[Requested][NSFW/SMUT WARNING][Word count; 4243][unedited][written with a female reader intended]

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    'Are you awake?'

     The simple text lights up the screen of your phone, you can tell the way the light slightly shifts even with your back to the bedside table where your phone is rested. You already know who it'll be, who else would be texting you at this time of the night? It's probably past midnight already, no doubt approaching 1am by now. If you don't check, you know it'll bother you to know there's an unread message, so you roll over in the blankets and fumble for the now dim screen of your phone to check, swiping to unlock and opening the message with sleep-weary fingers.

     Of course it's from Kokichi Ouma, a former classmate at the Academy for gifted juveniles. Your class had graduated long ago, but luckily enough, you had stayed in contact with most of your former classmates. Kokichi Ouma, however, had not remained in contact with many, in fact, you were one of the few he had seemed set on pestering past your educational days – as evidenced by the consistent late – night texts. Somehow, he managed to time it perfectly – these messages would only ever appear on the nights you remained awake and restless. Sometimes you wondered if perhaps he was psychic – he just seemed to know. But that was a question for another time.

     'didn't I tell you to stop messaging me so late at night when I'm trying to sleep?'

     You tapped out a response, correcting a few exhaustion-induced typos, before sending. Barely a minute later, your phone lit up again in the dark of your bedroom and you checked his response.

     'but you're not trying to sleep are you? 😉'

      'are you stalking me or something?'

     'wouldn't you like to know? But now that I know you're awake, you should come over'

     You thought about his response, lips pressing into a thin line. You both knew what that meant – your late night rendezvous were something that neither of you spoke about. You don't remember how or when it had happened, but a no-strings-attached, late-night romance of sorts had sparked between yourself and Kokichi not long after you both graduated. He was infuriating, in fact it was fair to say that you were both rivals – he enjoyed pushing your buttons, and you couldn't help but take the bait and snap back in annoyance each time – he certainly enjoyed this game he played, and as soon as you were both free to head out into the adult world, it had naturally evolved from verbal button pushing, to physical.

     'are you kidding me?'

      'you know you wannaaaaa. Come on, it's been at least a monthhhhh'

     'fine, I'm coming.'

     You sighed as you tapped out and sent your response. You supposed it really had been a while since you'd been with anyone, and as much as Kokichi grated on your nerves, the push and pull between the two of you was part of the fun. Not that you'd ever say as much to him, no chance in hell you'd give him that ego boost. So, begrudgingly – but with a only elated note chiming in your mind – you slid out of bed (it wasn't as if you were going to get any sleep anyway, you were unbelievably restless) and freshened yourself up in the bathroom. Both you and Kokichi knew where this was heading, presentation wasn't your top priority so a simple pair of sweatpants and a hoodie was good enough for the journey over to Kokchi's place.

     You left your apartment without even checking Kokichi's response (a flirty quip of 'you will be soon 😉'). The night air was cool and calming against you, a stark contrast against the gentle warmth of your skin, and the streetlights overhead bathed the pavement in pools of orange light. It was lucky Kokichi lived close enough that it was a relatively safe journey, even during the later hours of the night (half past one in the morning, you had noted, checking the time on your phone's display).

     Approaching the front of a large house, you knocked on the door a few times, stood on the porch, and it only took a moment for someone to answer the door. One of the members of Kokichi's organisation greeted you – you didn't recognise her, but she wore the typical DICE colours, so you weren't all too surprised. She let you in without hesitation, with an excited 'he's been waiting for you!', closing the front door behind you. Kokichi's house was large, with far too many rooms, countless bedrooms and sleeping spaces – it was practically the headquarters of his organisation, members would drop in and out whenever they felt like it – so his place was always buzzing with activity, even into the late hours of the night. Even now, you weren't entirely sure what his organisation got up to.

     You made your way through the house the same way you always did – you were coming to know the intricate layout like the back of your hand – winding down the hall, passing various doorways, clinging a modern-looking spiral stair case, taking the first left, and letting yourself into the room as the end of the upstairs hallway with the large double doors. Who the hell had double doors for their bedroom? Apparently Kokichi did.

