A/N: Did I say the chapters for this fic weren't gonna be long? And that it was originally meant to be a one-shot? Guess my brain must've been malfunctioning at the time, I'm turning this supposed-to-be-one-shot into a monster...
Oh well, I hope you guys like it anwyays! UwU
Just a heads up, so there won't be any misunderstandings - Asuna is not in a relationship with Kenji. They've been on two dates, where they tried to get to know each other better outside of college and that was all. As such, they're not official nor exclusive and they're both fully aware of that, so please don't think Asuna's cheating on him with Kazuto! We all know our girl would never do such a thing!
WARNING: this chapter puts the M rating to good use, so proceed at your own risk~
Please enjoy :3
CHAPTER 3
The coffee shop buzzed with life in the late hours of the afternoon, people moving around hurriedly while trying to balance their ordered beverages in one hand and their phones in the other, bags hastily thrown over their shoulders. Many students from campus sat all around, books sprawled open on top of their respective tables and multiple papers scattered in front of them. Some typed away on their laptops, others too busy highlighting their perfectly handwritten notes with cute, pastel colors that were probably more for the aesthetic look than anything else. Not that Asuna had anything against that – she herself owned every pastel marker there was on the market.
What she was against, however, was the fact she couldn't seem to pay attention to the person sitting in front of her for longer than five seconds at a time. Her attention span had never been short at all, so she couldn't understand why she was having such a hard time focusing on the words the boy was saying. Anything else caught her attention so easily she started to wonder if she should be worried. Heck, she even caught herself staring out the window at a stray cat that strutted happily on the other side of the street, before she scolded herself and snapped out of it. The scolding did her no good though, and mere seconds later she found yet another distraction, her gaze following the movements of one of the baristas as the girl shifted around the counter to prepare a drink.
"I do believe Professor Kayaba is a little too strict. The freshmen are all terrified of him!" Kenji chuckles, raising his cup to his lips and taking a small sip from his caffe mocha. Asuna nods absentmindedly, fingertips tracing the lid of her own cup as she pretends to listen and agree with whatever he's saying.
'I bet I can make you feel a thousand times better.'
The sudden, invasive thought makes her flinch, index and middle fingers freezing over the lipstick stain on the plastic lid. His voice echoes in her mind, the intonation of his words so perfectly depicted by her brain that she believes for a second she's reliving the moment all over again.
After their… 'small' encounter almost a week prior, she's ashamed to admit that particular sentence had been replaying over and over in her mind more often than she would've liked. At first, the embarrassment of having so many students looking at her with shocked expressions after Kazuto left quickly buried anything she'd felt when he pressed their bodies together. She practically made a run for it, refusing to acknowledge anyone who had witnessed their exchange from up close.
Yet, after hiding under the stairs for a few minutes, rage took over instead. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind, to curse his entire existence beyond anything she'd ever done before for making her look like a fool in front of so many people. But unfortunately – or fortunately, maybe – she only ever saw him again during their shared class. And when the professor wrapped up the lectures, he would disappear so quickly she had no way of following after him, even if she wanted to.
As the days went by, the anger eventually subsided. In its place, his words began to make their presence known, sinking deeper and deeper into her core with each replay of the scene. It always seemed to happen at random, popping out of nowhere so suddenly she would get whiplash.
"Asuna..?"
'I bet I can make you feel a thousand times better.'
A shiver runs down her spine, goosebumps breaking over her skin as she bites down hard on her lower lip. In an attempt to anchor herself back down to earth, she wraps her hands tightly around her cup, feeling the warmth of her beverage seeping into her skin. Her heart thrashed wildly against the cage of her ribs, so loud in her ears she was certain everyone else in the shop could probably hear.
"Asuna? Asuna, are you listening to me?"
Kenji calling out to her is what finally makes her eyes refocus on the present.
"O-Oh…" is all she says, willing herself to try and remember what he'd been saying.
"You've been really distracted today… Did you hear anything I said?" Kenji asks, eyebrows scrunching together and lips pulling down into a frown.
"I'm really sorry, it's just… I've been thinking a lot about the students' complaints lately…" she chuckles through the lie, fidgeting in her seat in hopes he doesn't see right through her.
The Vice President analyses her for a few moments, scrutinizing her under his gaze before a wide smile spreads on his lips.
"Ah, that's our President for you. Always concerned about the students' wellbeing! We're… I'm very lucky to have you…"
He leans over the table to place a hand on top of hers, thumb gently brushing over her knuckles and fingers squeezing hers.
She tenses slightly at the touch, offering him an awkward smile in return but making no attempt to turn her palm upwards to hold his hand back.
Nothing. She feels nothing. No head spinning, no heart fluttering, no stomach filling with butterflies. Only disquieting realization that perhaps, she couldn't be to Kenji what he wanted her to be.
'I bet I can make you feel a thousand times better.'
Her thighs involuntarily press together under the table, heat pulsating under her skin as Kazuto's words ring inside her head once more.
She was afraid to dwell on the possibility that he might actually be right.
Saturday night. The most anticipated time of the week for every college student, no matter where. Partying, drinking, going wild – all happened under the shimmering lights of clubs and behind closed doors of unknown rooms. Those four words perfectly described most of the events that took place when the supposedly responsible young adults gathered downtown, bottles of wine and beer and vodka grasped between clumsy fingers and intoxicated grins breaking through slurred sentences.
