The door shut behind us with a solid click.
Ashido stepped in first, heels in one hand, still wearing her UA uniform and a pair of long black socks that climbed to her knees. Her eyes made a quick scan of the place—minimalist and clean. Nothing flashy, nothing out of place.
"Wow," she said, tone half-teasing. "This place is... kinda plain. Like, aggressively normal. You got something against decorations?"
"There's never been a need," I said, tossing my keys on the counter. "It's just me and my dad living here. But he's always out working late—and even if he was home, he wouldn't care."
She gave a small, curious nod. "Must be quiet most nights."
"Usually."
Her eyes lingered on me as I stepped into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. I twisted it open, took a long gulp, while leaning against the counter.
"So," she said, crossing her arms, "you do this often?"
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and turned to look at her. "No."
That answer pulled a slight raise of her eyebrows, but she didn't question it. Instead, she closed the space between us like it was nothing.
"Guess I'm lucky, then," she said. "Or maybe just hot enough to be the exception."
"Both can be true," I said.
Her fingers caught my tie, looping around it once before giving it a small, deliberate tug.
"Then stop making me work for it."
I didn't need a second invitation.
I stepped in, cupped her jaw, and kissed her. She didn't hesitate—leaned into me with force, her grip curling into my uniform as she pressed herself up against my chest.
We kissed like it was inevitable. Every brush of our lips, every shift of breath, had been loaded from the start.
She broke it off first, eyes dark, breath slightly uneven.
"Your room?" she asked, not bothering to hide the intent.
I nodded. "This way."
She followed, close behind, hands already working at the buttons of my shirt before we even reached the doorway. By the time we stepped inside, I had her pressed back against the edge of the bed, her grin wild and hungry.
Her tie hit the floor. Then mine.
She was fast. Confident. Not shy about wanting what she wanted.
"You're cut," she muttered, fingers trailing down my abs."I've been wanting to play with these since I saw them."
I raised a brow. "Regretting anything?"
Her lips brushed my neck. "Only that we didn't do this sooner."
Her shirt was next. Mine followed. Then her bra.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, socks brushing warm against my sides as she pulled me closer, thighs tightening with purpose.
I kissed her again, harder this time.
My hands slid under her thighs, gripping tight as I lifted her high enough to shift her higher onto the bed. She moved with me, fluid and eager, her back arching as she dragged me down on top of her.
Her hips rolled up against mine, a deliberate grind that left nothing to the imagination. She was hot, already pressed so tight I could feel the line of her soaked underwear drag along the front of my slacks.
"You're not shy, are you?" I murmured against her throat, lips brushing against her flushed skin.
"Not when I want something," she whispered, tilting her head to give me more space.
I started kissing her slowly. Lips against her neck. Then teeth. I bit just enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with my tongue, tasting the sweat that had started to rise to the surface.
My fingers worked their way under her skirt. The moment I hooked a thumb under the waistband of her panties, she raised her hips without being asked.
I pulled them down slowly, watching the way her thighs twitched under the drag of fabric. The damp heat clung to her, slick and aching.
I went back to kissing my way down—over her navel, across her hips—watching every shift in her body. Her fingers tangled in the sheets when I reached the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and I let my breath trail over her, close enough to feel her squirm.
And I licked her. One slow stroke, firm and unhurried.
She moaned low—back arching, legs tightening around my shoulders. Her hips bucked once, instinctive and sharp.
I kept going, slowly dragging my tongue along. She gasped, hands flying to my hair, fingers curling tight as I licked her again—deeper, more deliberate. She tasted sharp and sweet, her body twitching under every flick of my mouth.
Ashido clamped one hand over her mouth like she didn't trust the sounds coming out of her.
"You really gonna hide that?" I asked her. "Thought you said you weren't shy."
Her hand dropped instantly. "You—fuck—Kyūta…" She moaned, breathless and shaking.
I didn't stop.
Every motion was precise—tongue stroking in steady rhythm, lips locking around her clit with just enough suction to make her jolt. She writhed under me, cursing softly, fingers digging into my sheets.