     "You're late!" He grinned wickedly as you entered the room, barley looking up from whatever cartoon he was watching on the device that was held far too close to his face.

      "Not surprising, is it? You're the one who made me drag myself out of bed." You muttered in response as you kicked the door closed behind yourself – not bothering to lock it, the DICE members respected his privacy not to come snooping around Kokichi's room.

      "Am I gonna have to punish you for that~?" His eyes finally left the cartoon, violet hues shifting to peer at you wolfishly, though of course his gaze held a glimmer of mocking – when didn't it? – and you felt your eye slightly twitch.

      "Are you kidding me?" You huffed, though you were already kicking off your shoes beside the double doors, shrugging off the waterproof jacket you'd thrown over your hoodie, just in case the weather turned bad on your walk, discarding it over the back of one of the plush chairs in the room.

     "(Naaaame)!" He whined with a mock pout, pausing the cartoon and tossing the device to the side – it landed on the floor carelessly, and your eye twitched again – it was unbelievable how careless he was. Luckily enough, the floor was carpeted in a soft lilac carpet, so the screen remained in tact. "You're usually so receptive! Is someone a little grouchy because I disturbed their beauty sleep~?"

     Your face was set in a sharp scowl, trying to come up with some witty or scathing response, but nothing came to mind – and that was even more annoying. Somehow, he knew just how to wind you up, but that same glint of mischief in his eyes lit a fire under you without fail – and that was annoying too. Annoying because as much he grated on your nerves, he also knew just how to light your insides on fire. So when he shifted so his back was propped against the headboard of his bed and patted his lap to motion you closer, you followed direction without prompting.

     "You're so damn lucky." You muttered as your knees met the plush sheets on either side of his thighs, settling on his lap. His grin only widened, hands coming to your thighs without hesitation, gripping through the soft material of your sweatpants, fingertips digging in just enough to remind you that this was not something sweet nor romantic. That it would, in fact, be far from both of those things, as it always was.

     "Actually, I think you're the lucky one here." Kokichi shook his head at you, the curved tufts of indigo hair practically bouncing as he did so – his hair was messy and unruly, so you guessed that perhaps he'd had an equally fruitless attempt at sleep – not that this mattered to you.

     "Why's that?" You questioned – dared him to say something demeaning as you were sure he would. When your fingers sunk into those locks of hair, it was a soft and silky as always, sliding easily between your fingers as you combed your hand through the strands at the nape of his neck.

     "You get to be with the only and only supreme leader, I think you should be on your knees begging for me, really!" He spoke with the usual careless lilt of arrogance that both grated on your ears, but shot straight to your core, and your teeth clenched. You couldn't tell if it was in annoyance, or in response to the burning flush that came over your cheeks. "But I don't make you do that! You're the lucky one, since I'm so nice to you~"

     "Like hell anyone would do that." You hissed at him, eyes narrowed, though you both knew that probably was not entirely true. No matter how obnoxious he was, he was charismatic enough to catch the imagination of many people – he'd caught yours, after all, hadn't he?

     "You wanna bet~?" His voice dropped low and challenging, leaning in beside your ear as his hands shifted to your hips, giving another squeeze at the skin still cloaked by your clothes. Kokichi himself was still dressed, though not in his usual attire – a black tank top and pair of sleep shorts (you suspected he wasn't wearing anything under them, but whether he was or not, you could clearly feel his arousal poking against your thighs). "Give me ten minutes, I bet you'd be so needy I could have you crying for me~ Begging, all red-face and teary eyed~ I bet you'd like it if I did that too~"

     You hated to admit that his words had such an effect you on. It was positively infuriating, the way it made your cheeks burn and breath catch, a spark of head shooting straight between your thighs – even more so the way he could feel how your body reacted, the grip on your hips dragging you impossibly closer until you were slotted against him, chests fitted together, hips as close as you could possibly get, while these clothes were still in the way.

