kiku

The door slides open on your first attempt, the lazy staff never bothering to lock the room. A quick glance around lets you see that, surprise surprise, the classroom is empty. Like muscle memory, you bee line for the back of the classroom, letting your bag slide off your shoulders and onto the floor beside you. You pull the chair out and sit in it, slouching and manspreading slightly.

For once, you don’t have Yuta breathing down your neck, telling you how slouching will cause permanent damage. That’s the last of your problems right now. Digging through your bag, you pull out a little pak of pre-rolled weed blunts. It’s basic but all the other stuff the plugs carry around look sketchy to all hell.

The opposite end of the blunt lights up as you use your mini lighter that you stole from Mr. Kusakube before he quit smoking. A deep breath of the blunt and your shoulders relax like you’re high already. You exhale, feeling the faint buzz of the weed starting to do something, if only faint. You go back nearly straight away for another breath.

One of your favorite things about this plug is how his blunts always give you this tingly feeling all over your body. At this point, you couldn’t even care if he’s lacing it with something, it makes you feel great and hasn’t had any negative outcomes so far. If you were to be completely honest, it kind of turns you on a little bit.

Probably laced.

It’s not too long until you’re almost in the clouds, even with your constant use of these specific blunts. Subconsciously, your thighs start to squeeze together to ease the throb down there. You mutter a swear under your breath. You almost wish Yuta was actually breathing down your neck right now.

You wish he was telling you off for how nasty it is when your fingers start to sneak under your skirt. He’d scold you on how this is supposed to be a private activity, yet you’re here, somewhat hoping someone catches you circling your clit before dipping your finger into your soaked hole.

Your breath stutters as you imagine him calling you irresponsible, curling your fingers in just right, to hit that gooey spot that you would swear Yuta could get better.

Yuta volunteered to do a final check of the classrooms, like the oh so stand-up guy he is. He wanders down the corridors, making sure the doors and windows are locked, lights are off, whatever else he could think of to avoid going back to his dorm this early. He had biology homework to do, and honestly, he wasn’t quite in the mood to do it yet.

He’s only got a few more rooms left when he happens to stumble upon what feels like a dream come true to him. The door was already slightly open, so he peers inside. In the back of the room is that annoying student he has to tell off constantly. He sees you, hunched over the desk, an unlit blunt next to you. Your face is flushed; you’re panting and whimpering as your hands move under the desk.

He stops right in his tracks, no idea how he’s supposed to respond to the sight. He just found his downlow crush, getting herself off with 100% illicit drugs next to her. Reasonably, he should call her out, report her to Principal Yaga, but he’s already procrastinating, why not indulge a bit.

He watches as your hips meet your fingers, growing needier and more rushed by the second. You’ve been on the edge for so long, you just can’t let go. It’s starting to frustrate you, so much so that you don’t notice the class president standing in the doorway, intensely palming at his half hard on.

Your thighs are so sticky, and you’re completely disregarding how your slick is getting on the chair and down to your knees. Similarly, Yuta can feel fats globs of his precum beginning to stain his boxers. He swallows hard, standing there like a pervert, he’s pathetic. So, he steps inside, abandoning his dick.

His voice breaks your concentration. You freeze in your spot, but you don’t look up. You hope that it’s just that blunt fucking with your hearing. Until you hear the soft footsteps coming in your direction. You pull your skirt back down, ready to play the whole thing off like it wasn’t exactly what he saw.

“Did I say to stop?”

Silence. And for a moment he starts to regret saying that. Was that overstepping? Did he sound disgusting??

You swallow, “…no.”

Your fingers go back under your skirt, plunging right back in. You start to thrust your first finger in and out at a steady pace. Your breath grows heavy again. Your compliance surprises Yuta. His eyes widen and his fingers itch to go back to stroking his dick.

Your own eyes flicker up to his boner. Jeez those jeans aren’t helping hide shit, especially not the stain forming on the front of the blue fabric.

“Please Yuta,” a shaky whine breaks from your throat as you eye his hidden cock.

“Shit…” He groans before fumbling with his belt.

