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Yasuho snuggles up against Josuke’s side. Her dorm is quiet as Josuke sits on his phone, one hand stroking her hair as he reads something. Her eyes flutter open, looking up at Josuke. He notices her gaze before giving her a big smile. “Hey.”
She laughs. “Hi, Josuke.” Yasuho sits up, moving so they lie chest to chest. She pokes his nose as she scoots even closer.
Josuke’s brows raise. He puts his phone down. “What’s up with you, babe?”
“What?” Yasuho asks softly. “I’m not allowed to wanna be close to my boyfriend?”
“You’re literally on top of me.”
The pair laughs together. Yasuho rests her head on Josuke’s shoulder, looking up at his phone as he picks it up again. She sighs and snuggles into him. He chuckles and shows her his screen as he clicks through a few different apps.
His hand moves from the phone to settle on her back. Yasuho sighs as he moves his hand down, stopping at the small of her back. Josuke’s hand moves to the side to grab her hand. She squeezes and smiles. She lifts her head to kiss his jaw.
Yasuho runs her thumb over his knuckles. “I’m glad you came up here.”
Josuke smiles. “Me too.” He kisses the top of her head. Then pauses. “...I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The two sit in silence for just a little bit of silence. Josuke clears his throat. He looks down at his girlfriend, who meets his gaze curiously. Josuke looks away. “...stop looking at me like that,” he mumbles.
Yasuho narrows her eyes. “Like what? Like I’m curious why you said ‘me too’ and then hesitated?” She laughs.
Josuke groans. “I was just gonna say that you know how Joshu is when I say I’m going to visit you. He’s the reason I’m here so early, actually. He’s… well, you know, I’m sure.” He runs his fingers through her hair.
“Mhm, I do.” Yasuho nods. They both know how Joshu is, Yasuho especially.
She sits up in Josuke’s lap and glances down. His shirt rode up at some point earlier, revealing a good bit of his abdomen. Her cheeks heat up as she pulls his shirt down and clears her throat. She leans down slightly, hovering over Josuke.
His eyes dart up to her. Josuke smiles, setting the phone down to pull her down into a kiss. Their lips lock, the kiss gentle and loving. Yasuho lowers herself even closer to her boyfriend as Josuke grabs her waist. The kiss only deepens when she giggles against his lips.
Pulling away, the two stare at each other. Josuke’s eyes glide down from Yasuho’s soft smile to her cleavage, then to her hips resting right atop his own. His face goes red as he looks away from her, clearing his throat.
Silence.
After a few moments, Yasuho groans and climbs off of him. Josuke sits up to watch her pace a small circle around the dorm before turning to face him. “We… Do you think we need to… talk?” she asks, rubbing the back of her neck.
Josuke glances down at himself. He’s hard. He nods, kicking his legs off the bed to face her. “Y- Yeah. I’m assuming it’s…” he gestures to his crotch before pulling his sailor hat off. Something he really only did when things were serious. And this? He considered this very serious.
Neither of them speak. Yasuho leans against her desk, half-sitting on the edge while staring at Josuke. He looks up at her, rubbing the back of his neck. Neither one of them knew how to breach the topic of sex, a year into their relationships and both still virgins. Technically, at least.
“...I, uh…” Yasuho starts out. “I wouldn’t mind… you know, doing that with you. If you want to do it. I just haven’t… done that before.”
Josuke looks up at her. He then lowers his gaze to his lap, opening and closing his hand as he stares. He sighs. “I want to, too. But…” he drops his hand. “...I guess I’m… still adapting. Still accepting that I’m not Josefumi or Kira or… or whatever.”
Yasuho nods. “I can understand that. Especially with… sex.” She laughs, crossing her arms. “You’ve got four balls, two tongues, two—”
“Yasuho!” Josuke huffs playfully, crossing his arms in mock frustration with her. She tilts her head as his expression turns more thoughtful. “...two tongues…” he repeats.
She blinks, watching him stand up. Yasuho laughs as he approaches. “Uh, Josuke…? Why are you… walking over like this…?” She asks softly.
