"What do you think you're doing?" Ryuuko questioned, a blush crossing her cheeks gracefully. Aikurou hovered above her, combing his fingers through his hair habitually. His nipples were glowing a soft pink.

"Don't act like you don't want this either, Ryuuko-kun," he whispered as he then leaned down to trail ghostly kisses across her jaw line. "He-hey.." she breathed, heart suddenly racing. She's never been, shit, this close to a boy in such a sexual manner before―no, a man, her teacher! This couldn't be legal!

How did they even end up in this unchaste position?

His white button up began to slide down his shoulders, that is, until the dark-haired girl grabbed him by his tie to restrict any further movement. Aikurou sat back a bit and maneuvered his hand so it rested dangerously close to Ryuuko's womanhood; she clenched her teeth while her cheeks burned. "Bastard, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just trying to please one of my former students, is that such a bad thing?" His voice was suave and low and the girl couldn't ignore the troublesome dull warmth that was blossoming within her core. Considering Ryuuko was used to being half-naked when she wore Senketsu, laying in front of the man with glowing body parts in her regular stripped bra and panties hardly fazed her. What jumbled her nerves was his attempt to... seduce her?

"You're truly magnificent," he mumbled, ducking his head to get closer to her neck. He inhaled loudly against her skin and Ryuuko's breath hitched in her throat. She continued to hold her breath and eye him through the corner of her eye, embarrassed and hesitantly suspicious. His tongue left his mouth like a predatory snake and pressed flatly against her pulse; he drew it upwards and caught her earlobe between his teeth. He rolled it between the whiteness gently while his thumb rubbed small circles against her skin.

"Nggh.. Aikurou-sensei," she sighed, placing her hands on Aikurou's shoulders, slightly pushing, letting his clothing sag. "I'm not your teacher anymore.. remember?.." The nudist then began to mouth the skin beneath her ear and slide his hand up her side.

Aikurou's silky hair tickled Ryuuko's cheek, dancing across her every time he pursed his lips on her skin. She curved her neck and parted her legs so he could move between them. "You know, I've been keeping my eyes on you," he said in-between kisses. He moved further down her body with his large hands planted firmly on the sides of her slim waist; her hands clamped down on his skin. "Did you think.. I didn't notice?" she said. Ryuuko's body was hot and where he touched her was scorching. Aikurou slid his nose over her pale skin, down the middle of her chest, and she whimpered inaudibly. He inhaled her scent; she smelled like flowers. He brushed past her bra and down the rest of her torso as she took a deep breath. Her ribs poked through her taut flesh when she slightly arched her back as he kissed just below her navel.

He met her heated stare. "I won't be able to stop after my next move. Are you prepared for that?"

Ryuuko nodded and swallowed her nervousness like it was a paste. The man smiled gently and hooked his fingers in the hem of her cotton panties, pulling. Ryuuko's brows furrowed and while her hands trembled and her shoulders shivered, she lifted her knee back so the man could remove her underwear from her waist. He tugged them down and over her foot, allowing them to remain on her opposite limb.

Before he continued, Aikurou sat back up and discarded his tie, then his shirt. After re-positioning himself, laying on his stomach, he wrapped his hand around the back of her knee and held it suspended a few inches above his face while he kissed his way from the underside of her thigh to the innermost. The female bit the inside of her cheeks, arching and furrowing her brows in patient anticipation.

Aikurou sucked on her smooth skin for a few moments before releasing his hold and venturing his face closer to his soon-to-be meal. A small, vertical line of short black hair occupied her pubic area, and the man kissed it. He flicked his coral blue hair away from his eyes and while he licked her outermost folds slowly, he gazed at her smugly. Ryuuko's head was lolled against the rolled blanket beneath it and her arms were hung over her eyes.