Asuna remembers experiencing one of those nights back in her freshman year, when some friends decided it was okay to drag her out and about until the early hours of morning. In the end, she had to babysit all of them because they'd not-so-wisely challenged each other to drink like there was no tomorrow and hence had to stop every two minutes or so to either puke or pee. It was then she came to the conclusion that going out was just not for her. She much preferred staying curled up under her covers while surfing through the latest Netflix releases with a bunch of snacks at hands reach. That was the definition of a perfect Saturday night for her, when she could fully unwind because she was caught up with her lectures and didn't have meetings to prepare for. Just her and her bed and sometimes Alice as well, when the blonde decided to stick around so they could binge-watch Game of Thrones together. It was everything she could ask for.
She truly loved the comfort those nights provided and she wouldn't trade them for the world – or, at least, she thought she wouldn't. That is, until Alice came at her with giant, puppy dog eyes and one of the cutest pouts she'd ever seen. Her best friend had begged her – begged! – to attend a party Eugeo had invited her to, so she wouldn't feel like an outcast.
"Alice, please, I'm going to be the biggest outcast there, are you serious?" she'd tried to reason, but Alice was dead set on making her tag along.
"Asuna, I will buy you your favorite candy for an entire month, please, please, please! Just for tonight, I swear!"
She tried to say no. She really, really tried. But it was impossible to win against her best friend. And thus, after a good ten minutes of Alice chasing her around their small dorm room, practically getting down on her knees and pleading at her to go, Asuna had eventually relented to her wishes, but not before emphasizing the "just for tonight" part.
"This is why I love you!" Alice had said, enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug and giggling delightfully.
Just how good of an idea was it to agree, Asuna wonders.
She frowns as she tries to tug up the tiny zipper at her back as gently as she could. The tight, backless red dress was also Alice's idea, but she supposes she doesn't really mind. She's had that dress for a long time and she's never found a good enough occasion to wear it before, which was honestly a waste. With a deep, V neckline, frill shoulder details and a ruffled hem, the dress managed to be both cute and sensual at the same time.
She lets out a victorious "Aha!" when the zipper finally goes all the way up. In hopes it would be enough to shield her from the nightly chill, she puts on a light denim jacket over her shoulders and to finish off the look, she sits down on the bed and fastens on her favorite pair of black heels.
Raising up to her feet again, she takes a look in the mirror. Her long, chestnut hair falls in waves down her back, free from its usual side braids. She normally likes to keep it simple, but tonight she attempted to curl it up just a tiny bit.
"Are you ready?" Alice emerges from the bathroom, hands behind her neck as she fumbles to clasp a choker around it. When her eyes land on Asuna, she lets out a low whistle and her eyebrows shoot all the way up to her hairline. "Oh my, look at you… No male specimen will survive if you walk through those doors like that!"
Asuna feels her cheeks warm up at the compliment, "If you think flattery will get you out of buying me the candy you promised, you couldn't be more wrong."
Alice laughs and waves her off, "As if I would ever dream of it! A promise is a promise, after all."
"Are you sure this isn't a bit too much, though? Isn't the dress too short? And too tight?" Asuna gestures in the general direction of her body, feeling slightly self-conscious when compared to her best friend's simpler look. Alice had opted for a pair of high-waisted ripped jeans and a light blue off-the-shoulder crop top, nude heels at her feet. Yet, no matter how simple the outfit itself was, the blonde still managed to look effortlessly beautiful.
"Are you for real? You look absolutely stunning, Asuna! And no, it's not too much, it's not too short and it's not too tight." Alice hooks their arms together and starts walking towards the door, "We're leaving now, before you do something stupid like change."
"W-Wait, I should-"
"You should nothing! Let's goooo!"
While she'd originally thought the party was being held at a bar or club of sorts, she was surprised to find out that it was actually at a mansion when Alice drove through its giant gates. She'd managed to get a glimpse at the family's nameplate at the entrance and vaguely connected it back to one of Kazuto and Eugeo's peers, Eiji Nochizawa. When she questioned Alice about it, her roommate just shrugged it off as if it was no big deal. Asuna very much begged to differ, but she didn't really feel like arguing any further so she stayed quiet afterwards.
People from simpler upbringings would probably be gaping at the dimension of the place, astonished at how tall the walls were and how wide the open fields went. If she were a part of those people, so would she. But she was not and much to her dismay, she'd grown used to experiencing such grandeur throughout her life. Even the fountain standing proudly in the middle of the driveway, shy siren covering her stone breasts with both arms as water spouted from her parted lips, seemed basic. Of course, she held back from commenting such things with Alice, since her friend seemed to be pretty impressed.
After parking her mini-cooper, the blonde wasted no time in taking Asuna's hand and dragging her to the front door. And if she thought the music was loud outside, she was sure she would go deaf as soon as she stepped inside. The ground seemed to shake beneath her feet and that, paired with the overwhelming smell of sweat and alcohol, left her dizzy. Hundreds of people jumped along to the beat, sweaty bodies pressing together as they shamelessly grinded on each other in what Asuna could only describe as some weird sort of mating ritual. Plastic cups were forced to bounce along with whoever was holding them, drinks sloshing along the rims and spilling all over their feet and carpeted floor. Asuna winced at the sight, internally feeling sorry for whoever would have to clean up the mess in the morning.
