A/N: Isn't this rare, a Doki Doki Literature Club fic~? Sayori is too cute though to resist~

Enjoy~

Reassurance

''Ahh, home sweet home~''

''You always say that, you know?''

''What? Is there something wrong with that Dean~?''

''Ah... no, not at all...''

The stifled giggle of Sayori fluttered through the air alongside the click of her front door as it opened, spilling a cool summer breeze into the hallway of her home. The strawberry-haired girl meandered on inside, clad in a pair of blue short-shorts and a cute pink top, contrasting the young man who followed after her in more muted blue jeans and a white t-shirt. A young man by the name of Dean; her boyfriend.

The two had just returned from a date to the town's amusement park. Nothing too serious, just the duo meandering around stalls, getting some hot comfort food and watching balloons float away into the sky. Long gone were the days of anxious dates where neither wanted to embarrass themselves in front of the other; they had been dating for so long now that both were perfectly comfortable with joking and teasing the other, and even themselves at times.

Meandering inside after his girlfriend Dean looked about, curious. ''Are you parents not back yet?''

Sayori hummed. ''No, must still be at my aunt's. It's fine though, just the two of us.''

''That it is.'' Dean warmly agreed, leaning down to peck her on the cheek.

Sayori flushed from the affection and giggled, tilting her head and pecking him back on the lips – escaping his loose grasp before it could evolve into a full-on make-out session. Smiling cutely at him she skipped over to the stairs and beckoned him to follow, something he did with an amused hum, the two of them ascending the stairs up to the second floor. Their destination was inevitably her bedroom, the door swinging open and allowing Sayori to hop on inside with a relaxed sigh, twisting to face him only to flop back-first onto her bed, giggling.

Dean opted to take a seat on her desk chair, sighing out in relief too as he was off his feet – dates were nice, but walking about for hours in the hot summer sun took its toll. Idly he swivelled around, listening to the chirping of birds coming in through the window and the soft breaths of Sayori, the two of them just sitting in quiet, content silence. Inevitably his gaze went over to his girlfriend in question, eyeing her as she laid limp like a noodle, one hand idly stretched above her head and playing with a bracelet she'd gotten at the amusement park.

As if sensing his staring Sayori then glanced down at him, flushing a little. ''What is it?''

''Nothing.'' Dean chuckled lightly, shifting in his seat. ''Just admiring you. You look good in that outfit.''

Sayori blushed a rosy hue and smiled, looking aside. ''Thanks...''

''Are you free this Saturday too? We could check out the aquarium before it closes for renovations.'' The young man casually inquired.

''Um, yeah... I think...''

The quiet, unusually subdued response drew Dean's attention; the young man ceasing spinning in the chair to look at Sayori. After a moment he arose from his seat and crossed the two-pace distance between the desk and the bed, sitting down next to her.

''What's wrong?'' The young man asked in a quieter, softer voice.

Sayori looked up at him for a second before looking aside, sighing almost tiredly. ''Is it... are you really fine with me, Dean?''

''What's that supposed to mean? Of course I am.'' Dean nudged her shoulder, troubled.

''But there's so many other girls out there better than me. Prettier ones. Smarter ones. Richer ones.'' Sayori quietly lamented, crossing her arms over her front vulnerably. ''Why stay with plain old me?''

''Because you're you.'' Dean told her gently but firmly, poking her cheek almost-playfully only to cup it, his thumb sliding over the corner of her lip. ''Cute, funny, always-sweet Sayori. I don't need anyone other than you.''

''But...'' Sayori was flattered, but not convinced, blushing as she looked down at herself. Even compared to some classmates she was underdeveloped; hips slim and bust still small, especially compared to the likes of Yuri.

Seeing her indecision Dean shifted, the bed squeaking – before he moved on top of her. Sayori squeaked in surprise and her cheek darkened to a rosy hue, but any words were silenced as the young man spontaneously kissed her; muffling her voice down into a silent, quivering whimper. Her shoulders went slack and she relaxed against the bed sheets, their lips remaining sealed together for several romantic moments before breaking apart, leaving them both panting lightly.

''I'll prove it to you, then.'' Dean then murmured, lips brushing against hers.

Sayori blushed scarlet, embarrassed as she tilted her head to one side, then peeked back at him and dipped her head in a shallow, shy nod. Dean responded by kissing her cheek and luring her lips close to his; sealing his lips against hers just a second later, the lip-lock firm and intense, pulling a mewl out of Sayori's throat. His hands slid up to her arms and he took her wrists and pinned them to the sheets, the gentle dominance eliciting a shiver from his lover.

