A/N: Was originally going to do a Date A Live fic today, but couldn't get the last scene done in time, so pulled this fic from the reserves instead~
Bit of a lewd one this is too; not written much in the way of height-kinks before, but now that I have I can see the potential in it~
Do enjoy~
Heights
''You really like heights, huh Mashiro?''
That was the comment that really cemented Sensei's bond with Mashiro. A simple off-handed observation that led to an intrigue in taking her to higher and higher places, of seeing her reactions as they looked over Kivotos and admired the distant people walking below. From apartment buildings to small skyscrapers, wherever they could they went, often with only just a few texts shared to arrange it.
That was how Sensei found himself in the Schale executive building, stood in the front foyer with a patient smile. Of all buildings in Kivotos the Schale building was amongst the tallest, if not the tallest, and as such when he realised that he wasted no time in inviting Mashiro to come see it from up high. Naturally then it shouldn't be a surprise when the quiet sniper arrived at the foyer ten minutes earlier than arranged.
''Hello Sensei.'' The dark-haired student smiled slightly as she pushed open the glass front doors, the warm summer breeze wafting on inside behind her.
Sensei pushed off the wall he'd been leaning on. ''Hey. Ready to go up?''
''Mm.'' With a bob of her head Mashiro approached; letting him escort her towards the elevator near the reception desk.
The doors dinged open for them, sensing their movement, and both stepped inside the modest box – a quick press of the button closing the elevator doors. The elevator buckled momentarily, and then they began to climb; the low thrum of the elevator pleasant on the ears as they gained speed going up, and up... and still up.
After nearly a minute Mashiro spoke. ''How tall is the executive building, Sensei?''
''Eh... about... five-hundred metres, I think? Maybe six hundred?'' Sensei shrugged. ''All I know is that it's the tallest there is. Thought you'd like the view.''
Mashiro just smiled, adjusting the strap on her sniper rifle and bag. Mercifully they weren't left waiting for more than another minute before the elevator slowed and they reached the top, and with a ding the doors opened; revealing the topmost floor. It wasn't used for anything presently but was still maintained, the grey halls unlit aside from the sunlight that gleamed outside, though none shined inside since it was hitting the opposite end of the building.
That was fine with Sensei though, and with a smile he offered a hand to Mashiro and clasped hers when she gave it, leading her down the L-shaped junction towards the stairwell door down to the left. It opened with a hiss of rubber and the sturdy stone steps carried them up a single flight of stairs, taking them up to a singular metal door – one that Sensei pushed open slowly, savouring the cool breeze that blew inside.
''Ah...'' Mashiro's eyes widened a tiny bit, stepping out into the light alongside him.
The rooftop was a plain place. Some antennae, a generator here and some ventilation machines there; there wasn't much to look at, really. Not until you went to the edge of the building, the three-foot-high stone wall the only thing between the ground and the high drop below... and, naturally, Mashiro crept towards the edge and leaned over it.
''Woah...''
And laid below was all of Kivotos. From so high you could see as far as the horizon, the clouds sparse enough today that they weren't around to block it. From Trinity to Gehenna, or from Millennium to Hyakkiyado; the world itself laid so far beneath her feet. Even though the bright summer sun laid overhead, casting its hot rays down onto them, the altitude provided a whipping breeze that would've felt cold on any other day, but with the sun out and about it felt just the right temperature for a nap.
Sensei smiled, arms crossed as he admired Mashiro from a few feet back – giving her a moment to soak in the view... though thanks to the fact she was leaning over and there was a bit of a breeze her skirt flipped up a little, giving him a view of her black panties. The cool wind against her rear didn't go unnoticed by Mashiro either and she turned slightly, cheeks tinting pink as she noticed him looking at her butt, one hand pushing her skirt back down.
Sensei chuckled bashfully. ''Sorry.''
''..it's fine.'' With a slight smile Mashiro forgave him, beckoning him over. ''Come see. The view up here is amazing.''
''I know.'' Sensei said but agreed all the same, meandering up to her side. ''Wonder if you can see things through your scope?''
Mashiro hummed and decided to test that by lifting her sniper rifle, peering through the scope. ''Hm... a bit. Not hugely though; we're too high up to get much of a good view.''
