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Assistant: Title: Heat Wave
        Author: BestCoast94 BestCoast94 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: P3 Protag x Mitsuru Kirijo SmutTatsumi Port Island is in the middle of a heat wave. The Iwatodai Dorm's AC is busted, and the members of S.E.E.S. try to stay cool. Mitsuru doesn't help the situation by going to her boyfriend Makoto's room to engage in steamy activities after dark.
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              P3 Protag x Mitsuru Kirijo Sm@tTatsumi Port Island is in the middle of a heat wave. The Iwatodai Dorm's AC is busted, and the members of S.E.E.S. try to stay cool. Mitsuru doesn't help the situation by going to her boyfriend Makoto's room to engage in steamy activities after dark.
            
        


  





    
        
          It was hot.  Way too hot to be expected to do anything physical, and the students of the Iwatodai dormitory knew this all too well. The sweltering summer heat left a thin smattering of sweat droplets caked on every corner and crev@sse of their skin. Heat exhaustion slowly encroached on them, and the heat had forced them out of their summer clothes and down to their skivvies. Junpei Iori ran a cold soda can over his forehead. "Maaaan, this is hell, I tell ya! Why do we gotta endure this heat anyway?!" The teens all gathered around the sofas in the lobby, fans blaring. They laid flopped over the nearest piece of furniture, sapped of all energy. Misery painted on each of their faces. "Because, doofus" Akihiko jabbed, "The AC is busted, and the chairman says we won't be able to get a repairman out here for at least a week." "Ooh, we have to do something though" Fuuka said, lying on the floor. "Yukari-chan, can you check the freezer and see if there are any more ice packs?" "I already checked, they're all gone" Yukari said with b@tchy overtone. Junpei sighed, "I'm 'bout to just open the fridge and just let all the cold air out right now, I'm THAT desperate." "That's a horrible idea," said Mitsuru. "Not only would that just make the fridge room temperature, but it would send the electric bill skyrocketing." "What do you even care, you're RICH!" Mitsuru scoffed with contempt. "Guys it's too hot to be fighting like this" Yukari said lazily. She joined Fuuka on the floor, seeing how it was a few degrees cooler than above. "Speaking of fighting..." Akihiko said with enthusiasm, "When are we going back to Tartarus? We gotta get some training in." "Are you nnnuts?" Junpei said with almost drunken sluggishness. "We can't go to Tartarus now, we'll get heat stroke!" "Akihiko's right you know," Said Mitsuru. "It's been a few weeks since we've gone, and the shadows don't care how hot it is. We can't just wait for the weather to improve, and we don't want to fall too far behind. If one of those big shadows finds us and we're all rusty, it could cost us dearly." "But stiiillll," Junpei whined. "What do you think leader?" Mitsuru said, looking in the direction of Makoto, who was silently lounging in the recliner at the head of the coffee table. He had his shirt off, same with everyone else in the room. Fortunately, Junpei was too fatigued to make any kind of pervy or s@xist remark toward the girls. "Our health takes priority right now," Makoto said. "A few extra days of rest isn't gonna hurt us right now." "Very well," Mitsuru said, yielding to the leader's wisdom. "By the way," said Fuuka, "What's the temperature like in Tartarus right now? Is it ANY cooler than it is here?" "Unfortunately, it's the same temperature as it is everywhere else in Japan; blistering hot," said Akihiko. A few more minutes of silence, and everyone was fed up. It really was too hot to do literally anything. Even watching TV felt like too much effort. "Screw this" Yukari sighed "I'm going back up to my room for the night." She unplugged one of the fans and picked it up, taking it with her up the stairs. "Hey... come back here with that... ya bitch...." Junpei said with barely audible protest. "No, she's right" said Mitsuru. "We've got more than enough fans. Everybody grab one and head back to your rooms. We're probably better off just turning in for the night. Everyone make sure you've got enough water with you." "You don't have to ask me twice," Akihiko said, carrying a big gallon jug over his shoulder. Everyone slowly filed into their respective rooms. Makoto was the last one up. The ceiling fan above him spun painfully slow. Even with the windows wide open, it was still too warm to sleep. Midnight passed, and the dark hour came and went.  ~~~~~~~ Makoto was half asleep when a light knock at his door stirred him. He opened his door to find Mitsuru, arm nervously draped over the wooden entrance frame. "Hey..." she said shyly. This register in her was higher than usual, slightly more feminine. Opposite from the booming confidence she displayed at school.  "K-Kirijo-senpai!" Makoto said with sinus clearing surprise. She'd never approached him this late at night before. "What can I do for you sen-" She silenced him with her lips on his own. She pulled away just as quickly as she had advanced, her eyes remained trained on the floor, half lidded with a frown. She exhaled deeply, disappointed with her own lack of self control. So, this was going to be one of THOSE secret meetings, wasn't it? "I need to talk to you" she said. That was an obvious lie. She just needed an excuse to come into his room. The two had been dating now for about a month. Everything was still new and exciting. The way they talked, the way they kissed, the way they... did other things. She was initially impressed by his intelligence in school, but then she was smitten over his bravery and unflinching willingness to protect his friends, especially her. She began to notice his attempts to keep her out of harms way becoming more and more obvious.  "I don't need any special treatment" she would say. And as leader, he would try to keep everyone on equal footing, yet inevitably Makoto found himself subconsciously jumping in front of her during shadow encounters. "Sweet but unnecessary behavior" she would call it. "Can I sit down?" She said, walking over to his bed. "Go right ahead." "Thanks." Mitsuru crossed her arms, waving her hair to the side. "You look hot," Makoto commented. "Thanks, you don't have to rub it in, you know. It's not my fault the AC decided to just go-" "No." "...what?" "I mean you look very attractive tonight." She paused, then it clicked. A blush reached her cheeks instantaneously. "O-oh.... um.... t-thanks." "Dont mention it... is that a new bra?" Makoto said bluntly. "Boy subtlety just goes right out the window whenever I'm dealing with you doesn't it?" She said awkwardly. "But this thing? No I've had it for a while." An elegant black bra wrapped around Mitsuru's chest. It was one of the few that was both comfortable and fashionable so she'd kept it for longer than most of her clothes. And it hugged her br@@sts perfectly. Mitsuru's br@@sts were not tiny, nor were they gigantic. They were perfectly proportioned for her body type. No woman would complain about having them, nor would any man ever complain about seeing them. The two sat on the bed making casual chit chat. The mood started casual, however they were showing a lot of skin between them, and hormonal urges slowly crept to the forefront of their minds. Makoto did not grow a lot of body hair naturally. He had the smooth chiseled physique of a swimmer. Mitsuru had found herself silently gawking at his muscular thighs whenever she attended his track meets. She insited to herself that these details were important to know in order to track their progress in the endless fight up Tartarus. And every time she would drag behind him while running up the tower's floors, she told Makoto that is was simply to make sure he got safely up to the next level, and totally not to sneak glimpses of his ass. An ass that she had been contemplating squeezing incessantly in the minutes since she'd first entered his room. And in a similar vain, Makoto found himself ogling the woman in front of him as well. To say it was not a common occurrence for Mitsuru to walk around the dorm with her shirt off was a gross understatement. In fact, this kind of scandalous behavior would likely result in a repremand from either the chairman, or her own father, were it under any context besides an oppressive summer heat wave. The way she just looked so... statuesque in front of him, the way she casually lay on his bed, the moonlight framing her l@strous, fair complexion. Her feminine glow, so effortless, as if to imply that she hadn't been working her b@tt off in private, exercising in secret for the express purpose of achieving the flat stomach that Makoto had mentioned he liked the look of in passing conversation a few months ago. Yes, she was still a girl with her own dreams and ambitions, but she was also the kind of girl that blushed involuntarily whenever the cute boy she liked looked in her direction. The great Mitsuru Kirijo was still human after all. Mitsuru's relationship with Makoto had evolved long past the need for small talk by this point. "I was hoping we could have s@x." "Is that all?" Makoto said sarcastically.  She laughed. Sitting on his bed, smirk on her face, Mitsuru barraged Makoto's brain with dirty talk. "Do I s@xually arouse you Makoto-san?" She said blankly. He gulped at her unflinching confidence at the utterance of that question. "Y-yes." She leaned in closer to him, "Does the idea of me getting naked excite you?" She said slightly quieter. All he could do is nod, sweating profusely. Her lips clicked right up against his ear, her voice now nothing but a whisper. "Do you fantasize every night, about holding me down, and c@mm@ng inside me repeatedly?" He shivered. The silky femininity in her voice like a frigid ice pick down his spine. She paused for a few painful seconds. Then dropped the bomb. ... ... ... "...because I do." Makoto's tool immediately rose to attention at her declaration of intent. He quickly wrapped an arm around her narrow waist as she sat on his lap. "Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" She was itching to get out of the thin breathable skirt she was wearing. "Only by my maids, no boys my age," Mitsuru said with a smile, "at least not until you came along." Hands began to drift, her fingertips dragged down his chest, surprisingly toned for his age. It was still too hot to do anything heavy tonight. Still, the sweat and hot breathy air made for an intoxicating combo—perfect make-out conditions. What started as light lip action, quickly evolved to incorporate more tongue into the mix. His fingers trickled down her neck as he began to feel her up. His greed for more of her flesh led him to slither his hands under her bra. She gasped into his mouth as he squeezed her with l@stful abandon.  