As she ventured further inside the house, she saw even more people dispersed all around. Jocks were fully immersed in a game of Beer-Pong, arms wrapping around each other's necks as they cackled loudly, shouts of "Drink, drink, drink!" so high they could rival the music. In the kitchen, some older students were busy trying to teach freshmen how to prepare a wide variety of concoctions. Multiple bottles sat around, some of which tumbled over and oozing the expensive booze onto the counters. Still, they paid them no mind and kept on spilling different types of alcohol into cups, before taking small sips and letting out contented sighs. The freshmen seemed slightly scared of trying them at first, but once they got over their fear and had a taste, they couldn't seem to get enough and soon joined their older companions in mixing up their own blends.
On the living room, couples brazenly ignored the world around them and aggressively made out on the couches. Asuna could count one, two, three – four couples either sitting or lying on the soft cushions, limbs tangled and mouths fervently sucking on their partner's as they seemed to compete against each other on who could make out for the longest time. She quickly teared her gaze away, face burning at the bold display of affection.
Wanting to distance herself from the sight, she made her way towards the large windows that faced the backyard, where just as many people stood. Most of them were inside the grand pool, guys chasing after girls and girls squeaking and splashing water at guys in a vain attempt to make them back off. A particularly tall boy ran after a petite girl around the edge of the pool until he caught up to her, threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and jumped inside of the water. The temperature had dropped considerably over the past few days, so it was a mystery to her how they were all able to swim around like it was Summer.
The thought of disregarding all sense of reason like them ran over her mind for a split second, but disappeared just as quickly as it came. Regardless of who they were or what year they were in or which degree they were taking, everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, so blissfully ignorant to what may lie ahead of them tomorrow and fully living in the moment instead, in the now. Their only concerns had the lifespan of five minutes at most, ranging from what drink they would chug down next to how they could equally split a potato chip into 8 similar-sized parts. Everything was so overwhelming and strange to Asuna, she couldn't help but feel out of place, like a deer caught in headlights. She didn't know exactly how to act or go from there, so she whipped her head around, turning to the only source of comfort in the unfamiliar environment.
"Alice…?" she calls out slowly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when she realizes her best friend isn't standing behind her. She looks around for a few moments, before trying to stand on her tiptoes and craning her neck to search for the familiar head of blonde hair in the crowd. "Alice!" she tries again, louder this time so it could be heard over the thundering music. No answer comes and neither does the girl.
"Hey, isn't that the Student Council President?"
"What is she wearing?"
"Wow, who would've thought she'd come to a party like this…"
"Guess our goddess has finally decided to grace us mere mortals with her divine presence."
Whispers broke out from all around her as gazes lingered on her frame, the feeling of exposure creeping up her naked back. She'd never been one to suffer from social anxiety – she would've never gotten to her current position as President if she did – but being surrounded by intoxicated people in completely unknown territory leaves her feeling out of breath. Suddenly, the music didn't seem as loud and all she could hear and feel were their deprecating words and hostile glances.
'I… I need to get out of here-'
Before she could make a bee-line for the exit, someone grasped her arm and turned her around. She squeaks in surprise, ready to slap off the hand of whoever it was when her eyes land on the person she least expected to see, despite knowing fully well he'd never miss a party like this, especially one held at his friend's house.
"Are my eyes deceiving me? Or has my Angel finally decided to loosen up like I told her to?" Kazuto's looking down at her with a smirk, but she can see the bewilderment he tries to hide behind his eyes.
His presence alone is somehow enough to make her snap out of it, the music going back to its original highs when Kazuto shouts over it so she can hear him. A quick look around is enough to make her realize that everyone kept on partying like nothing ever happened. And perhaps, she realizes, nothing really did and the whispers and judging looks were all part of her imagination.
She takes a shuddery breath through her lips, willing herself to calm down. A few moments pass until she recomposes herself, before scrunching up her nose in the usual expression of distaste she reserved for Kazuto Kirigaya and Kazuto Kirigaya alone.
Ripping her arm from his grasp, she says, "Don't get any funny ideas, Kirigaya. I'm only here for Alice."
Accidently, she lets her eyes roam down his frame and a lump forms on her throat. She didn't expect him to dress so casually for the occasion. Or maybe, what she thought of as casual he thought of as over-dressing. Jeans, his preferred article of clothing she'd noticed, comfortably clad his legs, a pair of sturdy timberlands at his feet. Sitting loosely around his shoulders was a black bomber jacket, its zipper fully open to reveal the white t-shirt underneath. Even though the whole look was the farthest thing from refined she'd ever seen, for some reason he managed to pull it off- No. No, she was not about to think that. She absolutely refuses to admit he looks good. No, not just refuses, but utterly rejects the thoughts that unabashedly try to plague her mind.
His eyebrow raises in mock challenge and his shoulders shake in soundless laughter. Taking a step towards her, he leans down until his lips almost brush against the shell of her ear.
"You sure? I would be more than willing to keep you company. And who knows? Maybe I can even teach you the ways of a real party."
Again, her body reacts to everything him so strongly she feels her head spinning. Heat rushes down her spine and embarrassingly pools between her legs, knocking the breath right out of her lungs. The room feels a thousand times hotter and her entire face bursts into flames in response.
A shy, tentative brush against the curve of her waist is what pulls her out of her state of shock. She jumps away from him.
"I… I need to go to the restroom." she winces slightly at the lame excuse but doesn't give her mind enough time to dwell on it as she turns away from him and madly dashes towards the stairs.