Sensei chuckled at that and petted her shoulder, earning another slight smile from Mashiro herself. Lowering her weapon she laid it down by her side, resting it in the corner between the wall and the stairwell's exterior wall. Hands freed she shifted close, smile becoming almost shy as she laid a hand on his chest. The closeness made him flush but there was nobody around to see them, nobody to hide their secret affection from.
So when Mashiro snaked her other arm around his neck he held her sides, waiting until Mashiro stood up on her tiptoes before leaning down - their lips meeting in a kiss at last. It was far from their first but it was magical all the same, both of them leaning into it and dragging the romantic moment out, relishing the lip-contact. They drew apart after a few moments for a quick breath of air before reconnecting their lips again, the soft smooch sounding so much louder when the air was so quiet up there.
''Mm... Sensei...'' Mashiro drew away first, smiling. ''Could we... do it, up here?''
What that 'it' was wasn't hard to guess given how far they were into their relationship, his cheeks colouring a little. ''Sure. Let's not rush it though.''
''Mm.'' With a lilted hum Mashiro pulled him back down into another kiss, both of them humming into it.
Sensei smiled into it, one hand sliding down her back and over her skirt, soon dipping under it and grabbing her butt. Mashiro shivered a little but didn't protest, a soft hum escaping her when he groped her rear, his fingers sinking into her flush rear. She paid him back though, one hand sliding down to his crotch and palming it a little, her fingers pressing flush against the material as she stroked and helping get him hard. In return his hand left her ass and slid around to her front, pushing under the fabric of her panties... before after a moment of thought he just grabbed her panties and pushed them down altogether, watching the black material land around her ankles.
Mashiro shivered, both from arousal and the chill as a cool breeze brushed against her bare crotch. His fingers probed about, rubbing her lower lips and teasing out a soft moan from the sniper in front of him, her lips coming to press against his in a kiss. He returned it wholeheartedly, feeling her pinch his zipper and pull it down, allowing her to fish his cock out and jerk him off in return; her fingers slim and slender as they stroked his shaft.
''Ah... Sensei, can I please you this time?'' Mashiro breathily inquired, thumb sliding over the tip of his cock.
''Sure...'' Murmuring the word back he moved his fingers away from her crotch, instead laying both hands upon her shoulders and gently pushed her down.
Mashiro didn't resist, her cheeks darkening to a rosy hue as she knelt down in front of him at perfect eye-level with his cock. Wasting no time Mashiro adjusted her grip on his dick and stroked him off faster, her wrist bobbing back-and-forth whilst her tongue slipped out and licked the tip. Just the little stroke alone felt good; a tingling tease that slid over the head, her tongue sliding down and around the head a moment later. Considering how much they'd done together Mashiro had plenty of time to get used to the motion, and perhaps because of that was great at giving head.
Something Sensei was reminded of as Mashiro took the tip into her mouth, sucking on it. Unafraid of being heard he moaned freely, planting both hands on the short wall and gazing down at Mashiro as the sniper took more of his dick in her wet mouth, dutifully sucking from the tip to a third of the way down. Her hand kept jerking him off, growing faster by the second and squeezing his dick a little in the process, her attractive purple eyes opening and peeking up at him as she blew him.
''Mn... that's it...'' Shifting a hand down he petted her head, pushing her down a little too.
Mashiro took the hint, adjusting her hand further down and accepting more of his cock into her mouth, humming as she felt his dick slide over her tongue. Sense gritted his teeth but couldn't hope to contain his moan of pleasure, feeling his cock slide over her wet tongue and nearly hit the back of her throat – when at last he did just that, the tip hitting the back. She grunted a little but by now had a good control over her gag reflex, containing the urge as she took him deeper, uncurling her fingers just so she could fit the last few inches of his cock down her throat.
Sensei groaned deeply at the feeling, pushing her down that final inch and relishing the wet heat around his cock – her tongue flush against the underside of his cock and her drool dripping onto his shaft. It twitched, and after a second Mashiro tapped on his leg – signalling she was running out of air and prompting him to unhand her head, allowing Mashiro to pull back up to the tip and gasp in a gulp of air. She was nothing if not a trooper though and without missing a beat Mashiro plunged herself back down his cock, slurping along his wet length and dragging her pursed lips up to the tip once more, her tongue pressing itself flush against the underside of his cock.