     "I didn't come here to play your stupid games, Kokichi." You responded quickly, but that was only half true, wasn't it? Though, you were feeling rather impatient, all of a sudden. Feeling his obvious hardness now pressed against your core with the shift reminded you exactly how long it had been since you and Kokichi got the chance to fool around like this – far too long.

      "You know you love my games, or else you wouldn't keep coming back~" He purred and with his grip on your hips, pulled you further down against him. A shaky sigh passed your lips, and your hips rolled against his slowly. He'd caught you out there, but you didn't feel like responding to him, instead deciding to focus on the gradually growing friction as you grinded against him. Though your silence did not please him. "Well~? Notgonna say anything~? How booooring~ Come on, admit it~ I wanna hear you say it~"

     His words were punctuated by a shift of his hips, pressing up against you more firmly with a coy look, finding great amusement in the way your breath audibly hitched, the grip you hand on his shoulders tightening until your nails bit uncomfortably into the exposed skin.

      "Fuck you for being so good at this." You hissed, leaning into his neck to sink your teeth down in a light bite, and a soft moan from him met your ear. No doubt he exaggerated the sound just for show, but it effected you either way, teeth sinking deeper into supple skin. Your words were vague, but you both knew as well as each other that it meant something more than just the physical. He good. So good at making sure you came back for more and more, no matter how many times you lost your temper with him.

      "That's kind of the point." You heard his snicker against your shoulder, hands still gripping your hips tightly, guiding the steady rocking of your clothed core against his hardness. "But I'm getting tired of waiting, so I guess you're extra lucky this time~"

      You could feel Kokichi's hands shifting, tugging at the bottom of your hoodie, the waistband of your sweatpants, but you refused to move away from his neck. Lips against the soft, pale expanse of his skin, you sucked down and bit all over, leaving stinging red marks in your wake – angry love bites standing out against the creamy paleness. You were none too gentle about it either, teeth scraping against his neck, making sure each one had that tingling sting when you finally leant back enough to admire the mess you'd make of his neck.

     Kokichi looked up at you with a pout, bratty whine passing through those rosy lips – though there was no way to disguise the redness of his cheeks nor the way his chest rose and fell a tad too heavily to be convincingly composed.

    "I didn't say you could mark me up like that, did I~?" Kokichi tilted his head with a low purr in his voice, though made an attempt to keep that pouty expression, though this at least was enough to see through – he seemed to rather enjoy it, and no amount of lying would be able to convince you otherwise.

     "Never had a problem with it before." You responded shortly, though allowed him to free you of the hoodie you wore without protest, raising your arms as he tugged the garment up and off. Your chest was exposed immediately, the comfortable bra matching your skin tone was tossed carelessly beside the bed – Kokichi had become quite the master at unhooking the clasp after the number of meetings the two of you had shared. There had been so many times, you forgot to feel self-conscious as his gaze directed to your chest in the low light of his room. You were used to the way his eyes eagerly took in your complete form.

     Almost as quick, one of his hands wound into the locks of hair at the base of your neck, giving a sharp tug that both craned your head back and exposed your neck, a tell-tale gasp sliding past your lips at the slight pain it brought – not an unpleasant pain, you decided.

     "(Name) is so naughty~" Kokichi taunted with his low laughter, and you merely gave a groan of frustration in response. He could feel the tail end of the groan as his lips pressed against your exposed in a kiss against the pulse-point of your throat, before his tongue poked out and he licked up your neck, delighting in the way your body reacted with a barely repressed shiver.

     "Are you done taunting me?" You muttered, hips pressing down his once again, more firmly, and whatever he was about to say trailed off in a moan which he didn't even attempt to conceal, giving a sight tug to your hair once more.

     "Fine, fine! Just since I can tell you're impatient!" Kokichi snickered and you shifted briefly off of his lap to kick off your sweatpants and panties unceremoniously, letting them join the growing pile of your clothes, socks following immediately after. When you turned back to Kokichi, he had pulled his own sleep shorts down enough to free his erection (you were correct in assuming he wore nothing underneath) and had retrieved a condom which he had rolled down his own length in preparation.