Josuke’s hands find her waist, yanking her from the desk and pulling her against his chest. She looks up at him as he grins. “Well, we could… work our way up. Start out with testing the waters to see what we do and don’t like,” he suggests. “Like a trial period.”
Yasuho’s eyes widen. “A… a trial period? Where we… do what?”
The man shakes his head. Josuke’s lips find hers fairly quickly. “Just… whatever we’re comfortable doing, I guess,” he explains between kisses. “I have a few ideas.”
“Josuke! Who knew you’d have such a dirty mind?” Yasuho laughs as he moves down to kiss her neck. She let out a sigh, leaning back against her desk. “...what are those ideas, hm? Where’d you get ‘em?” Yasuho’s fingers find his hair to pull him back.
“Well…” he trails off, then laughs. “You know how Joshu is.”
“Joshu!? Seriously!?” Yasuho stares in stunned silence for a few moments. “No way you’re getting sex ideas from—”
“Woah, woah, no! I’m not taking suggestions from him!” Josuke stares at her like a sad puppy at the accusation. “He just… talks a lot. After so much talk about ‘Yasuho this’ and ‘Yasuho that’ directed at me, I guess I subconsciously pick up things he hints at and says and stuff.”
Yasuho smiles. She sighs and kisses him. He’s so cute when he looks upset. “So… what did you want to do, hm?” she asks, cupping his face.
Josuke points down at her skirt. “I wanna do… oral. On you.”
Her eyes widen as Josuke’s hands begin to unbutton her blouse. He kisses her breasts, then down her belly before reaching the top of her skirt. Josuke lifts a hand to pull it down, but she grabs his hand first.
“H- Hold on, you… you mean like, your mouth… down there?”
Josuke nods.
“But—”
“Hm?”
Yasuho stares. The closest she’s ever gotten to sex was making out with Josuke. But he was about to… use his mouth? Down there?
Josuke grins, as though watching the cogs turn in her head. “You’re so innocent, Yasuho. If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t done this before, either. So… that’s why I was saying this was gonna be a trial period.”
She gulps, chest heaving. Yasuho did have to admit that she felt kind of… turned on. Her bra hides the fact that her nipples have hardened, and she can feel some wetness between her legs. And staring at Josuke, on his knees, hands gripping her skirt? That makes the sensation between her legs grow.
“...F- Fine. But… but if I say…” she looks around the room.
“If you tell me to stop,” Josuke mumbles as he tugs her skirt down her hips, “I’ll stop. You can slap me, too. Do whatever you need to do if it gets uncomfortable or anything.”
Yasuho’s brow raises as her skirt drops to the ground, and Josuke has her step out of it. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” She mumbles to herself. She already knows he hasn’t, though.
Josuke gulps, nerves obvious as his fingers hook onto the waistband of her panties. He gives her a shaky smile, the gap in his teeth just barely visible before he tugs the garment off. Yasuho’s legs shut in an instant. Her face is bright red as she looks down at Josuke.
Neither of them move or speak for a good few minutes.
“...Yasuho?”
She groans. “I– I’m nervous, okay? It’s… kinda weird. Exposing myself like this to you.”
Josuke kisses her thighs. His hands grab her panties as he tilts his head. “Do you wanna—”
“N- No, keep them down. I just… need a sec.”
He smiles, continuing to kiss her legs. Josuke’s lips move up as Yasuho breathes out, legs just barely separating. She watches him open his eyes to look up at her. Something about the look in his eyes…
Yasuho sighs, shutting her eyes and looking away. She slowly begins to spread her legs further.
“Holy shit!” Josuke gasps.
“What?” Yasuho looks down at him, but then her face goes red.
Josuke’s fingers are already between her legs. Not touching her, but lingering nearby. His eyes are wide. “You’re… really wet. Like…” He scoots closer. “...it’s on your thighs.”
His voice isn’t disgusted or weirded out, like Yasuho had expected. Josuke sounds… excited. Like he’s just barely holding himself back from burying his face into her. He looks up at her, eyes full of yearning. Yasuho blinks. “W- What…?”
