Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. Inspired by Sam Hunt's "Break Up in a Small Town." Please remember to urinate after sex to prevent UTIs.
Natsume Hyuuga was bored.
There were plenty of things he liked to do when he was bored (take a nap, pretend to listen to Mikan ramble, actually listen to Mikan talk about her day, go for a drive, take a smoke, read his manga), but at that precise moment, Mikan was bored, too, hanging out with only Natsume at his house on a late Saturday morning with no plans and no idea what to do. And when Mikan was also bored, Natsume only liked to do one thing: fuck his girlfriend senseless.
He had already made a mess, blankets rumpled and clothes thrown carelessly, her long hair tangled with strands sticking to her sweaty face, blotchy with pleasure, mouth stuck in a continuous moan. Her leg dangled over the edge of his bed, the other wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him in place when he plowed forcefully into her. She twisted her head to the side, biting into a pillow, trying to muffle her squeals, because it was, after all, daytime so his bedroom window was left wide open to let in the sunlight and fresh air. Natsume didn't give a fuck, but she did; she lived across the street from him, and she squirmed at the thought of her family somehow hearing her being so thoroughly ravished by her rugged boyfriend.
Of course, that thought no longer crossed her mind as the only thing she could think about was how fully his thick dick stretched her insides as he pounded her pussy, sweat dripping into his sheets, his mouth everywhere on her. The bed squeaked loudly with Natsume's powerful thrusts. Although she was having trouble thinking, if she could articulate words, she would tell him how much she loved the sound of his wet cock coated with her essence entering into her, how much she loved the feel of his hot breath against her skin, how much loved the smell of his sweat, so very him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted as he slammed into her relentlessly. He yanked the pillow from her; he wanted to hear her. Immediately, she covered her face with her hands, but he merely pulled them away and pinned her arms to her sides.
Her incoherent moaning, his name the only sensible fragment he could pick out, told him she was too far gone, probably still reeling from her last two orgasms.
On the floor, in the pocket of his discarded jeans, Natsume's phone vibrated.
"Tell me how much you want it, Mikan," he ordered as he pushed into her and stopped completely, savoring the feel of her walls pulsing against him. "Tell me how much you want me."
He loved when she was so flustered and red-faced, writhing with pleasure underneath him and only him. She was trying to catch her breath, her hips still humping him in order to continue her momentum, but he held her down firmly with his body. She whimpered and mewled in protest, rubbing herself against him as best she could. He throbbed so deliciously inside of her and when she thought about his hard, hot cock inside of her…
She went over the edge, convulsing against him, her eyes slightly rolling back as she let out a long breathy moan before relaxing completely in his embrace. When her vision refocused, she lazily smiled in satisfaction at the pouting Natsume before pulling him close to kiss him.
"You didn't wait for me," he complained against her mouth. She simply kissed him once more before pushing him away, his dick leaving its happy home.
She turned around as she kneeled, with her elbows on his bed, presenting to him her swollen, still dripping pussy.
Mikan turned her head around to look at him with a naughty smile and a twinkle in her eyes. "I want you to fuck me again," she whispered. "Fuck me hard, Natsume."
Natsume smirked before grabbing her hips and fulfilling her request.
He was going to fuck her brains out.
Natsume snuggled her, pulling his sweaty self against her slick skin, his now satisfied cock going flaccid. Mikan was already going for her usual postcoital nap, too exhausted to even complain about their stickiness or their closeness.
"I'm gonna shower," he grunted. "You want in?"
She nodded tiredly, not bothering to open her eyes. "After you. Wake me up when you're done."
"Or we could just shower together," he suggested saucily, trailing kisses up her arm.
She simply buried her face further into Natsume's pillow. "You go first."
Knowing she wouldn't change her mind, Natsume quickly showered and returned to her on the bed, smelling like shampoo with a clean shirt and pair of shorts on. He took the opportunity to give her ass a hearty squeeze.
Swatting his hand away, she got up and yanked on the closest shirt (his) she could find, still attempting to maintain some modest decency, before going to the bathroom.
"Be quick," he called after her, sprawled on the bed. He heard the water turn on and, seconds later, her low singing. Ugh, she was washing her hair, and that always took forever in his opinion.
Even she complained about the amount of care her long brown hair needed, and she had jokingly contemplated about cutting it all off. Of course, he loved when she put her hair down so he had vehemently argued against it, on the verge of preparing an entire essay on why she shouldn't before he realized she was teasing him. She knew how much he loved tangling his hands in her hair, burying his face in it, seeing it strewn out all over his pillows…
Damn, he needed something else to do besides think about Mikan. She needed time to rest after all their lovemaking, and he didn't want to walk around with a raging hard-on.
He went downstairs, completely intending to eat something when he stopped short when he saw who was lounging completely carefreely, eating his snacks, in his living room with the television turned to some action movie with explosions.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" he asked with a deep scowl.
"Natsume, my man!" Koko stood up with his arms out and tried to hug the unhappy teenager, who pushed the clown back into his seat. "Okay, okay, cold as always."
He greeted the others with amicable bro hugs. Yuu, of course, simply wanted a fist bump like usual.
