Daily Routine (1/2) | Danganronpa v3 Female Cast
Level of Dom and Kinks
Kaede: 2(?)/10 (Soft[?] dom) Riding, Thighjob in the Library
Kirumi: 5/10 (A switch) Handjob in the Kitchen
Tenko: 9/10 (Rough dom) Threesome, Pegging
Angie: 7/10 (Mid dom) Blowjob in a bedroom
Miu: 6/10 (A switch but prefer to be dom) Experiment with various item.
Tsumugi: 2/10 (Soft dom) A quickie in a woman's toilet
Himiko: 5/10 (A switch) Threesome, Twisting nipple, Sucking her tunnel
Maki: 10/10 (Born to be a dominant woman) Edging, Handjob, Pegging, At the garden
Kinks that will be shown: Kissing, Semi-public, Teasing, Forced, Sucking fingers, Praises, Toys, Sucking tits, Overstimulating.
NON DESPAIR AU (Okay, let me explain my version of this typa au. It's a program where 17 Ultimate students can attend each year. By attending, they're met with Monokuma, who is the principal of Hope's Peak Academy. This school offered little to no education instead, there's a random event that only occur every every week at a random day. Of course, each event is recorded but released on tv the next day due to editing and schedule. It's like Japan's version of Running Man.)
All of them are sharing Y/N (Tenko joined in for Himiko.) but it's a secret between them and Monokuma.
Y/N IS THE ULTIMATE AUTHOR
A pair of eyes fluttered open, a groan escaping his lips. A strange sensation from his crotch stirred him awake. He glanced at the alarm clock, its glowing digits reading 4:05 AM. "Four in the morning..." he murmured groggily, his voice barely above a whisper.
The sensation persisted, drawing his attention to a silhouette beneath the blanket. With a guttural sigh, he hesitated, then lifted the edge of the cover. His eyes widened slightly at the sight-Angie, her head bobbing rhythmically. She was indulging in a ritual far removed from anything Atua would condone.
Noticing his now fully awake state, she glanced up, her flushed cheeks barely visible around her occupied mouth. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips, her eyes gleaming with playful intent.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, voice hoarse, eyes half-lidded from lingering sleep.
Her response was a muffled, cheeky "Nya-ha-ha-ha," her laughter vibrantly familiar even in this context. "Yes," she mumbled, hinting she'd been at it for a while.
She took him deeper, eliciting a soft, involuntary moan from his throat. It wasn't the wake-up call he'd expected, but it was undeniably effective. He slumped back onto the bed, one hand covering his face as heat crept into his cheeks. Quiet, breathy moans escaped him as his body responded to her ministrations.
His dry lips hinted that he'd been moaning even in his sleep, likely from her persistent efforts. A sudden buck of his hips betrayed his growing desperation for the pleasure she was expertly providing.
Despite his movement, Angie didn't falter. She took him deeper, welcoming the challenge. The quiet room filled with wet, rhythmic sounds and his low, shaky breaths. "A-Angie..." he muttered, his voice trembling as he neared his peak.
Sensing his urgency, she picked up the pace, her tongue working expertly while her head moved with increasing fervor. His hands clenched the bedsheets, weakly tugging them as his body tensed. Then, with a sharp gasp, he spilled into her mouth, his release overwhelming. She stayed in place, dutifully taking every drop, though it quickly became too much, some of it escaping past her lips.
Finally, after a few moments, she released him with a soft pop, her lips curling into a proud smile. "Thank the Atua for blessing this sacred offering!" she declared, her voice brimming with unrestrained energy, even at this early hour.
"Quiet, Angie," he groaned, his tone exasperated yet fond. "People are still asleep."
"Fear not, Y/N! Monokuma installed soundproofing everywhere, including our room!" she exclaimed cheerily, her usual enthusiasm undiminished.
Her eyes darted to the clock. Realizing they still had time before dawn broke, her demeanor shifted. Leaning closer, she whispered with uncharacteristic softness, "We still have time, Y/N. Let's make the most of it."
