Work Text:
~*******~
Suddenly being shoved into a janitor’s closet by the shoe lockers isn’t usually a part of my after school plans.
And I’m pretty sure it’s not anyone’s plans either, but here I am; stuck in a closet with very little space for one person yet alone two people, all thanks to a panicking Rifuta Imu. At least I’m spared of Teruhashi’s attention-grabbing presence. Small mercies.
But there is another problem that’s making this situation even more unsolicited.
“Man, it’s hella tight in here,” Aiura Mikoto, recent transfer student and legitimate fortune-teller of PK Academy, harshly whispers as her hand tightens its hold on my collar. “I can barely move...!”
I throw her an annoyed glare which goes unnoticed in the darkness of the closet, You’re being too loud, Aiura. Teruhashi’s going to hear you at this point.
“Oh shit, sorry Kusuo!”
I let out a quiet breath. It’s fine. Let’s just communicate through my telepathy for the time being. I will listen to your thoughts so try not to make a sound.
‘Good idea! I didn’t think of that!’
Even Aiura’s mental voice is almost too loud for my taste but there’s nothing I can do at the moment but hold back my instinctual wince.
The girl suddenly fidgets in place, ‘I can’t see what’s happening outside. Kusuo, scoot over a bit.’
I can listen to their thoughts as well if you’re that curious, but I doubt it’s anything important.
‘Nah, I wanna be able to stand properly anyway, so move your ass!’
Good grief, this girl...
I back into the wall, pressing myself flat against it while Aiura shuffles so she’s standing more in front of me, her body unintentionally rubbing against mine with the movement.
She’s pressing flush to my front and I have never been so uncomfortable in my life. This kind of close proximity is normally something I avoid at all costs.
Aiura, you—
‘Shut up for a second will ya,’ she immediately interrupts, ‘I’m trying to hear what the girls are saying!’
Her bottom presses further into me as she stands on her tiptoes, supposedly trying to look through the narrow gaps on the door.
I grit my teeth but try my best to ignore the current situation the two of us are needlessly trapped in. Maybe I could try teleporting us, but where to? My house? My parents would definitely see her come out of my room, though.
What a pain.
I still don’t know where Aiura lives...
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when her scent eventually starts filling up the small space inside the closet, but it still manages to catch me off guard despite my clairvoyance.
What annoys me, however, is the fact that it’s actually a quite pleasant scent. One difficult to ignore, at that.
It’s soothing, and sweet, but not overly so.
I find myself wondering if it’s due to her shampoo, and since her mane of hair is in my face anyway, I take a discreet whiff of the blonde strands, which tells me that’s not it at all.
What is making her scent so pleasant? So alluring?
As I shift my weight onto the other leg, moving as minimally as possible to avoid the attention of Teruhashi and Rifuta outside, a familiar smell suddenly hits my nostrils.
What? Is that—?!
Aiura almost jumps out of her skin, her hand smothering her surprised gasp when I thoughtlessly lean down to plant my face into the skin between her neck and shoulder.
‘Kusuo? What the hell are you doing all of a sudden?!’
I don’t respond right away. Instead I inhale deeply, feeling my eyes fluttering closed. Why do you smell like coffee, Aiura?
‘Oh damn, I didn’t get it all then,’ is her mental response, sounding both embarrassed and sheepish. ‘I bought coffee at lunch but spilled it all over myself when Chiyopipi accidentally bumped into me, so that’s why.’
There are no stains on your uniform from what I can see, I note and glance down her front only to hurriedly avert my gaze when it lands on her generous cleavage.
That was not my intention. Really.
‘Well, that’s ‘cause it’s not my uniform. Chisapoyo let me borrow one of her spare ones since we’re about the same size, ya know?’
Ah. That makes sense.
The memory I can see in her mind of the incident further confirms her explanation, and as the memory suddenly shifts to Aiura looking at herself in the bathroom mirror while changing uniforms, I remember myself and stop peering into her mind.
Good grief. What is wrong with me today?
I let myself focus on the lingering coffee smell instead.
Another deep inhale tells me of sugar and milk added in the dark beverage, which makes me instantly think of coffee jelly.
It’s a really good smell and it’s making me want to have some of my favorite dessert.
I really need to buy a few cups of coffee jelly later.
‘Uhm Kusuo, that’s... oh, God...!’
I pause at the sound of Aiura’s mental voice, then I open my eyes to see what’s going on.
Her breaths have gotten heavier and her head is slightly tilted to the side.
I realise with horror that I’ve been nuzzling her neck all this time, like some pervert.
Toritsuka, have you been possessing me all of a sudden—?!
