Kikyou Kushida's dorm room felt like a sanctuary tonight, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the pastel walls and neatly made bed. The TV hummed in the background with some mindless drama, the volume low enough to be white noise, but neither of them was really watching.
Takumi sat on the small couch near the window, his posture relaxed, while Kushida nestled beside him, her legs tucked under her. She wore an oversized long t-shirt that fell to her thighs, her hair loose and slightly damp from a quick shower after the rooftop ordeal.
The fabric clung softly to her curves, comfortable and casual, a far cry from the polished uniform she wore like armour during the day. She couldn't stop thanking him. The words tumbled out in a soft, breathless rush, her voice lighter than it had been in weeks.
"Takumi... I don't know how to say this enough, but thank you. Really. You saved me tonight. I thought... I thought it was over. That I'd never get away from it."
Internally, her thoughts were a whirlwind of relief and something warmer, fluttery. I'm safe now. Finally safe. He came for me, like a knight in shining armour. My heart's racing, but it's not from fear anymore. It's light. Everything feels... light.
She glanced at him sidelong, her cheeks warming. Takumi's expression was calm, attentive, his dark eyes meeting hers without judgment. Emboldened, she grabbed a pillow from the couch, hugging it to her chest like a shield.
"Um... do you think you could stay the night? With me? I just... I don't want to be alone right now."
Her voice trailed off, shrinking slightly as doubt crept in, she looked like she might pull back, curl into herself if he said no.
Takumi regarded her for a moment, a flicker of wonder in his eyes, surprise at her boldness, perhaps, or the vulnerability she was offering so freely. Then he nodded, his voice steady. "Yes."
Kushida's face lit up, relief and joy flooding her features. She stood quickly, taking his hand to lead him to her bedroom, the space intimate, the bed neatly made with soft blankets. Takumi paused at the edge, reaching for a spare pillow as if to place it between them, a barrier of sorts.
But Kushida moved too quickly, she slipped under the covers first, pulling him down beside her, her body curling against his without hesitation.
He has a girlfriend, Hasebe, she thought, a twinge of guilt flickering. I know that. But right now... I don't care. I need this. I need him.
She looked up at him in the dim light, her eyes shining with gratitude and something deeper.
"Takumi... I'm so grateful. I thought I'd be suffering forever. That the only way out was... the coward's way." Her voice cracked slightly, tears threatening again, but she pushed on. "You were like my knight in shining armour. You saved me when no one else could."
Leaning in slowly, she pressed a light kiss to his lips, soft, tentative, tasting of mint toothpaste and unspoken longing.
Then she laid her head on his chest, her body moulding against his, one leg draping over his.
Sorry, Hasebe, she thought silently, a quiet apology in her mind. But I want him. Tonight, I want Takumi.
She tilted her head up, her voice a whisper. "Will you... be with me tonight?"
Takumi didn't answer with words. He simply wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, his embrace firm and reassuring. It was all she needed, warmth, safety, the steady beat of his heart under her ear.
She closed her eyes, the weight lifting as sleep finally claimed her, safe in his hold.
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Got her...
Takumi Hayase thought to himself as he carried Kikyou Kushida through the dimly lit dormitory hallways, her body limp and trusting in his arms, tears still damp on her cheeks.
The weight of her was light, almost fragile, her head resting against his chest as soft sobs escaped her lips.
The plan had unfolded like clockwork, easier than he'd anticipated. He'd shared the audio with Ayanokouji, that enigmatic classmate with his unreadable eyes, framing it as a favour owed. "Pay me back," Takumi had texted, attaching the file. "Play dress up as her attacker. Mask, voice changer, the works. Make it convincing."
Ayanokouji hadn't asked questions. He'd shown up right on cue, the rooftop drama playing out perfectly, the terror in Kushida's eyes, the "fight," the dropped phone smashed underfoot.
Now, she saw him as her saviour, her knight. Too easy, Takumi mused, a dark satisfaction curling in his chest. She was already breaking, weeks of harassment, the photos, the fear.
One staged rescue, and she's mine. No quirk needed, just timing and a willing pawn.
The room was a reflection of her neat, girly, with pastel accents and a faint floral scent. Kushida stirred, her big eyes fluttering open, still glassy with emotion. "Takumi... thank you. I... I don't know what I'd do without you."
He sat beside her, brushing a strand of golden-brown hair from her face. "You're safe now. That's what matters."
She nodded, wiping her eyes, then reached for a long t-shirt from her drawer, slipping it on over her underwear. The fabric draped loosely over her curves, her full breasts pressing against the thin material, her legs toned and smooth.
Takumi watched, his gaze appreciative but controlled. She felt so light now, the fear lifting like a fog, her heart fluttering not from terror, but from something new, something warm. He's here.
Kushida's hand traced slow circles on his chest, her fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt. The kiss lingered in her mind, igniting a spark she hadn't expected. He's so strong... so calm. I feel protected.
She shifted slightly, her thigh pressing against his growing hardness, and her breath caught. He wants me too.
Takumi felt it, the shift from comfort to heat. His hand slid down her back, resting on the curve of her hip, feeling the softness through the t-shirt. "Kushida..." he murmured, his voice low.
She looked up, eyes dark with need, and kissed him again, this time deeper, her lips parting to invite him in. Takumi responded, rolling her beneath him gently, his body covering hers. The kiss turned passionate, tongues exploring, hands roaming.