His cheeks flushed deeply as she straddled him, the heat between them reigniting. Her teasing, affectionate gaze made his heart race. She pressed her lips to his, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Each kiss, every lingering touch, drew muffled whimpers and groans from him.
But just as the moment reached its crescendo, Angie pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Just kidding!" she chirped, her playful grin returning. "I just wanted to start your day with a little excitement. Atua wouldn't want me to be greedy, after all!"
His face fell in disappointment, a soft groan escaping him. Angie hopped off the bed, stretching lazily as she made her way to the door. Pausing with her hand on the handle, she glanced back, winking. "We'll continue this next dawn, okay?"
And with that, she was gone, leaving him flustered, aroused, and bewildered. He stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his racing thoughts. One lingering question pressed on his mind. 'How did she even get in here? The door was locked...'
Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought and reached for his phone, scrolling to distract himself as he prepared to face the day ahead.
For nearly three hours, Y/N remained sprawled on his bed, his body recovering from the earlier encounter. His mind drifted aimlessly, hovering between drowsy musings and fleeting daydreams.
Suddenly, the ceiling above him lit up, revealing a mounted TV screen. The image of five familiar bears appeared, sitting in a row.
"Rise and shine, ursine!" they chorused, their voices gratingly cheerful for the early hour. "Our event has been postponed to tomorrow! Please prepare yourselves accordingly!"
With that, the screen flickered off, disappearing back into the ceiling.
Y/N groaned, his sluggish body refusing to cooperate as he lazily rolled from the bed onto the floor with a dull thud. Propping himself up on his elbows, he thought to himself, 'I should get ready for the day...'
Dragging himself upright, he shuffled toward the bathroom. The moment he stepped inside, the tub automatically began to fill with steaming water, the air quickly misting with warmth. This was part of his daily ritual-a bath in perfectly heated water, courtesy of Monokuma's overly generous setup.
Leaning against the doorframe, Y/N pondered the peculiar favoritism. 'Why does Monokuma treat me differently?' he mused, a faint smirk creeping onto his face. 'I could probably exploit this..'
But the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. He shook his head, banishing the dark idea. 'That's not who I am', he reminded himself.
Sighing, he sank into the tub, the hot water enveloping him in a comforting embrace. He rested his head against the tub's edge, letting the soothing heat melt away his lingering fatigue. His eyes drifted to the ceiling as he contemplated his plans for the day.
Lazing around wasn't an option anymore; he needed to stay productive. 'Maybe I'll head to the library after breakfast,' he thought. Inspiration had been running dry lately, and as the Ultimate Author, he couldn't afford writer's block for too long.
It took him 25 minutes to get ready-five minutes longer than usual. Those extra moments were spent searching for his precious notebook. After all, what kind of author ventures out without a place to jot down their thoughts? The small leather-bound journal was a lifeline for keeping track of his novel's current arc.
Finally locating it tucked beneath a pile of papers, he slipped it into his pocket and made his way out of the dorm. As he opened the door, he was greeted by an unexpected sight: Rantaro, hand mid-air, seemingly about to knock. Instead, his palm landed squarely on Y/N's chest.
Y/N froze, his eyes darting from the hand to Rantaro's face. "I don't.. swing that way, man," he stammered, his voice laced with nervous energy.
Rantaro blinked in surprise before chuckling, withdrawing his hand smoothly. "Relax, Y/N," he said, his tone as calm and composed as ever. "It's just a misunderstanding. I was about to knock, but you opened the door right as my hand got close. That's all."
The explanation, delivered with Rantaro's usual gentle smile, helped Y/N relax. He exhaled a relieved sigh, though a faint blush lingered on his cheeks. "Oh, right. My bad. What brings you here?"
Rantaro leaned casually against the doorframe. "Breakfast is almost ready. You're the only one who hasn't shown up yet," he said, his voice as easygoing as ever. "Unless you're planning to skip like Kokichi and Maki? I can let Kirumi know if you are."