I’m very sorry, Aiura. I awkwardly lift my head away from her and try distancing myself, but there’s nowhere to go with my back against the closet wall. I don’t know what came over me.
Aiura shakes her head, then peers at me from over her shoulder to look me in the eye (or at least trying to in the darkness.) There’s a slight blush on her cheeks my enhanced sight picks up.
‘It’s... it’s alright, man. No worries—’
She suddenly shifts her weight, causing her body to press into me again with her backside accidentally rubbing against my crotch.
A gasp leaves my lips and we both seem to freeze at the same time.
‘... Kusuo, is that a hard-on ya got there?’
My mind blanks for a moment, making me unable to respond.
Numbly, I look down my front to discover an obvious bulge behind the zipper on my uniform pants.
That is indeed a ‘hard-on’, poking into Aiura’s skirt-clad left buttock.
The scents together with my unconscious movements are likely the reasons why I ended up in this state.
Which is perfectly normal and expected, all things considered.
After all, I’m still a healthy teenage boy despite having psychic powers.
And while I’ve never felt anything sexual towards another person until now, my body still responds to physical stimuli like Aiura’s been doing.
Good grief.
Can this situation be more humiliating?
‘So he’s affected by me in this proximity, huh? Hmm... I guess it can’t be helped.’
Before I can ask Aiura what exactly she means by that, my mind blanks for the second time today as she silently reaches behind herself, grabs my wrists and promptly places my hands on her chest.
What.
I blink several times, wholly convinced it’s just my imagination. But why on earth would I imagine myself cupping Aiura Mikoto’s breasts?
Seconds tick by and the scenery stays the same, no matter how much I blink.
Not my imagination.
Huh.
Something rubbing against my crotch thankfully snaps me out of my confusion.
Aiura. What are you DOING?
She leans her head back in response, laying it on my shoulder as she continues moving her backside against me. The friction sends bolts of sensation down my lower body and I have to suppress a groan that would have been too loud. This is so strange and I am not sure I like it.
‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ her green eyes meet my gaze, dark and lidded. ‘I’m helping ya get off, o’course!’
Why? I ask with exasperation as she covers my hands with her own, seemingly encouraging me to squeeze and fondle her breasts, which I happen to notice won’t even fit in my palms due to their size. It suddenly makes me wonder if she ever experiences any back pain because of them.
‘Why? You’re my soulmate and fake boyfriend at the moment, Kusuo, so I figured it’s fine if I lend a hand. I heard that blue balls can literally damage your dong if you don’t come fast enough, and I don’t wanna risk it...!’
Surely that has to be a myth— hnnggh!
I clench my teeth hard when the infuriating girl increases her efforts, rubbing me harder. She won’t let this go, too determined to ‘get me off’ for some reason.
I could probably do something to make her stop, or even to escape the closet and the entire situation.
But I have never used my powers whilst my body’s in an aroused state, and I don’t feel like trying it out if there’s a risk Aiura gets hurt in the process.
What a pain.
But wait a minute!
Teruhashi and Rifuta are going to hear us, I object when I suddenly remember why we’re hiding in a closet in the first place, and we are still in school, Aiura.
‘It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry,’ her mental voice drawl as she grins up at me, ‘Those two already left after Rifuta looked to be confessing her love to Teruhashi—’
What.
‘—and the area is deserted now, but ya never know if someone’s gonna come here. Well, YOU might know with your sensoring, but still. Let’s do our best to stay quiet, yeah?’
You are just taking advantage of the situation here.
‘What? Are you kidding me?! You’re acting as if I have ulterior motives!’
You don’t? Me being in this state is an unfortunate circumstance and completely unintentional on my part. If you’re expecting me to... to have sex with you in a damn closet in school then you’re mistaken...!
‘Oh my God, Kusuo, I’m not telling you to give up your cherry, dammit. You know you can get off without any banging involved, right? Ever heard of dry-humping or even petting?’
I purse my lips, not even bothering to give an answer.
My pitiful lack of knowledge regarding the topic is my own fault, and being disinterested in these things was only natural as I was busy trying to pass for an average, insignificant, boring student while keeping my psychic powers a secret from my peers.
But right now I can’t ignore the fact that my pants are uncomfortably straining against my still ongoing erection, and it has started to become just a bit painful, which only adds to my sour mood.
Aiura seems to take my silence as an answer in itself but instead of laughing or mocking me she goes ahead and continues the mental conversation without missing a beat. ‘I’d offer to give you a handjob if I can turn around properly in this small space. Wanna try it?’
The thought of having someone else’s hands on such an intimate part of myself makes a violent shiver of discomfort run down my spine and I immediately shake my head in refusal.
