Yurina leaned in, closing the gap and pressing her lips to Shigeru's. It was impulsive, a move made without much thought, but once their lips met, she felt no regret. The kiss was languid and deliberate.
Shigeru responded immediately, leaning into the kiss, his hand on her stomach sliding up just a little, fingers grazing beneath her breast. Every touch felt purposeful, unhurried, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of her lips, the way she fit against him. His fingers moved from her cheek to the back of her head, threading through her hair, and she leaned in closer, drawn by the warmth of his lips.
When they finally broke apart, both breathless and a little dazed, Shigeru tugged at her jeans. Rising to her feet, she slipped them off unhurriedly, letting them pool at her feet. His eyes remained fixed on her, intense and unwavering, even as he slid his own pants down just enough to reveal the outline of his hardening cock against the fabric of his boxers.
"Keep your panties on," he murmured, earning a curious look from her. Without explaining, he pulled her back onto his lap, positioning her so that her thin underwear pressed directly against his pre-cum-soaked boxers. With hands securely at her waist, he guided her to straddle him, a little too high to grind properly. After a moment's hesitation, she lifted herself, aligning herself directly over him, and his hand cupped her, pressing her down as he guided her into a slow rhythm.
A low groan escaped him, his breath warm against her neck. "There," he murmured. "Just like that."
The friction between them was incredible, her dampness soaking through the fabric, heightening every sensation. She sighed softly into his ear, each shift of her hips drawing her closer, and he murmured a soft, "Good girl," planting a kiss at the base of her throat.
With a sudden movement, he lifted her, carrying her to the bed. He laid her back, positioning himself between her legs, spreading her thighs to reveal the mess she had made. Moving aside her panties, he traced two fingers along her entrance, the gentle contact making her hips jolt. "This all for me?" he asked, his voice low.
Shigeru brought his lips to her clit, his tongue moving in slow, teasing circles. Her back arched from the mattress, her hands clutching the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. When she tried to grind against him for more friction, he held her hips down. "Easy, princess." He left a playful nip on her inner thigh, then returned to her clit, sucking gently as his fingers worked to open her up.
Her moans grew louder as he continued, his mouth and fingers in perfect rhythm, bringing her closer with each stroke. She was practically shaking, unable to keep still, as his tongue circled her clit with increasing pressure. Looking up, his gaze met hers, and he whispered against her, his lips glistening with her slick, "You're so fucking beautiful."
Smirking, Shigeru tugged his boxers down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He stroked it a few times, his eyes fixed on her, before pulling her hips forward. Her back was still pressed into the bed, and as he lifted her up, she was practically folded in half, giving him a perfect view of her spread pussy.
A string of spit dripped from his lips, landing on her cunt, and he smeared it around her clit, working it in. She moaned, watching his cock bob as he lined it up with her entrance, only teasing her at first. "Tell me how bad you want it," he said, brushing the tip along her slit, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Come on, princess, use your words."
"I... I want it," she stammered, struggling to get the words out as the pressure between her legs made it hard to think clearly. It seemed to be enough for him, though, because a moment later, he was pushing inside, the thick head of his cock sinking into her warmth.
Shigeru leaned over, holding her up by the small of her back as he pushed deeper. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, the stretch of him leaving her speechless. Once he was fully seated, he stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, and she could swear she felt him twitch inside her, filling her up in the best possible way.
Her walls fluttered around him, drawing a groan from his lips as he started moving, drawing his hips back slowly, only to slam back in with enough force to jostle the bed. A choked gasp escaped her throat, and he did it again, each thrust slow and torturous, leaving her mind blank.
It was hard to stay quiet and stifle the chorus of moans, gasps, and whimpers. "Let me hear your pretty voice," he groaned, his voice ragged as he pounded into her until she was crying out, writhing beneath him. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he continued to drive into her.
After a few more powerful thrusts, he paused, still inside her, quivering slightly as he tried to hold himself together. Slowly, he pulled out, and she could see his cock glistening with her juices. He stayed there for a moment, admiring the mess he'd made of her, before thick ropes of cum spilled from him, coating her stomach and thighs.
"Fuck..." he groaned, rubbing himself against her, letting the last of his release spill out over her skin. Warm and slick, it ran down her stomach as he shifted her, lifting her thighs over his shoulders. "I didn't forget about you, princess," he murmured, leaning down to lick a stripe along her slit. "I want you to come for me, okay?"
With that, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue working over her clit. Now that he'd found his release, he was wholly focused on getting her off, licking and sucking at her until she was lost in sensation. A little drool leaked from her lips as she rocked into his mouth, the muscles in her thighs tightening as her body trembled. When her release finally hit, it crashed over her in waves, leaving her breathless and spent.
Shigeru didn't pull away immediately, instead placing gentle kisses along the insides of her thighs as her release faded. After a moment, he lay beside her, both basking in the afterglow, skin tingling from the intense high they'd just ridden together.
"That was amazing," he sighed contentedly, his fingers trailing along her bare skin.
She bit her lip, turning her head slightly to avoid his gaze. "Yeah," she agreed, her voice softer, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She couldn't meet his eyes, not after everything that had happened, not with the heat still pooling in her stomach and his release drying on her skin.