Y/N shook his head quickly. "Not skipping. I'll be there in a bit," he reassured.
Rantaro nodded, his expression unreadable but relaxed. "Alright, see you in the dining hall." He turned and walked away, his footsteps fading down the corridor.
As soon as he was gone, Y/N sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fantastic. First, I wake up to Angie giving me the most unhinged morning ritual, and now I get my chest touched by another unhinged individual. What a way to start the day," he muttered under his breath.
Shaking off the lingering embarrassment, he straightened his posture and made his way to the kitchen, determined to face whatever madness the day had in store.
The walk to the dining hall was brief and uneventful, save for Kokichi strolling alongside him with a mischievous grin. Judging by Kokichi's expression, it was clear he was scheming, likely targeting Kaito or Gonta for his next prank.
Upon entering the hall, Y/N was greeted by the familiar sight of his friends already seated, chatting animatedly over breakfast. Kirumi, who had just finished setting down his plate, noticed his arrival. "Ah, you're here. I've prepared your breakfast," she said with a soft smile, gesturing toward the seat next to hers.
It was unusual for Kirumi to join them for breakfast, let alone sit beside him, but he didn't mind. He took his place and glanced at the meal she'd prepared; it looked as exquisite as ever, the presentation flawless.
"Thank you for the meal, Kirumi," he said warmly, taking his first bite and savoring the flavors. As expected, it was as delicious as it looked-each bite a perfect blend of taste and texture.
As he ate, he noticed Kirumi's own plate, which consisted of simple bacon and eggs. His curiosity got the best of him. "Is that all you're going to eat, Kirumi?" he asked, glancing at her meal.
She paused, turning to him with a perfectly straight face. "It's not my main meal, Y/N. It's you."
Y/N nearly choked on his food, a small commotion stirring around him as he grabbed his glass of water, taking a few gulps to steady himself. "Sorry-guess I just took too big of a bite," he lied quickly, hoping the others wouldn't catch on. Thankfully, they seemed satisfied with his excuse, returning to their conversations.
A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he leaned toward Kirumi, murmuring, "Kirumi... not right here..."
She simply looked at him, unfazed, before leaning closer and whispering in a professional tone, "Which is why I arranged for Himiko, Kaede, and Angie to sit nearby to give us some privacy. We're safe."
Y/N glanced around, noticing Himiko, who was red-faced, chatting with Angie, and Kaede on the other side, looking just as flustered. Before he could process further, he felt a light pressure on his thigh, Kirumi's hand resting there under the table.
Swallowing nervously, he murmured, "If we're caught, I'm blaming you."
Kirumi's calm demeanor didn't falter as she subtly squeezed his leg, a small smile gracing her lips. "Understood," she replied, her voice carrying the same calm professionalism.
Kirumi's hand moved with meticulous precision, her delicate yet firm strokes sending shivers up Y/N's spine. She unzipped his pants in one fluid, practiced motion, and before he could fully process what was happening, his sensitive length was exposed to her touch. Y/N bit down on a piece of his food, doing his best to stifle the whimpers that threatened to escape.
Her pace was slow at first, deliberate and professional, as if she were attending to any other mundane task. Y/N tried to focus on his food, each bite carefully timed to mask his quiet gasps.
"You're doing great, Y/N," Kirumi whispered with a soft smile, her voice as elegant as ever. Meanwhile, her other hand gracefully brought a forkful of eggs to her mouth, as though nothing unusual was occurring.
Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, Y/N could feel the intensity building. His hands trembled slightly as he held his utensils, and the glances from Kaede and Himiko didn't go unnoticed. They seemed unable to look away, their flushed faces betraying their awareness of what was unfolding beneath the table.
Just as he was beginning to adapt to the steady rhythm, Kirumi increased her pace, her strokes becoming faster and more deliberate. Y/N's eyes widened, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. He shot her a pleading glance, his voice a desperate whisper. "..Slower, please.."