"What? You don't want to watch me, Ryuuko-kun?" he teased, nibbling on her plump flesh. A quiet, frustrated moan skimmed past her lips and she peered through the small space between her forearms down at Aikurou. "Aikurou-san," she said, face a shade of lovely pink, teeth clenched, "just.. just please." Ryuuko's core was broiling and throbbing and practically begging for attention by the way the need caused her to buck her hips an inch. "Yeah yeah," he chuckled casually, spreading the girl's lips apart with his index and middle fingers. She hissed in irritation at his slowness and in delight nonetheless.

The man gave her clit a tentative lick, gauging just how much it had an affect on her stimulation. He smirked to himself when she whimpered. He licked the sensitive nub once more, twice, three, four times until she bucked her hips upwards, which made her clit bump against his teeth. The hardness of the surface scattered burning embers throughout her folds and her eyes widened quickly; it was like she had the air knocked from her lungs for a second. Aikurou chuckled, his breath running carelessly and innocently over the pinkness.

The nudist dove back in again and raked his sultry tongue against her opening, dragging it upwards in a quick fashion and continuing on to wrap his mouth around her clit. He sucked, moving his fingers so his middle one pressed on and went inside her passage. "Fuck!" he heard her moan, encouraging him, and reflexively, she clenched around the foreign object. He used his free hand to reach up and sweep her bra up, exposing a small breast to his greedy palm.

He goaded her to whisper his name repeatedly in that sweet, strong voice of hers when he zig-zagged his tongue throughout her inner folds. Her right hand traveled to his hair as he cupped the underside of her breast, squeezing. She kept one eye shut while the other watched his mouth wanton against her pussy.

"That's"―she inhaled a sharp breath―"so good..!"

Aikurou simpered softly and curled his finger in her, flicking his muscle on her small bundle of nerves rapidly. Ryuuko's hand found its way to his bangs and she pushed them aside, holding onto the strands. Her breathing was rapid and her hips refused to remain planted on the couch beneath her. She whined softly and bit her lip and thrashed some and Aikuro's hand left Ryuuko's chest to cup and push on himself while he watched the girl be consumed by pleasure.

It was all amazing. She was amazing―so valiant and true to herself. He wondered if she's ever shown this much to anyone else, allowed anyone else to hear her sensible and intoxicating sounds. He hoped she hadn't.

He caught her clit between his teeth and bit down, not enough to hurt her but enough to send her reeling in on herself.

"Aikurou-san, I'm-! Fucking.. Mmmna-uhh!"

Ryuuko's muscles spasmed and clenched around his digit and her toes curled; sharp breaths mingled with constant 'mnn's and her thighs came together to squeeze his head, holding him in place.

Shortly after the waves of ecstasy discontinued their harsh crashing against her body, the grip around Aikurou's head loosened and pants filled Ryuuko's airspace. His finger slid out of her and she released his hair, bringing her hands up to hide her flushed expression.

"Oh my god," she mumbled. "Holy shit." She continued to pant; her entire body still quivered slightly.

"Your superior does know a few things," Aikurou said while crawling back up to his previous position, licking the wetness off his deft finger. He put a bang behind his ear and took a hold of Ryuuko's right wrist, guiding it down to between his legs. He placed her palm flat against his jeans so she felt the bulge of his groin and Ryuuko's lively eyes widened, snapping over to meet his.

"You do this to me, you know..." He ground his arousal on her hand and upon doing so, he bent down and gently pressed his lips with hers. "Mnn.."

The man parted his lips and groaned into her accepting mouth, furrowing his brows. Their tongues simultaneously met, swirling past each other in a heated frenzy, lathering the opposite with saliva that tasted like Ryuuko alone. She moaned into the kiss, taking the initiative to curl her own fingers and scrape them against his dick or balls―whatever she was touching. Her slow, agonizing motions caused Aikurou to pull back and sigh through his nose, holding his eyes shut.

"Fuck me already," she implored, pushing the bulge between two fingers with incredible pressure. Aikurou sucked in a tight breath and looked back at her, nodded after a moment, and moved off of her to remove his jeans and boxers. Meanwhile, the female quickly sat up and removed her bra and panties, discarding them by the former educator's feet. He glanced up at her while she watched him roll on a condom. "What?" he asked, amused. Ryuuko pursed her lips and looked elsewhere, her cheeks aflame and her throat tightening. "It's nothing," she mumbled, shielding her naked chest.

