them • kakegurui x female reader

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you wake, feeling outstretched arms wrapped around your shoulders and someone cold pressed against your cheek.

hm.

your eyes drift open to see a girl with platinum hair gazing affectionately down at you, and realize your face is up against her stomach, and neither of you are wearing clothes.

"goodmorning, y/n."

"morning.. your hair is wavy." you observe, rather sleepily, in response, reaching out a hand to touch the long curls that had formed into the older girl's hair.

"ah? what did you expect, my darling?"

"hm?"

"you were the one who pulled my ribbons out, weren't you? when braids are removed, hair becomes wavy."

"what?"

kirari chuckled, curling her thigh over your exposed body. "it was adorable, really. you turned into a moaning little disaster and grabbed for any part of me you could reach."

your tired brain processes that for a second, before realizing what she's talking about and why neither of you are in clothing. red quickly appears on your cheeks and you draw yourself closer to her body, hiding your blushing face.

"ah, don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. i am the one who purposely overstimulated you, after all." the president chuckled again, scooting downward to take you into her arms, your red face nestling automatically against her collarbone.

apparently, during the course of last night, she had moved you into a bedroom, because right now you and her were comfortably sprawled upon a large mattress in a semi-lit room, the lights off but some strokes of sunlight managing through the windows.

"between you and sayaka, though, i may have collected a few scars.. " she teases gently, twisting slightly in the bed to show you pink marks in her flesh, evidently from your nails digging into her skin.

"it's not comparable to what happened to you, though." her voice takes a hint of amusement and you shift your focus back to your own body, trying to figure out what she's referring too.

huh. surprisingly there are multiple things she could be talking about.

first of all, sayaka's gentle kisses on your neck had turned into hard suckling and love bites at some point, and now your neck showed evidence of such, pink and red dotting your skin.

your legs were unbelievably sore, as if you had been running a marathon instead of what had actually happened, and kirari seemed to be in the marking business aswell, traces of red over your inner thigh accompanied by blue from her lipstick.

sayaka's fingertips had carved light shades of pink around your waist as kirari had toyed with her, the secretary's handing digging into you because she dared not to touch the president, at least not at first.

"thinking of that, where is sayaka?"

"she's taking a shower right now, and probably getting herself in a tizzy over how she's going to hide all the marks i left on her." kirari explained smugly, smiling at the thought of her lips on her secretary's skin.

"do you think all of this can heal in.. a day?"

"not a chance, darling."

"can i skip school? for the next.. week?"

"of course not." your girlfriend purred, drawing you closer to her and stroking the back of your neck with her thumb.

you breathe, content here, and watch as a small bit of sunlight shines through the window and illuminates kirari's now extremely wavy hair.

"besides.. everyone should know you're mine."

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filler so i can get to yumeko

ily ★