It drops to the floor, quickly followed by his jeans and then his boxers as well. His slightly curved dick leaks at the harsh new air, the tip angry and flushed already. Your own rhythm stops for a moment.

“Keep going.” He commands an octave higher than his usual voice.

You nod and keep fingering yourself, watching him start to jerk himself off to you. He licks his palm briefly, his cheeks heating up as he hopes you don’t find it weird. His thumbs swirls around his tip, collecting and spreading his precum.

Yuta whimpers at the sensation of his own hand as he starts to slowly stroke his full length. His slender fingers naturally graze the vein on the underside.

“Go faster… please go faster,” He pleads, speeding his own hand.

Both of you start to feel that delicious pressure building in the bottom of your stomachs. Both of you are alone in this classroom, panting, whimpering, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasms. Your eyebrows furrow when an idea pops into your fuzzy brain.

You pull your hand away from the mess between your legs and you grab Yuta’s wrist. He damn well mewls at his hand being forced to a stop, right before he was about to bust his load all over his pants, floor and your face.

“I didn’t say to stop—”

But his weak demand is stopped when you stand up, fixing your skirt. Underneath, you pull down your panties, dropping them to the floor and kicking them to the side. Yuta stumbles, but quickly kicks his shoes, boxers and pants all off to the side, piling on top of your blue panties. He stares at you, the commanding tone evaporating immediately, waiting for you to tell him what to do now.

Your hands reach out, grabbing onto his shoulders and his face lights up red like a Christmas tree. You slowly guide him to your chair, before pushing him down onto it, taking your place. His breath hitches before he mentally reminds himself to breath.

“We shouldn’t—We should stop…” It’s a weak argument, but anything to hold his self-image.

“Actually?” You challenge his wavering tone.

“Please don’t.” You’re almost addicted to the way he says please now.

“Thought so.”

Now you have that shit eating grin on your face, the one that he always saw whenever you argued with the professors or pushed in front of the timid guy in the food line. Never would he have ever expected to feel his dick throb at it. His eyes follow your movements as you perch yourself on his lap, adjusted your skirt so you can rub your wet pussy against his aching cock.

He whimpers, actually whimpers, as you start to glide yourself along his length at an agonizing pace. His hands quickly find your hips, not making you go faster, just needing to grab onto something.

His head drops to your shoulder, hiding his bright red face, breathing heavily onto your shirt, feeling his breath fan over your clothed nipples.

As you slowly wet his length, one of your hand runs through his hair. You slowly push his face down towards a breast. Instantaneously, he starts licking at one over your shirt, causing him to lose focus, and his hip ruts up into you. His tip slightly dips into your hole and both of you moan. Yuta cusses before pulling the neckline of your shirt down.

Underneath, to his surprise, you have no bra. Of course you didn’t, you hadn’t expected to encounter anyone in this room. He takes a nipple into his mouth, and you have to muffle yourself in his neck, returning the favor but leaving a few hickeys just above where his short usually sits. The sensation of his tongue swirl around your now perked tit causes you to move your hips faster.

You pull away from his neck, tugging on his hair to pull him up from your breast. Looking into his eyes for a moment, you decide something. Reaching over his shoulder, grabbing the second, unlit blunt, and the small lighter next to it.

“You ever smoked before, Yuu?” You whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Yuta quickly shakes his head and your eyes nearly light up.

“I’ll teach you something for once then, okay?”

An immediate switch in action has him rapidly nodding his head now.

You lean back from him, putting the blunt between your lips. You flick on the lighter and hold it to the end. The blunt lights up, and Yuta can instantly smell it, he hasn’t smelt it this strong before. Occasionally he’d come back to his dorm occasionally smelling like weed because of Toge, but never enough to remember or describe it.

You take a deep hit of it before blowing it into the air around the two of you. Poor Yuta is already coughing from the secondhand smoke. You watch him regain his breath, before placing a hand on his cheek. You move his head to make him look right into your eyes. Blunt in the other hand, you take a second hit.