"Hmm? Like what you see, Ryuuko-kun?" he cooed archly, walking over to her. "Sh-shut up, bastard." The man put a knee on the couch, taking a hold of her forearms gently, moving them away from her breasts. "Just.. Just hurry up."

"...you're twitching."

Ryuuko smiled a little, a huff of air blowing from her nose as she laughed. Aikurou nodded, smiling with adoration and slight humor. "Is it fine if we do it here?"

"Here is fine."

Ryuuko grabbed both sides of his cheeks and brought him closer to her so she could press her forehead against his. "Thank you," she said, "for.. everything." The man nodded once and twirled a finger around her single crimson bang, pulling away to kiss her cheek. "Will you stay with me?"

"I will."

Aikurou hovered over her with his elbows resting on either side of her head. He propped himself up on one and put two fingers against her smooth lips. "Suck," he instructed, and she parted her lips so he could slip his digits past them. Her tongue pressed against his skin flatly at first before parting his fingers and sliding the wetness between and around them, slicking them up. She bit them playfully and flicked the tips, holding onto his wrist to keep his hand steady.

"Mmm," Aikurou hummed, removing his fingers from her mouth and wiping them over the tip of his cock. "Okay," he breathed, bringing his hips down and aligning his throbbing erection against her equally aroused pussy. He pushed it in with ease. After he was engulfed by her only an inch, Ryuuko's arms were wrapped around his neck. He pushed himself in the rest of the way, slowly, and when he bottomed out, Ryuuko released a shuddering sigh.

Her canal fit him like a snug glove―tight and warm. When she looked down between their connected bodies, belatedly, it set in that was completely inside her. She smiled in veneration for the man. "I want you.. to move," she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his locks.

Ryuuko moved her arms to down around his waist and brought their bodies closer together. If things were any hotter, she thought, her skin might begin to melt away from her bones. "Please move," she beseeched, rolling her hips as her hands found purchase on his firm ass. Aikurou bit his top lip and met her naturally determined eyes, an erotic fierceness in his own. He flicked his hair away from his face, grinning that damn smile that sent her fighting to catch her breath. "Your wish is my command, Ryuuko-kun."

Aikurou leaned down and massaged her shoulder with sloppy kissed while he pulled his pelvis back and slowly pushed himself further in, picking up his space each time he repeated the action.

"Ahh.. So..nmm.. big," Ryuuko breathed as she rested her chin on his shoulder. She could feel him hit her cervix every time he plunged in and she moaned into his skin, biting the flesh afterwards. "Nnhaah.. Mm yes, more.. more.."

"So good Ryuuko-kun, so good.."

Ryuuko dug her fingers into the man's butt until she dragged her nails up his back, feeling and studying his hard muscles. They were truly enchanting. His shoulder blades twitched every now and again when he slammed his hips down against hers, ragged breaths slipping past his lips. She was huffing and pressing herself flush against his chest; she loved the feeling of her tits being squished by his pecs.

"Harder," she commanded at a loss of breath, furrowing her brows and parting her lips as she focused on the sensations that hurriedly stimulated her building orgasm. "Yeah." The next time Aikurou pushed himself in, he angled his hips a little lower so his cock pushed up against the top of Ryuuko's walls. His hands made their way to wrap around her hips and he lifted her hips upwards and his forehead came to rest against her shoulder. She gasped at the sudden pressure and without a moment's hesitation, wrapped her arms around the man's head and held him against her chest. "Do that again," she purred quickly. "More."

Aikurou used this opportunity to take Ryuuko's left pert nipple between his teeth, rolling it back and forth a little harshly. She dug her fingers into his head and the back of his neck, periodically bunching a handful of hair in a fist. His mind was numb, only filled with the thoughts of how much he admired this girl and how her pleading body reacted to him. She was trusting and showing herself to him; and that meant the world to Aikurou, for it was coming from the girl who used to be so utterly filled to the brim with hatred and the desire for vengeance. But she was different now. And he was glad.