‘... I’ll take that as a no, then. But don’t ya worry, Kusuo! I’ll think of something else for you, just leave it to me!’
~*******~
I don’t know what kind of madness comes over me but I end up just going along with it since Aiura seems somewhat experienced, enough to know what she’s doing at least.
Might as well see if this is something I might enjoy.
‘Just... listen to your instincts, Kusuo. Don’t think too much, okay?’
I give her a nod and close my eyes to calculate how much of my strength I should use. About 2% sounds safe enough to not accidentally shove her through the closet door. That is an incident I don’t feel like causing.
I start carefully rolling my hips, meeting her grinding motions halfway. The extra friction adds to the pleasure I feel building up in my lower body and I have to admit that it’s not as uncomfortable as I initially thought. Good.
Aiura makes an approving sound and slides her hands off of mine, reaching back and grabbing my hips to steady us both. I can’t help but jolt in surprise, causing the following thrust to hit a little below her skirt where her thighs meet her backside.
She inhales sharply and tightens her grip on me to get me to stop moving, which I do without complaint.
I stare down at her profile from above, Aiura, what is it? Was that too rough? Did I hurt you?
The girl distractedly rebuffs my concern, ‘No no, I’m fine, don’t worry! I just thought of an alternative option instead of outright banging since you don’t want that... take your dong out, Kusuo!’
Good grief.
Why does this girl have to be so crass?
Could you call it literally anything else? I ask in a flat voice, unimpressed by her word-choice.
‘Dong, schlong, same shit, different name. Whatever, just get your thing out!’
A little exasperated, I press my lips together and let go of her chest, my hands sliding lightly over her waist and lower back on their way to the zipper of my pants. I raise an eyebrow in surprise when Aiura’s response to that is an involuntary shudder running through her body.
So she’s being affected too? Interesting.
I pull down my pants and underwear a bit down my hips, nearly sighing in relief when the pressure eases off of my stiff dick. Then Aiura suddenly reaches back and flips up her skirt, revealing more than I ever expected to see of her bottom.
Damn my enhanced sight.
Why would you wear such mature lingerie to school, Aiura?
I can practically see the smug grin on her face when she replies, ‘You finally noticed? What a cold reaction, Kusuo, I expected more enthusiasm from the “average, boring student” you try so hard to be.’
Rolling my eyes at her words, I retort, Ah, I’m sorry for not appreciating your underwear in a more perverted manner like Toritsuka then. Perhaps he could teach me his ways for the next time you want my input.
‘... you could have just said “Oh Mikoto, your ass looks great in a lace thong!” but whatever, man, lemme just—’ Aiura trails off as she changes her position in front of me, standing with her feet aligned and tan legs pressed together, then she leans her upper body forward until she rests her cheek and bent arms flat against the closet door, ‘—ah, here we go! Go ahead, Kusuo, I’m all yours!’
I give her a once-over, wondering what I’m supposed to do besides ogling her backside, which is still uncovered by her bunched up skirt, only a few centimetres between it and my erection.
This scenario is something I have seen in other peoples’ minds, mostly male adults. This is supposed to be something bold and enticing.
A seduction fantasy some would call it.
I furrow my brow, wondering why I’m barely affected by this display when so many others are. It’s something I will be pondering later, however.
What’s the point of this, Aiura?
She glances back at me with her one visible eye. ‘The tiny space between my thighs, that’s as close you can get to fucking without actually doing the deed.’
Ah.
I graciously ignore her crude word-choice and grab her hip, hissing in discomfort from the almost overwhelming touch the second I take hold of my dick and slide it directly under the thin piece of fabric she called a “thong”, but really it’s more like a piece of string.
This is probably going to ruin your underwear. Are you sure about this?
‘Yeah, it’s fine. It’s not my only pair, ya know.’
... I’ll take your word for it, then.
~*******~
Giving in to my instincts, or rather my physical urges, is turning out to be surprisingly liberating. As long as I make sure my powers won’t get out of control, this is something I could allow myself to indulge in every now and then.
But not for the reason one might think.
The breathy sounds Aiura tries so hard to hold back, and the way her body reacts to my mouth on her neck, my hands on her still covered chest and my hips rhythmically shoving my stiff dick between her closed legs, turns out to be more enjoyable than my own pleasure.
It seems like I prefer giving rather than receiving in this case.
How ironic.
Especially when this started because of Aiura offering to help me get off. Now it’s more like I’m the one helping her.
I find that I actually don’t mind it too much.