She doesn't know how long she spends in the bathroom. Time seemed like a faraway concept, doing little to stop the way her knuckles turned white from grasping the sink too tightly and her heart beat erratically inside her chest. She regrets the inability to splash water on her face, internally cursing the light makeup she'd decided to put on for the evening. Oh, how she wished she hadn't taken the effort to do so. Cold water was just what she needed to help her ground herself faster.
Eventually, when her knees stop feeling like jelly and she's sure she won't pass out at the mere thought of him, she steps out onto the corridor. To help take her mind off of things, she sets on searching for Alice.
The music booming under her feet seemed a lot more bearable on the upper floor, so she decided to stick around there for a little while longer, basking in the calm environment after the turbulent one she'd faced minutes prior. She took her sweet time wandering around, going in and out of multiple rooms in her blind search. She stopped every once in a while to curse her best friend, mumbling at how she was going to make her buy her candy for the rest of their lives instead of the measly month they'd originally agreed on.
The fifth room she stumbled upon happened to be a bedroom. She lost herself looking at the row of trophies that sat atop a shelf and didn't hear the door opening and closing behind her. As such, she also didn't notice the person approaching.
"I see you're quite the curious type, Angel."
Asuna's lost count of all the times the boy has almost given her a heart attack ever since she first met him. A scream tears from her throat and she stumbles, almost hitting the shelf and making all the trophies tumble over in the process.
"Oh my God, will you quit showing up out of thin air?!"
Kazuto smirks, "Afraid not. Surprising you is the sole reason I'm still alive, Angel."
She rolls her eyes at the nickname but makes no effort to scold him for it. She knows it would just be a waste of time and valuable life resources to simply breathe out the word "stop".
"What are you doing here anyways?" she asks, arms crossing over her chest in an attempt to close herself off. She refuses to let him pull her strings like he did back downstairs and on campus. Not after all the time she spent in the bathroom trying to dismiss his actions.
His entire demeanor changes at the question and his expression darkens in what she could only describe as pure, unadulterated anger. The look on his face makes her falter slightly.
He seems to measure his words carefully before answering, "You should be more careful, you know. There are a lot of big, bad wolves hiding in the shadows."
Without giving her time to answer, he starts walking slowly towards her. Asuna freezes for a moment before taking a step back. And another. And another.
"W-What do you mean?" she lets out a pathetic stutter. There he goes. Disarming her quicker than she would ever like to admit, even when she tried her best to stop his advances.
"This is no environment for an Angel such as yourself. You shouldn't wander around on your own."
Before she knows it, he backs her up against the wall, a single digit tracing over the curve of her shoulder as his eyes look all over her form. She shivers.
"What are you-"
An arm weaves around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the tight grip he has around her waist, the heartbeats thundering against each other – all of it gives her an earth-shattering sense of Déjà Vu, taking her all the way back to their encounter the week before.
'I bet I can make you feel a thousand times better.'
"L-Let go of me…" she orders weakly, making a half-hearted attempt of pulling his hand away.
His lips pull up into a smirk again, all traces of anger completely vanishing from his features.
"Are you sure that's what you want me to do? You don't sound very convincing…"
The part of her that hates him wants her to push him away, to tell him to go to hell and leave her alone for once and for all. But another part… one that had persistently grown and tried to make its presence known inside of her over the past few days screamed at her to let go of everything and fall into the spell he seemed to have cast over her. One she couldn't – or perhaps didn't want to – fight off any longer.
Kazuto searches her eyes for but a moment, before tilting his head down and beginning his slow descend towards her parted lips. She holds her breath, eyes instantly drooping closed.
Silence.
She waits and waits, and then waits again. But his lips never reach hers.
He chuckles through his nose, breath fanning over her face as he releases her.
Her eyes snap open in shock, watching as he starts making his way towards the door as if nothing happened.
"What the hell was that?!" she practically screams, feeling the embarrassment crawling over her skin at how idiotic she must look to him right now.
Kazuto stops in his tracks and turns his head slightly to look at her through the corner of his eye, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, "You told me to let go of you."
She huffs in irritation, "Yeah, as if that's ever stopped you before!"
She's fuming and he knows he's got her all riled up. But he either doesn't care or makes one hell of a good job pretending he doesn't. His smirk widens even more and if he keeps going like this, she might as well walk over to the shelf again and throw one of the trophies at his stupid head.
"If you want something you should ask for it, Angel. That's basic principles of good manners." he says before turning from her again and proceeding towards the door.
Asuna stands there, trying to debate with herself but failing miserably when her fumbled thoughts refuse to cooperate. Her mind and heart are at war and while one screams at her to just push him out of her way and make the walk – or rather, run – of shame out of the bedroom, the other insists she should swallow down her pride and take the tiny step that separated her from getting what she (and he) wanted.
Just as his hand grasps the door knob, she shouts.
"KISS ME!"
His head whips around so fast she's not sure how he didn't hurt his neck. He looks at her with wide eyes, mouth gaping open in astonishment. She immediately looks away from him and misses the small smile that starts to spread on his lips.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" his voice seemed softer somehow, but it still wasn't enough to make her gaze lift back up to him.
She feels the palms of her clenched fists starting to get clammy, so she discreetly tries to rub them against her dress. Taking in a shuddery breath and focusing her eyes on the white carpet underneath her feet, she forces herself to repeat what she just said.