Ryuuko's body was trembling and almost weak from having orgasmed not too long ago, but that didn't discourage her from rolling her hips against his, causing the male to thrust slapdash. He listened to the desperateness in her gasps, and hisses, and moans, and he himself wasn't too far off from climaxing. He needed to finish, her to finish, her to scream his name.

"Ryuuko-kun," he groaned, sweeping his teeth over the underside of her breast, dragging his bottom lip against it. The dark-haired girl's dominant hand abandoned the grip on the man and slid it between her limbs. She made a V with her index and middle fingers and spread herself out further for Aikurou; the heel of her palm rubbed against her clit every time he fucked her. It was repeated until his muscular hand replaced hers. He was now―just barely―supporting his weight on his opposite elbow, trying his best to not absolutely crush the girl. Her legs wrapped around is waist.

His fingers, oh his fingers. They were so sturdy and manly and hell, with the motions quickly pushing her to the peak of the mountain known as her orgasm, she was now ready, so so ready and willing to reach the top and jump off it, comfortably knowing he'd be waiting at the bottom to catch her.

Ryuuko moved her hand from the back of the nudist's neck and grabbed a tight fistful of his hair and yanked him up, smashing her inviting lips against his. He stalled his thrusting and rubbing for a second until Ryuuko slammed her hips upwards, breaking apart from the kiss to inhale a shrill breath. He took that as his cue to continue, and so he did.

The face Ryuuko makes when she orgasms will be forever burned into his mind, but he hoped he could see it for many more times to come, not just in memory. The grip her lean legs had around his waist tightened, squeezing his back so much he was expecting it to crack. While the pink walls of her pussy clenched and jerked, he remained buried inside her. She kept him from moving, moaning out his name in such a lovely manner. But, with all of his willpower (he almost cried) he pulled out of her when he noticed her cries and shudders had died down, moving a little further up her body. He was sure the bewildered expression that came across her features was meant to not look like she was begging for more.

Faster than he could have thought possible, he rolled off the condom and threw it off to immediately wrapped his hand around his length. He was rock hard and mentally screaming at himself for pulling out, messing his opportunity to really fell connected with the girl. But there was a sight he just needed to see.

He stroked his cock speedily as Ryuuko's hand came up to lazily fondle his balls and she continued to pant, cupping and squeezing and pushing her palm against them. She stared up at him, her irises a dangerous blue, anticipation swirling around them in waves. Aikurou, with breathy grunts and a few higher-than-he-would-have-preferred moans ungracefully filling their ears, came. He bent down a little, angling his cock at the skin between the girl's breasts. His seed fell from the top of his erection to the silken flesh of her chest, some pooling in the hollow of her neck. The sight before him, of Ryuuko's upper half dotted with semen, hair messy and eyes hazy, nearly sparked the match of arousal once more in the pit of his belly; but before that could happen, he tore his gaze away, jubilation swelling his heart.

When he regained his sense of mind, he realized that his calves felt like lead, his toes were aching, and his heart was pounding like a madman. He clumsily got off Ryuuko, plopping down on the floor next to the couch, lolling his head against it. A few seconds later, slim but naturally rough hands were wrapped around his chest over his shoulders and Ryuuko's breath tickled the shell of his ear. She didn't say anything, just kissed the cartilage affectionately and rubbed soft circles against his chest.

Nothing was said for a great while; they simply enjoyed the other's presence and the steady silence that inhabited the air. He held her hand, a small smile playing against his cheeks.


A/N: I'd like to dedicate this to my good friend Celeste; I'm really sorry that it took me this long to complete this! I'd also like to give a special thanks to Glenn for helping me edit; I really appreciate it!

Thank you for taking time to read this, and please leave me a quick review!

(I do not own Kill la Kill or the characters.)