“Well… are you ready?” Josuke asks.
After a few moments, Yasuho nods.
Josuke smiles. He scoots closer. “I’m… gonna start now,” he whispers.
Yasuho’s breath hitches as Josuke’s lips finally land between her legs. She lets out a breath when she feels Josuke’s tongue press against her sex. His tongue had two different textures, and her sensitivity only made that more noticeable. “Oh… Josuke…”
She grabs him by his short hair. Josuke glances up at her, and she smiles. With that, Josuke buries himself further, his tongue working its way into her pussy. Yasuho let out a soft cry, pulling him in closer. Josuke moans against her.
Her nails dig into his hair as she feels his tongue inside of her. Josuke’s lips move against her as she spreads her legs. He pulls back, panting. He licks his lips and smiles up at her.
Yasuho’s lips quirk into a smile. “You… having fun down there?” She pants.
“The most.” Josuke replies, kissing her mound with a sigh. “Are you having fun?”
She nods with a smile. “It… it feels weird. Good weird, I mean.” Yasuho laughs, biting her lip. She looks down as she notices Josuke’s hand palming himself. She reached down and grabbed his arm. “H- Hey, if you want, I could…”
Josuke shook his head. He smiled as he tilted his head. “You come first, Yasuho. Besides,” he pushed himself up to kiss her belly button, “I like seeing you like this,” he admitted.
Yasuho blushed, groaning as she flicked Josuke’s forehead. He laughed before standing up and pinning her against the desk. She smiled and pinched his face in her hand. “You’re so cute, even when you’re… down there.” Yasuho kissed his jaw.
“Y’think?” Josuke asked as her lips found his neck. He leaned back, moving the two of them so his back hit the wall near her bed. “I dunno, I think—ugh.”
Her hand had found its way to his crotch. Josuke glanced down as her lips continued to kiss at his neck and fondle him. Yasuho smiled into his skin as her hand slipped past the waistband of his sailor pants to properly stroke him.
Josuke grunted. “Shit… Ya– Yasu…ho…”
“You think I can’t surprise you, either?” Yasuho mumbled into his skin. She laughed as he stiffened. “...and you just got harder, so it seems like my surprise is working.”
“Pfft. P- Please… please…” he cleared his throat and shook his head. “Any guy would… shit… would react… to this. Let me… let me keep… pleasing you…” he pleaded. Then, as Yasuho pulled her head back, he stuck his tongue out at her and wiggled it.
Josuke managed to drop to his knees once Yasuho let go of his groin. He looked up at her, eyes full of yearning. Yasuho blushed, but sat down on the bed as she spread her legs again for him. Josuke leaned right back in.
Soft moans and wet noises filled the dorm room. Yasuho had her hand on the back of Josuke’s head, pulling him in closer as her back remained arched. Josuke, in turn, remained with his face buried between her legs. The only time he’d move up or down was to suck her clit or slide his tongue as deep inside of her as he could manage.
Yasuho gulped, laughing. “J- Josuke, hold on.”
Josuke’s head whipped back. He panted as he looked up at her, waiting.
“...I wanna… switch it up. I feel… weird.”
“Is it a bad—”
Her pink hair swung through the air as she shook her head. “No, no, not bad weird. Like, too-good weird. So…” Yasuho gently pushed him back onto the ground, kneeling between his legs. “...my turn…” she whispered with a giggle.
Josuke laughed as Yasuho pushed his pants down. “Can you at least tell me if my tongue feels weird? You know, with my tongue being the two separate tongues of—”
Yasuho silenced him with a quick kiss to his tip. “It felt good. I’m starting to doubt if you really didn’t know what you were doing. Or maybe we’re both stupid inexperienced, so anything feels good.” She stroked him with one hand, eyes darting down to his four balls.
“...is this weird, Yasuho?” Josuke whispered.
She looked up. “Is what weird, baby?”