Kirumi's serene expression didn't falter. "I'm afraid I cannot comply, Y/N," she replied, her tone calm yet teasing as her hand maintained its relentless rhythm. Y/N continued eating in a vain attempt to appear normal, but the effort became increasingly difficult. His breathing hitched when a voice interrupted his spiral of sensations.
"Y/N, I've been wondering," Korekiyo said, his curious gaze fixed on him. "What's the theme of your chapter today?"
Y/N stiffened, his mind scrambling to form a coherent response. Despite the chaos beneath the table, he managed to stammer, "U-Uh.. it's an aftermath chapter.. after the protagonist rejects his childhood fri-hng.."
A barely contained moan slipped through, drawing a concerned look from Korekiyo. "Are you alright?"
Y/N waved a hand quickly, forcing a sheepish smile. "Y-Yeah, Kirumi accidentally hit my thigh.. which is, uh, sensitive."
Kirumi, ever the picture of poise, tilted her head slightly. "My deepest apologies, Y/N. Shall I attend to your thigh further?" Her tone was composed, perfectly playing along.
Y/N shook his head vehemently, muttering, "No, it's fine. I'm good."
Satisfied, Korekiyo nodded, seemingly convinced by the explanation. "Very well," he said, returning to his meal and conversation with the others.
Y/N exhaled a quiet sigh of relief, though the torment under the table continued. Kirumi resumed eating her meal gracefully, her hand never missing a beat. It was an intricate balance of professionalism and teasing mastery, leaving Y/N teetering on the edge of composure.
Y/N finally set down his fork, his meal finished. He cast a nervous glance at Kirumi, his face still flushed. "Kirumi.. I'm done. If I just sit here like this, people are going to notice," he murmured softly, his voice laced with urgency.
Kirumi met his gaze with her ever-calm demeanor, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Then let's not waste time."
Without warning, her hand began to pump him at a rapid pace beneath the table. Y/N's eyes widened in shock, a quiet gasp escaping before he could rein it in. His body tensed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to maintain composure. "W-What are you.." he started, only for his voice to falter as his breath hitched.
"Rushing you to release," Kirumi replied smoothly, her tone devoid of any strain, as if she were discussing the weather. Her hand continued its relentless rhythm. "And judging by your reaction, it's working."
Y/N's sensitive length began to twitch violently in her grasp, signaling his impending release. He gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the edge of the table. His quiet, stifled moan marked the moment he finally let go, spilling onto her hand in a hot, sticky release. His entire body shuddered as he tried to catch his breath.
"You did well," Kirumi said softly, her praise as elegant as ever. She leaned in, placing a brief, featherlight peck on his cheek before discreetly withdrawing her hand. The motion was so subtle that it went unnoticed by everyone-except, of course, for Kaede and Himiko, who shared a knowing glance, their faces still flushed.
Y/N exhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling as he composed himself, though the post-release sensitivity lingered in his eyes. He adjusted his posture, forcing himself to sit up straight as Kirumi gracefully rose from her seat.
With her usual poise, she collected both their plates. "I'll handle the cleanup," she said, walking toward the kitchen to fulfill her duties as the Ultimate Maid.
Meanwhile, Y/N zipped up his pants, his hands trembling slightly. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he stood, taking a moment to steady himself. He knew he had to leave quickly, but the sweat dripping down his face betrayed his nerves.
Walking toward the dining hall exit, he could feel the weight of unspoken gazes from Kaede and Himiko burning into his back. Despite his attempts to appear calm, the lingering sensation of Kirumi's touch left him rattled, every step a battle against the residual tension coursing through him.
Fortunately, the library was conveniently nearby, and it didn't take long for Y/N to arrive at its tranquil sanctuary. As anticipated, he was alone; the student body didn't have a reputation for being avid bookworms, and the atmosphere of hushed concentration wasn't exactly their cup of tea.
