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Shu sat at her desk, scribbling down her wonderfully incoherent plans with a slight smirk. She'd had a surprisingly calming day, finally earning time off from her busy schedule as an idol. The soft trickling of raindrops dripping from the roof helped to calm her down. Being in such a state, the late hour wasn't even a bother. At moments like this she felt such peace she seemed to doze off.
Though that peace was soon interrupted. Edges of dark hair peeked through the brim of the window; followed by wide, mismatched eyes and a sly smile. It was no surprise that he was clingy, yet she had never expected something so extensive.
She glared at him in a state of shock. Partially because it was two in the morning, though mainly since she never gave Mika the full details of her address. She turns her head to fully face him, visibly confused and somewhat concerned. Water dripped from the tips of his hair as he started to tremble and sneeze.
"Hiya Oshi-san!" The boy beamed, voice slightly muffled through the glass. She slowly walked to the window and opened it to the fullest. As she hesitantly reached her hand outside, Mika practically lunged forward and grabbed onto it firmly. His skin was ice cold and wet, long nails grazing against her wrist.
Whilst tumbling through the open frame he knocked over a tall candlestick. Shu groans in annoyance as she watches the string of smoke spiralling in the dim light of the moon. Though her vision is limited, she crouches down and starts to touch around for it on the floor. She feels a small puddle of water forming near her fingertips and starts to imensely regret inviting the boy inside.
Upon finding it she tries to lift up again, yet is met with a strange dampness restricting her. Frustrated, she persists, only to find herself now pressed up tightly against the intruder. He wraps his arms around her and nuzzles his head in the back of her hair. The majority of her clothing quickly begins to soak and she feels her eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
She makes a pathetic attempt at resisting, pushing her elbow to the side of his ribs. Though this only seems to drive him further. His harsh hold does not falter in the slightest.
An awfully noticeable bulge starts to prod at her lower back, she gasps quietly in realisation.
"Kagehira! Your-" She blushes profusely, just able to hide herself by a chance of luck.
"M' what~?" Shu hated when he used that awful teasing voice. She hated it with every fibre of her existence. To her very core. Yet something about it always made her feel a certain way. She'd denied it many times over, but truly she was content with her feelings. Though of course she would never dare to confess to that. She wouldn't live to hear the end of it from him.
"Nevermind that..." She mumbles, trying to hide how flustered she really was. Mika giggles, slowly rubbing his hips against her. She begins to feel a warm feeling of fright. "Kagehira-! Let go!"
"Nnh... Oshi-san feels nice.." He ignores her words, only holding onto her tighter. As much as she hated to admit it, Shu started to feel a nagging warmth for herself. The other's consistent movement sent uncomfortably strong sensations down south. Her whole frame started to shiver, goosebumps appearing in any possible patch of skin.
"You're- You came here in such a state.. How filthy..." She mutters the latter slander under her nose whilst still trying to release herself.
"Don't insult me like ya ain't hard yerself!" He harshly grabs Shu to prove his point, dragging a pained moan from her reserved lips. She covers her mouth in embarrassment, making a sound as that was an utter disgrace to her image.
Something seemed to change in the boy's demeanor.
"...Ya sound nice too" The words seem distant, despite his lips having place right beside her ear. It was as though he were in some sort of a trance. Shu could hear his breathing become heavier, the lack of other noise in the room highlighting any minor difference. He slowly leans closer. The water drips from his hair onto her exposed neck.
"I don't like the way ya look at Sakuma-senpai... Really, 'm jealous an' I wanna take ya back." The way he mutters those words made her feel as though she'd been struck in the chest. Though they seemed so random, a dense cloud of dread clings to her as she thinks over what 'taking back' could entail.
"Kagehira, pray tell, what on Earth are you talking about?"
"How yer eyes meet when ya see him passin' from performances, ya don't look at me like that." The silence seemed deafening as he paused - even the wind outside had gone quiet. "I've been thinkin' fer a while, and I want ya to be only mine."
"I am yours already, this is utter nonsense." She tries to sound collected, yet the nerves in her tone fail her. Mika pauses - he seems to be picking up on her uncertainty. His grasp losens, Shu using it as a chance to flee. She blindly starts to search for the box of matchsticks left on the windowsill. It rattles quietly upon impact.
The boy squints and watches as she slides it open and takes out a match, admiring her slim fingers. Soon he finds himself lost in her beauty. He takes notice of the way the flame illuminates her smooth skin and eyes. Any sense of reason starts to crumble from his mind as a feverous sense of lust overtakes his every thought and action. He shifts to stand behind her and clasps his hand around her shoulder, forcefully pulling her across the room. She stumbles backwards and falls deeper into his arms.
Shu soon finds herself in the same position as prior; struggling to remain composed. She groans quietly as the boy pulls both of her arms behind her back, the sudden feeling of wet lips gliding over her neck paralyzes her.
"I wanna boss ya around too, yanno."
She feels butterflies stir in her stomach as she's thrown harshly against the mattress. A sense of nerves lays heavily over her heart. Mika begins to suck bruises into her delicate neck, satisfied in the ability to pull back her head. He was incredibly grateful for the years she'd spent growing the hair out.
"T-There is no necessity for this. I only feel platonic towards Sakuma, you know this. Besides, I've made quite clear my affection for you. Such drastic measures are inappr...." She trails off at hearing a quiet giggle paired with a zipper being undone. Her head instinctively whips backwards to face the other. "Kagehira?..." A gentle hand pushes her down once more, followed by the disconcerting sound of cloth dropping. She attempts to break free from his grasp, forcing her eyes to venture back to the boy. A blushing face glares at her, sharp fangs gleaming through a wide smile.