Breaking off the kiss Dean eagerly aimed lower, kissing her jaw once more before burying his face into her neck, his lips hungry and full of passion as they pecked down her creamy flesh, the cute gasp that fled Sayori's lips only encouraging him to keep doing it, slowing down and even taking the time to suck on her jugular, the sensation startling a squeak out of Sayori. The strawberry-haired girl blushed at the sound but a kiss to her lips quelled any mortification; a feeble mewl escaping instead.

''Ah...'' Sayori shivered as she felt his hands on her waist. ''Dean...''

''I love you.'' A kiss pecked her collarbone. ''I love you here. And here. And here...''

Every little word, spoken in a low murmured, tickled Sayori's skin and coaxed a sweet moan out of the petite girl, her cheeks reddening when his hands slid up her sides – hiking her pink top up. She didn't resist, biting her lip as her boyfriend shifted down and planted a wet kiss onto her tummy, another kiss moving up in tandem with her rising shirt, one smooch after another carrying him further and further up. Until soon he had to hike her shirt up and over her demure bust; a pink bra hugging her small boobs and with a simple, plain design to it, no lace nor flowery patterns to be seen.

Dean didn't mind. Without a word he leaned up and kissed the top of her tit, earning a soft gasp and ensuing whimper from Sayori – one he muted with a kiss. As their lips mashed together his hands worked their way under her back, finding the back of her bra and fumbling with it; struggling to get it off. Smiling faintly into the kiss Sayori did that for him, reaching under herself and unclipping it for him, allowing him to push her now-loose bra up and over her bust. Without missing a beat the young man then dove down and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking on the rosy nub and eliciting a short, cute cry from Sayori, her cheeks darkening as she made such an embarrassing noise.

''A-Ahn...'' Sayori shuddered as his lips audibly popped off of her tit, his breath hot as it washed over her saliva-coated nipple – and without hesitation the young man went over to her other nipple, sucking on that one too. ''Mn!''

The adorable sounds Sayori made only encouraged Dean to keep going; his tongue lustfully licking the rosebud in his mouth before popping his lips off, trailing them between her small boobs and kissing her there too, a murmured 'love you here' unanswered to but not unheard. His lips went further south, kissing an intimate trail down her belly and to her pelvis, his fingers hooking into her shorts and pulling them down, slowing only long enough to undo the front button before peeling them down to reveal her pink underwear beneath.

Leaving her shorts around her knees the young man tucked his fingers under the waistband of her underwear too, and when Sayori offered no protest, he pulled them down too. Her pussy was laid bare to him but the young man didn't slow; his lips touching her folds in a gentle, almost teasing kiss – the mere fact he was kissing her in such a place leaving Sayori moaning in embarrassment. Shifting slightly the young man pulled her panties down further with one hand and got them around her ankles, allowing Sayori to shakily rock her legs and nudge them off her feet, leaving them to fall to the floor.

''Hah, Dean... this...'' Sayori moaned as he ran his hands along her inner-thighs, spreading her legs open.

Rather than respond with words the young man laid two fingers on her sex, spreading her open – and without hesitation buried his tongue inside her. The sudden intrusion earned a yelp from Sayori, one that quivered and then utterly melted into a whimpering moan as he moved his slippery appendage about her insides, slithering it over her hot inner walls and coaxing shaky sounds of bliss from his lover as he ate her out.

Though inexperienced his love for her was all the motivation he needed; his tongue hungrily exploring her pussy with long strokes and eager curls, tasting her. Whimpers escaped Sayori in turn, her stomach taut and one hand clutching at the bed sheets, her other soon to come grasp at his head – not pulling his hair, but merely pushing him between her legs and silently begging for more. And more he gave, his tongue moving in more creative ways; swirling and wiggling about against her walls that always failed to get a firm grip on his tongue.

So when his tongue suddenly escaped Sayori was understandably displeased; mewling for more.

Only to squeal when two of his fingers buried themselves into her sex, squirming about as they wormed their way in. The shock of it withered away a moment later and a hot moan tumbled out of her mouth a moment later, back lifting off of the bed and tempting him to grab her ass with his other hand, lifting her waist up as he pumped his fingers into her eagerly – his lips pressing against her clit and sucking on the little nub.

Jerking in his grip Sayori moaned, the horny sound whining out of her throat. In response Dean loosened his hold on her ass and eased her back down onto the bed, his hand twisting around and allowing him to instead push a third finger into her; the trio of digits pumping in-and-out of her rhythmically. Mewling Sayori shut her legs briefly from the pleasure before he eased them back open, a quick kiss to her clit melting her muscles into putty.

''Ah... ah...'' Little moans escaped Sayori as his curled fingers rubbed against her walls – a higher-pitched moan escaping her when he pulled his fingers out entirely.