Despite the chilly environment, beads of sweat dotted his forehead, remnants of his earlier encounter with Kirumi. He swiftly made his way to his usual spot, determined to immerse himself in his work. Selecting a random book that matched his novel's genre, he began his search for inspiration.
Opting for a blind read, he didn't know the plot of the novel he had chosen. However, since it fell within the same genre as his own writing, he thought it might offer some fresh perspectives and subtle inspirations. Starting a novel he hadn't read before could provide a welcome breath of fresh air, especially if the plot proved intriguing.
Once seated, he placed his small notebook and pen neatly on the table beside him. Yet, the lingering sensation of Kirumi's touch still tingled against his skin, making it difficult to sit comfortably. Nevertheless, he resigned himself to the discomfort and focused on his task.
He finally set the novel on the table, reading the title aloud, "Icebreaker. Hmm.. perhaps this is just another typical high school romance. I'll read it anyway, just in case there are some minor details I could incorporate." With that, he opened the book.
He found some irony in the saying: Don't judge a book by its cover. For actual books, though? The cover was often the first and most decisive impression. It's why authors worked so hard to make their books visually appealing-to spark curiosity and convey the essence of their story in a single glance.
With that thought, he delved into the novel, hoping it might surprise him in ways he hadn't anticipated.
Boy, oh boy, the novel certainly surprised him-but not in a good way. It was such a hard read, and not because of its complexity. Where could he even start? Every chapter had at least one detailed smut scene, described so vividly it was almost comical. "Why is this even necessary?" he muttered, feeling secondhand embarrassment for the author.
He hadn't written a single note. How could he, with the content being this distracting and off-putting? After slogging through nearly 150 pages, he gave up. It was unbearable.
"This is why I rarely write smut.." he mumbled, snapping the book shut with an audible thud. He stood up with the offending novel in hand and marched it over to the library's unofficial 'Don't Read' section-a cluster of dusty shelves where unwanted books, like this one, went to die. To his dismay, there were multiple copies of Icebreaker already sitting there.
The book's heavy-handed content reminded him briefly of his encounters with Kirumi and Angie earlier, but he quickly shoved the thought away. Instead, he reached for another book at random from a different shelf, determined to find something worthwhile this time.
A faint grin crossed his face as an idea brewed in the back of his mind: if this next novel turned out to be another smut-fest, maybe he should write his own and do it better. Something tasteful. Something he could call 'Taking the Lead.' Now that had potential.
Returning to his seat, he placed the new novel on the table and studied the title. "(insert a complex romance novel.)" He tilted his head and muttered, "Alright, don't disappoint me," before flipping it open and diving in.
Kaede entered the library, balancing two drinks in her hands-one meant for Y/N. She had been looking for him ever since the... library incident, but hadn't been able to track him down. However, as soon as she stepped into the quiet room, the soft sound of snoring caught her attention from a nearby corner.
Since almost no one used the library as a place to nap, she immediately knew it had to be him. Making her way toward his usual spot, she wasn't surprised to find Y/N slumped over, peacefully napping on top of an open novel. The sight made her heart skip a beat.
There he was, with his steady, soft breathing, an utterly serene expression on his face, and one hand still gripping his pen, paused mid-sentence in his notes. Everything about the scene-from his disheveled hair to the gentle rise and fall of his chest-was both adorable and oddly captivating.
Curious, she leaned over slightly to glance at the page of the novel beneath him. Her eyes widened as she read aloud in a soft whisper, "Johnny and Susan proceed to book a love hotel room and the rest, is history." Her face instantly flushed. Why is Y/N reading this kind of scene.. and this part specifically!?
Her attention shifted to his notes scattered beside the book. They were filled with detailed observations about how to improve his own writing-reflections on complex emotions, story pacing, and romantic subtleties. One line, in particular, made her cheeks burn even hotter: "Emotional or heated kisses must be detailed but not overly descriptive to avoid being distasteful."
Kaede took a deep breath, shaking off the growing warmth in her cheeks. With a tender smile, she leaned down and gently tapped his shoulder.
