UBW 04. Yes, I thought it too. It'd have been more perfect had she been going to a gym storage room, tho.
Hidden Option
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“Gotta go to the staff room. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Shirou glanced back to where Saber stood outside. The Servant seemed intent on arranging her thoughts, her mind clearly still on the residual magical energy about the school. It might actually do to wait a bit for dusk to come and really work the area. Too, after what had happened the previous night, the thought of leaving Ayako alone as nightfall came was a little worrisome.
“Hey, wait up,” he called after the archery captain. She kept twirling the room key around her finger and for a moment he swore her strut was much more, well, hip-swaying for the tomboy. “Why do you need the key anyway? Aren’t there teachers still here?”
“Fujimura-sensei already locked up but she said that I needed to turn in the last club roster before the new school year begins. I have to start looking for who replaces me and all.” Ayako grinned as Shirou came close enough, elbowing him in the side and leaning down to look up at him. “Little bit worried even after quitting?”
Shirou scratched at the back of his neck. “I guess. You know, with those deaths popping up, I don’t like the thought of anyone being here alone.”
“That’s not what I…well, nevermind.” They rounded the corner to where the staff room was located and Ayako unlocked the door. “Your stress level is gonna kill you before someone else does, Emiya. Weren’t you here late yesterday too?”
The room remained quiet and somehow lifeless compared to the usual feeling when entering a faculty office. Ayako did not bother to flip the light on, the red haze from the low sun still illuminating the room enough to feel comfortable. She made her way over to Taiga Fujimura’s desk, surprisingly one of the few that was perfectly arranged and clean, a sign that she had somehow managed to get ahead on her work for the day.
Shirou mentally calculated how that had happened and did not really pay attention to the prompt. “It’s not like I had work or anything else to do.”
“I knew it.” Ayako sighed, sitting up atop the desk and kicking her legs out against his knees. She pulled out the roster paper from among the things on the desk but left it aside to look closely at her companion. “I thought the range looked too clean for it to be Shinji’s doing.”
“He asked. I didn’t really have a reason to turn him down. I did kinda get in his face about Sakura without really meaning to, so I took it as a fair trade and all. He wanted to entertain some girls or something and I didn’t want to bother them, either.”
Ayako let another sigh fall from her lips. She rubbed at her temples with a hand. “Seriously, why can’t the two of you just balance out? If he got just a bit more serious like you, and you enjoyed yourself just a little bit like him, it’d be great, you know?” She flashed a smile full of teeth. “Then you could rejoin the club and we would have a monopoly on the great guys of the school.” She made a rather girly laugh, sounding a little too delighted at the idea.
“I don’t think it’d be like that.” He halfheartedly tried waving her foot off, which kept poking his shin. “What do you want me to do? I can’t control Shinji, but if you really want me to do something I guess I’m game to try.”
“Well…” Ayako’s head tilted aside and she gave him a look through eyelashes that he was completely unaware she was capable of doing at all. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind you acting out. I’m not one of Shinji’s girls, but even I’m not exactly…against being alone with a guy.”
Her foot had gone from jabbing at him to brushing along the inside of his knee. She had even dropped her indoor slipper, her sock-clad toes wiggling as she did. Shirou glanced about nervously, although the emptiness in the room had not changed. In fact, it only really occurred to him that this was the first time he had been in such isolation with Ayako, even compared to the few times he had rightfully stuck around to help clean the range. Alone with a girl making suggestive comments and rather forwardly pushing into his space. Had the temperature gone up? “That’s a pretty drastic, uh, change.”
“Emiya, anything short of a shock to your system probably won’t work anyway.” Her smile had become somehow very, very coy in the span of a whole second despite not really changing at all. “Besides, you’ve still been helping out. Since you’re not part of the club anymore, this is all I can really think of doing as thanks. You know, between friends.”
“You have strange ideas for between friends.” He was moving closer, perhaps unconsciously, despite his hesitance.
“Maybe, although I wouldn’t suggest this for just anyone, you know.” She leaned forward, peering at him closely. “But don’t make me say you’re special or something. Even if you are, a bit.”
“Er…”
“That didn’t call for a response.” A thought seemed to occur to her. “Just one question.” She was a bit closer at that, and he had gravitated closer himself, until their knees were touching. “Is that girl that was waiting outside your girlfriend?”
“Eh?” Shirou thought back, realized that Saber was still standing outside, her mind still on the magical energy still about the school. “Uh…nothing like that.”
“Good.” She reached out to pull at the drawstring to his jacket hood, tugging playfully at it. “I may hold a grudge against you and all, but I wouldn’t want to do anything bad to somebody.”
Shirou watched her fingers play along his collar, unable to hold in the curiosity of just how this was going down. He had always liked Ayako and felt comfortable around her, but this was rather new for her even if it did line up somewhat with her forward personality. He was also surprised that she actually seemed this interested or concerned about him. “I don’t…this isn’t, uh, like, I don’t exactly draw in attention the way Shinji does.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d suddenly show up with a foreign model for a girlfriend, but sometimes you surprise me, you know?” She pulled just a little harder until their noses were almost touching.
“You surprise me too,” he said, and he let his lips brush against hers, very briefly, still unsure but unable to keep from being swept along by her pace. “I didn’t imagine you’d have this kind of side to you.”
“Try to be more imaginative then.”