Instead of letting it billow into the classroom, you lean forward. The hand on his cheek taps him, demanding he open his mouth. He swallows before opening his mouth slightly, a shy action. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his. Yuta’s eyes widen as he feels the weed smoke transfer into his own mouth.

You pull away, but push his jaw shut, “Hold it for me, pretty boy.”

He tries, he really does, but it’s only 3 seconds before he’s coughing out the gas. You pout dramatically, feigning disappointment at him.

“Again. I wanna try again. Please, please I can do it.”

So, you do. You take another hit from the blunt and kiss it into his mouth. His hands come up to cup your face, holding you in a kiss with him. When he finally let’s go, he only half coughs once.

“Good job, Yuu. Did so well.”

“Yeah? I did?” “Mhm. I think you deserve something else.”

You make the movement to shotgun him again, capturing him in a kiss. Except this time, you move your hand from his cheek and cup his boner and line it up with your hole. He chokes on a moan. All the smoke spills out of his mouth as you lower yourself down inch by inch. His head tilts back, muttering under his breath.

“Holy shiiit, hah, oh my god,” repeating small phrases even after your clit is pressed against his pelvis.

He tries to lift his hips up to encourage you to ride him, but you take your empty hand and press it onto his lower stomach, silently telling him to behave. He whimpers, so needy and desperate, all his previous focus and confidence gone again.

You breath in more of the blunt, leaning forward to continue blowing it into his mouth. Yuta’s eyes lock onto yours, his are glossy, from both tears and his first high. While swapping the smoke over to his mouth, you clench around him.

“Ah--!” And all the smoke leaves his mouth before it can get into his system.

You shake your head, “Until you can keep this in your mouth, I’m not moving. Got it pretty boy?”

“Y-yeah. I can do it I promise.”

One of his hands grabs your wrist, encouraging you to try again. So, you do. You repeat the inhaling, breathing into his mouth and clenching. It takes 2 tries for him to successfully breathe it out when told to.

He breathes heavily, catching his breath. When it finally processes in his fuzzy mind, his eyes practically light up. You take a final hit from the blunt before putting it out in your makeshift ashtray on the desk. Both your hands are free now, one braces behind you, on his thigh, and the other locks onto his shoulder.

You lift off of him, just until his tip is the only thing left inside, before you drop back down. Yuta’s whole-body jolts and his mouth opens without a sound. You start to move again, at a sloppy pace. You feel his dick slide in and out of your soft walls, pulling some of your slick out and onto his lap and your thighs.

Yuta himself holds onto your hips for dear life. His chest is heaving, his whole body overwhelmed with the sensation. He probably should’ve mentioned his virginity before he agreed to getting high, because he can feel his balls start to grow tight. Tears fall down his cheeks as he gazes up at you.

“I’m—I’m gonna—”

“I know, Yuu. Just a little longer, okay? Can you do that?”

He shakes his head, “Can’t. Please.”

With a huff, the hand on his thigh moves to bring one of his hands down to rub your clit. You guide him into circle motions, he learns quick enough to make your rhythm falter again. You only start to get louder, if someone were to pass, they’d easily hear both of you though the open door.

The tension in you builds, and builds right until Yuta thrusts up into you, the warmth of his cum flooding your pussy. Your back arches into him as you clench around him in your own orgasm. You slowly ease your movements to a stop. Both of you don’t move, his eyes look anywhere but at you.

As you start to move off of him, he hisses from losing the warmth. A fat glob of his cum slides down your leg. Quicker than a thought forming your head, Yuta leans forward and licks a line from where his cum had reached. He swallows it and licks the trail it had left down your thigh.

Your whole-body tenses in shock, watching him lap at the fat of your thigh. Even after your skin is visibly clean, he continues. His eyes flicker to look up at you. He looks so pretty. A light layer of sweat on his skin, his lashes still wet with his tears from before.

“Shit…” is muttered under your breath as he tries to trail up back to the mess between your thighs. Unfortunately for him, you grab his face and pull him up for a kiss, basically eating his face. Nobara can definitely keep the dorm for the night.

A/N:              I took a LOT of freedom with this req so I hope you like it （；´д｀）ゞ