      "Seems like I'm not the only one." You quipped as you shuffled back towards him, Kokichi's hands immediately grasping for your hips to guide you back into his lap. With not clothes in the way, you hovered just over him – you could feel the slicked head brushing against your core, the sensation causing you to suck in a sharp breath.

      "Don't get all cocky now! Or I won't prep you! But maybe that's what you want, hmmmm~?"Kokichi grinned, more than likely he could tell just how impatient you were – your arousal had crept up on your faster than you ever thought possible, and now, you really didn't feel like waiting. "Well? Answer me~!"

      You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came forth, merely a choked out moan of surprise as one hand released his grip on your hip to slide down between your thighs and two fingers pushed up into your entrance without warning, retreating almost as quickly as they'd came. Your breath seemed to come in sharp gasps, barely enough air to keep yourself going through the embarrassing, soft whimpers that passed through your parted lips as those two slender fingers of Kokichi's dove back in and out of your core a few times.

     "Wow! You're still so tight, (Name)! It's almost like... You haven't done it with anyone at all since we last met! Isn't that cute~? Has (Name) been saving herself for me~?" Kokichi taunted, and your eyes screwed tightly shut in both embarrassment and pure unwillingness to look him in the eye and give him the satisfaction of realising that yes – that was exactly what had happened. Though he didn't need to see the look in your eyes to tell that.

      "Don't say embarrassing things." You scolded him weakly, peeking your eyes back open, only to be greeted with the sight of his fingers in his own mouth, cleaning them of the slick he'd collected from your core – flashing a smug grin at you, paired with a wink that would have been unbearably cheesy in any other circumstance.

     "If you say so~ Since (Name) has been waiting so patiently for me for so long, I won't make her wait any longer~" He gave a sing-song hum before the grip on your hips tightened a fraction or two, and there was a moment of realisation that came over you before it happened – Kokichi pulled your hips down suddenly, guiding you to sink down over his erection, letting it push up and into you.

    A shaky whine of both pain and satisfaction was born from you, it both burned and stretched, but it was so satisfying, finally able to feel the friction and heat and fullness Kokichi gave you. Regardless of how he shaped up compared to other guys, he was always more than enough to satisfy you – and it seemed this was mutual, an unabashed moan spilling from Kokichi as he was enveloped by your warmth – though you also suspected his exaggerated this, just a little.

      "You feel so good~ As always, that is – I almost forgot how much I enjoyed getting off with you." Kokichi's breathless snicker was more felt than heard, breath hot against your neck and shoulder as he nuzzled his face against your heated skin. Both hands shifted to your behind, happily pawing at your ass as he waited for you to settle yourself and accommodate to the sensation once more – you'd give him that, he always treated you well enough, no matter how much he wound you up – giving soft and teasing kitten licks to the base of your neck.

      You said nothing, though now that you felt settled enough, began your movements, hips raising slowly, drawing Kokichi almost completely out, before letting yourself drop back down over him. Each movement drew a soft murmur of pleasure, the sensation of him brushing and rubbing against your core was something you hadn't realised you had missed so much – but now, your pace grew and grew, chasing more and more of that feeling.

     Kokichi's grip on your hips was no doubt tight enough to bruise by now, face pressed against your chest, breath fanning over your heated skin in soft waves – unsurprisingly, Kokichi was just as loud, if not louder than you, moaning out without care in the world.

      As your hips worked and shifted, chasing the burning pleasure that cut your breath short, he murmured out praises so slurred by moans that you couldn't even work out what he was saying – not that you were really conscious enough to listen – the burning pleasure was all-consuming and it made it hard to think of anything other than your approaching climax, the feeling steadily building and building.

      Kokichi, it seemed, could barely contain himself. His own hips began to move along with yours, hips rolling to meet your movements, thrusting himself up into you with each movement, both of your breath coming in synchronised pants, through the soft sounds of pleasure that swallowed up the silence. It was impossible to tell how much longer it was, but you knew it wasn't long – you were touch starved enough that the pleasure overtook you before you even realised, climax hitting you all at once with a loud cry that burst forth so suddenly you couldn't even think about disguising the sound.