Careful consideration was taken to avoid overexertion, yet no body part was forgotten. Her clothes begged to be unhooked, to be unconfined. In a simple flick, her bra and skirt were cast aside, cool air brushed across her sweaty naked body. She moaned with glee. "God that feels so much better." Her hands clawed at his rock hard chest and stomach. She dragged her tongue up his neck. She shuddered with primal satisfaction. "I thought you just wanted to talk?" Makoto said breathlessly. "I know" Mitsuru said panting, talking in-between kisses. "I was originally planning-...to just make out for a while-... but you know how these things-... rarely go-... according to plan." Their skin was flushed pink from the heat, yet there was an aroused energy behind every word spoken. Mitsuru whispered into his ear as he laid his hands on her, legs quivering, face a full grimace. "I'm so turned on right now... I'm... I'm..." Her teeth clenched and her hands gripped the blanket beneath her. "You're making me so f@ck@ng wet..." Her eyes shut, wrapping his legs around her shoulders, squirming off the bed. She got on her knees, removed his pants, and began to give him a bl@wj@b. Makoto moaned with delight as Mitsuru's heavenly lips pillowed around the base of his shaft. Mitsuru was a natural orator, so skilled with her words. Her pretty face and charming wit always won over the masses as student council president. To see her skilled tongue put to work servicing him in such a dirty, scandalous fashion turned him on immensely. She made sure not to suck him off to completion, just to get him fully ready, and to satisfy her craving for the flavor of his d@ck on her taste buds. She pulled off once she could feel a little prec@m tickle the back of her throat. Makoto's hunger took over, pulling her back onto the bed, and ripping her delicate panties down her creamy thighs to her ankles. His palms gripped her, holding her still, his fingers dug into the flesh of her sides like dough, framing her taut belly like a window into erotic heavenly dreams of the red-headed fairer sex. Sweat drizzled like a landscape, a glaze of progesterone and want. His touch set a tingling to her toes.  The man with the slouch and the carefree attitude cemented his firm claim over her body. He looked at her the way a tiger looked at his prey, just before the pounce. His mouth phrased eloquent, even though his mind was off somewhere much more vulgar. With a turn of the tongue, h@rny thoughts of 'I'm nutting inside you tonight' turned into sweeter words of "Let's make love tonight." His actions befitted f@ck@ng far more than lovemaking, grasping, pinning, kneading, howling, spanking, biting. He dragged his tongue across the round of her breast like it was coated in honey. Vibratto lazily crooned from Mitsuru's throat, blatant in its begging. They'd discovered a penchant for whispering the nastiest, kinkiest sh@t to each other while copulating. They'd dry hump while challenging the other to up the raunch-factor to ever newer heights. "How often do you think about me while masturbating?" Mitsuru said with the freedom and ferocity of an unleashed dog. "Every f@ck@ng day," Makoto responds with insane pride. The redhead chuckled. "Good, I wouldn't have it any other way." Makoto conceded point after point, divulging just how shameless his lust for her was. "I mean, how could I not? Your big t@ts, your skinny waist, your wide hips. I can't go a night without dreaming about nutting inside your smoking hot body." Mitsuru was not disgusted. On the contrary, it turned her on even more. "You mean this body?" She struck a naughty grin as she ran her hand up from her lower stomach, tracing each torturous boulevard of her frame, all the way up to the base of her neck. Makoto licked his lips, nodding. This was insane, he thought. It was totally inappropriate to be thinking these things about a fellow classmate and member of S.E.E.S. He did not care in the slightest. "You were fantasizing about me in the shower again, weren't you?" Mitsuru questioned. "How did you describe it last time? I would come out of the steamy restroom, wearing nothing but a towel, then I would let the towel fall to the floor and invite you to come ravish me?" Makoto gulped and nodded, a hypnotized look in his eyes. "Yeah..." "You were also fantasizing about my br@@sts as well, weren't you? And how full and plump and round they were." "Yeah..." he said with increased intensity. He was drooling at this point. "You wanna shove your face in between these big, beautiful t@ts, don't you, big boy?!" "Yes!" He cried, diving forward, plating his face deep into the crevice of her b@@bs like a shovel dug into fresh snow. She moaned raucously. She was more than happy to give in to his worship of her femininity. Their love was an unstoppable force at this point. Nothing could prevent the inevitable drilling about to commence. He triumphantly placed himself between her thighs, parted them, and impatiently made the foregone conclusion a reality, entering her with a sickening, wet suction. She