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“We’ve got ten minutes, so you’d better go quick.”
They were behind the school, tucked into a corner of the rear courtyard that students never visited. It was the most common meeting spot, the safest of several dangerous options for their risky little rendezvous. Often, it was the only time they could spend alone together without arousing suspicion from their friends, and it was time the pair savored. The danger, the risk of being caught, only heightened the thrill.
Shikimori knelt down in front of Inuzuka Shuu, quickly unzipping his pants to expose his throbbing, twitching cock, a bead of precum already beginning to leak out. She eyed his member with the hungry look of a predator before swallowing it whole, sliding Inuzuka’s dick into her mouth and down her throat, her nose brushing against his pubes when she bottomed out. The wet spot in her panties grew as she pulled back and went down again, bobbing her head over and over on Inuzuka’s cock, one hand tightly gripping his thigh, the other drifting between her legs, flipping her skirt up out of the way for better access to her crotch, rubbing her clit through her stained underwear.
“Oof - eager today, huh?” teased Inuzuka, his face flushing as Shikimori vigorously sucked his cock, strings of glistening saliva escaping her lips and dripping onto the grass below. She ignored him, focused on her morning task, her ministrations increasing in intensity. Inuzuka, beginning to lose himself in the pleasure, reached for her head, but Shikimori roughly slapped him away, tightly gripping the base of his cock as she pulled back and glared up at him.
“What did I tell you about touching me?” she snapped, her face growing intense. Inuzuka held his hands up like he was being arrested, letting out a nervous chuckle.
“Sorry, sorry.”
Satisfied that he’d gotten the message, Shikimori returned to her work, snaking her hand into her panties for more direct contact with her clit. She only had a few minutes left to finish Inuzuka off and head back to the front of the school to meet Izumi - feeling the pressure of time, she cupped his balls and massaged them to encourage him to finish faster, her tongue flicking out repeatedly along the base of his cock, her teeth lightly grazing against his shaft as she sucked harder, increasing her pace in time with Inuzuka’s reactions.
Braced against the wall behind him, Inuzuka let out quiet, ragged breaths, legs beginning to tremble, his cock twitching in Shikimori’s mouth. She could tell he was almost there, right on the edge, and so was she. Leaning back a little, she gazed up at Inuzuka, an expression of pure lust on her face as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, aggressively pumping his cock.
“Are you going to cum for me, Inuzuka?” she asked, her voice low and husky. His attempt to respond died in his throat, and all Inuzuka could do was gasp as he came, firing several long, thick shots of cum directly into Shikimori’s mouth with precise aim, splattering all over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. She managed to get herself over the edge as well, feeling her juices leaking all over her panties as she came, legs twitching as the orgasm washed over her in time with Inuzuka’s. She kept her eyes locked on him until he was emptied out, his cock softening in her hand, and Inuzuka fell back against the wall, utterly spent.
The end came not a moment too soon, as the morning bell rang, signaling the end of their private time. Shikimori quickly rose to her feet, groaning a little at the uncomfortable stickiness between her thighs, as Inuzuka tucked himself back into his pants. The two of them began to head in separate directions to meet up with the rest of their friend group, and Inuzuka cast a reminder over his shoulder as he departed.
“See you at the club room.”
Blushing, Shikimori didn’t respond, but the message had been received loud and clear, and she spent the rest of the walk to meet Izumi trying to tamp herself down and make sure she looked presentable when she arrived.
“Ah! Shikimori!”
He called out to her, standing on the steps leading to the main entrance. There was a fresh set of scrapes on his arm, a brush-burn on his cheek - Shikimori supposed Izumi had tripped over something on the way to school and taken a particularly rough tumble. When she reached him, she placed a hand on his other cheek, giving him a soft smile.
“Are you okay?” she asked. Izumi let out a sheepish chuckle, shrugging.
“Not as bad as it could have been,” he said. Something caught his eye, however, and he reached forward.
“Ah, Shikimori, you’ve got something on your -“
“Don’t worry about it!” Shikimori hastily replied, reaching up and wiping off a bit of residue from her cheek, rubbing it on her skirt. Izumi looked taken aback at the abrupt response, but merely gave her another wide smile, heading up the stairs to school. Shikimori followed, her face red, doing her best to ignore the ever-so-slight squelching noise between her legs.
///
The problem wasn’t Izumi.
Guilt permeated Shikimori’s consciousness whenever she was away from Inuzuka, and it was particularly intense in the moments she shared alone with Izumi, as the two of them progressed through their storybook high school courtship. He was lovely, truly, and she knew that he deserved better than to be betrayed on such a regular basis by her. Several times, she’d deluded herself into thinking that, this time, she would put a stop to her masquerade, that her trysts with Inuzuka would finally be behind her, and she could be faithful to Izumi the way he deserved.
And yet, without fail, Shikimori always found herself back behind the school, or in the club room, kneeling in front of Inuzuka, bending over in front of him, spreading her legs for him. In some ways, it felt like there was a magnetism between them, a raw sexual attraction that she couldn’t reconcile; other times, she could see it for what it was, an addiction that she was completely unable to break.