''Ah... oh crap you're so good at this...'' Sensei breathily complimented her. ''At least up here nobody will walk up here...''
''Mmph.'' Mashiro tilted her head, causing his cock to bulge her cheek out when it poked it. ''Rehmembur when Yuuka cahme to thuh offish? Ahnd I 'ad to 'ide unduh thuh deschk?''
Her words, though slurred and garbled with a dick in her mouth, brought back memories all the same – of getting intimate with her when Yuuka came by to drop some stuff off, prompting Mashiro to hide under his desk. When Yuuka decided she would be staying to help however Mashiro had no chance to leave... and with how horny she was, she opted to give him a blow-job. With Yuuka walking around the office the whole time, until he blew his load. It was a testament to his self-control that the only outward signs of his orgasm was a gritting of teeth and strained expression, both of which he hid behind a document held up to his face.
''...it was pretty exciting though.'' Sensei admitted after a moment, groaning as he pushed her head down more. ''Crap, saying that... I'm already getting close...''
''Itsch fine.'' Mashiro tilted her head and resumed giving him head – bobbing it with rhythmic ease.
Sensei pursed his lips, gazing out at the grand view of Kivotos as pressure built in his pelvis, the all-consuming urge in his balls growing hotter and hotter, bubbling and boiling up to an irresistible peak that he was helpless to resist. Mashiro's wet warmth invited him inside, her lips slurping back-and-forth endlessly, growing faster and more vigorous as she sensed his impending orgasm-
''Mn-!'' When Mashiro grabbed him by the balls and squeezed; pushing Sensei over the edge.
A rush of heat, a buckle of the knees; and Sensei groaned tightly as he blew his load in her mouth. Greedily Mashiro pushed her head down all the way and audibly swallowed the cum he shot down her throat, not allowing even a miniscule drop to escape as she gulped it all down; her tongue stroking the underside of his cock to help coax even more of it out. Only when the shots of semen slowed did she pop her lips off his dick, panting and eyeing his cock with arousal.
Sensei petted her head and leaned back a bit, giving her enough room to stand up. ''Bend over.''
Mashiro blushed and smiled slightly, a soft hum her only answer as she turned away from him and leaned forwards, presenting her rear to him. Sensei flipped her black skirt up and admired her bare ass, palming it with one hand whilst his other stroked himself off, getting him rock-hard for her before at last lining himself up with her entrance, the tip rubbing her lower lips. Mashiro waited patiently, her soft panting clearly audible in the quiet.
Then he pried her folds apart, eased just the tip in – and with a single slow thrust he pushed inside of Mashiro. The sniper moaned at the feeling and pushed her ass back against him, impaling herself quicker onto him and prompting he himself to push forth, burying himself up to the hilt inside his lover; her vaginal walls clamping snugly around his cock. Just being inside her was exciting in its own right, post-orgasmic sensitivity making every little bit of friction feel thrice as good, but he craved more and he knew she did too.
Thus with a tight moan Sensei pulled himself partway out of Mashiro, holding her waist – and with a grunt plunged right back inside.
''Mm~'' Moaning approvingly Mashiro rested her arms on the ledge and folded her arms, gazing down at the city below. ''Having sex... whilst admiring the view, feels pretty exciting...''
''Yeah.'' Grunting Sensei leaned forwards more, planting his hands on the ledge too – practically spooning her as he fucked her, allowing him to admire the city too. ''Guh, you're tightening up a lot.''
''...just had an idea is all.'' Mashiro murmured out, moaning when he bucked his hips harder – hitting a good spot inside her.
''What might that be?'' Sensei breathlessly inquired, kissing her earlobe.
''I'll tell you 'bout it later.'' Mashiro arched her back, bringing her lips close to his. ''Kiss me for now.''
Sensei gladly did so; closing the tiny gap between their mouths and sealing them together in a kiss, devouring Mashiro's ensuing moan. Snaking an arm up and around his neck Mashiro let him arch her back further, the display of flexibility almost impressive as she kept the kiss going with little difficulty, taking his dick at the same time. His shaft scraped her walls even faster at the sight, lust hastening his thrusts and driving him into her womanhood, feeling her get wet around his dick.