“I mean… me. Doing this with me. I know we aren’t going all the way, but—”
Once again, Josuke was silenced by Yasuho taking his cock into her mouth. He let out a breath, hips bucking against her face. His eyes darted down to her as she bobbed her head up and down. Then, he felt her tongue begin to move.
“Ohh shit…” Josuke gasped, laughing. “I forgot… what I was… nnghh… even asking, babe…”
“Mmmph.”
“Please don’t talk with your mouth full. It feels good.”
Yasuho pulled off, laughing as she stroked his now wettened dick. She kissed the underside of his cock with a sigh. “Fine. No talking. But let me know when you get close. We can get each other off with our hands.” She took him right back inside her warm cavern.
Josuke’s body jerked as he let out a breath, his hand moving down to twist his fingers between strands of her hair. He bit his lip as he watched her head move up, then down, then back up. “You think mouth to genitalia is too much for a first time?”
She tilted her head, licking along his slit. “We’ve gone past just touching each other. For the first time, mind you. So yeah, I think it’s too much for a first time,” Yasuho replied as she stroked him a little faster.
He grinned, his tongue visible through the gap in his teeth. The gap that Yasuho loved spotting, because it reminded her of how unique her boyfriend really was in Morioh. And that said a lot, considering how Morioh has been for a while now.
The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Nothing else existed. Not the cold floor, not the bed behind Yasuho, not the dorm at all. Just the two of them, lost in each other. A silent gaze that let them know that no one else would ever see them like this.
“Y- Yasuho,” Josuke broke the moment with a puff, his grip on her hair tightening. “I’m… already kind of close…”
Her eyes widened. Already? He must’ve been really working himself while he was between her thighs. Yasuho yanked her hand away, then smiled sheepishly. “Do you, uh… wanna kiss?” she asked. Her voice was timid.
Josuke kissed her jaw. “We don’t have to kiss mouth to mouth. I don’t really feel like tasting my dick right now.”
Yasuho let out a cackle. “Josuke! Don’t say it like that! That’s so vulgar!”
As their laughter died down, Josuke’s hand moved between Yasuho’s legs while her hand remained on his cock. Both of them moved their hands with a focus on pleasure. Although they didn’t kiss, their lips each explored each other’s bodies.
The room fell into a comfortable quiet, the couple focused on each other. Josuke kissed on her shoulder while Yasuho continued kissing his neck, even leaving a few hickeys. Both shivered and shuddered every now and then until, finally, Yasuho seemed to tremble even worse.
“Ah… ah… J- Josuke…” she whimpered, grinding into his hand.
He grinned, bucking up into her hand. “You… you can come. I don’t think orgasming in sync is a normal thing that happens, either. So don’t worry about that, in case you’ve been watching some weird porn or something.” Josuke’s lips continued to explore her neck and shoulders, leaving a hickey of his own.
Yasuho cried out. She arched her back, hips still bucking into his hand as he made sure to pick up the pace as she came. After a few moments, Yasuho’s legs stilled, and she half collapsed on him. Her head landed on his chest as her hand kept moving.
“Shit… this plan b- backfired…” Josuke groaned, then wrapped his arms around Yasuho as he came, too. He arched as his ejaculation shot into the air, landing on her hand, his pelvis, and on the ground.
Both of them remained still. Neither dared to speak, to ruin the quiet moment, the atmosphere of taking that next step. Which ended up being far kinkier than either of them had probably planned. Yasuho pushed herself up on her elbow, which dug into Josuke’s chest. “I… I love you, Josuke.”
Josuke grinned. “I love you too, Yasuho.” He whispered before kissing the hickey he’d left. “...but we’d better clean up. And figure out a way to hide this.” Josuke’s hand slapped the hickey on his neck. “Otherwise, Joshu is gonna kill me, and everyone else will interrogate me.”
Yasuho laughed as she sighed. “Too lazy to use your stand?”
“Too unwilling to get up from right here,” he admitted.
Her gaze softened. Yasuho rested her head right back on his chest with a sigh. “...we can clean up later.”
And the two of them laid on the floor of Yasuho’s dorm just like that: spent, weak, and in love.