"I want you… to kiss me."
The silence that follows afterwards is deafening. She wonders if her heart would be able to take the defeat that was undoubtedly coming her way. Why did she let it take over again? She should've just gone with her brain. Maybe it wasn't too late to do the run of shame yet.
In her entire life, she's never felt as small as she did now.
After what feels like decades, she hears the familiar sound of a lock sliding into place. Her shoulders tense.
Kazuto takes quick steps towards her, hands reaching up to cup her face gently between his palms and raise it up. A true, genuine smile lights up his features and she blinks a couple of times in confusion.
"I thought you'd never ask." he says.
And at last, he closes the remaining space between them, locking their lips together in a fervent kiss.
The way his mouth moves against hers is too much. The way his fingers trail down to the back of her neck, gently tugging at the hair on the nape is too much. The way he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, tongue darting tentatively against her lower lip is too much. Everything about him is too much and Asuna easily melts under his ministrations, opening up her mouth to grant him the access he so eagerly requested. He doesn't hesitate to slip his tongue inside, hot muscle battling hers for dominance. The stubborn part in her tries to win him over, but Kazuto's persistent so he does not relent. Not until he's able to completely have her tongue under his control, moving it with his as he pleased. A small whimper escapes her, flying right into him and making him groan in response.
His plump lips flawlessly mold against hers as his tongue explores every little nook and corner of the inside of her mouth, mapping it for purposes unbeknownst to her. She tries to anchor herself on him, the hands that had previously laid flat on his chest now bunching up the fabric of his bomber jacket and tugging on it slightly. He feels it, and even without a verbal request, he draws closer, one of his hands running down her spine until it lay on the small of her back, pulling her as close as he could. His hot palm lays right at the frontier of her dress, where fabric meets skin, and she shivers in his hold when his thumb circles over the exposed goosebumps.
Only when the need for air arises do they break apart, hot breaths mixing together in front of them. Kazuto looks down at her with a strange mixture of awe and desire, as if she was everything he ever wanted. It makes her stomach inexplicably flip inside of her abdomen.
They stare at each other for a few seconds, both of them clearly looking for something in the other's gaze. She cannot decipher what's running through his mind just by looking at his eyes, but then again, she's not so sure of what's running through hers either. However, before those uncertainties had enough time to grow, their lips crash together again almost as soon as they regain their breaths. She couldn't really say who leaned in first – to be honest, she thinks they both did so at the same time.
What she does know is that she's the first to move. She switches their positions and he immediately follows her lead, his mouth refusing to detach from hers. He continues kissing her senseless, even when she starts walking backwards, using the grip she had on his jacket to drag him along. They take clumsy steps with their eyes closed, knees bumping against each other as they try to coordinate their movements without seeing. When Asuna feels the back of her legs hit the bed frame, she slowly sits down on the mattress, pulling Kazuto with her until she lays down completely and he's hovering over her, nestled between her legs. One of his hands stays by her head to support his weight while the other caresses her face, inclining it so their mouths fit together perfectly. He keeps exploring her with his tongue, seemingly ignorant to their current position.
His kiss should be enough to satiate her and his lips should be enough to put out the unexplainable fire inside of her. In fact, they should be way more than sufficient. But for some reason, they aren't.
Her body starts moving of its own accord, hands grabbing onto his jacket again, this time to take it off.
He separates their lips then, looking down at her in confusion as his chest rapidly rises and falls. She tries to reach up to kiss him again, but he pulls back with a frown.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she mumbles shyly, letting go of his jacket with trembling hands.
Kazuto takes in a deep breath, eyes widening as he slowly lets her words sink in.
"I… Are you sure about this?" he questions, voice gentler than she'd ever heard before, "I don't want you to regret it later. And I don't want you to think this was why I followed you here-"
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down instead, pressing her lips to his to silence him.
"I'm sure. I want you… all of you." she finally admits it out loud, not only to him but to herself as well.
She had no way of denying it anymore, even if she tried. Somewhere along the way, the tension between them turned sexual and a physical attraction started to grow more and more, reaching to a point of no return. She wanted him and she needed him, not because she felt attached to him but because she felt attracted. That's all she convinced herself this weird relationship between them was – something purely physical, no feelings involved.
She opened her mouth to speak again before she even realized it, "But just so we're clear… I still hate you."
Something akin to hurt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly disguised it behind a smirk. It happened so fast she wonders if it had just been a trick from the light.
He grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. She gasps when he gently bites down on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
"Don't worry, Angel," he whispers in a low, deep voice, tongue licking at the swollen flesh, "I hate you too."
Kazuto captures her mouth with his once more as he makes quick work of shrugging his jacket off. Asuna vaguely registers the sound of it falling to the floor, too busy dragging his white t-shirt up, until it reaches his armpits and she can no longer do it herself. Upon feeling her struggles, he pulls away and blinks his eyes open, pupils blown wide with lust. He gets up to his knees, the t-shirt starting to roll down again before he grabs it with both hands and pulls it over his head.
Asuna's mouth drops open at the sight. She'd never imagined Kazuto as the type to work out, but the way his body was built certainly told her otherwise. Her eyes not-so-discreetly take in the outline of his abs, following it all the way down to a perfectly shaped V-line that shamelessly stuck out from the jeans that hang low on his waist. His arms didn't stay behind either, biceps effortlessly flexing with the simple movement of removing the article of clothing and leaving her breathless. He was packed with just the right amount of muscle, not excessively ripped, but lean in a way that made her mouth water.
