The door to Takumi's dorm apartment swung open without a knock, and Kei strode in like she owned the place, shoes still on, school bag slung carelessly over one shoulder, the faint squeak of her soles on the wooden floor making Takumi freeze mid-step in the kitchenette.
"Kei?" he said, eyebrows shooting up. "You didn't even take your shoes off."
She didn't answer with words. Instead she closed the distance in three quick strides, threw her arms around his neck in a cheeky, exaggerated hug, and planted a loud, playful kiss on his cheek.
"Missed you~" she singsonged, voice dripping with mock sweetness before she pulled back, grinning like the cat that got the cream.
Takumi blinked, then laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he followed her deeper into the small suite. She kicked off her shoes only after reaching the bedroom threshold, finally, and flopped onto the edge of his bed, already pulling out her phone.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching her thumbs fly across the screen. "Everything alright?"
Kei didn't look up right away. She typed another line, hit send, then exhaled through her nose. "Yeah. I'm fine." A pause. "Just… things have felt kinda weird with Hirata since last time. It's been a few days and he's been… I don't know. Distant? Overly nice? Like he's trying too hard."
Takumi crossed his arms, expression carefully neutral. "Sorry about that. I got caught up in the moment. Shouldn't have answered the phone."
She finally glanced at him, one eyebrow arched. "It's fine. Doesn't matter." Then her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "But I'm definitely getting you back for it."
Takumi's mouth twitched into a half-smile. "Oh yeah? I'm curious how you plan on doing that."
Kei just hummed mysteriously and went back to texting.
A few minutes passed in comfortable silence. Takumi stepped into the tiny kitchen area, boiling water for tea. When he returned with two steaming mugs, he patted his pockets, frowning.
"Wait, where's my phone?"
Kei didn't even flinch. She kept typing, then casually lifted the device in question, his phone, screen still glowing.
Takumi's eyes narrowed. "That's mine."
She tossed it to him with a lazy flick of her wrist. He caught it one-handed, already swiping the screen awake.
The chat app was open.
The last message had been sent to Haruka Hasebe exactly ten minutes ago.
Kei (using Takumi's phone): Hey babe, you free rn? Come over? I miss you~
He didn't even have time to open the full thread before the unmistakable click of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment.
Takumi's head snapped toward the sound.
Kei was already smiling, wide, wicked, triumphant.
"Shit..."He lunged, grabbing her wrist and yanking her off the bed in one fluid motion. She let out a surprised giggle as he half-dragged, half-carried her into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind them just as Haruka's voice called out from the living room.
"Takumi? You home?"
He pressed a finger to Kei's lips, eyes glinting with a mix of adrenaline and dark amusement. Then he raised his voice, calm as ever. "Yeah, in the bathroom. About to hop in the shower. Give me a sec."
Haruka's footsteps paused. "Oh! Okay, no rush. I just came over because you said you wanted to work on our group assignment together? I brought my notes."
Kei sank silently to her knees on the bathmat in front of him, hands already working at his belt with practiced stealth. Takumi swallowed hard, forcing his voice to stay level. "Yeah, sounds good. Actually… I was thinking we could go out instead. Grab dinner or something. You should get ready, I'll be out in a bit."
A bright laugh from the other side of the door. "Really? Yay! Okay, I'll head back and change then. Thanks, Takumi!"
Kei had his zipper down now, tugging his pants and boxers just low enough. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from the sheer audacity of the situation. She wrapped her fingers around the base, gave him one slow, teasing pump, then leaned in.
Haruka's voice came again, closer this time, right outside the bathroom door. "You sure you're okay? You sound kinda… tense."
Kei took him into her mouth without warning, warm, wet, deliberate. Takumi bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning. "I'm good," he managed, voice a little rougher than intended. "Just… long day. See you soon, yeah?"
"Mmkay~ Thanks again! Bye!"
Footsteps retreated. The front door opened… closed… locked.
The second the lock clicked, Takumi let out a low, shaky breath. No anger. No panic. Just raw, electric excitement curling through his chest.
He looked down at Kei, kneeling there with half his length already in her mouth, eyes sparkling up at him with pure mischief.
"You got close," he said, voice thick with approval. "Really fucking close."
She hummed around him in response, the vibration shooting straight up his spine. Then she took him deeper, slowly, deliberately, relaxing her throat the way she'd practiced last time. Six inches… seven… eight. Her lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowed, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth.
Takumi's hand slid into her blonde hair, fingers curling tight. "Good girl," he murmured, hips rocking forward just enough to help her take the last two inches. She gagged softly when he hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away.
Instead she swallowed around him, throat working, eyes watering but never breaking contact.
He thrust shallowly at first, testing, then deeper, holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth with controlled, steady strokes. The wet, obscene sounds echoed off the tile walls.
Kei's hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging in, but she took it all, every inch, every thrust, until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis.
"Fuck... Kei..."He came hard, hips jerking as he held her there, spilling thick ropes straight down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, throat fluttering around him, milking every last drop until he was shuddering, spent, vision whiting out for a second.
Only then did he ease back, letting her pull off with a wet gasp. A thin string of saliva connected her swollen lips to his softening cock before it snapped.
Kei wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him like she'd just won the biggest game of her life.
Takumi exhaled a breathless laugh, reaching down to haul her up and kiss her, hard, messy, tasting himself on her tongue.
"You're insane," he muttered against her lips, still smiling.
She just shrugged, smug and satisfied. "Told you I'd get you back."