Then without missing a beat his tongue was back inside Sayori. With lustful enthusiasm the young man ate her out, his tongue swirling circles around her womanhood or wiggling side-to-side, the slight, ever-changing motions always taking Sayori off-guard; the ensuing jolts of raw pleasure that came with it taking her breath away. Unable to just hold onto the bed any long Sayori slid her hands down and clutched onto his head, breathing short and fast as his tongue teased her nerves relentlessly.

Curling her toes and spreading her legs wide apart Sayori moaned louder and louder, breathing shallow and walls wet around his tongue, only encouraging Dean to lap up her arousal. The endless tongue strokes melted away her stamina, her shoulders jerking and curling inwards as the heat in her pelvis grew hot and intense, her muscles all locking up like a tightly-wound spring – until at last, that spring came loose.

''Ahh~!'' With a sweet, orgasmic cry Sayori orgasmed, buckling and convulsing against the sheets as she came.

The young man pulled his tongue out just as her orgasm hit, replacing it instead with three fingers and feverishly pumping all of his digits into her, giving something for her inner walls to grip onto; the smothering heat arousing as he finger-fucked his girlfriend mid-orgasm. She slid partway down the bed as she spasmed, gasps punctuating every sharp inhale of breath – until at last she flopped back against the sheets and moaned, tense for exactly three seconds before she went slack, panting heavily.

Dean shifted out of her crotch, flashing a breathy smile at his girlfriend as he stood up. The rattling of his belt drew Sayori's eyes, a breathless look of embarrassment colouring her face when she found him removing his jeans, kicking them off alongside his shoes. His boxers were tugged a couple of times, questioning, until Sayori demurely nodded her head, prompting him to take them off and toss them off of his ankle with a light kick, climbing on top of his girlfriend.

''Mn... I-I've never done this, so...'' Sayori quietly mumbled as he straddled her chest, his erect cock looming over her bashful face. ''But... I'll do my best...''

Smiling at that Dean murmured an acknowledgement, one hand on his cock and guiding his shaft down, the bulbous tip rubbing against her pinkish lips. Then with a cute whimper Sayori parted her lips, letting his swollen cock-head slide between her lips and into her mouth, a deep groan arising from his throat as he felt her hot, wet tongue slap against the tip of his dick and slither around it. The feeling was just as novel for him as it was for her, pleasure tingling down his shaft as Sayori slowly swirled her tongue around the head of his dick or over it, wetting it with her saliva.

The bed creaked under them as Sayori got up on her elbows; both behind her and supporting her weight as she sat up a little, allowing the young man to grasp her head with one hand and push his cock more into her mouth – moaning in bliss as he invaded her hot mouth. Whimpering back Sayori sucked on his cock, lips pursing around his meat and moving back-and-forth, the slow motions punctuated by wet sucks or slurps that sent pleasant chills up his spine.

''Mm... y-you're doing good...'' Dean shakily encouraged her, groaning as her tongue licked the underside of his dick. ''God your mouth feels so good... your tongue t-too...''

Sayori's burning cheeks somehow managed to get even redder; radiating heat as he slowly pumped his cock between her lips. Shutting her eyes Sayori sucked on his dick more strongly, drooling onto his length deliberately so when she sucked the sound was even wetter and more lewd, tempting Dean to thread his fingers into her short hair and pull her head down his cock slightly. Moaning around his cock Sayori gave her boyfriend head more eagerly, giving into her embarrassing lust and sucking his dick with slow, love-filled slurps.

Then he pulled her head back a little, causing his cock to spring free from her lips with a punctuating gasp; thin strings of saliva hanging between her lips and his dick. His shaft rubbed against her cheek and over her lips until Sayori grasped his length and guided him back into her mouth, blushing as she looked up into her eyes as his dick slid past her lips – moaning demurely as she gave him a good suck.

''Hah... can you try and deep-throat me...?'' Dean breathlessly asked, turned-on by the prospect.

Sayori made a muffled hum and nodded, eyes screwing shut as she opened her mouth a little wider. The young man helped guide his cock down into her mouth, a rising moan of pleasure escaping him as he felt her tongue press itself flush against the underside of his cock and her drooling saliva drip all over his dick, the warm wet heat of her mouth addictive. Sayori on the other hand struggled with his girth; small, slight choking sounds escaping her as she choked on his dick a little... but she continued to take him in deeper.

Until soon his pelvis was flush against her nose and his balls rested against her chin; his thick girth down her throat. She held still, shuddering and convulsing slightly as she began to choke; wet, garbled gags escaping her throat – and then in an instant the young man reared his hips back, pulling his dick all the way out of her mouth. Instantly Sayori gasped in air and coughed a little, one hand coming up to wipe away the spit on her lips, blushing fiercely when she found him looking at her.

''You did well.'' Her boyfriend soothingly complimented. ''Wanna take it further?''

