Chapter 6

Misaki Ayuzawa used to hate public displays of affection. Well, she hated it when she saw other people doing it.

But in the past 2 weeks since she and Usui officially became a couple, she didn't feel any repulsion towards public displays of affection, especially if they were the ones doing the displaying. Sadly, Usui hasn't done anything of the sort, spare for the times when he took her bookbag and carried it for her, or when he held her hand as they walked. Two weeks, and the most affectionate Usui had been to her since the classroom was the time when he brushed off her hair away from her eyes.

Being honest with herself, Misaki didn't hate PDA anymore. What's more was that she actually CRAVED for it. She wanted Usui to touch her, whether they were in public or not. (But the two of them haven't been anywhere considered private together yet...) Moreover, she wanted to touch Usui.

Touch him a whole fucking lol

"Misaki, ready to go?" Usui asks as he stands from his seat beside her and throws his bag over hus back. Their economics instructor wave goodbye from the front of the classroom, and people exit the room one by one. Not one person left the room without an incredulous look toward Usui and Misaki. Apparently, the people around them still can't quite wrap their heads around the fact that Usui and Misaki are dating.

Misaki couldn't blame any of them. She herself still cant believe the fact, either.

"Wait a sec." Misaki finishes the sentence she was writing in her notebook, then she double checks whether the illustrations she wrote down matched the ones on the board in front. Satisfied, Misaki stuffs the notebook in her bag and gets up from her seat. Usui grabs the bag from her and slings it over his shoulder.

"Thanks." Misaki mutters and they leave the room.

"Wanna go somewhere fun today?" Usui asks as they walk the hallways to the staircase.

"Where exactly?" Misaki raises a brow at him. Yes, her heart did skip a beat when he said 'fun', and yes, she did have a specific place in mind to go to have fun, but no, she is never going to suggest that they go to her apartment and continue where they left off two weeks ago in the classroom.

He glances down at her and smirks. "I think you have somewhere you want to go... things you wanna do... dont you?" He winks.

Misaki flushes scarlet at his words. The bastard knew exactly what she was thinking, probably had an idea how much of a horny little pig she's been for the past two weeks. "Shut up, ass hole." She mutters as she speeds up her walk to to be ahead of him. Not only has she been horny, but she's also been extra grumpy. She's constantly had a serious case of wet panties wherever she went, and the fact that she always had to change them got on her nerves. Worst thing was that she couldn't take matters into her own hands. Even just the thought of having to get off by herself made her feel a sense of guilt, made her feel like a cheating whore somehow, which was ridiculous, since one can't cheat on her boyfriend with her own vibrator... can she?

She hears him chuckle from behind her. Misaki had no idea what went on in her boyfriend's head, but she was sure of one thing: he enjoyed her misery.

Misaki hurries off to the parking lot. She walks past everyone, careful not to bump into anyone as she plowed ahead of her boyfriend. She didn't look back once, afraid that he's read everything she couldnt say if she showed him her face. She goes to stand by the passenger-side door of Usui's black convertible, keeping her face down as she waited for him to keep up. She tries the handle, but it's still locked.

Usui walks behind her, then cages her in his arms, planting his hands on the roof of the car. "Are you mad?" He whispers in her ear. He plants his chin on the crook of her neck, his warm breath tickling the exposed skin on Misaki's shoulder.

Misaki visibly shivers at the sound of his voice and at the warmth of his breath. Well, now, she's even wetter. This hot asshole has got to stop being so damn sexy. "Why would I be?" Misaki managed to reply in a low voice. The tips of her fingers tingled with an ache to reach up and burrow into the silk of his hair, to pull him closer to her...

He chuckles, and Misaki feels the vibrations from his body on her back. Misaki releases a breathy sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're tempting me, Misaki..." He buries his nose in her hair and breathes her in. "You smell so good..."

Yeah, plus points to Misaki for remembering to wash her hair today.

Misaki's breathing quickens and under her bra, her nipples start to ache and harden. Usui takes his right hand from the car and snakes his arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against his.

Well, hello to his little soldier boy, all high and alert... But its not exactly little...Misaki grinds her ass against his hard-on and they both give out a low moan. She moves a little bit to the side so that the buldge in his pants becomes flush against the crack of her ass. She circles her hips, and he thrusts forward once, making her mewl in pleasure. Misaki starts to reach back to grab his ass to pull him even closer... Then his hand around her waist moves to grab her wrist, stopping her in her tracks."Well, shit..." Usui breathes out. "As much as I'd love to ravish you right now, we have an audience, love." He gives a small laugh as moves away from Misaki to fish his key fob from his pocket. He unlocks the car, opening the passenger-side door for Misaki. She clears her throat, glances around for a moment, and gracefully slides into the car, paying no heed to the people milling around closeby watching them, and Usui checks if she is properly seated before he closes the door. Usui rounds the car and slides in to the driver's seat. They buckled their seatblets, and Usui starts uo the engine.

As Usui backs out of the parking spot, Misaki burries her face in her hands, grateful for the tinted windows that hid her shame from the world. Yes, she felt a slight bit embarassed that she had almost given everyone in the campus live porn, but her shame stemmed more from the fact that she was actually thrilled and sort-of happy at what they'd done... she liked whatever it was that they just did...

"Takumi..." Misaki peeks at him through the gaps between her fingers.

Usui shoulder tenses as he drove out of the parking lot. He blinks a couple of times, and pink starts to color his cheeks. He stretches his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Takumi..." Misaki repeats. This was the very first time she called him by his name. Misaki was actually waiting for the perfect opportunity to do it, since most of the time she felt too shy to do so. Plus, she knew it would make him go crazy whem she did... It was basically her hidden weapon against the teasing idiot.

"Yes, Misa-chan." Usui responds without looking at her.

Misaki feels a grin come up. Look at this idiot, he's all flustered!

Feeling a boost of confidence from her little victory, she reaches down and places a hand on his thigh.

Usui jerks in his seat.

With a deep breath, Misaki unleashes her second weapon.

"I'm wet."

Usui sucks a breath in harshly, keeping his eyes glued to the road. He doesn't speak.

Misaki flexes her fingers on his thigh, then ever so slowly, she traces a path upward, watching the side-profile of his face intently. Usui's jaw was hard and his lips were set in a line. His eyes looked straight ahead, his brows furrowed.

When Misaki came close to his crotch, Usui gave her a side-eye, and her hand stops in its tracks.

"Im driving. Take your hand away." Usui growls, and Misaki takes her hand back quickly, as though she was burned. He turns his attention back on the road. Misaki slumps in her seat, suddenly distraught.

Did he just growl at her?

Was he mad?

Minutes tick by as Usui continued to drive in silence. Finally, he pulls up in front of her apartment building. He keeps the engine running as he goes out, rounds the front, and opens her door for her. Misaki looks up at him, and she sees that he's looking at something over the car-- and not at her.

The fuck is happening?

"I cnt pick you up tomorrow morning. See you in class, okay?" He says as she gathers her stuff, unbuckles her seat belt, and gets off. As soon as he was able to shut the door behind her, he runs back to his side and gets in the car, not bothering to give Misaki the usual kiss-goodbye-on-the-forehead. He didn't even spare her a glance.

As he drove away from her, all Misaki could think was:

What the fuck?#