"Y/N, wake up," she cooed softly, her voice sweet and melodic. "I brought you something." She continued tapping his shoulder until his peaceful expression began to stir, his eyes fluttering open slowly.
"Hm..?" Y/N hummed groggily, his voice muffled by a yawn. His vision was blurry, but he could easily make out the familiar silhouette standing before him. It was Kaede, one of the few people who'd agreed to Kirumi's unique notion of 'privacy.' A faint blush colored his cheeks as he gradually woke up, his head still heavy with sleep.
His eyes caught the drink she had placed on the table in front of him. "Oh, you're finally awake!" Kaede's voice was light, her tone warm with excitement as she settled into the seat beside him.
Despite her calm expression, Y/N could read the subtle nervousness in her posture-her shoulders slightly tense, her hands fidgeting in her lap. 'What's she doing here?' he thought briefly, but he quickly nodded, giving her a small, sleep-ridden smile. "Mhm, yeah, I'm fully awake. Is that for me, I assume?" He gestured to the drink with a questioning look.
Kaede smiled and nodded, placing the cold can of coffee in his hands. "I bought it for you. Since you're an author, I thought it might be draining... and I know you like cold coffee," she explained softly, her eyes meeting his.
The warmth of her smile hit him like a wave. She was everything he could ever ask for-sweet, considerate, and, in that moment, she felt like the epitome of the perfect girlfriend. Y/N's face flushed, and he quickly looked away, trying to shake off the sudden warmth bubbling in his chest. "Thank you.." he mumbled, grateful, as he cracked open the drink and took a sip.
There was a slight hesitation before Kaede spoke again. Her voice was quieter this time, almost hesitant. "..I also bought it for your energy since, you know.. with you and Kirumi.." she trailed off, her fingers nervously twisting around each other as she glanced down.
The words hung in the air, both of them now flushed and unsure of how to proceed. Y/N shifted awkwardly in his seat, his thoughts tangled. "U-Uh... sorry if that made you uncomfortable.." he murmured, feeling the weight of the awkward silence settle between them.
Kaede quickly shook her head, her face flushed with embarrassment. "N-No! It's fine! I-I just.. I wasn't expecting that. Kirumi can be a bit bold sometimes, huh? I was surprised by her request at first, but.. I agreed because of how much I owe her," she stammered, her voice soft but genuine.
Another uncomfortable silence followed, stretching on longer than either of them expected. Then, unexpectedly, Kaede shifted in her seat. Y/N felt a subtle weight settle onto his lap. He froze, his breath catching in his throat as Kaede's face softened into a pout. "I'm envious of Kirumi because of that," she murmured, her voice low, almost teasing. "You need to repay me the same way you repaid her," she said, her hand resting lightly on his chest, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt.
Y/N's heart raced, the unexpected intimacy leaving him speechless. His mind spun as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
"H-Here...?" he stammered, his voice trembling with hesitation. Kaede gave a soft, affirming nod, her eyes glinting with quiet confidence. His breath caught in his throat as her hand hovered near his zipper. The way her fingers moved-it was unnervingly familiar. The same gentleness, the same unhurried grace. It reminded him so much of Kirumi, down to the smallest details.
Towering over him, Kaede offered a gentle smile, a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them. With deliberate precision, she tugged down his zipper, her touch light yet electrifying. As she finished, his sensitive length stood at attention, as if defying the exhaustion of the past hour.
Her gaze flicked up to meet his, her smile turning teasing. "It's not like anyone's going to wander into this library," she murmured, her tone laced with mischief. Without warning, she slid her thigh between his, sandwiching his sensitive length in a way that made him yelp softly. The pressure, the warmth-it was overwhelming.
Kaede leaned back against the table, giving herself room to move with ease. Her movements were slow at first, her thigh gliding against him in a measured rhythm. Her flexibility was startling; she made it look effortless as she dragged her thigh up and down, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through his body.