He peeled off his shirt, then hers, revealing her naked body, full breasts with rosy nipples, slim waist flaring into hips, her skin smooth and warm. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his lips trailing down to her collarbone, sucking lightly.
Kushida moaned softly, her hands in his hair. This is my first time... but with him, it feels right. He kissed lower, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, his hand kneading the other breast. Pleasure bloomed in her core, her thighs pressing together.
Takumi's free hand slid down, parting her legs, fingers tracing her folds, wet, ready. He rubbed her clit in slow circles, feeling her arch against him.
"Please... Takumi," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and nervousness, her eyes locked on his, wide and pleading. This was her first time, and the anticipation mingled with a hint of fear, but his steady gaze reassured her.
He shifted, positioning himself between her thighs, his cock hard and throbbing against her entrance. He rubbed the head along her slickness, coating himself, teasing her until she squirmed. "I'll go slow," he promised, his voice a low rumble, filled with restraint. He pushed in gently, inch by inch, her tightness yielding around him with a sharp gasp from her lips. The initial stretch burned, a fleeting pain that made her wince and clutch at his shoulders, but he paused, letting her adjust, his thumb returning to her clit to circle it soothingly.
As the discomfort faded, pleasure surged in its place, her walls clenching around him instinctively, drawing him deeper. He groaned softly, the sensation almost overwhelming, but he kept his thrusts slow and measured, building a gentle rhythm.
His mouth captured hers again, muffling her moans as their tongues danced, the kiss deep and consuming. They moved together, bodies syncing in a sensual rhythm, her nails digging into his back, leaving faint trails as she pulled him closer, legs wrapping around his waist.
The intimacy built like a wave, each thrust sending sparks through her core.
"Takumi... it feels... ah," she murmured brokenly against his lips, her voice shattering as the pleasure mounted. He angled his hips slightly, hitting a spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
Her body tensed, then shattered, she came, her walls pulsing around him in tight, rhythmic waves, a soft cry escaping as ecstasy crashed through her, leaving her trembling and breathless.
The feel of her climax pulled him under. Takumi thrust deeper, once, twice, before spilling inside her with a deep groan, his release hot and filling, his body shuddering against hers. They collapsed together, breaths mingling in the quiet room, his weight a comforting anchor as he pressed soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks.
For a few minutes, they lay entwined, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. Kushida's fingers traced lazy patterns on his skin, a shy smile curving her lips.
"That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice still husky. But as their breathing slowed, the lingering heat between them reignited. She shifted slightly, feeling him still semi-hard inside her, and a fresh wave of desire stirred. Tentatively, she rocked her hips, experimenting, and his low hum of approval encouraged her.
Takumi's hands roamed her body again, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they pebbled under his touch. He rolled them over gently, so she was on top, straddling him.
"Your turn to set the pace," he murmured, guiding her hands to his chest for balance. Kushida hesitated at first, her cheeks flushing deeper, this position felt even more exposed, but the empowerment thrilled her.
She lifted her hips slowly, then sank back down, taking him in fully, a moan spilling from her lips at the new angle, how he filled her so completely.
She began to move, grinding against him in slow circles at first, finding her rhythm. Pleasure built anew, sharper this time, her confidence growing with each roll of her hips. Takumi's hands gripped her waist, helping her, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her, beautiful, uninhibited.
He sat up slightly, capturing a nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard while his fingers found her clit, rubbing in time with her movements.
The sensations overwhelmed her, his mouth, his touch, the deep penetration. She rode him faster, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "Takumi... yes, like that," she gasped, her nails raking down his chest.
The coil in her belly tightened, then snapped, she came again, harder this time, her body convulsing around him, waves of bliss making her cry out, head thrown back in abandon.
He held her through it, then flipped them once more, driving into her with renewed vigor, chasing his own release. A few powerful thrusts later, he groaned her name, spilling deep inside her again, their bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing.
They panted, collapsing in a tangle of limbs, but the night was young, and the connection between them, forged in manipulation but burning real now, demanded more. After catching their breath, Takumi pulled her close, kissing her deeply, his hands exploring every curve as if memorizing her.
"One more?" he whispered against her ear, nipping the lobe, and she nodded eagerly, the initial shyness gone, replaced by a hungry spark.
This time, he positioned her on her hands and knees, entering her from behind slowly, mindful of her sensitivity. The new angle hit deeper, making her gasp as he filled her once more. He started gentle, one hand on her hip, the other sliding around to tease her clit. But as her moans encouraged him, he thrust harder, building to a steady, intense rhythm.
Kushida pushed back against him, meeting each movement, the pleasure bordering on overwhelming, her body aching deliciously from the previous rounds, but craving this final peak.
Sweat glistened on their skin, the room filled with the sounds of their joining, her breathless pleas. "Harder... please, Takumi," she begged, and he obliged, his pace quickening, fingers working her clit relentlessly.
She shattered first, her third orgasm ripping through her like a storm, walls clamping down on him as she cried out, collapsing forward onto the pillows.
Takumi followed immediately, thrusting deep and holding there as he came with a guttural moan, emptying himself inside her one last time.
They fell together, utterly spent, bodies entwined in a heap of satisfaction. He pulled her into his arms, pressing tender kisses to her hair, whispering praises as she drifted toward sleep, her emotional dependence on him sealed in the afterglow.