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The steam from the shower enveloped them like a thick fog, the hot water cascading down from the overhead rain showerhead in relentless sheets. The winter chill outside forgotten in the humid confines of Takumi's bathroom.
They were both naked now, clothes discarded in a haphazard pile on the tile floor: Kei's skirt and blouse tangled with his pants, her bra dangling from the sink edge like an afterthought. The blowjob had been her revenge, but the fire it ignited in Takumi demanded more, rougher, deeper, a climax to match the adrenaline still buzzing from Hasebe's near-miss visit.
Takumi backed Kei against the cool tile wall, the contrast of the icy surface against her heated skin making her gasp. Water streamed over their bodies, slicking her blonde hair dark and flat against her shoulders, rivulets tracing the curves of her breasts, down her toned stomach, pooling at their feet. His hands were everywhere, gripping her wrists and pinning them high above her head with one large palm, the other roaming possessively down her side, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip hard enough to leave faint bruises. She arched into him, her perky breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hardened into tight peaks from the stimulation and the water's warmth.
Takumi's cock, still hard and throbbing from her mouth, ten inches of veined thickness, pressed insistently against her thigh, demanding entry. Kei's eyes met his, wide and defiant, but her body betrayed her: legs parting slightly, hips tilting forward in invitation. The scar on her side glistened under the water, a reminder of her vulnerability, but right now, it only fuelled his dominance.
Before she could retort, he crashed his mouth against hers, rough, claiming, teeth nipping at her bottom lip until she whimpered and opened for him. Their tongues battled, slick and urgent, the kiss tasting of salt and lingering cum from her earlier efforts.
Takumi released her wrists only to grab her thighs, hoisting her up effortlessly. Kei's legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her heels digging into his lower back as he supported her weight against the wall. The water made everything slippery, heightening the danger, the thrill, one wrong move and they'd slip, but that edge only made it hotter.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock rubbing against her slick folds, still wet from arousal, not just the shower. "Tell me you want it," he demanded, thrusting shallowly, teasing her clit with each pass. Kei moaned, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts that stung under the hot spray.
"I want it, fuck me, Takumi," she gasped, voice breaking as she ground against him. No more games; her gyaru facade shattered into raw need.
With a feral grunt, he slammed into her, all ten inches in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Kei cried out, the sound echoing sharply, her walls stretching painfully around his girth. It hurt at first, a burning fullness that bordered on too much, but pleasure exploded through the pain, her body clenching greedily around him. The angle was deep, relentless; every inch of him dragged against her sensitive spots, hitting her cervix with a jolt that made her see stars.
Takumi didn't hold back. He pulled out almost completely, then drove back in hard, setting a punishing rhythm, rough, animalistic thrusts that shook her body against the wall.
Water splashed around them, the wet slaps of skin on skin mingling with her escalating moans and his heavy grunts. His hands gripped her ass bruisingly, fingers digging in as he lifted and dropped her onto his cock, using her weight to impale her deeper. Kei's breasts bounced with each impact, nipples grazing his chest, sending sparks through her.
"Fuck... harder!" she begged, her usual rude tone twisted into desperate pleas. One hand fisted in his wet hair, pulling sharply; the other clawed at his shoulder, drawing blood in thin lines that mixed with the water and swirled down the drain. Takumi obliged, angling his hips to hit her G-spot with every brutal plunge.
The intensity built like a storm, his balls slapping against her ass, her clit grinding against his pelvis on each downstroke. Sweat mingled with shower water, their bodies slick and sliding, the steam making it hard to breathe.
He leaned in, biting down on her neck, hard enough to mark, teeth sinking into the soft skin just below her ear. Kei yelped, the pain shooting straight to her core, her walls fluttering around him.
"You're so fucking tight," he rasped, voice strained as he pounded faster, the tile wall creaking under the force. One hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing roughly, circles that were almost too harsh, pinching and pressing until she was sobbing with overstimulation.
Kei's body trembled, the climax coiling tight in her belly like a spring wound to breaking. "Takumi... I'm gonna... oh god!" She shattered first, her orgasm ripping through her violently, walls clamping down on his cock in vise-like spasms, waves of ecstasy crashing over her.
Juices squirted around him, mixing with the shower water as her body convulsed, legs quaking around his waist. A high-pitched scream tore from her throat, echoing in the confined space, her nails embedding deeper into his skin as she rode the high, vision blurring from the intensity.
The tight, rhythmic pulses milked him mercilessly. Takumi's thrusts grew erratic, harder, deeper, losing rhythm as he chased his own release. "Kei... fuck!" He slammed into her one last time, burying himself as deep as possible, hips grinding against hers.
His cock throbbed, pulsing hot ropes of cum inside her, filling her completely, the sensation overwhelming as he emptied himself with a guttural roar. His body tensed, muscles corded and straining, before collapsing against her, pinning her to the wall as aftershocks rippled through them both.
They stayed like that for long minutes, breaths ragged and syncing under the cooling water, now lukewarm, a stark contrast to their fevered heat. Takumi eased her down gently, legs unsteady as she found her footing. Kei leaned into him, head on his chest, a dazed smile curving her swollen lips despite the roughness. "That... was amazing," she whispered, voice hoarse.
He chuckled lowly, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead. "Worth the risk."
The shower continued to run, washing away the evidence, but the marks on their bodies, the bites, scratches, bruises, would linger as reminders of what they'd unleashed.