𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 • amane yugi [♡]

𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐘♡

Warning: Heated Content

As Akane, Kou and Teru were talking about Karuto in the janitor's room, Y/n and Amane are cleaning the old bathroom from the third floor. Amane was wiping up the mirrors and Y/n mopping up the place. 'Aoi-san seems weird lately,' Y/n thought, dipping the mop inside the bucket of water. 'She's usually cheerful but then she's suddenly quiet...'

Amane squeezed the water out of the cloth he was using and hung it by the window for it to dry. Y/n wiped the sweat rolling down on her forehead and smiled at Amane. "Are you done?" she asked.

"I'm just waiting for the cloth to dry, nothing else." The choppy haired boy answered, walking over to Y/n to pinch her cheek lightly. Amane was thankful that Karuto is not trying to cockblock them, maybe he finally learned his lesson about not stealing people that belonged to him. "Let's talk."

Y/n puts the mop against the wall, wiping her hands using a towel. "Where?" she asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Amane smiled slightly as he gently pushed the door of the third stall bathroom.

"In here." Amane simply shrugged in reply.

'Now that's suspicious...' Y/n stepped inside the last stall of the bathroom, not knowing what's going to happen. Amane definitely has other plans, so he subtly closes the door. The bathroom stall is big, thankfully the two of them fit in there. "Wait, why inside here?"

Amane yanked her wrists and pinned them on the sides of her head. Y/n was beyond confused yet her whole face went red at their closure. Amane leaned to her side and whispered huskily. "Why not?~" he smirked, clasping her earlobe with his lips as he softly nibbled it.

"B-But w-we're in school~" Y/n whimpered, feeling his warm hand slither from the back of her dress. Amane slowly unzips her uniform, just low enough to see a bit of her bra and the skin she was showing. His hand ravishing her body like trailing burning embers and this is something she couldn't refuse.

"I know sweetheart, but I need to get off some steam, if you don't mind..." Amane breathlessly said, dipping his head down to her chest to create more reddish cloud shape marks around it. Y/n's breath hitched, her face was burning and her head was cloudy with desire.

Amane pulled away and stared at the top half full of bites, admiring his work. He let go of her wrists and started to fondle with her chest a bit. Y/n bit her lip to prevent herself from making noises. Amane kisses his way up to her clavicle to her neck.

Her stomach started to feel butterflies due to excitement. Amane rubbed Y/n's waist as he raised his knee between her, pushing her against the corner with a small thud. When Amane was finished marking so that everyone knows she's his, he kisses her passionately as he slides his tongue inside her mouth.