Mutual Reward
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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandoms: 時々ボソッとロシア語でデレる隣のアーリャさん - 燦々SUN |
Tokidoki Bosotto Russia-go de Dereru Tonari no Alya-san - SunSunSun,
Roshidere
Relationship: Alisa Mikhailovna Kujo/Masachika Kuze
Characters: Alisa Mikhailovna Kujo, Masachika Kuze, Maria Mikhailovna Kujou
(mentioned)
Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Sweet,
Sweet/Hot, Aged-Up Character(s), Post-Canon, Post-Graduation, How
Do I Tag, I'm Bad At Tagging, and also summaries, and also titles,
basically I suck at anything that's not writing the main body of text, but
that's probably what you're here for so it's fine
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Totally_Crazy's collection of Roshidere fics and oneshots
Stats: Published: 2023-06-04 Words: 3,087 Chapters: 1/1
Mutual Reward
by Totally_Crazy
Summary
Alya has tried everything to get Kuze motivated. Nothing seems to work. But, as the finals
approach, she has one last trick up her sleeve.
Notes
Hi. This is my first time writing smut, or anything explicit or even suggestive, so I hope it's
good and lives up to my usual standard. I wrote this fic after two friends and a small poll on
the Roshidere discord all wanted me to write this, so I didn't have excuses. As usual, this fic
is beta'ed, this time by two people. Firstly, my usual beta sapphviollet, and the other friend on
discord who, upon discovering I was writing porn, demanded to have a look to. This is you
shoutout. Anyway, do enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
Getting Kuze Masachika motivated was one of the perpetual challenges in Alisa Mikhailovna
Kujou’s life. That had not changed in the nearly three years they had known each other,
attending Serei Private Academy together. In the two years they had been dating, she had
tried all kinds of different incentives and punishments to get him to actually put in effort.
These had ranged from promises of kisses and dates, to threats of slaps and the cold shoulder.
With finals season coming up, Alisa knew she had to do something to motivate her lazy
boyfriend. While he would probably skirt by with passing grades, that would simply be
unacceptable to her. Luckily, this time she knew just the trick.
It was on her 18th birthday that she had gotten the idea, whispered into her ear by her sister.
At first, her face had done its best tomato impression, but over the next few days, she had
gradually warmed up to the idea. It was not without merit, and from what she knew about
Masachika, it would definitely work.
About a week before finals, she had set her plan into motion. Class seating hadn't changed
much over the years, and she was still a neighbour to her boyfriend during lessons. During
classes, they had conversations in her fathers native language, speaking privately without fear
of being overheard. The rest of their classmates had learnt to just bear it, as there was no way
either would reveal what was being said, and nobody had the desire or motivation to learn a
whole new, completely foreign language just to eavesdrop.
During a standard chemistry lesson, with the teacher hammering home for what felt like the
millionth time in the last month that “Finals were coming up, so everyone really needed to
pay attention!” Even though nothing new was being discussed, she grabbed his attention and
began to speak: “Listen Masachika. I know you don’t care much for studying, but good
grades are really important!”
He was, as expected, his usual laid-back self, as he replied: “Does it really matter that much?
A passing grade is still a passing grade, and most companies won’t look past the school’s
name. Even then, me serving as vice-president of the student should be enough to make up the
difference.”
Alya sighed, a frown making its way onto her face. She really shouldn’t have expected
anything different. So, time to deploy her secret weapon: “How about we make a deal; If you
can score higher than me on at least three subjects, then you win. If not, I win.”
“Alright,” he seemed intrigued, “But what are the stakes?”
She false-considered it for a moment, already having decided on the bets. “How about, if I
win, you don’t get to eat spicy food for a week, no, a month.” A gasp of what could only be
described as pure horror tore itself from his lips. A moment later, however, she could see the
gears in his head turning.
“Alright,” he acquiesced, “but a high reward means a high risk. What’s in it for me?”
Again, she considered it (fakely, of course). “How about, I’ll-”
“Kujou, Kuze, please stop talking so loudly in class.” The teacher interrupted, “You’re
distracting the other students.” A quick apology was given, but Alya did have every intention
to finish negotiations at that moment. So, stealthily, she pushed her skirt up her thighs, little
by little. “How about,” she continued, flashing her panties at him, “I give you a little
reward? ” She finished, a small, smug smile making its way onto her face.
