ever since sayaka infamously got a boyfriend, kirari has gotten slowly more agitated.
Sayaka walks into the student council, her phone in hand as she mindlessly texts her newfound "boyfriend" stupid emojis.
"Hello, Sayaka," a cold, stern voice rung,
"Hello, President."
Kirari watched impatiently as Sayaka slowly walked to her seat, putting her phone in her bag and sitting down properly.
As soon as Midari told everyone about the little boy-toy Kirari's dear Sayaka had swooned, her jealousy is at an all-time high, whereas Sayaka's schedule is at an all-time low.
When Kirari wants Sayaka's attention, it's always "I can't, hanging out, i'm with ___" or "I can't, I have to help ____"
Kirari wants to kill that annoying dud of a boy.
"Sayaka, fetch my folders, would you?" Kirari asked politely, her back turned to Sayaka.
No response.
Kirari tilted her head around slightly.
Sayaka is texting, on her phone.
Kirari inhaled a long, deep breath, and sighed just as long.
"Sayaka. Folders." Kirari repeated, venom in her voice.
The attitude Kirari had brought upon her dearest secretary had caught her attention, as Sayaka stood up straight, and walked firmly to accord to Kirari's orders.
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As the day went on, Kirari grew more and more impatient with Sayaka's cell-phone usage. She doesn't enjoy how much attention is being stolen from her, especially due to a boy.
"Sayaka," Kirari said sternly, so much so as to not have to repeat herself.
"Yes, president?" Sayaka looked up, and locked eyes with Kirari, with shiny doe eyes.
those fucking eyes, my god. Kirari thought dearly.
he doesn't deserve her. she's too good for that thing.
"Nevermind. I have it under control," kirari said, glaring at Sayaka, then Sayaka's phone.
As the members of the council fled in, Kirari took her seat, and Sayaka, next to Kirari.
Sayaka inched her chair closer and closer to Kirari's, attempting to gain any bit of flirtatious attention from her adored president.
she's been awful quiet today.
I miss her.
Sayaka thought, her chair colliding into Kirari's large one.
as the collide made a large sound, Sayaka shot a glance at Kirari, and she look incredibly unaware of the situation, her face, expressionless.
So what, I hired that boy to act like my boyfriend and president doesn't even care? The boy seems to enjoy when I talk to him, yet I could care less. he knows why I need him. Strictly business.
Sayaka's phone buzzes continuously, Kirari
glaring at Sayaka.
"Anyways, I have a proposal. Someone in the room says.
After, Midari helps her girlfriend drag in a big board, they start a movie.
what the fuck is this?
what the fuck is this?
they think simultaneously.
i could use this to my advantage.
Kirari thinks, a large, smug smirk jumping on her face.
As the video plays, loudly may they add due to kaede's unfortunate hearing, Kirari slips her hand onto Sayaka's thigh, rubbing her thumb oh so dearly.
did she wear this short skirt for her boy?
Kirari thought angrily.
more for me, i guess.
meanwhile, in Sayaka's head,
OH MY GOD ITS. HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING ITD HAPPENING
Sayaka blushed furiously, as lights darkened in the room and the video played louder.
Kirari pulled Sayaka effortlessly from her chair to her lap, her leg in between both of Sayaka's thighs.
Sayaka's leg twitched with anticipation, as she let everything happen.
"Sayaka, can we-"
"yes."
Kirari smirked aggressively.
As Kirari's hand guided itself under Sayaka's underwear, touching Sayaka's clit, a whimper erupt near Kirari's ear.
music.
"shhhh," Kirari whispered, covering Sayaka's mouth with her hand.
Sayaka starts to sway her hips back and forth, Kirari teasing Sayaka is almost unbearable for the secretary to handle.
Finally, Kirari plunged her ring and middle finger into Sayaka for the first time.
Sayaka had to bite hard into Kirari's hand attempting not to moan unidentifiable nonsense, slurring every word she every learned.
Sayaka's breath for erratic, irregular, the more her dear president's long fingers shook her insides, the more her heart rate went up.
"does he fuck you like this?" Kirari finally whispered in Sayaka's ear, nibbling on her ear lobe only causing more pleasure to explode in Sayaka's small body.
No words were able to form out of her mouth, it felt as if her vocal chords were tangled, as if she was on a roller coaster, slowly reaching the climax,
Kirari could feel her secretaries walls closing up, as Sayaka's hot breath covered the bite mark that reshaped her palm. Kirari pecked sweet kisses onto Sayaka's cheek, trailing down to her jaw, then her neck, biting into it, sucking up any moisture of sweat.
Pushing her fingers in and out, sayaka's back arched, biting even harder onto Kirari's hand, trying her hardest to hide any sound of pleasure.
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Sayaka & Kirari excused themselves to her bathroom, realizing that they were covered in inappropriate juices on both Sayaka, and Kirari.
"Kirari and Sayaka were too quiet in there. Normally President would be-like- flirting with her lil puppy, and Sayaka would be neon red from it. Wonder what was happening," Someone said from within the room.
"Hm. Dunno."
Kirari smiled, and Sayaka, neon red after realizing that her president fucked her in public, was still in awe.
she's so cute.
she's mine.
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AN: happy pride month fuckers! ur fav kirasaya author's back :p (with smut teehee) this ship keeps me a fan, even tho i don't watch the show at all anymore 😪 anyways ily i'll see u soon