Noticing her slight embarrassment, Shigeru cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer for a deep, lingering kiss. "I think we should see each other more often."
She blinked, caught off guard. "Is it because of the sex?" she asked bluntly. It wasn't that she thought she had feelings for him—at least, she didn't think so. But hearing him say something like that right after they'd been together left her uncertain.
He smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. "I didn't mean it like that. I didn't say we should fuck more often. I said we should see each other more often."
She chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to hide her relief. "I guess so," she replied, as casually as she could manage, still feeling a bit exposed to his clarification.
"What are your plans this weekend?"
She sighed, sitting up as she began getting dressed again. "I've got a lot of work to catch up on," she admitted, "but there's also an archaeology exhibit downtown I wanted to check out. It's got some ancient Mesopotamian artifacts on display—things like cuneiform tablets."
"Wow, you really are a nerd," he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.
She rolled her eyes, unfazed by the comment. "Is that a problem?" she challenged, arching an eyebrow. "I didn't think being into that kind of thing was bad."
Shigeru chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "Not a problem at all. It's just...you don't see too many girls who look like you getting into archaeology and all that ancient civilization stuff."
"Girls that look like me?" She raised an eyebrow, unsure if it was a compliment or not.
"You know what I mean—smart, gorgeous... You've got this whole look going on. It's just unexpected," he said, struggling to put it into words. "You're not exactly who I picture geeking out over cuneiform tablets."
It sounded like a compliment, but it still left her second-guessing. She reached for her pants, still slightly flustered. "Oh, well...thanks?" she muttered, uncertain if she should even be thanking him for something that seemed so backhanded. But he only gave her that same easy smile, eyes following her as she dressed.
"So, what, you're running off now?" he asked, his tone level, though there was something genuine in his question.
She paused mid-zip, glancing back at him. Was that his way of asking her to stay? The thought made her hesitate, her movements slowing as she tried to read his mood. Shigeru wasn't the type to openly ask for company, but something about his tone left her wondering. "I mean…" She zipped up her jeans, straightening up. "I probably should head back."
She was trying to be reasonable. She didn't want to overstay her welcome; the last thing she wanted was for things to get weird.
Shigeru let out a short laugh, though it seemed almost forced.
"Don't look so serious. I was just asking." He fixed himself up, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. It was almost too subtle to notice, but there was a hint of disappointment in his voice. She stopped in her tracks, staring at him a beat too long. He wasn't pushing her away, but he wasn't exactly pulling her closer, either.
Taking a breath, she decided to speak up. "Do you have a roommate?" The question slipped out before she could think twice about it, feeling strange even to her.
He shrugged, leaning back against the pillows, his fingers tracing the fabric of the bedspread. "No," he replied, sounding almost bored with the topic. "Got the room to myself. Perks of my father's status, I guess." The words came out with a trace of bitterness.
With a quiet sigh, she sat back down on the bed beside him, smoothing her shirt before resting her hands in her lap. "I don't have any classes tomorrow," she said with a small shrug, keeping her gaze on the bedspread as she traced invisible lines with her fingers. "I guess tolerating you for a little longer wouldn't hurt."
Shigeru wasted no time, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her down beside him, her body pressing into the mattress. She let out a small yelp, startled by how easily he maneuvered her as his arm settled comfortably around her back. "Are you pitying me right now?" He tried to make it sound like a joke, but his voice was so soft and low that the attempt didn't fully land.
"I'm not pitying you. I just… don't have anything better to do right now, so…" She let the words trail off, unsure how to finish the thought. It was easier to stay with him than to figure out what to say next. She could leave if she really wanted to—but that wasn't what she wanted, was it?
He rolled off the bed, heading to his desk, where he broke off a chunk from a stash of brownies. "Wanna split this?" he offered. She hesitated for a second before nodding, taking the piece from him.
The high crept in slowly as they lounged on his bed, laughter bubbling up between them. At first, it was about nothing in particular—something dumb Shigeru said about a professor being a conspiracy theorist—but soon, they laughed at everything.
"So, you're telling me," she said between bursts of laughter, "that Daiya thinks he's some kind of supernatural prodigy?"
Shigeru grinned, his eyes half-lidded. "He's convinced he's gonna ascend to some higher plane or something. I swear, the shit he says when he's high…"
She laughed harder, clutching her stomach. "I can't. That's… that's too much." She realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed like this. At that moment, nothing else mattered—not her classes, not what had happened between her and Shigeru earlier, nothing. Everything felt lighter, freer.
She had peeled off most of her clothes at some point, feeling too warm and comfortable to stay dressed. She'd thrown on one of Shigeru's shirts, the fabric soft against her skin and smelling faintly of him. It was far too big, hanging loosely over her, but it was cozy enough that she curled into his side, making herself comfortable.
"I could get used to this," he whispered. For a second, she wasn't even sure he meant to say it aloud, but when she looked up, his eyes were closed, and his face relaxed. He seemed perfectly content, his arm draped around her as they lay together, pressed close.
It wasn't exactly a confession, but Shigeru definitely felt something. She chose not to comment on it, instead closing her eyes alongside him, their breaths slowly syncing. She was more exhausted than she'd realized.