in a long while, she didn't mind being looked at. In fact, she… liked it.
Doki doki...
Her fingers played with the fabric of the clothes, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her body, a warmth she hadn't felt in years. The oversized shirt would cover her, but those short shorts? She bit her lip, wondering if they would even fit her.
Shuff…
She slipped out of her towel, letting it fall to the floor with a soft plop. As the cool air kissed her wet skin, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Slowly, she pulled on the t-shirt, which, as expected, was far too big. It fell just above her thighs, clinging to her damp body. She looked down at the shorts and sighed. There was no way they'd fit comfortably.
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Kira stood in front of the window, his heart pounding in his chest.
The soft pattering of the rain against the glass should've been soothing, but instead, it only made him more aware of the silence in the house, and of Kyoko's presence just a few feet away. His mind kept replaying that brief moment—the warmth of her skin, the way her damp hair clung to her body when she took the clothes from him.
Thump, thump.
His thoughts spiraled into something darker, something more primal. The tension in his body was almost unbearable, and as much as he tried, he couldn't stop imagining Kyoko stepping out of that bathroom in his oversized t-shirt and those tiny shorts. He clenched his fists, trying to shake off the feelings.
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Kyoko stood in front of the mirror, the oversized t-shirt clinging to her damp skin. Her eyes met her reflection, and she bit her lip, feeling a strange warmth building in her chest. The short shorts barely fit her, and the cool night air made her hyper-aware of how little she was wearing.
Doki doki...
She could still feel Kira's gaze on her, even though he wasn't in the room. The way he had looked at her when she opened the door, the heat in his eyes—it made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time. She let out a soft sigh, running her fingers through her wet hair.
Why am I thinking like this?
But she knew why. Tonight felt different. Everything that had happened—the kiss, the way Kira held her hand, the fact that they were alone in his house, with no one to interrupt—it was all making her emotions swirl in directions she hadn't anticipated.
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As Kyoko dried her hair with the towel, memories of lonely nights at home came flooding back. She remembered the countless evenings she'd spent crying herself to sleep, clutching onto her pillow, with no one to turn to for comfort. Tonight, though, Kira was here.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn't want to be alone.
Knock knock...
There was a soft tap at the door. It was Kira.
"Kyoko Sensei, are you alright in there?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath, pushing down the loneliness that had started to creep up on her again. "Yeah," she said softly, her voice trembling just a little. "I'll be out in a minute."
She looked at her reflection one more time, then made a decision.
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Kyoko stepped out of the bathroom, the oversized t-shirt hanging loosely on her frame, the shorts barely covering her thighs. She looked shy, almost vulnerable, but there was a determination in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
Kira turned around when he heard the door open, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. Seeing Kyoko like this—wearing his clothes, her wet hair framing her face, her skin still glistening in places—was more than he could handle. His pulse quickened, and he felt a surge of heat rush through his body.
"I... didn't want to be alone tonight," she said softly, her eyes avoiding his. "Not after everything."
Her words hit him like a punch in the gut. He knew Kyoko had been going through a lot, that she'd been lonely for a long time. And right now, in this moment, he understood what she meant. She didn't want to be alone—and neither did he.
"Sen–Kyoko..." He Sadi I'm a low voice correcting his words.
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Kira reached out, his hand brushing against hers as he gently led her to the bed. They both sat down, the tension between them thick, almost palpable. His heart raced as he looked at her, unsure of what to say, but knowing that words weren't enough.
"I... I don't know what I'm doing," Kira admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want you to feel alone, either."
Kyoko gave him a small, sad smile. "You don't have to say anything."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, "Just... stay with me tonight."
Thump, thump...
Kira's body reacted instantly to her words, his pulse hammering in his ears as he felt her hands move to his chest. She was trembling, but there was a quiet resolve in her touch that told him she wanted this—needed this, maybe more than anything right now.
Their eyes met for a brief second, and then Kyoko leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, but quickly deepened as they both gave in to the tension that had been building between them all night.
Kira's hands moved on instinct, sliding over her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of the t-shirt.
She pulled away slightly, her breathing ragged. "Kira..." she whispered, her cheeks flushed with desire. "I... I want to... make you feel good."
Kira's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could respond, Kyoko moved down, her hands sliding down his chest, over his stomach, until she reached the waistband of his boxers.
Kira's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as he watched her through half-lidded eyes.
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The next few moments were a blur of heat, sensation, and muffled sounds as Kyoko's lips, hands, and body worked in tandem. Kira could feel every touch, every flick of her tongue, every movement, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. His fingers dug into the sheets, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Kyoko's soft moans filled the room.
Shlick, shlick... The wet sounds of her actions echoed in the quiet house, mingling with the rain outside.
Kira bit his lip, trying to hold back, but it was too much.
He could feel the tension building, higher and higher, until finally—
Kira's body tensed as the pleasure surged through him, his breath catching in his throat.
"Ah… Kyoko…"
He gripped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he felt the release building inside him, unstoppable. A guttural groan escaped his lips, and in the next second, he pushed himself deeper into her mouth.
Gulp… gulp…
Kyoko swallowed every drop, her throat working quickly as she took him in. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, before she pulled back slightly, revealing the glistening strands of his seed still coating her lips.
Kira gasped for air, his pulse pounding in his ears as his mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened.
And then Kyoko smiled.
Her lips parted slowly, revealing her mouth, and Kira's breath hitched. She was showing him—showing him everything, her tongue, coated with his release. But it wasn't just that. When he looked into her eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
Doki doki…
Her pupils had changed. They weren't normal anymore. There, in the center of her wide, dazed eyes, was a strange, heart-shaped glow. A shiver ran down his spine. Something was wrong. This wasn't Kyoko—not fully. She wasn't in control of herself.
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A/N : 😅 😌 Phew!.