‘Ugh fuck... can’t believe he’s finding all my sensitive spots because of the spilled coffee,’ I hear her grumble in her mind as my tongue trails from her neck to her collarbone where I latch my lips, lightly sucking the lingering taste of sweetened coffee off of her tan skin. ‘Kusuo’s way too obsessed with his damn coffee jelly he doesn’t even notice how he affects me...!’
Wrong. I’m well aware of how it affects her because I’m doing it on purpose.
Enjoying the current taste of her skin is just a bonus for now, and I take the opportunity to try something else while she’s distracted by my mouth. I slide my fingers over her breasts, easily finding the stiffened nipples underneath her shirt and bra.
Pinching them between my thumb and index finger causes Aiura to strangle a moan, her hands clenching into tight fists against the door. The dampness between her legs turns more slippery the more attention I give her nipples. I can’t even feel the thin fabric of her underwear anymore because of the increasing wetness.
But it’s still not pleasurable enough for her and I suddenly realize that I want to make Aiura reach climax, rather than myself.
I want to see her face, I want to feel every twitch and shudder from her body when she does. I want to be the one to make it happen.
What a strange desire.
Peering into her mind to see what other things she likes, I find out exactly what to do to reach my goal. I smirk internally and change my stance behind her, causing my dick to slide in a more upwards angle between her legs, towards the front of her soaked underwear.
Aiura suddenly slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the loud noise she makes is a pleasant thing to see, but more pleasant are her mental profanities.
‘—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck Kusuo, right there! Fuck...!’
Ah, so I found the right spot then.
Perfect.
Only one thing left to do now.
I lick my lips and move my head until I’m right next to Aiura’s ear.
“Mikoto.” I whisper out loud, knowing full well I’ve never used her first name until this very moment.
Her whole body tenses up for a few seconds before she falls over the edge, releasing a shout I immediately silence with my mouth, my hand grabbing her head and turning her face towards mine. Her lips taste curiously like strawberries.
A trembling hand latches on to my arm and squeezes with desperation as white bright pleasure explodes and rushes through every part of the body in front of me. From the top of her head where my hand is, to her toes currently curling inside her shoes.
I’m a bit surprised when I feel my own orgasm approaching and I groan low in my throat as my dick throbs, ejaculating harder than expected. The sensation is almost too much, too intense. I’m not sure I like it, and fortunately it doesn’t last as long as hers, which seems to go on forever.
Aiura lets go of my lips, her dazed eyes trying to focus on my face in the darkness. She rests her sweaty forehead against my temple trying to catch her breath while I pat her head soothingly.
Neither one of us comments on it.
As soon as I feel in full control of myself again, I wave a hand to clean and dry ourselves off of our combined bodily fluids, as well as the filthy evidence dripping down the closet door. Then I promptly teleport us both to my room without going outside to the shoe lockers.
We’ll just have to wear other pairs of outdoor shoes until tomorrow morning.
“Holy smokes,” Aiura croaks as she crumbles to the floor, her legs giving out underneath her. Letting out a breathless laugh, she looks up at me, “That was way more intense than I had expected!”
I toe off my shoes and put my schoolbag on my desk, silently agreeing with her. Almost automatically, I spread out my senses throughout the house but there is no sign of my mom or dad being home at the moment.
Thank God.
“I can’t believe we just did that in school...”
In the corner of my eye I see her pull out a compact mirror from somewhere, seemingly fixing the smudged chapstick on her lips, still sitting in the middle of my room.
So that’s why she tasted like strawberry, mystery solved.
“Well damn, looks like you’ve left a little something for me to remember you by!”
Frowning, I turn around to find Aiura pulling her shirt to the side, using the mirror to inspect her neck and shoulder. My eyes widen when I see dark suction marks covering her skin.
Ah.
That... is my work.
She looks up at me with a smug grin, green eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ll take it as a Seal of Approval from my darling boyfriend Saiki Kusuo-kun. Maybe I should immortalize it as a tattoo—”
Oh no, you don’t. I appear by her side in a flash and place my palm over the marks, vanishing them instantly.
Crisis averted.
“Oh man, you’re no fun Kusuo! Why did you have to do that?!” Aiura loudly complains, pouting as she gives her shoulder a devastated look, which I know is 100% fake. “I wasn’t gonna show them to anyone...”
So you weren’t going to brag to Yumehara and Mera then? And possibly Teruhashi out of pettiness?
That makes a telling blush grow on her face and she sticks out her tongue like the mature high schooler she is. I give her a deadpan look in return, which makes her grin widely instead.
Good grief. This girl has managed to make my life more complicated in just one day.
What an absolute pain.
I can’t say I mind it, though.
~*******~