“Don’t blame me if I go to far then,” Shirou said, leaning in and doing the same to her, a faint touch. He drew back as if to check to make sure that was okay, before he leaned back in, her hands pulling him closer, their lips locking much more securely. Ayako’s tongue crept up against his lips and he met it with his, then his hands went to her waist and hers wrapped around his arms as if to hold them there or encourage more.
The red-tinted room warmed as Ayako leaned back, Shirou putting his knee up between her legs on the desk. They fell back until the archery captain’s head hit the desk just shy of knocking a stack of books to the floor, the boy following, leaning over her possessively. Emboldened by the intimacy and her earlier words, Shirou’s hand came up to the girl’s chest and met with no resistance as he felt her through the uniform, eliciting a faint moan from her into their kiss.
“Mrgh…geez Emiya, no patience huh?” she teased as he drew away for breath.
“Hey, you’re the one that said—”
She reached up, ignoring him, and slipped buttons open herself until her vest was open and her shirt undone enough for her bra-clad breasts to spill out.
Shirou stared. Unlike the sports bra he admitted in the back of his mind he would imagine her to wear, this was…very pink and lacy. Hardly what he thought a peer would wear, much less Ayako Mitsuzuri.
“I take it you like?”
“I…yeah.” He reached up to touch again, fingers sliding along the textured edges. “I didn’t know you…wore things like this.”
She took his wrist in hand and forcefully brought it to her body, his fingertips digging into her exposed flesh above the lingerie. He took the hint, kneading her breast and drawing a pleased hum from the both of them. “Maybe you should pay more attention to your classmates, then.” A deep gasp escaped as the friction from the touch over her bra made her sensitivity rise. “Or me. Just me is good too.”
“Probably right. Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss the exposed skin, just above anything truly lascivious. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his touch, and he resisted the urge to tear the fabric right off of her body.
Although at this point he wasn’t sure she would stop him. Her hands slid right up to pull at his shirt, lifting it just enough to brush along his stomach. Unsure how far this was going to go, he pulled back just enough to give her a questioning look, only to find her blushing furiously—but her gaze transfixed to his waist as she reached for his belt.
“Mitsuzuri…uh…that’s…um.” He closed his mouth before he could say something stupid.
“Yeah, no, if you don’t wanna…”
“No! I mean, I do, I just, uh—”
“Then…” she leaned up, stole another fast kiss, then with one determined motion yanked his belt open and was reaching in to free him from his clothing. Before he could do anything, she was pushing him back until they had reversed positions, his rear hitting the desk opposite of Taiga’s, as Ayako leaned down and took him in her mouth without a moment’s hesitation.
Shirou’s hands grabbed the edge of the desk as Ayako’s head moved over his waist, the hardness she had pulled out of his jeans disappearing in between her lips. Her rhythm was awkward but her mouth warm and wet, the sensation of her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock like it had against his tongue when they were kissing. He was unable to tear his eyes away when she looked up at him, then very slowly, so he could see every centimeter, dragged her lips back up to the tip, making as if she were treating herself to a long, intimate kiss.
“Feel like acting out even more now?” Ayako asked, licking him like a cat lapping at water.
Before he could answer, she knelt down before him and took his cock back into her mouth, eyes watching him the entire time. He tried to form words to respond, but fought to even keep watching her as she pulsed deeper onto him such that he thought he was hitting the back of her throat. His eyes nearly rolled back up into his head and a hand went to her head as if to thrust deeper into her. She let him do so, holding her in place as his hips moved up to her, a slight moaning sound coming from her throat as he fucked Ayako’s lips with abandon.
He managed to reign himself in as he felt his need growing, afraid that she would choke. Ayako wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, breathing heavily as she drew him back. Her hands guided his back to the desk, then she returned to bobbing her head over his length.
“S-stop, I’m gonna—” Shirou groaned, although it hardly sounded above a whisper.
“Cum, Emiya?” She looked up at him with a triumphant grin, tongue out like a taunt, before sliding just beneath the head of his cock again. “Finally gonna enjoy something?”
He nodded vigorously and she giggled. The tip of her tongue touching him, she said, “Then go ahead. Enjoy yourself however you want.”
The way she said it made him nearly lose it right there, and he only needed to hold himself before he came, spilling out onto her as she thrust her chest out and drew her head back to watch, his seed falling onto her breasts and bra, sliding down between her cleavage. She shook at the sensation herself, the hot liquid only helping to heat up her already blushing body.
Shirou leaned back, heaving in a few deep breaths and staring down at his friend with a gaze that made Ayako squirm. She looked back down to herself and sighed, then leaned back up to lick him clean, causing the young man to almost whimper. She almost nodded in agreement. “Emiya…it’s really hot…”
Regaining himself, he looked around again as if afraid they had an audience. Then he looked back to her, admiring his seed staining her skin, and said, “Sorry…I didn’t know…”
She shook her head, stood and simultaneously reached for a tissue from the desk behind him and stole another peck on his lips. “No, I’m sorry. This was kinda on the fly.” She wiped at herself, but remained smiling and blushing as he kept his gaze fixated on her as she did so. “I don’t, um, have a rubber, or anything like that.”
He nodded, seemed to think more of that, then caught her eyes with a curious look.
She held up a finger to his lips and grinned. “I fully expect you to be prepared next time, you understand?”
She buttoned herself up and turned to go, leaving the supposed purpose of her visit behind with the confused teen. Only when she was at the door did he say, “Next time?”
Ayako grinned, twirled the key ring around her finger once, and was gone.
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Originally Posted by Vigilantia