     Kokichi admired the way your expression shifted into one of shock, the way your eyes rolled back a moment later, and the tightening of your walls around him with a breathless laugh that dissolved into another moan. His grip kept you moving as the intense waves of your climax washed over you, trembling and overstimulated, gradually coming down from your high. It didn't take long for Kokichi to follow after you, his own climax hitting, his load shooting into the condom with an embarrassingly loud moan – though he merely met your bashful gaze with a smug grin as he emptied himself.

     A moment later, you lifted yourself enough for him to slip out of you, and flopped onto your side on top of the sheets, panting softly at the exertion. You let your eyes close, waiting for your breath to come back to you, and the shuffling sounds of Kokichi resituating himself and discarding the used condom was the only sound other than your own laboured breathing.

     "Fuck..." You mumbled soft as you pulled yourself back into an upright, sitting position – you were fairly comfortable, collapsed on the soft sheets of Kokichi's bed, so it had taken more effort than you would've liked to draw yourself up.

     "Where are you going?" He questioned, voice almost innocent, as you stood to retrieve your lost clothes. Peering over your shoulder, Kokichi had shifted himself under the sheets already, peering out at you with deceptively wide, naïve eyes – though you knew he was merely putting this look on.

     "I'm getting dressed, going home, cleaning myself up the going to sleep." You huffed out – surely that should've been obvious, why was he asking you such things? You didn't bother to hide the roll of your eyes – peering at the clock to you it was now past 2am.

     "Oh, come on! You're seriously going to let me sleep all alone~?"

     When you peered back to Kokichi in mild surprise, he was pouting at you, though it was clear from the glimmer in his eyes that he was putting that on too. His question had slightly taken you aback – normally he would have no qualms about your swift exists after each rendezvous – after all, there were no feeling attached, right?

     "You've never had a problem before." You responded cautiously, eyes slightly narrowing at him as you cautiously dressed yourself – or, pulled on your sweatpants. "If you're trying to talk me into a second round, you're out of luck, Kokichi."

     "Second round? Nu-uh! My stamina is good, but not that good!" He responded with a slight grin – you merely rolled your eyes once more. Though, he tossed the covers back, leaving the space beside him empty – you knew what he was signalling for, but this was a totally new development – what was he playing at?

     "Since when did you start wanting me to stick around?" You questioned, evidently suspicious, even he could tell that – but you couldn't deny how warm and comfortable his bed looked – even more invited since he himself was in it. A yawn passed your lips before you even realised what was happening – your tiredness really was catching up to you, finally.

     "I just don't feel like sleeping alone, (name)! You're not gonna make mr, right? You aren't really going to walk all the way home at this time of the night, in the cold and dark, right? Right?" His childish teasing was getting on your nerves again already, but you couldn't deny the magnetic pull of the bed. A moment later, you heaved a sigh of defeat, and Kokichi's indigo eyes glimmered in victory.

     "Fine, whatever. But you're making me breakfast in the morning." You slumped into the bed, still half-dressed, but your eyelids were feeling exceptionally heavy and you were already feeling the pull of sleep – neither you nor Kokichi paid any mind to that as he pulled the covers back over you both. Laying with your back to him, you heard the bed-side lamp click and the room fell into a soothing darkness – tired and satisfied, your eyes slid closed.

    "No promises, nishishi~" You heard Kokichi respond, but the pull of sleep was too strong for you to fight against, slowly slipping into slumber. But you could've sworn you felt the warmth of his body curling up to yours from behind.

     But there were no feelings attached, right? Right. Just a dream.

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[notes; requests are closed, and will remain closed until said otherwise! I'd just like to note that I have in fact cleared the vast majority of the requests that were lined up, simply for my own peace of mind - I have saved the ones I wish to write, and I hope you understand that having as many requests as i did put on far too much pressure - requests will re-open once I feel ready and/or have finished up the requests I've saved - thank you all for your continued support <3]