Swallowing the spit in her mouth Sayori silently, bashfully nodded. Kissing her on the cheek Dean murmured for her to shift back a bit on the bed, allowing him to kneel down between her spread legs and rub her pussy with his left hand, teasing her even as his right stroked his wet cock off, keeping him erect and throbbing.

''D-Dean~'' Until Sayori whined for him to stop teasing her, demurely pulling her top up over her head and at last getting her bra out of the way, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

Chuckling slightly the young man spent a second to yank his own shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside before planting one hand down onto the bed next to her, leaning over Sayori as his other hand guided the swollen head of his cock against her pussy lips, rubbing her entrance. The strawberry-haired girl moaned, her lips wet as his cock rubbed along them, prodding at her entrance several times but not quite entering her... until eventually his teasing ceased, and he rolled his hips forth; slowly and carefully guiding his thick meat into her.

''A-Ah~!'' Even with how slowly he went in the sensation was an entirely new one, drawing out a short but stiff cry from Sayori's throat; her lips pursing together to contain it into a mere whimper moments later.

Dean on the other hand let out a deep groan, planting his other hand on the bed and pushing his hips forth. Her inner walls were unbelievably tight; clamping down on his saliva-coated cock like a fleshy vice. Even with how much foreplay they'd had it was still quite snug, his hips rocking just to get his cock in deeper, rubbing her walls with his shaft and drawing out a pleasure-filled whine from Sayori herself.

Despite the pleasure assaulting him however the young man was gentle with her; groaning as he forced his hips to move slowly, easing his dick in as far as he could push before rearing his hips back and repeating the process, getting her used to his size. As he kept moving Sayori started to relax a little, mewls and moans replacing gasps and her walls embracing him snugly, but not resisting his intruding shaft.

''You alright...?'' Dean breathed out between grunts, thrusting into her.

Sayori jerked her head in a nod. ''Yes, I-I'm fine... it feels...''

''Good?''

''A-Amazing...'' The quiver to her voice only made Sayori seem cuter in that moment. ''Ah, don't stop...''

With a smile the young man obliged, leaning down and claiming her lips in a kiss. Moaning happily into the kiss Sayori threw her arms around him and held tight, keeping their bare bodies close together as he continued to pump his cock into her, every lustful roll of his hips driving him deep inside her – the tip pressing against her innermost parts and rubbing previously-unknown sensitive spots, pulling muffled moans and groans out of his petite girlfriend.

As pleasure teased his shaft however, her walls tightly squeezing his twitching shaft, the young man began to thrust into her faster and more vigorously – letting out stiff groans as he began to pound Sayori into the sheets, his pelvis slapping against hers as he sheathed his full length within her. Cries of pleasure answered him, said cries partially muffled by a string of messy, heated kisses until they were forced apart for air, her pleasure-filled sounds echoing off the walls and ringing in his ears.

''Mmph~!'' Sayori clutched onto his back. ''I-I love you too, I love you so much, I love- Mmph~!''

Sayori's babbling murmurs were cut short as Dean claimed her lips in another kiss, his thrusts growing faster. The wet 'pap-pap-pap' of their clapping flesh echoed through her room, his cock stuffing her up to the hilt and leaving Sayori practically numb with pleasure, her walls clenching around his shaft as he railed her with it. The bed rocked and creaked under the force of their movements; movements that only grew more passionate as the pleasure got to them, hastening Dean's thrusts.

Hitched breaths escaped Sayori, her nails digging into his back as she held onto him – anticipation teasing her stomach as the heat built and built, another orgasm rising. Dean wasn't off either, grunts becoming rough and rapid as he smacked his cock into her, the telltale throbs of his shaft warning of his own imminent orgasm. As if in response Sayori spontaneously wrapped her lithe legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his ass and preventing him from pulling out.

''Mn... S-Sayori...!'' Rapid thrusts buried his cock into her wet sex, stuffing her full-

-when with a shrill cry Sayori hit her second orgasm, going rigid and clutching onto him for dear life – her hot, gasping breaths tickling his ear. The overwhelming rush of sensations proved too much for Dean to resist, and in an instant he blew his sticky load inside of her, gasping as he kept thrusting into her – impregnating Sayori with his seed.

Gasping the young man kept thrusting; bucking his hips and forcing himself to keep railing her even as his stamina waned and his muscled locked up, any and all friction prolonging their orgasm for that tiny bit longer. That was until fatigue hit like a ton of bricks, and with a throaty moan the young man collapsed atop Sayori, wildly out of breath and with Sayori equally as so.

''Ah... Dean...'' Sayori snuggled herself into his shoulder. ''I-I love you...''

A breathless chuckle and kiss to her forehead answered her. ''Love you too, Sayori. Love you too.''

Sayori gigged and hugged him tight, visage overflowing with happiness.

[END]