This one has vaguely suggestive smuttyness, so if that isn't your cup of tea than don't read on.
Inspired by this prompt:
Imagine person B teaching person A a new language. person A gets mischievous and wants to learn all the sex-related words. so person B decides to do a little "interactive activity"
And picture them at 19/20-ish.
They lay in semi-darkness, limbs intertwined, blankets a tangled mess around them. He breathes a breath of cool air across the smooth column of her pale throat, eliciting a delicate shiver from the girl. She drags her fingertips up his muscled back and into his hair, leaving a scorching trail in their wake.
Their movements are slow and languished, a peaceful calm after a moment of pure, passionate frenzy. Kimiko laughs when Raimundo's hand brushes against her ribs, she swats him gently away from the sensitive area. He then shifts, maneuvering them so that they lay side by side, keeping an arm snug around her and brushing a thumb against her narrow hip.
"So," Raimundo begins, his tone idle. "How did we get here again?"
Kimiko rolls her eyes, fully prepared to go into rant mode about the male's astounding ability to retain anything in their minds after sex.
Instead, she replies simply.
"You were the one who wanted to learn Japanese."
"And I did, didn't I?"
"You only asked about the dirty words, Rai."
Raimundo chuckles, a self satisfied rumble deep in his chest, and ducks his head to nuzzle against the crown of hers. He speaks in a muffled voice, keeping his face buried in her mussed up hair. Oddly enough, it still smells like her jasmine shampoo.
"And it's my fault that you chose the hands on learning approach, oh teacher?"
She flushes, a dark pink staining her already blushing cheeks, and Kimiko states in a blunt tone.
"Hey, you're the student who needs the subject matter shoved into his face."
"Hmmm repeatedly."
"Ew. Don't be gross."