She took great satisfaction in watching his face go red as a beet, quickly looking away from
her, trying to hide his embarrassment in his textbook.
Japanese, maths, and chemistry. The only three subjects she was not at the top of the list for.
One name had beaten her for all three.
At the top, next to the number one, stood the kanji for Kuze Masachika. Even in subjects he
hadn’t been explicitly focusing on, her boyfriend's name had found its way far up the list,
never dropping below eighth place. It seemed he wasn’t taking any chances.
His grin, which was probably the widest she had ever seen it, would have been extremely
annoying if not for the fact that, deep down, she had wanted him to win too.
Suppressing a shiver at the hungry look he gave her, she forced herself to act as normal as
possible. Turning to meet him, she finally spoke for the first time after seeing the results.
Even she admitted to being a bit stunned at him actually pulling it off, but now she had gotten
over her initial shock, she decided to congratulate him: “Well, Masachika, looks like I stand
corrected. Good job.”
There, that would do as a public statement. Now for the private statement: “Come over to my
house tonight, and I’ll give you your reward .”
Well, she called it his reward, but really, it was something nice for the both of them.
Turning up at 7 o'clock on the dot, Kuze Masachika didn’t want to seem eager, though he was
definitely eager. Alya had promised that her sister would be out of the house, apparently on a
date with her boyfriend, who had gotten a few days off recently and had taken the
opportunity to fly out to Japan from his job in Russia.
With more butterflies in his stomach than there were in the whole of Japan, his shaking
fingers pressed against the doorbell, a ringing sound still audible through the wooden door.
Steadying himself with deep breaths and fixing his messy black hair as much as was possible
with his hands, he waited for the door to open.
A few seconds later, it swung open, revealing Alya, a deep red blush on her face and her eyes
tilted downwards, towards the floor. She wore some casual clothes, a shirt and some shorts.
“C-Come inside, please.” Her voice was the softest he had heard since her confession two
years ago. It put him at ease a little, knowing she was just as nervous as him.
She led him inside, through the small hallways of her home. He could hear blood running
through his ears, his heart pounding in his chest so loudly he swore someone had stuck a
drum in there.
Finally reaching her bedroom, she guided him in, softly requesting he sit on the bed. She left
the room quietly. Judging by her footsteps, she had moved two rooms over and was
preparing…something.
A minute later, and the sound of footsteps could once again be heard, this time approaching
the room he was in. Honestly, it was hard to hear over the sound of his heartbeat, an erratic
pounding in his chest, drowning out all thoughts.
A soft, nervous voice came through the door, Alya somehow sounding as nervous as he was:
“P-Please close yo-your eyes.” He obeyed quickly, and let her know he had done so equally
fast.
With his eyes closed, he had to rely on his other senses. Most obvious was the sound of
footsteps approaching the bed he was seated on. Then the scent of perfume of…some flower
he probably had never heard of entered his nose.
Finally, a small squeak came from right in front of him, somehow sounding even more
nervous than before. “You can o-open your eyes n-now.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Masachika Kuze slowly opened his eyes.
Alya. Lingerie. Lilac.
Those were the only words his mind could comprehend at that moment, probably because
they were things right in front of him.
Alya, his beautiful girlfriend stood in front of him, a red blush coating her cheeks, eyes
bashfully staring just in front of his feet. Her face was framed beautifully by her soft white
hair, ending just above her chest, though most of it was thrown over her shoulders on her
back. Her breasts were contained in a lace lilac bra, if barely. Her slender arms were crossed
in front of them, hiding them from his (admittedly perverted) gaze.
His eyes moved down of their own accord, sweeping over her thin waist and onto her hips,
clad in panties match her bra. Her delicious thighs were completely bare, as were her legs all
the way down to the floor, Alya forgoing any clothing besides her lingerie.
Sweeping back up to try and meet her eyes, Masachika caught a flash of metal from Alya’s
cleavage. It seemed he had missed something lodged in there: a condom wedged in between
her large breasts.