Mika in his undergarments wasn't an odd sight to her, yet it was very rare in such an unconventional setting. He leans forward and presses their lips together, caressing the soft skin of her cheeks all the while. When had the shirt gone?
"Ya okay with this?" A hushed voice, yet a nuance to his prior presence. He was well aware she always had mixed views and experience with such subjects, so he couldn't fully hide his hesitation. She nods and leans back into his touch, swallowing her pride.
Suddenly she's turned on her back, Mika pouncing onto her like a starved beast. As much as she'd wanted to address her concerns of him seeming to damage her clothes, the lovestruck look in his eyes made her heart swell. Perhaps it wouldn't truly be so troublesome to loose a few buttons.
She soon finds the majority of her clothes thrown off and onto the floor. Her breath becomes laboured as she glances down at the feeble material still obscuring her. Her vague comfort doesn't last for long. Mercilessly stripped and turned over once more, she shivers from the immediate lack of warmth. A damp hand creeps along her back, and she starts to feel nauseous from the embarrassment of being in such a state.
It was still difficult for her to comprehend how she felt, yet her body knew exactly how to react. The softness of cloth rubbing against her lower half made her shiver. She glares down at her exposed self in shock. A quite large problem had made its appearance. It was begging to be appeased, pulling whines and whimpers from deep in her core. She subconsciously reaches to it in attempt to calm herself. Yet her hand was suddenly slapped away. The boy glances at her once more with a teasing grin as he grips her wrist.
"Not yet! Lemme be the one to make ya feel good."
Shu was slightly stunned at his sudden persistence, yet something deep within her always cherised his unfiltered love.
After a moment of groping her, he pulls open the top drawer of his nightstand and blindly grabs around in search of their stash. Truthfully, it was his, yet he insisted on sharing everything with her.
In such a passionate state, his hands trembled and for a moment he struggled to open the tiny packet. He fiddles with it a while longer before settling on ripping it apart with his teeth. Shu watches with a slight spark in her eyes. It hadn't been the first time they'd engaged in such activity, yet Mika always failed to dress himself without struggle. It made her smile each time.
Skillfully stroking himself with a fine lubricant, he lovingly studied the woman's expression. He soon approached closer, carefully preparing her with two slim digits. Even with his best effort, he couldn't manage to control himself and soon became impatient. He roughly kissed her glossy lips and prepared to enter her. Firmly holding her legs apart, he only began to push inside after a short scolding for teasing her.
Her body had long since gotten used to Mika's form, yet the pleasure of each exchange was immeasurable. She was malleable and utterly at mercy to him. Affection hung densely around them like a thick fog. It always had felt as though they were an irreplaceable piece of each other, just like the koi of yin and yang. Even though most of these words were emotional pleasantries, they loved physically being together, as seen. Having their bodies entwined was the utmost form of comfort.
Eventually, Mika began to pick up a steady rhythm, moving along with his partner's body. Usually he wasn't someone to be sloppy with such matters, but the heavy air had began to impact his stamina. As their bodies stuck together with various fluids, he giggled under his breath whilst thoughtlessly grinding his hips into the other. Shu seemed to notice his decreasing force and clicked her tongue in frustration.
"You've managed to drag me thus far, take yourself seriously at the least."
He giggles again, frivolously following her commands. Without warning, he burrows himself almost entirely within her. He snickers at the shocked squeal from Shu as she hisses through gritted teeth and rambles inaudible insults.
"Awe c'mon, I know ya can take it~! Ain't this whatcha asked for?" He hears a broken sigh in response. Shu's body vaguely relaxes as she attempts to adapt. Yet his sudden change in pace wasn't the simplest thing for one's body to accept. It felt like a continuous onslaught, almost a personal attack on her vulnerable flesh.
Despite feeling utterly helpless, she couldn't help but smile as the boy gently kissed and caressed her during his torturous rush. He had best intentions, surely, yet such a small action truly did not help soothe much. She attempts to reciprocate, fumbling around behind her back until she could find his hand. Messily entangling their fingers together, she tries to calm her breath.
With a thick sheen of sweat acting as glue between their skin, they held each other in a desperate embrace. The closer they were, the more energy Mika seemed to regain. His pace quickly returns to its earlier form as he relentlessly continues. Not long after, a tense pressure had built up within him. He chased to release it ceaselessly, almost becoming brutal. Yet Shu held onto each and every second as if it were the last, craving only for more.
In yet another moment of impatience, she suddenly grasped the figure behind her and pushed herself back as deeply as she could manage. It may have hurt, but what did she care? Pleasure always had it's way of overriding anything slightly uncomfortable, or perhaps it was the pain itself she enjoyed. She wouldn't be surprised, after having discovered so many new aspects of herself ever since experimenting with Mika.
As she was pondering, the boy had finally reached his finale. No words were needed to convey how he felt; it was all quite visible on his face, and Shu's chest, rear, and who-knows-where. She hadn't even noticed when he had flipped her around, the sheer ecstasy overwhelmed her. One of the white ribbons had even shot past her torso and to her lips, Mika grinned as he leaned forward and smeared it over her lips.
"Ehe... Yer' mine now, understand?" He ruffles her already ravaged hair.
"I-I know.. yes, I understand. Rest assured." She chokes out the words between harsh panting as her aching body collapses over the mattress. She basks in the aftershock and crawls over to Mika. Her disheveled face drowns in his chest as she attempts to hide.
Shu already feared the state she will be in once she awakes.