"You're..." she gasped, voice cracking, "so fucking good at this…"
I didn't reply. I just pushed her higher, kept her riding that edge until she broke with a moan, back arching, body trembling against my mouth. She came hard.
I licked her through it, slow and greedy, until the tension drained out of her and she sagged into the bed.
Only then did I get up.
She laid there panting, chest rising and falling. Sweat clung to her face, while her lips were parted in a dazed satisfaction.
"That was…" she started, then stopped, licking her lips. "...a dangerous kind of good."
I raised an eyebrow. "You gonna return the favor?"
She didn't answer.
Just grinned and sat up, pushing herself off the bed. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me as I sat down at the edge of the mattress. Her hands were already at my belt. She undid it with ease, then popped the button and tugged the zipper down slowly. Her eyes tracked every inch as she peeled my pants lower, then paused.
"Fuck, okay," she whispered, biting her lip as she pulled my pants down. "Yeah, that tracks."
I smirked down at her. "Try not to fall in love."
She looked up at me with a cheeky smile. "No promises."
Her hand wrapped around the base—firm grip, slow stroke—just enough pressure to make me tense. She leaned forward, tongue flicking over the head once, tasting me with a hum of approval.
Then she took me in.
Her lips wrapped around me, warm and slick. Her mouth moved slowly at first. Tongue swirling in lazy circles, every motion meant to tease, not please.
Yet.
Her hand worked in tandem, smooth rhythm matched by the gentle press of her fingers against my thigh. She never broke eye contact. Eyes wide, watching for every twitch of reaction she could wring from me.
I groaned under my breath, one hand bracing against the wall behind her, the other drifting into her hair.
She pulled off with a wet pop, chin shining with saliva.
"You're enjoying this way too much," I muttered.
"Can you blame me?" she said, licking her lips "You're fucking delicious."
Her tongue traced the underside as she took me again—deeper this time. I felt the edge of her throat tense, and then relax. She hummed around me, slow and steady, pulling a hiss from between my teeth.
"You're playing with fire."
She looked up at me with a wicked glint, then gave the tiniest nod.
Go on, then.
A silent dare.
I tightened my grip in her hair. Her breath hitched in anticipation, and I pulled her down.
Slow at first. Let her feel the depth creeping in. Then I pushed deeper—inch by inch—until her nose brushed against my abdomen and she choked softly, throat tightening around me.
She held it.
Her throat worked around me, swallowing once, and that was it.
I groaned loud, hand still in her hair, body tightening.
"Fuck—Ashido—"
I came.
Hard.
She didn't pull away. She stayed right there, swallowing every drop—her tongue still teasing me even as the aftershocks hit. When I finally released her hair, she eased back, mouth slipping free with a wet pop.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked up at me—smirking, flushed, and damn near glowing.
"Call me Mina from now on," she said, voice hoarse and proud.
I looked down at her. "Mina," I said slowly, savoring it. "Yeah… I think that fits better."
I let myself fall back onto the bed, breathing heavily, heart still hammering in my chest. My pants were halfway down, shirt long forgotten somewhere near the door. I figured that was it.
But then I felt the bed shift beside me.
Mina slid up on her hands and knees, hair tousled, eyes gleaming. She crawled into my peripheral like a predator moving in slow motion—hips swaying, lips curved in a grin.
She leaned in close, breath warm against my ear.
"Wanna do it…" she whispered.
I turned my head. "Do what?"
She giggled, soft and teasing, then leaned in again—this time her teeth grazing my ear.
"You knoooow… Fuuuuuuck."
The word stretched out, playful and obscene in equal measure.
I smirked, blood already rushing back to where it needed to be. "Shit," I muttered, "you don't need to tell me twice."
She straddled my hips without another word, gripping my shoulders as she settled into place. I felt the heat of her against me, soaked and eager.
But then she paused.
"Oh, right," she said, reaching between her legs. Her fingers dipped lower, and when she pulled them back, they glistened with slick gray fluid that shimmered slightly in the light.
I raised an eyebrow. "Wait… acid?"