His breathing grew heavy, the softness of her skin against his driving him to the edge. The slick sheen of sweat from the friction only heightened the sensation, turning every motion into an intoxicating blur of heat and euphoria. His soft gasps filled the air, a melody that seemed to spur Kaede on. She quickened her pace, but her touch never lost its gentleness, her control unwavering.
Then, in a sudden move, she leaned forward, pressing her body against his. The unexpected intimacy caught him off guard, and his hands instinctively wrapped around her, clinging to her like she was the only anchor in a storm.
Her thigh shifted deliberately, guiding his length against her warmth but stopping just short of her core. The teasing was maddening. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine. "I want to feel it throb against me a little longer." Her lips brushed his ear as she spoke, and the heat in her tone was palpable.
She resumed her movements, her thigh stroking against him with practiced precision. "You're so handsome," she purred, her voice dripping with admiration, "but so pretty at the same time." Her words sent his mind reeling, the praise intertwining with the pleasure, leaving him utterly undone under her touch.
As her thigh continued its deliberate movements, Kaede cupped his cheek, her touch warm and tender. Leaning closer, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that started slow and passionate. It deepened quickly, the heat intensifying with every second. Kaede easily dominated him in this exchange, as she always did, her confidence evident in the way she led the kiss.
Her tongue slipped past his lips, teasing and exploring, turning their kiss into a full-blown make-out session. Y/N could barely keep up, overwhelmed by her assertiveness. One hand slid down to his chest, kneading and exploring, while her thigh continued its rhythmic pressure against his sensitive length.
Breaking the kiss only briefly, Kaede trailed her lips down to his neck, a spot she knew was his weakness. The soft gasp that escaped his lips confirmed it, a sound that sent a wave of arousal coursing through her. Her grip on his chest tightened, her fingers pressing into the soft, pliant flesh that felt almost like a woman's. 'A win-win', she thought, smirking against his skin.
But when she felt his length throbbing against her thigh, she paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She stopped her movements and shifted to hover just above his sensitive tip, the anticipation thick in the air. "I know you've been waiting for this," she murmured, her tone teasing as she lowered herself slowly, just enough for his tip to press against her warmth.
Kaede moved her hips teasingly, allowing only the head of his length to feel her. The playful glint in her eyes turned into a soft giggle as she watched his desperate, needy expression. Before he could voice his frustration, she gave in, lowering herself completely and taking him fully.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming for them both. Kaede let out a long, soft moan, her body trembling as his length hit her sweet spot. Her expression was ecstatic, her pleasure written plainly across her face. She looked vulnerable yet so utterly needy, her usual control slipping away in the heat of the moment.
Y/N, despite his own haze of pleasure, noticed her state and felt a pang of concern. "Are you okay, Kaede?" he asked softly, his voice laced with genuine worry.
Kaede nodded, her breath hitching as she tried to adjust. "Y-Yeah.. I just need a moment.. to get used to this.. size," she murmured, her cheeks flushed as she shifted to a more comfortable position. Her arms holding his shoulder tightly. His hands instinctively moved to her back, holding her close, as if anchoring them both in the moment.
After a moment, Kaede shifted, finding a position that allowed her to regain control. Once she was comfortable, her hips began to move in a steady rhythm, rising and falling with a deliberate pace. Her breaths grew heavier, punctuated by the occasional soft moan, while Y/N was reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess beneath her.
Kaede smirked at his helplessness, sliding two fingers into his mouth to muffle his whimpers. "Shh.. This is the library," she whispered breathlessly, her voice thick with arousal. "We need to stay as quiet as possible."
Y/N's eyes widened at the unexpected gesture, but instinct took over, and he greedily sucked on her fingers. The way his tongue moved against them caught Kaede off guard, but the sight only served to fuel her desires. His eagerness was intoxicating, and her movements quickened as the heat between them grew more intense.
Watching him so pliant, his head bobbing slightly as he suckled on her fingers, sent a rush of arousal through her. She could feel her control slipping as her pace increased, the intensity building with every movement. Kaede's dominance took on a new edge, one that neither of them had expected.