She's practically ogling without even realizing it, until a chuckle from him draws her attention back to his face.
"Do you like what you see, Angel?" he asks teasingly, fingers slowly unbuckling his belt. She watches him attentively, eyes following his movements as he slips the leather out of the metal buckle. As it sits loose around his waist, his jeans fall even lower, giving her a peak of his black boxers. She swallows dryly, unable to form a coherent response.
Fortunately, he doesn't wait for her to answer. Wrapping his hand around her wrist, he pulls her up from the bed, until they're chest to chest again. He nuzzles his nose against her neck before pressing a soft kiss against the skin. When she lets out a low moan, he takes it as a sign to delve further into his ministrations, teeth nipping at the sensitive spot right below her jaw before sucking on it. Asuna whimpers, fingertips digging into the naked flesh of his shoulders as she cranes her neck back to give him full access. His lips drag along her skin tantalizingly slow, either kissing or sucking or nibbling, until he starts descending down the column of her throat, reaching her clavicles and showering them in equal affection. As he does so, his hands move down her spine, blindly searching for the way to open up her dress. When he feels the small piece of metal at her lower back, he grabs it between his thumb and forefinger and with the help of his other hand, he easily brings down the zipper that she had struggled for so long to tug up.
Kazuto takes his time undressing her, leisurely removing one strap at a time and observing as the fabric slips down her body. He helps her lay back down then, lightly tapping on her hips to signal her to lift them off the mattress so he could drag the dress down her legs, before throwing it away to where his discarded jacket and t-shirt lay on the bedroom floor. It's his turn to take in her form, silently holding in his breath as his eyes wander from her round breasts down to her toned stomach, to the damp lace of her white panties that stick to her dripping core in an unmistakable sign of her arousal.
Asuna suddenly remembers she's not wearing a bra when the cold air of the room rushes over her exposed upper body and her nipples perk up at the stimuli. Her whole face heats up in embarrassment and just as she's about to cross her arms over her chest to hide away from him, Kazuto nestles himself between her thighs again and places a hand on her cheek, thumb brushing over the blushing skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful…" he breathes, staring straight into her eyes.
His comment and the intense eye contact only serve to make her blush deepen in color.
"T-Thank you…" she whispers back, giving up on trying to cover herself and letting her arms fall back down to her sides.
Kazuto smiles and leans down to peck her lips, rubbing his nose against hers affectionately. The simple action makes her heart flutter.
"I'm going to worship your body like nobody ever has before, Angel. I'm going to make you feel good."
Her core pulsates at the words as a trail of fire rushes through her veins, awakening every single nerve within her and setting it ablaze. A moan unconsciously slips from her lips and Kazuto's eyes darken.
He slowly starts kissing down her sternum, until he reaches the place right between her breasts. He licks a path from there to her right nipple, wrapping the heat of his mouth around it and giving it a hard suck. She jerks under him, fingers reaching down to grab onto his shoulders as his tongue swirls around the peak. A sharp whimper tears from her throat as his warm palm cups her other breast, kneading it gently while rolling the hardened bud between his fingers.
The ache between her legs steadily grows with each graze of his teeth and lick of his tongue against the sensitive skin, chest rising and falling erratically under his lips. Kazuto switches then, moving to her left side and slowly circling the other nipple with the tip of his tongue. She whines in complaint, digging her nails into his skin at the teasing behavior. He smirks before finally putting his lips on her, shifting between suckling the pebbled nipple into his mouth to laving his tongue over the swell of her breast, refusing to leave a single inch of skin untouched.
Reflexively, her hips buck up to meet him, searching for some kind of friction to relieve the throb between her legs. He notices the movement and after yet another lick that has her squirming, he proceeds down her abdomen, peppering small kisses along the way. When his lips reach the spot under her navel, he stops and looks up at her, fingertips lightly grazing the lace of her panties. She watches with bated breath as he hooks his fingers under the hem, carefully sliding them down her legs. The cool air against her pulsing heat has her shivering and her instincts kick in, urging her to close her legs away from Kazuto's hungry gaze. But he doesn't let her dwell on the feeling for long, and neither does he give her time to give in to her insecurities as his palms run up her calves, gently guiding them over his shoulders.
Asuna can feel her arousal trickling from her entrance as Kazuto brings his face closer. He inhales deeply and licks his lips.
"You smell so sweet," he mutters, tongue darting out to take a tentative lick at her folds. As she moans, he hums, "And you taste wonderful."
His index and middle fingers run down her slit curiously, parting her folds so his tongue could sweep at her sensitive pearl. Asuna's head falls back against the mattress as yet another sweet sound rips from her throat. Wanting to hear more, Kazuto dips a finger knuckle-deep inside of her, looking up to gauge her reaction. Her eyes screw shut, mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pleasure as he slowly moves his finger. He observes her closely, trying to search for the spot that elicited the strongest reactions from her. When he pulls out for the fifth time and adds a second finger, thumb slowly circling over her clit, Asuna seizes his raven locks with her fingers, digits curling over his scalp and tugging desperately.