Any words he would have uttered were stuck in his throat.
Alya stood there nervously for barely ten seconds before starting to fidget nervously. Pulling
a little more hair over her shoulder to cover her chest, she asked: “Well, w-what do you
think?”
This time, he managed to get words out of his mouth. “Beautiful” was his only response, the
only response he could ever give to her. Standing up, he closed the distance between them in
two long strides, and crashed his lips onto hers.
She didn’t stop fidgeting in his grasp, even as he deepened the kiss, tongues now dancing
between their mouths. His arms were wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest. In the
time she had been changing, he had taken off his shirt and socks, leaving him in only his
trousers and underwear. Clearly, Alya took a problem with this imbalance in dress, as she
hooked her fingers into his trousers and pulled them down from his hips, leaving them to
drop the rest of the way.
He quickly broke off the kiss to step out of the trousers, now around his ankles. His cheeks
felt like they were on fire, now in only underwear in front of his beautiful girlfriend.
They stood there for a few moments before he finally broke the silence. “So, how do you
want to do this?” He started with the obvious, plucking the condom from between her breasts
before she could reply. He walked over to the nightstand, placing it down, before turning
back around.
In the meantime, Alya had made up her mind, her deft fingers now working at undoing the
clips of her bra, already struggling under the weight of her assets, and Alya dropped her
hands, her lace bra falling with it.
Her breasts, large enough to fill his hands but only just, were in the open. The creamy skin
was exposed, with a flush of rosy skin and a bud on each. Her face managed to somehow turn
an even deeper shade of red, embarrassment painted clear across her face.
He couldn’t resist the temptation to grope her perfect tits, her flesh barely contained in his
hands. He squeezed his hand, drawing a moan from those perfect lips of hers.
He continued for a while, switching hands, before he finally pulled back. God, that had felt so
good. She had been tempting him with those for 3 years now.
As he stood in front of Alya once again, a ball formed in his throat. She was so beautiful, her
skin and hair matching perfectly, her face, her everything.
He stood there, frozen by her beauty once again, before she broke him out of his trance.
“D-Do you want to go to the main ev-event?” She asked demurely.
He nodded, not trusting his voice to function at this point.
As Alya made to pull off her panties, the final piece of clothing still hiding her naked body
from his eyes, he turned around, pulling his underwear down too.
The rustling of bedsheets behind him told Masachika that his girlfriend had laid down on her
bed. Turning back towards her, he stood there captivated for what felt like the thousandth
time that night.
While the lacy purple lingerie had turned her sexiness up to 11, looking at her now, laid on
her back with not a shred of clothing covering her body, her long, slender legs, her thin waist
and big breasts all on display, with her arm desperately covering her face, she was the perfect
mix of cute and seductive.
It took every last bit of his willpower not to jump on her, pull her close and never let go.
What he couldn’t resist was walking over to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees.
Leaning down, bringing himself to eye level with her exposed pussy, he gave it an
exploratory lick, sending shivers up Alya’s spine, and making her squeal.
“Ma-Masachika, don’t lick there. It’s d-dirty!” Trying, in vain, to stop his ministrations, she
brought her legs together, inadvertently trapping his head between her thick thighs. If
anything it served to encourage him, sending his tongue deeper into her mound.
Her various moans and squeals got louder as he continued eating her out, sticking his tongue
ever deeper into her increasingly wetter pussy.
The process continued for about a minute before her legs finally got weak enough for
Masachika to pull back, extracting his face from in between her legs.
Using some of the slick from her pussy he makes sure his fingers are well moisturised, finally
being satisfied enough he asked: "Are you okay with me prepping you first?”
He brought his wet fingers closer to her warmth, still waiting for an answer. She looked down
towards him, flustered from his initiation. Her mind seemed to be full of thoughts, and in
absence of being able to speak, she just nodded. As soon as Masachika got her approval he
started pushing into her walls carefully.