Y/N gagged lightly against her fingers, letting out a muffled whimper as she rode him faster. His hands gripped tightly—one holding onto hers, the other clawing at her back, desperate to ground himself amidst the overwhelming sensations. Despite the rapid pace, the sound of their skins meeting remained subdued, a testament to Kaede’s controlled dominance. She is dominant but never careless.
His sensitive length hit her sweet spot with every thrust, and her restraint was admirable. While her breaths grew ragged, her moans never escaped into the quiet library. Y/N, on the other hand, was struggling to keep his sounds muffled, his suppressed cries vibrating against her fingers.
Kaede leaned in close, her voice trembling with urgency. "Oh.. I’m so close. Come with me, Y/N," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. With that, she increased her pace, driving them both to the edge. His sensitive length twitched desperately, awaiting her command to release.
Moments later, his release surged within her as she came undone, her body trembling against his. But instead of slowing down, Kaede continued, her pace relentless. She was greedy, her need insatiable, leaving Y/N breathless and barely holding on.
Just as the tension seemed to build again, the door to the library creaked open. Both froze, turning toward the source of the sound. Standing there was Kokichi, his trademark mischievous grin instantly fading into a look of pure shock. His wide eyes darted between them, processing the scene in a matter of seconds.
Without a word, Kokichi backed out of the room, closing the door behind him with a shaky hand. "Nope. Nope. Nope," he muttered to himself as he hurried away, clearly traumatized by what he’d just witnessed.
Meanwhile, Kaede let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. "Well.. that’s one way to kill the mood," she said, glancing down at Y/N, who was still catching his breath.
He managed a weak chuckle, his cheeks flushed. "D-Do you think he’ll tell anyone?"
Kaede smirked, leaning down to plant a teasing kiss on his lips. "Trust me, he won't. Besides, I'll have our girl deal with him if he does so."
With that, she finally slid off, her warmth and depth still tingling from the shared intensity moments ago. A faint trail of their mixed release lingered, evidence of their passion. Adjusting herself, she reached for her panties, slipping them on with a natural ease.
"Do you have any plans for the day? Maybe we could go out later if you have time," she asked, her voice light but laced with a hint of hope.
As she spoke, she leaned forward and zipped up his pants with a practiced familiarity, her gesture both kind and teasing. She straightened up, awaiting his answer.
"Why are you so casual with your words?" he muttered, his voice tinged with embarrassment as he avoided her playful gaze. He took a moment to think before responding, "Maybe the day after tomorrow. I’ve got a lot to catch up on with my novel, and tomorrow, well, Monokuma's event."
Kaede’s face briefly betrayed her disappointment, but she quickly masked it with understanding. She gave him a small nod, her eyes softening. "Alright. But don’t leave me hanging on Friday, or I’ll deal with you myself in your dorm," she teased with a mischievous wink before turning to leave. Her footsteps echoed faintly as she walked away, a playful wave her parting gesture.
Y/N leaned back in his chair, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared from view. His thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of his phone in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a flurry of notifications.
She was spamming his inbox relentlessly, her messages flooding the screen. He sighed, a small smirk tugging at his lips. 'Better reply before she completely blows up my DMs.'
Y/N: Is there something you need
from me?
Himiko: Go to the pianist room
Himiko: Yk where Kaede plays
piano and stuff
Himiko: Ubnless you want me to
curse youuu
Y/N: Give me time, got
to pack a few things.
left of read
Y/N stared at the message for a moment, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. Himiko’s urgency never seemed to lessen, and he could practically hear her mischievous tone through the text.
With a deep breath, he stood up, quickly gathering his things. The pianist room.. He knew exactly where it was. Kaede’s favorite spot to unwind. But what did Himiko want with him there?
He shrugged and began walking, his mind racing with possibilities.
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I can't finish this with all the girls so, I have to add another part!