"Hey, man," muttered Ruka as he slapped Natsume's shoulder. Natsume nodded in acknowledgement and flopped down next to his best friend.
"Wow, okay, no love for poor Koko." He pouted idiotically at the stoic Natsume across the room. Natsume glared back.
"Who let you in my house?" he demanded as he grabbed a handful of chips from Kitsuneme, who thankfully had the smarts not to provoke Natsume like his silly twin, Koko.
"Door was unlocked," Ruka answered nonchalantly. He was calm. It was just a normal everyday hangout at a friend's house.
"Doesn't mean you can walk in whenever."
"Aww, but Natsume, we're your best friends."
Natsume corrected him immediately. "Ruka's my best friend. You're an annoying pest, and Kitsuneme, Yuu, and Mochu are tolerable." Kitsuneme smirked at Koko and lightly shoved Koko's leg with his foot. Yuu smiled gently at Natsume's subtle confession that he was a friend. Mochu was too engrossed in the movie to care much.
Not letting Natsume's snub get to him, Koko taunted, "Maybe if you weren't answering Mikan's booty calls and actually checked your phone, you would have known we were coming over."
"I wasn't answering her booty call," he said defensively.
Unfortunately, Mikan decided to walk downstairs at that moment in all her beautiful glory, toweling off her hair and wearing a pair of her jean shorts and Natsume's shirt loosely, proving Natsume's words to be dirty, dirty lies.
Ruka drank his soda, his mouth suddenly dry. From her wet hair and attire and noticeably new hickeys, anyone could tell she had been recently ravaged by Natsume. Ruka tried not to think about that.
"Mikan," Koko greeted with a sly smile. She rolled her eyes and twisted her towel to whip at Koko, which he flinched from.
"Koko," she scolded, "I know you're bothering my boyfriend. Stop."
He made some kind of protest, which Mikan dismissed, walking away from him.
Then, like the friendly person Natsume was not, she actually acknowledged everyone else in the room properly.
She went down the line: "Hey, Yuu. Hey, Mochu. Hey Kitsuneme." Ruka stared hard at the television, determined to keep his face smooth and casual.
"Hey, Ruka."
He met her eyes for a second and smiled, a simple one with no meaning attached. "Hi, Mikan." Then he returned his gaze to the television.
"Hey, you," she cooed in a silly tone that she reserved for Natsume only. She slipped easily right into his arms and onto his lap.
Ruka looked at the TV. His hand automatically brought his drink to his mouth.
He heard the wet smack of lips against lips. In the bottom corner of his vision, he could see Mikan's long smooth legs rub together sensually, obviously enjoying what Natsume was doing to her. The other boys didn't react to their display of affection so Ruka wouldn't either. Then again, the other boys didn't have the same history.
Ruka had lost to Natsume fairly and on his own accord four years ago. When they were 13, Mikan and Ruka had gone on a couple of dates, each pleasant enough to not be a complete waste of time, but in the end, both of them had agreed neither felt many sparks between them. They broke up on friendly terms, Mikan being snatched up by Natsume within the month, Ruka sure he would find another girl.
But the years passed, and he still hadn't found someone quite like Mikan. He had dated a few others: two former fangirls, two nice young ladies, and one bombshell, but even she didn't compare to Mikan. Now that he was older and more mature and more wise, Ruka wasn't so sure he should have ever let Mikan go.
Especially since Mikan and Natsume were everywhere he looked. He wasn't stupid, and he was still Natsume's best friend and Mikan's close friend; of course, he knew how teenage relationships usually worked and he knew how Natsume would be with Mikan.
More than a couple times, he had accidentally walked in on the two of them going at it, hot and heavy, in his car, in her living room, even in the men's locker room at school after practice. He tried his best to not stare too much at Mikan's uncovered skin, at the exposed parts he had never and would never see on display for him, and to exit quickly like the friend he was.
Ruka tried to ignore the fact that Natsume had no shame and had her anywhere he wanted. Ruke tried to ignore the surging waves of animosity when the two cuddled and snuggled and made out right in front of his eyes. Ruka tried to ignore the little spikes of envy he felt when he saw the used condoms in his best friend's trash, when he saw his seatmate's hand disappear underneath their other seatmate's skirt right in the middle of class, when everyone clearly heard the faint squeaking of bed springs coming from upstairs and were all unaffected, except for him.
Ruka was a good friend, he was. At least, he was trying to be.
Sometimes, he could feel Natsume looking at him intensely at him like right at that moment, even with Mikan's lips on his, Natsume was giving him that look; Ruka could feel it. Natsume had asked Ruka straightforwardly years ago if he was still in love with Mikan and Ruka honestly thought he wasn't so that was what he told Natsume. Yet Natsume somehow knew, or at least he had suspicions, about that insidious little tug inside of Ruka that told him nobody else was quite as incredible, quite as loving, quite as breathtaking as Mikan Sakura, Natsume's happy girlfriend of four years.
Truly, four years ago, he wasn't stupid to have agreed to break up; he just didn't realize he'd be stuck in such a small town with both of them.