Breaking off the kiss for air Sensei instead slid a hand up her front, unsurprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra. ''No bra?''
''Weather reports said it'd be hot today.'' Mashiro murmured back, cheeks a healthy red as he groped her chest. ''Plus... I like the feel of the wind on them.''
''You perv.'' Sensei teased good-naturedly.
Any rebuttal Mashiro had melted into a moan as he groped her again, his fingers sinking into her smallish but perky breasts; squishing them between his fingers. His hips were far from idle either; audibly smacking his pelvis against her ass over and over again, sheathing him balls-deep inside her and hitting her deepest pats – the tip rubbing against a sweet spot repeatedly, coaxing out no shortage of moans and mewls from Mashiro's lips, muted only when they kissed.
Fondling her breasts a little more Sensei soon leaned back, shifting both hands down to her waist instead and focusing on pounding his lover, the clap of skin-on-skin echoing across the rooftop. Mashiro bowed her head and let her voice out shamelessly, her low moans mixing with her pitched gasps and shaky mewls, her vagina wet as he sheathed himself between her drooling lips harder and faster, pounding her without reservation.
''Mashiro... hah...''
''You're close...'' Mashiro breathlessly noted, moaning. ''P-Pull out, quick...''
Sensei grunted, pounding her harder, faster – and then with a gasp pulled out. Mashiro wasted no time in turning around to face him, one hand pulling her skirt all the way up to her waist and revealing everything from her pelvis to her pussy.
Sensei moved between her spread legs and rubbed the tip against her folds, throbbing with want; before he pushed back inside her. Heat climbed his cock and he hurriedly plunged into her, intimately feeling her wet walls grip his dick – only to then pull out and jerk himself off. When it wasn't enough he pushed back between her pussy lips; putting only half his dick in and hurriedly thrusting into his student, her sex slippery with want.
''Oh crap, oh crap...!'' Daringly he stayed inside her, still thrusting – when the heat peaked and he pulled out. ''Shit!''
He pulled out in time, and with a moan Sensei jerked himself off just as the first spurt of cum shot out the tip, hitting her pussy lips. The ensuing ropes were longer and thicker, splattering across Mashiro's creamy pelvis and earning a moan from the sniper, her breathing heavy as she watched him bust his load all over her pelvis and pussy. She easily could've finished him off with her mouth, but they'd both found some excitement lately in near-creampies; the risk of almost cumming inside her without protection only making it more exciting for them.
''Haah... hah...'' Sensei slowed his strokes down until he had no more cum to spurt. ''Thanks...''
Mashiro merely hummed, scooping up some of his cum on her fingertips and popping them into her mouth, sucking them clean. Sensei shivered at the sight, watching as those same fingers slid down to her pussy and pushed inside her wet, glistening sex; fingering herself for his viewing pleasure. She bit her lip to keep any moans to herself but just watching his lover masturbate in front of him was more than exciting enough to get him hard – which he became quickly.
The sniper approved, smiling as she kept her legs spread. Taking the hint Sensei shifted between her legs again, lined himself up – and with a moan he pushed back inside. With how wet she was he didn't have to worry about being gentle with her, able to easily sink all the way to the base inside her on the first thrust; earning a moan from Mashiro herself, her walls clamping snugly around his shaft.
''Ahh... hey, Sensei.'' Mashiro looked up at him, smiling a little. ''Can we do something... else?''
''Hm? Like what?''
''Hang me over the edge.''
''Er...'' Sensei hesitated, a bit of alarmed. ''Are you sure? It's a high drop.''
In response Mashiro just nodded firmly. ''You won't drop me. I trust you.''
Faced with such a response Sensei could do nothing but agree; humming as he pushed her more towards the edge. Mashiro tightened around him, her muscles tense as her head hung over the edge, then her shoulders; then her upper back too, her body bending backwards from gravity. He didn't push her any further than that and she seemed content with how far she was, her cheeks aflame as he gripped her waist firmly, keeping her from falling off the skyscraper.