She shivered at the sensation, and obviously felt some soreness. A small scream tore itself
from her lips. He looked up at her with worry, pushing deeper and kisses her inner thighs,
whispering reassurances: “It will get better soon, just relax, deep breaths''
She seemed mortified when he licked his fingers, tasting some of the juices that had leaked
out, but he ignored her expression in favour of moving around the side of the bed to her
nightstand, picking up the condom he had deposited there.
He initially struggled to open in, his hands sweaty from his nervousness, but eventually the
wrapper relented and ripped. Now, bringing it down to his dick, he rolled the condom out. It
felt a little tight, but he supposed that was better than it being loose.
Returning back to his position at the foot of the bed, he crawled on top of her,
Finally lining up his cock with her pussy, he spoke in Russian, just to make sure she
understood him: “Last chance to back out, Alya.”
She didn’t hesitate: “Do it, Masachika.”
He finally pushed his dick in, but not before leaning up next to her ear and whispering: “I
love you.”
She seemed to share his sentiment, speaking back “I love you toooOOOOO-!” , though her
affirmation devolved into a scream as he hilted himself deep inside her. Her eyes were
screwed shut, moisture forming at the corners. It was obviously still painful to her.
After half a minute she assured him it was alright to move. He started rocking his hips back
and forth, working his dick in and out of her tight pussy. The friction felt so good, heat racing
up his member through his body, which felt like it was on fire.
It felt so good, so much better than he had imagined. Moans tore themselves out of his throat,
letting his enjoyment be known. Alya echoed them, the sounds of their mutual enjoyment
filling the room.
It felt so good, Alya’s body coiled tight around his cock, her virgin pussy squeezing him for
all he was worth. His body had long since given up on any muscles not necessary to keep
fucking the woman under him, the only movements he made were in his hips.
It felt so good, only grunts could make their way past his lips now, his only focus was raising
his hips and slamming them back down, to keep up the movement, to keep making love to
her.
Heat and pleasure raced up his cock, letting him know he was close. His pace became
animalistic, all sense of reason gone. He only cared about feeling good and making his
girlfriend feel good.
It was obvious he succeeded, Alya red-faced and moaning under him. She seemed
perpetually out of breath, her moans and cute little words never ceasing, getting increasingly
louder.
Then he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He told her as such, briefly forgetting the condom,
before she reminded him: “You -ah!- have a c-condom on you -hnng!- idiot!” It took a brief
moment for his mind to catch up to the outside world, all senses except touch being largely
ignored, but it managed to penetrate into his mind, and-
He finally broke, burying his cock fully in her pussy as he came, seed flooding out. Whatever
power was left in his legs fled him and after a moment, he collapsed onto her, pressing her
into the bed with his weight.
They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their experience, feeling their bodies
melded together. Finally, Masachika regained enough energy to pull back, freeing his dick
from her tight mound. He pulled the condom off his cock, struggling with the slippery rubber,
and somehow managed to tie a knot in it without dirtying Alya’s bed.
She, meanwhile, had gotten a box of tissues off of her nightstand. Wordlessly accepting a few
tissues, he wrapped the now used condom in them, quickly depositing it in a bin in the corner
of her room.
Lying back down next to her, exhausted from the night, he gave her a kiss on the forehead,
still burning hot from the sex they had just had. Curling up into him, she began to drift off to
sleep, but not before talking one last time: “Th-Thank you, Masachika,” she spoke shyly, “I
can’t think of a better way to have my first time.”
“No, Alya, thank you. It was better than I could have imagined.”
His face shifted into a smug smirk: “And I definitely wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
He managed to catch her blush even as her face was buried in his chest, the tips of her ears
almost glowing red: “Idiot!”
“That wasn’t a no!”
“It wasn’t supposed to be.”
He chuckled for a few seconds, before joining her in closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep
without any further words…
End Notes
Thanks for reading this. It felt...weird writing this, using explicit language and stuff. But
overall I enjoyed it. It was a good experience to have. I won't switch to all smut and stuff, but
don't expect this to be the last one I write. Just don't expect them too frequently either. I'm
running another poll now, this time on what the next oneshot should be about. You can find it
here.
Anyway, this next oneshot will either be after the next update to First Aid or around the same
time, so don't hold your breath.
Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time!
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