If just his fingers are enough to bring out such a strong reaction from her, she's not sure if she'd be able to handle his mouth. Just as the thought runs through her mind, it's as though Kazuto hears her, because his thumb stops its movements in favor of letting his lips take over. He pulls his fingers out for just an instant, his tongue gathering up her juices from her entrance and bringing them up to her bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth and slipping the digits back inside of her again. Asuna's back arches off the bed, a high-pitched moan tearing through the air as his lips suckle on her clit and the tip of his tongue relentlessly probes at it. Her ankles hook together over his spine, heels digging into the place between his shoulder blades as he effortlessly fulfills his promise of making her feel good. He was right, she somehow manages to think through the thick fog blanketing her mind – no one had ever made her feel such dizzying amounts of pleasure. Deep within her abdomen, something starts coiling and twisting, rising in intensity with each passing second. Asuna tries to wonder what in the world that weird but pleasant feeling could be, but fails to do so through her own panting and loud whining.
"Kazuto-kun…!" she cries out, his first name rolling off her tongue with ease. When he hears it, Kazuto freezes for a moment, but upon realizing she was close to the edge, he proceeds to increase the speed of his fingers, switching between swirling his tongue over the small bundle of nerves to sucking on it.
Asuna's breaths grow more and more erratic, her breasts bouncing as she helplessly tries to grab onto his hair or the sheets beneath her, anything to help her ground herself in the presence of the imminent peak of her buildup. With a high scream, she feels her whole body explode in pure ecstasy, velvety walls spasming around his fingers as her limbs tremble in the aftershocks of the unknown feeling.
Kazuto carefully slips the digits out of her, mouth immediately attaching to her entrance to lap at the dripping fluids, stubbornly refusing to let the sweet juices go to waste and swallowing them down to the last drop. When he's done, he rises up to kiss her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth to make sure she tastes her arousal on him. Asuna whimpers against his lips.
"Oh my God… That was…" she whispers when they break apart, unable to find the right words to properly describe it. Kazuto tilts his head to the side as his brain puts two and two together and his eyes widen in shock.
"Angel… Was that your first orgasm?" he questions slowly, eyes searching hers for the answer.
Asuna bites down on her lower lip, looking off to the side in embarrassment. The last thing she needed was for him to make fun of her for being the first guy to make her climax. She'd only ever been with one other man in her life before, and she starts to realize that he'd really had no idea what he'd been doing. The amount of times she'd had to pretend she was coming just to fill up his ego was more than she'd like to admit.
Even without an answer or a confirmative gesture, Kazuto knows.
"Like… ever?" he asks incredulously.
"Look, if you're going to be smug about it, then-"
He cuts her off by capturing her mouth with his in a deep kiss, slowly but surely melting her worries away.
"That guy – or guys – didn't know how to treat you right." he growls under his breath, seemingly pissed off for whatever reason. Her legs tighten around his waist and he takes the opportunity to grind his hips on hers, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against her still-sensitive clit and making her moan. "I'm going to show you how you deserve to be treated, so you'll never forget."
For the nth time of the evening he leaves her speechless, and she internally questions if he even realizes the weight behind his words.
He helps her move to the center of the bed, fingers hot against the curve of her waist as he shifts her up. While he unbuttons his jeans, she finds herself staring at his V-line once again, eager to find out what lies underneath the underwear. He pulls his pants and boxers down simultaneously, his hard member springing free and slapping against his stomach. And again, Asuna gapes.
He is everything she expected and more. He… is big. Not that she had a wide range of experiences to compare him with, but he is definitely longer and thicker than her ex-lover. Her core throbs at the sight.
She takes notice with mild annoyance that he doesn't seem to realize his actions are enticing half of the time, when he unconsciously grabs his length with his right hand and begins spreading the pre-cum that was leaking from the slit all over his tip. He's about to reach for his jeans on the floor when Asuna grabs his hand and pulls him to her, shyly bringing it closer to her face and taking his thumb into her mouth. Kazuto draws in a sharp breath as her tongue swirls around the digit, licking it clean of the murky substance. His dark eyes remain locked with hers, intensely observing her as she sucks on the finger before releasing it from her mouth with a pop.
"Asuna…" he breathes, mesmerized.
The sound of her name falling from his lips makes her heart skip a beat and when he leans down to kiss her passionately it full-on cartwheels inside her chest, leaving her breathless. She never imagined that him, calling out her name, could arouse such a wild wave of emotions within her, but her body quickly proved her otherwise.
He pulls away from her, leaning his forehead against hers for a moment before crouching down to reach into the back pocket of his jeans like he'd originally intended. After taking out a small package from his wallet, he straightens up and rips it open carefully, retrieving the condom from inside and giving himself three hard pumps before sliding it down his length.
Kazuto climbs back to the bed then, fingertips gently stroking over her legs all the way up from her ankles, until they reach her thighs. His touch is electrifying, and even the lightest of caresses is enough to make every single hair on her body stand to attention as goosebumps break across her skin. She holds in her breath for a moment, allowing him to spread her legs apart, large hands hooking under her knees to bring them up to her chest as he leans over her.
"I'm going to fill you up nice and full now, Angel." he says it in an exceptionally low tone, nothing more than a deep rumble coming from his chest as he looks her straight in the eyes, aligning himself with her entrance. She nods quickly, whimpering at the exhilarating combination of feeling his cock so near to where she wanted – needed – it to be and the sound of his voice.