And then he started to thrust. Slowly his dick slid out, her slick walls gripping him like a vice and enticing him to slide right back in, moaning at how tight she was. Mashiro let her voice out as well, soft breaths escalating into mewls as he hit her innermost parts; his slow thrusts hastening to a more excitable pace. Every time their pelvises hit she was nudged a little closer to the edge, the high winds blowing her short black hair about, but he kept a firm hold on her.
''Mn, ah~'' Mashiro moaned. ''Harder.''
Sensei grunted, daring to slam his hips forth – playing a dangerous game of fucking her but not so hard he fucked her out of his grip, her balance entirely dependant on his hands. Thanks to the position he had a beautiful view of the city below too; a distracting sight when he was also going balls-deep in his student, his gaze swapping between the buildings and her flushed face, her top hanging up enough that he could see her underboob when it fluttered up a bit.
His gaze dropped down to their joined parts though, watching his cock plunge between her slick lips as he hilted inside her. The arousing view enticed him to thrust harder, spearing his cock deep into her glistening womanhood and fucking more moans out of Mashiro, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist so she didn't lose her balance – forcing him to keep his thrusts shorter, but faster; the smacking of flesh echoing louder as he drilled his student, unafraid of being seen by any prying eyes.
''Ah, hah...'' Tilting her head back further Mashiro gazed down at the city road far, far below. ''Ah... I think the blood's rushing... Mn, to my head... feels good...''
Sensei just grunted at that and replied by daringly speeding up; plunging himself into her tightening tunnel to the tune of smacking flesh, his gaze going to her pelvis as he spotted movement. The cum that he'd unloaded onto it followed the curve to her body, sliding up her belly and up her top – soon earning a soft groan from Mashiro as she felt the tiny dribbled of cum touch her underboob, the lewd sensation fuelling her arousal.
Pounding her harder made those little trickles of white wiggle or move from the vibrations; a pleased moan tumbling from Mashiro's lips at the same time. That was until a strong gust blew past them and flipped her crop-top up, blinding Mashiro briefly... and flashing him her round tits, letting him see them jiggle as he railed her over the wall. The view alone pushed his lust to new heights and made Sensei plough his student all the harder from it, fucking a sharp gasp out of Mashiro's throat.
''A-Ah, S-Sensei...!'' Mashiro screwed her eyes shut, stomach tensing-
-and with a girlish cry the sniper orgasmed. Feeling her walls clamp tight around him Sensei felt heat shoot up his cock, his own orgasm about to hit; but he couldn't pull out without risking dropping Mashiro. The momentary hesitation proved to take too long though, his hips still pounding him into Mashiro's gripping tunnel, coaxing out a tiny spurt of semen.
Until with a shout he slammed balls-deep into his student and blew his load within her. Hot splatters of white spurted across her slick walls; the tip pressing against her innermost parts as he busted his load into her innermost parts, the sheer novelty of giving his student a creampie only making his orgasm feel so much better, his mind totally white as he kept jerking his hips in short, ragged thrusts, filling her with his hot seed.
''Mn, ah, gh...'' Gritting his teeth Sensei kept thrusting, filling her. ''Ah... c-crap...''
''S-Sensei~'' Mashiro whimpered with pleasure; his seed hot inside her.
It didn't hurt that, due to hanging at an angle, it felt like his seed was pouring ever deeper into her, not a droplet escaping her quivering lower lips.
Up until he pulled her back over the ledge that is, groaning as he felt his seed leak down around his cock in a rush. Pulling out Sensei backed up a step and turned his gaze back up to her flushed face, noticing how dizzy she seemed – no doubt thanks to the blood rushing upwards. Thankfully she seemed alright though; shaking it off after a second and looking him in the eyes, smiling.
''That was fun.'' Calmly Mashiro said, cheeks rosy. ''We should do this more.''
''Yeah. Er, though...'' With a blush of his own Sensei pointed down at her crotch; or more specifically, at the cum slowly making its way down her inner-thigh, trickling down. ''Maybe next time use a harness of something. Hard to pull out and not let go of you...''
''Ah.'' Blinking in surprise Mashiro just stared down, prodding her sex. ''...we'll figure something out.''
Faced with such a stone-faced argument Sensei could only smile wryly, humming an agreement.
Safe to say it wasn't the last time the two of them spent an afternoon fucking on top of the Schale building.
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