She gave me a wicked little smirk. "Relax. I can control the solubility. This is the lowest, at this level it's more like lube than anything else."
That answered that.
She took me in hand, lined us up, and started to sink down.
Fuck.
The way her heat swallowed me inch by inch—it was unreal. Her folds stretched around me with a wet, slow grind that sent a shiver up my spine. Her thighs trembled slightly as she took me deeper, lips parted in a soft gasp she tried and failed to stifle.
"God, you're thick," she muttered, breath shaky.
"Keep going," I said, voice low.
She obeyed. Took every inch until her ass pressed flush to my thighs. Her breath came out hard and shallow. Her walls gripped me like they wanted to hold me forever.
I let my head drop back, groaned deep.
Then she started to move.
Slow at first—grinding, rotating her hips in tight, wet circles that made every nerve fire. Her hands pressed against my chest for leverage as she built her rhythm. Bounce by bounce, her tempo picked up. Skin meeting skin, the sound growing louder, wetter.
I slid my hands up her waist—over the curve of her torso, up to her chest. Grabbed hold of full, perfect tits that filled my palms like they'd been made for it.
I teased her nipples with my thumbs, then leaned up and took one into my mouth.
She moaned, threading her fingers into my hair as I sucked, bit, and teased. Every sound she made pushed me closer, every bounce of her hips sent sparks running up my spine.
"Kyūta—fuck—" she gasped, pace quickening. Her legs trembled, and her walls started to clench around me. "I'm close—keep going, keep fucking—"
I gripped her hips tighter and started thrusting up to meet her. I hit the angles I knew would finish her fast.
And when she finally came, it hit her like a wave—head thrown back, chest heaving, cunt spasming around my cock like she was trying to wring every last drop from me.
I came with a grunt, hands clenching hard on her hips as I emptied into her, hips jerking up in one final, hard thrust that pushed her down to the hilt.
We stayed like that for a long moment—fused, panting, slick with sweat and satisfaction.
She finally slumped forward onto my chest, giggling breathlessly.
"Okay…" she whispered, breath hot against my skin. "That was worth the walk to the parking lot."
I wrapped an arm around her waist, let my other hand rest on the curve of her ass, and closed my eyes for a second.
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We laid on the bed in silence for a while.
Our clothes were scattered around the floor, and the only sounds were the hum of the AC and our breathing—quiet, steady, matching pace without even trying.
Mina was on her side, head resting on my arm, the other lazily tracing small circles against my chest with a single finger. Her legs were tangled with mine, her socks still somehow on. I didn't mind.
"I can feel your heartbeat," she murmured.
I didn't respond right away. Just let my fingers drift along the curve of her bare hip, slow and idle.
It was comfortable.
Not intimate in the romantic sense—just comfortable. No pressure. No awkwardness. Just two people riding the high of a good decision.
"So…" I said eventually, eyes still on the ceiling. "What is this, exactly?"
Mina didn't answer right away. Her finger stopped moving, and she tilted her head slightly, cheek pressing more into my forearm.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…" I exhaled through my nose. "We've been flirty, hung out a lot before UA started. Now we've had sex. I just want to know where we stand."
There was no tension in the room, just some curiosity. If anything, she seemed more relaxed after I asked.
She rolled onto her back, arms stretching above her head with a long, content sigh.
"I don't want anything serious," she said, voice casual but not dismissive. "Not right now."
I glanced over at her. "Not your thing?"
She shrugged, grinning lazily. "I think you're hot. And you think I'm hot."
"That's fair."
"So we'll hang out," she said, looking over at me with half-lidded eyes, "and we'll fuck whenever we feel like it."
I blinked, then gave a short laugh. "So what—you want a friends with benefits thing?"
Mina smirked. "You make it sound so formal."
"Just clarifying."
She rolled back onto her side, draping her arm across my stomach.
"As long as it doesn't get weird, I'm down," she said. "You cool with that?"
I paused for a second, then nodded. "Yeah. I'm cool with that."
She smiled, not coy or flirty. Just... content.
"Good," she said softly.
And just like that, it was settled.