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You started school at Shujin at the same time Ryuji Sakamoto did. And from the moment the two of you met during your first class together, you both knew that you couldn’t stand each other. Though it took several arguments and screaming matches between the two of you that finally led to him telling you that he hated your guts for the first time- about halfway through your third year. And it took until today, a mere two weeks before both of you graduated, for you to tell him straight to face that he should “eat shit and die” with a voice that meant that you absolutely meant every single word.
Conveniently, it also took the same amount of time for him to finally kiss you. And for you to get on your knees in an empty classroom after school and start reaching for his fly. Almost like the two of you were just a bunch of stupid, horny teenagers in one of those dumb, American high school movies you would get from the video rental store. Maybe that’s why you got a little too excited. Maybe that’s why you got a little eager.
Maybe that’s why you let him fuck your throat long enough for him to get his fun before that you demanded that you get your share too.
He seemed annoyed when you fought out of his grip and nearly spat out the salty taste of his pre-cum onto his uniform with a glare when you felt like he was getting close to emptying his load in your mouth. But then again, he always seemed annoyed when you were near. And you can’t exactly blame considering you share the exact same sentiment. The two of you brought out the absolute worst in each other. The worst insults and feelings and actions- everything. It’s amazing how even after all these years, something like this could happen. Or maybe, it should have been expected all along. You always thought Ryuji was a stupid hothead who couldn’t learn how and when he should keep his mouth shut. Perhaps he needed another reminder now that you’ve so graciously let him abuse your throat as if he deserved it.
So you didn’t waste another second. The day wasn’t getting younger. And he wasn’t getting any less stupid or any more deserving of your presence right now. Still, you found yourself standing up to your full height and leaning in to press your lips against his once more. You’d hardly call it romantic. You’d hardly say it’s something you enjoy either. But there’s something so right about kissing him like this. Something so right about grabbing at the lapels of his blazer and holding him against you as if you’re asserting your dominance.
And as shameful as it is to admit it, there’s also something so right about him pressing back against your lips with the exact same intensity. About him tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling. About him slipping a hand around your waist to keep you still- to keep you exactly where he wants you to be. And something so absolutely fucking right about that quick slap to your ass from beneath your skirt when the two of you finally break apart for air.
A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you. Your chests heave in time with each other as you stare into each other’s eyes and size each other up. You wonder if he got your message. You wonder if he learned his lesson from this. He probably didn’t now that you think about it. The Ryuji you know is stupid. No matter how many times he tries to say otherwise, nothing will change that.
Still, there’s a part of you that now knows you’re a bit stupid too. Because just for a second, your eyes flicker down at the limited space between the two of you. But you don’t let it last for a second. You let it last longer than that. You let it last as your eyes narrow down on the sight of his erection- long and hard and a bit thicker than you were expecting it would be- still sitting freely from when you pulled it out of his pants. You felt it press against your thigh while the two of you were kissing. You had it shoved down your throat and choke you as he grabbed a fist full of your hair and thrusted into your mouth.
And now that you’re looking at it again- looking at his cock all shiny and pretty with your salvia smeared all over it and a little more precum leaking out from the top- you can’t help but feel like you’re soaking your panties even more than you were earlier. Back when the two of you were just touching. Back when the two of you were just kissing. Even back when the two of you were just fighting.
Maybe you are the stupid one. Maybe Ryuji was right. You’d never let him know that. In fact, you’d rather him just go pound sand.
Or maybe just pound you.
“Bend over the desk,” He demands suddenly, voice cutting clear through the silence as you’re startled out of your thoughts. Your eyes quickly look back up to meet his, and you try your best not to let anything like your surprise or even your growing arousal show. Because the tone he used with you was a little more authoritative than you thought was possible for him. It caught you off guard. Made your heart race. Made your mouth water . But you’re not quick to mold or break or bend . Not just for anyone. “ Don' make me ask again. ”
“ Make me, Sakamoto-kun .” You shoot back plainly before adding a teasing lilt to the mocking call of his family name. The darkening of Ryuji’s face at your words it’s almost comical. So much so that you weren’t able to hide the quick, breathless laugh before it slipped out. And maybe that was your first mistake. Or perhaps you could have even considered it the last mistake you’ve ever made when dealing with him. You wouldn’t know.
Turns out you don’t know a lot of things about some stupid boy you hate. Who knew?
“ Fine .” He barked out, in a voice completely unlike the light-hearted loudmouth that you always hated. But that one word, it was the one and only warning before took a step forward and grabbed you by the arm. This time, you really couldn’t hide the look of shock on your face. Yeah, he’s gotten physical with you before. But it was never like this. It was shoulder-checking you in the hallways between classes. It was grabbing you by the collar during a screaming match in the back staircases after school. “ You asked for it.”
But it was never pushing you down and bending you over on the nearest possible desk, flipping your skirt up, and slipping your panties to the side as he aligns the head of his cock with your warm, wet insides.
“Sakamoto, wait!” You gasp out the second you feel the head push into your lower lips. You don’t feel the stretch you’re anticipating yet, but you know and seen and felt and swallowed enough of him to know that you’re not about to risk the obnoxious blonde’s bad decision-making skills on something so...so…
“...you need me to stop?”
Something so embarrassing.
You turn your head back to look at him. And for once, he seems to be smiling at you. Well, smiling isn’t quite the right word. One side of his lips are quirked up farther than the other, showing just a sliver of teeth. After a couple of seconds, you know all too well what you’re looking at. One of his stupid, fucking infamous smirks in full view. But you’re in no position to fight back this time. Not while he’s got you bent over like this- ass out and panties pulled to the side just to expose the mess you’ve been making of yourself. Face all flustered and breathing a little too hard to be both the bite and the bark you’ve shown yourself to be.
And while you appreciate the fact that he’s giving you an out right now, you know from one look at the devil’s smile that it’s something that you’ll never live down. Not in these last two weeks you’ll both be classmates for. Not for the rest of your life. It’ll be like proving to him that he’s better than you. And he’s not better than you. He’s not . But…
“It’s…it’s my first time, asshole .” You murmur quietly, not trusting yourself to look at his face anymore without letting the embarrassment grow. Instead, you try to focus on literally everything else. The smell of sex in the air. The messy way he wears his clothes. The warm lighting from the setting sun. Even the gentle way he strokes the skin of your backside. As if you’re something more than just enemies. As if you could be something more than just enemies. “Just…don’t be so rough, okay?”
“ Heh ,” He laughs quietly. And as genuine sounding as it is, somehow you don’t feel bad. Or stupid or even small. You still don’t want to look at his face. But the hand that makes contact with your skin doesn’t ever stop moving as it draws small, soft shapes into your backside. And for a second you truly believe that the two of you are more than just enemies. Because you think that’s what he wants you to believe. Because you think that’s what he believes too. “Don’ worry so much, idiot. ”
But you have more time for thinking or believing in stupid things at this point. Because at the call of his final insult, you feel his slide into you. Sinking in with little resistance as you draw in a sharp breath and gasp out of pure surprise from the impact. You’re glad he’s going in slow. And you’re even more glad that you’re so fucking wet right now. Because every inch you take of him? It causes you to cry out even louder. It causes your legs to be even shakier. It causes your inner walls to stretch around him as he invades your space in the best way possible. A way that you have only heard about. A way that you have only imagined. A way that you have only hoped to experience…
“It’s my first time too.”
…with a stupid boy like him.