was as warm as the outside. They both took a swig of water. Makoto boldly took his bottle and doused her torso in the cool liquid. Warm p@ssy, and the cool drips of water convalescing over the canvas of her chest and tummy. A dream-like sensory juxtaposition. His d@ck drove and planted, his hands used her hips for leverage, delving up and in, teasing that g-spot just enough to rake in her attention. She pulled herself up to him, latching on to him like a lamprey. She made it clear that her guts were his to rearrange. Mirsuru always commented and conducted herself with respect and dignity while cruising the campus of Gekkoukan High School. Tonight, in contrast, she was asking her lover to bite her neck and dig his fingernails into her ass enough to draw blood. Wet, hot friction and breath, her tongue scraped along his teeth like tiny pins and needles. She bit and nibbled his lips, the need for his manhood extending the plane of desire to the deepest cellar of her subconscious. If Artemisia was her other self, she was undoubtedly a freak as well. They humped like wild animals. Mitsuru didn't even care that her boyfriend just threw a bottle of water in her face, getting her hair all wet. The sensation was actually rather pleasant. "Naughty boy..." Mitsuru hummed before taking her own bottle and splashing his face in turn. The pair giggled, now soaking wet from head to toe. The refreshing drip of cool water provided some much-needed relief from the heat and succeeded in their goal of making the sex better and steamier. To hell with the dorm. The hinges of Mitsuru's restraint derailed. She didn't care if the whole building could hear the rocking of the mattress and the waves of sexual conquest being undertaken. Akihiko, Iori, Fuuka, even Ken—she didn't give a f@ck. She was getting plugged by top-tier d@ck and she didn't care who knew. "Oh.... GOD YES!" Even if Takeba scolded and judged her the next day, the Kirijo heir would chalk it up to mere jealousy. Makoto growled with sheer, unadulterated happiness, he could motorboat these t@ts for hours if he wanted. He would swear he was not a sexist pig or some lust-crazed maniac, but the way she looked at him, whenever she presented herself to him in that skimpy lingerie he was so fond of, turned him into a wolf-whistling, lecherous horn dog. She was simply that beautiful, enough to turn quiet Makoto Yuuki into a molten blob of sexual want. Mitsuru considered this revenge for turning her, usually the most intelligent and mature member of the dorm, into a squealing wh@r@ begging for him to go deeper. Her panting fell in time with his thrusts. In, out, in, out, the roller coaster chugging along up the track, up and up, and up. She could feel her climax loading, he could as well. Her br@@sts and ass jiggled as Mitsuru balanced her hand over the back of his head, looking up at him with floaty admiration. "You like pulling my hair? Slapping my ass, Yuuki-kun?" "Yeah..." "You wanna own this ass, you want it in your bed all night, every night, don't you?" "Yes, Kirijo-senpai, I need it so bad!" "This tight, rich-girl p@ssy drives you crazy, doesn't it? You act like a model student and a gentleman out in public, but in here, you're a beast! You wanna touch me, bite me, pound me into the mattress!" "Yes!" "You wanna cum inside this sweaty, naughty student council president?!" "YES! F@CK YES!!!" "THEN DO IT, MAKOTO! TAKE ME RIGHT NOW! EMPTY YOURSELF INTO MY RAW P@SSY!" Makoto and Mitsuru hollered enough to disturb the other dorm members. Picture frames jostled, and small knick-knacks shifted in the hallways. Creaking furniture and the muffled rhythmic cries of "YES! YES! YES! F@CK ME! F@CK ME! F@CK ME!" echoed shamelessly throughout the dorm. Akihiko covered his ears with his pillow. Poor Ken-kun rocked back and forth in his bed with a thousand-yard stare, traumatized by what he had heard through the thin walls. Fuuka just laid in her bed with an uncomfortable blush on her cheeks, as did Junpei. Yukari was indeed a little ticked off that her classmates couldn't keep their love life private. Koromaru just scratched his ear and went on his normal dog business. Aigis was in standby mode, blissfully unaware. The red and blue-haired pair lay naked on top of Makoto's quilt. They dripped with sweat and droplets of bottled water. Mitsuru's middle third, thighs, stomach, and genitals vaguely sprinkled with her boyfriend's genetics. The breathing was heavy and cathartic. Seems they did more than just make out. ~~~~~ A quick brush of the hair, and a hasty readjustment of buttons and bow, could not hide last night's debauchery from Yukari first thing in the morning. Yukari sat in Mitsuru's parlor while the redhead showered. They conversed, one noticeably more embarrassed than the other. "Senpai. What. The HELL?" Mitsuru could hear her friend's complaints from the next room. She just continued showering. She sighed, trying not to throw gas on the fire. "Other people live here, you know," Yukari said with a scoff. Mitsuru wasn't in the mood for a fight, especially after the wonderful night she had. She simply dried herself off, wrapped a towel, got dressed, and walked past Takeba without a word. Some things didn't need justification. The heat can make a person do wild things.'
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