They’d started about six months ago, just over half a year into her relationship with Izumi. Their friend group had gone on a summer trip, and at the end of the day, only Shikimori and Inuzuka were awake for the return trip. Something about Inuzuka’s body, his lips, his voice, captivated her, compelled her to reach out to him, their lips locking in a moment of terrible serendipity, and things only escalated from there. Inuzuka, for his part, did little to discourage her, though he maintained a frustrating veneer of being a passenger in their affair, merely “along for the ride” as he, too, betrayed Izumi, his best friend. The two of them were complicit together, but Shikimori couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the only one truly suffering. And yet, again and again she came back to him. Again and again their bodies joined, and she felt an ecstacy she’d experienced nowhere else.
Their club room of choice was earmarked for the manga club, but Inuzuka discovered that the club actually met off-campus, leaving the room empty and available to them. Izumi had already gone home, while Shikimori vaguely mentioned some sort of club work that she didn’t elaborate on, in order to throw off any potential suspicions he might have had. The pangs of guilt were particularly intense when she realized that Izumi didn’t give it a second thought, so absolute was his trust in her. Absolute, and utterly unearned, as she rushed down the hallway to the club room, continually looking around to make sure nobody saw her as she slipped through the door, quickly shutting it behind her.
Inuzuka was already there, closing the blinds to ensure that nobody could see into the club room at all, glancing over his shoulder to see Shikimori locking the door behind her. He closed the distance between them, leaning down to her height, locking eyes with her.
“Hey,” he said, in a forced casual tone. Shikimori hated this about him, the way Inuzuka tried to make their interactions seem so natural, as if they weren’t doing something terrible with each other. Even so, staring into his eyes, feeling his breath on her, she could already feel her knees getting weak, and she decided to plunge right in, wrapping her arms around Inuzuka and pulling him into a deep, sloppy kiss.
Their lips mashed against each other, teeth nearly clacking together, as Shikimori pushed Inuzuka back towards the couch, the two of them toppling onto it, wrapped in each other. Despite initiating, Shikimori quickly found herself underneath Inuzuka as he pulled up her sweater, untucked her shirt, and unclipped her bra, exposing her breasts. He cupped one in one hand, leaning down to take her nipple in his mouth, eliciting a sharp moan from Shikimori as she relaxed into the couch. Inuzuka brought his knee up between her legs, pressing against her crotch, and Shikimori bit her lip to keep from letting out another embarrassing moan, balling up Inuzuka’s shirt in her hands to hold him against her.
Freed from the time constraints of the morning, Inuzuka worked slowly and deliberately on Shikimori, his hands exploring her body, sliding along her abdomen, cupping her ass and squeezing, brushing against her thighs. Each movement felt as though it sent shockwaves through her body, her face flushing, Shikimori letting out ragged gasps of pleasure. He’d improved significantly from the first time they did this, learning all of Shikimori’s pleasure spots and the best way to manipulate them to elicit the reactions he sought, reducing her to putty in his hands.
Inuzuka leaned back, unlatching himself from Shikimori’s breasts, instead desiring to direct his ministrations elsewhere. She could see, as he moved, that he was rock-hard, his cock straining against his pants. While he repositioned himself, one hand drifting to Shikimori’s pussy, she quickly reached down and grabbed him through his pants, relishing the yelp of surprise that escaped him when she did so.
“Hey!” Inuzuka said. “Don’t surprise me like that.”
Shikimori ignored his protest, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to free his dick, gripping tightly to pull him forward by the waist so she could stroke him properly. Inuzuka responded by snaking his fingers into her panties, pressing his fingers against her clit, smirking as Shikimori shuddered from the contact. The pair contorted into an awkward position as they began to masturbate each other, their tryst beginning to devolve into a sort of contest to see who broke first. It was, however, the rare contest that Shikimori typically lost, and this one was no different - while Inuzuka was clearly pent up and eager for relief, all she could think about as she jerked him off was that she wanted him inside her as soon as possible, and the way his fingers danced across her clit, teased her entrance, sent electricity firing through every inch of her body, forced her to fold once again.
“Inuzuka,” she panted, eyes narrowing. “I need you to fuck me.”
Inuzuka needed no further encouragement, stripping off his shirt and sliding out of his pants. The sight of his naked body caused another pang of pleasure to roll through Shikimori, but as she watched him guide his cock to her pussy, she reached out and pushed him back.
“Mixed signals, here,” Inuzuka remarked, but Shikimori quickly clarified her intent by turning over, presenting her ass to Inuzuka, grabbing the pillow in front of her and pressing it to her chest.
“This way.”
Inuzuka didn’t respond, but he got the message, taking hold of Shikimori’s waist and pressing himself against her entrance, carefully rocking his hips forward to slide in. His girth stretched her out, and Shikimori’s eyes rolled back a little, pushing backwards to heighten the feeling of Inuzuka filling her pussy with his cock, a low moan of pleasure rumbling in her throat. She buried her face in the pillow as Inuzuka began to settle into a rhythm, muffling her squeaks and moans that came with every thrust, accompanying his quiet grunting.