He begins pushing inside of her slowly, Asuna's hands flying to his shoulders to anchor herself as they moan in unison. Just the tip, or maybe a little bit more than that. All she knows is that he's not even halfway in and she already feels so full, her walls stretching beyond anything she'd ever experienced to accommodate his girth. Kazuto's also struggling, fingers digging into her hips as he desperately tries to restrain the raging desire to pound right into her.
His breaths come out in small puffs through his nose, teeth gritted to hold back the sounds that so eagerly tried to rise up his throat, "Fuck, Angel… You're so tight…"
Asuna only manages a small whimper in response as he keeps moving deeper and deeper inside of her. When only about two inches of him are left, he seems to throw his self-control out the window and slams his hips against hers, sheathing himself all the way in and filling her up to the brim.
She gasps, eyes rolling back and nails biting into the skin of his shoulders while he groans and lets his head hang down, bangs covering his eyes as his torso falls on top of hers. In that position, she can feel his rock-hard abdomen pressing down on her, the contour of his abs and the weight of his chest so deliriously good against her stomach and breasts it has her choking.
"So good, Angel… You feel so good wrapped around my cock like this…" he coos, pulling all the way out to his tip before burying himself down to the hilt again. Her head lifts up from the bed and a moan wrings from her throat, echoing on the four walls that stand witness to their sins. He repeats the motion again and again, moving slowly yet precisely, pausing for little more than a second between thrusts, but each one more powerful than the last. His hips slam into hers so hard and his sweaty skin glides against hers so sensually it has her positively seeing stars.
He switches between watching her folds greedily swallowing down his length to gazing upon her contorted features and bouncing breasts, relishing in the lewd squelches that accompanied his movements. He'd made sure to prepare her well enough to take him, which was evident by the dripping fluids that coated his sheathed cock, juices trickling down from her entrance and onto the sheets whenever he pulled out and gave them enough space to do so.
Asuna looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, dazed from the overwhelming amounts of pleasure swirling within her. She tries her best to focus on him as well, but fails to do so when her eyes involuntarily close every two thrusts or so. His flushed skin burns against her own, wet locks in a complete disarray from her wandering fingers and onyx eyes darker than she'd ever seen them. A sheen layer of sweat coats the entire expanse of his skin, gathering into small drops over his furrowed brows until their overall weight forces them to slide down his face, provokingly dangling from his chin before dropping down onto her blazing flesh. He shifts slightly, hips moving back before shoving into her with a loud smack of his haunches against the back of her thighs.
"Kazuto-kun!" she screams, voice raspy when he hits a spot that makes heaven sound like a mere playground. Immediately, his cock twitches inside of her, causing yet another moan to tear from her lungs.
Kazuto inhales sharply, "Oh God, Asuna, say it again." he pleads, increasing his pace slightly, angling his hips just right to hit her sweet spot again.
"Kazuto-kun!" she does as he asks when he bottoms out, but it's just not enough for him.
"Again." he groans.
"Kazuto-kun!"
She calls out to him over and over again, his name falling from her lips like a prayer and boosting up his stamina to an extent where he's drilling inside of her without pause. Her upper body moves over the sheets with every thrust, one hand pulling at his wet locks as the other tattoos scratch marks all over his back. She feels his muscles move beneath her digits, tensing and flexing with the precision of each roll of his body against hers.
"How close are you, Angel?" he purrs, never ceasing his movements.
"S-So close…" she stutters to the best of her abilities and he nods.
Detaching one hand from her hips, he flattens it out against her lower stomach, bringing his thumb down to the place where their bodies connect. After collecting some of her juices with the digit, he presses it against her clit and starts circling it. Asuna mewls, throwing her head back against the mattress as he proceeds to ram into her with the addition of his finger probing at her sensitive pearl. The effort he makes to hold onto her hips with just one hand, keeping her steady while he mercilessly thrusts in and out of her, is visible on his flexed bicep, muscle so tight under his skin she was afraid it might burst.
"K-Kazuto-kun, oh my God," she keens, experiencing the familiar buildup of an unwavering knot deep within her abdomen for the second time of the night. It tightens with each slap of his hips and stroke of his thumb, growing and growing until the pressure becomes too much for her to handle. With the loudest cry of the evening, she comes around his cock, light exploding behind her closed eyelids and spreading all the way down to the tips of her curled toes. She falls limply to the mattress, quivering arms untangling from his neck in favor of resting against the damp sheets.
"You did so well, Angel," Kazuto whispers in her ear, his own breathing starting to become irregular as he chases down her orgasm. He's still moving inside of her, the spasming of her walls bringing him closer and closer to his own release. Asuna notices it and purposefully tries to clench herself harder around him, making him grunt as her name tumbles from his lips. The overstimulation makes her whine, but she refuses to let it hinder her efforts, and with another clench of her core around his cock, she watches him fall apart above her, spilling himself inside of the condom with a sound that lied somewhere in between a groan and a moan.
Kazuto rolls to the side and falls down next to her, equally as drained from his climax. Even through his own quaking limbs, he still has half a mind to try and pull the sheets over her naked body, doing his best to shield her away from the chilly night air. Asuna offers him a small smile, still overwhelmed from her earth-shattering orgasms. He reaches out a hand to stroke her cheek gently just as her high begins to dissipate, leaving behind the shaky sounds of heavy breathing and the unmistakable smell of sex. Her mind starts to function properly once again and as her teeth bite down on her tongue, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, she wonders what the hell she has just done.