Shikimori and Inuzuka fucked in the club room for over twenty minutes, fully engulfed in the ecstacy of their illicit affair, the air around them warm and musky, filling the room with the scent of sweat and sex. They changed positions occasionally, Shikimori riding Inuzuka, Inuzuka pinning her against the wall, lying on the couch on their side as Inuzuka thrusted into her from behind. She avoided direct eye contact while they fucked, always either facing away from Inuzuka or keeping her eyes closed, focusing on the feeling rather than who she was receiving it from. It was better for her that way, better for both of them, really. The last thing Shikimori wanted was to put forward the illusion of a real connection, to allow for anything else to seep in that would poison the well further. That wasn’t what any of this was about.
Held against the wall, Shikimori could feel Inuzuka reaching his limit - his thrusting became aggressive and uneven, and he pressed his chest against her, pinning her in place, his arms wrapping around her abdomen. She’d already came twice, and was reaching a third alongside him.
“Shikimori,“ Inuzuka gasped. “I’m - I’m gonna -“
“Do it inside,” she said, her face bright red. “Cum inside me.”
“Ah, ah, aaah!”
Inuzuka thrusted one final time, and Shikimori gasped as Inuzuka came inside her, his seed pouring into her womb, dribbling back down his shaft and out of her as it overflowed. She could hear it drip onto the floor, the lewd, embarrassing sound causing her heart to skip a beat. When he was completely spent, Inuzuka backed up, his cock sliding out of her, some of his cum dripping out with it. Before Shikimori could react, he’d pulled her panties back up, trapping his remaining cum in her pussy.
“H-Hey!” Shikimori protested, but she kept them on, her face darkening to a shade of crimson as she turned around, watching Inuzuka collapse onto the couch, completely spent. As she began to put herself back together, fixing her bra, buttoning up her shirt, and pulling her sweater back down, she stole glances at Inuzuka, who put his own clothes back on at a leisurely pace. Though she tried to be sneaky, Inuzuka clearly caught on, and he took the opportunity to pose a question to her.
“How long are we going to keep up this charade?” he asked. Shikimori turned away, the question feeling as though it pierced straight through her chest.
“W - What do you mean?”
Inuzuka stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets. “At some point, we either have to stop doing this, or you need to dump Izumi so we can make it official, right? We can’t just keep doing this behind his back forever. Someday, he’ll catch on, surely.”
Shikimori fiddled with her necklace, brushing her thumb against the small gemstone set in the center of it, desperately trying to figure out how to answer him. Inuzuka was right, infuriating as it was - they couldn’t keep doing this. But…
“That’s - that’s none of your business,” she said, the words unconvincing even to her. Inuzuka sighed in a way that seemed to convey that he’d expected that sort of response, and he seemed content to let the matter go, moving towards the door. Shikimori watched him go, hanging back to stagger their departures in case any other students were lingering around this late. As he closed the door behind him, Inuzuka peeked back in, and winked.
“See you tomorrow, then.”
The door shut, and Shikimori was left alone, accompanied only by the guilt on her shoulders and the smell of Inuzuka that lingered throughout the club room, an ending that had become all too familiar.
This will be the last time.
This time.
///
“You’re such a hypocrite. You’re going to drive her crazy if you keep this up.”
“I’m not the one who started this. It’s her mess to figure out. I’m just -“
“Yeah, yeah, along for the ride. Save it for someone who hasn’t heard it a hundred times already and get to work.”
Inuzuka grumbled to himself as he leaned down between Hachimitsu Yui’s legs, his tongue flicking out against her clit as he began to eat her out. Hachimitsu wrapped her legs around his head, locking him in place, letting out a relaxed sigh.
Hachimitsu knew it all, naturally. Inuzuka had been completely unable to keep his mouth shut, but he knew well enough not to say anything to Nekozaki, who would undoubtedly attempt to white-knight the situation and blow it up for everyone involved. Hachimitsu, by contrast, only cared about getting the first-hand Inuzuka experience in return for being his confidante.
He was masterful with his mouth, and Hachimitsu came after just a few minutes, a quiet groan accompanying her orgasm, her juices flowing onto Inuzuka’s face. She let him free when the pleasure subsided, and sunk further into her bed as Inuzuka wiped his mouth.
“So, what do you think?” he said. “Do I have a shot? Or is it always just going to be like this with her?”
Hachimitsu brought a finger to her lips, pretending to think the question over. Instead, she gestured to her crotch.
“I think I need another round before I can answer that.”
“You’re absolutely terrible, Hachimitsu. Really.”
“Less talking, more eating.”
Inuzuka rolled his eyes, but he obeyed, crouching back down for another oral session. Hachimitsu smiled in satisfaction. The boy was utterly hopeless, sure, but at least he had his uses.
After all, Shikimori couldn’t have all the fun.