content intro + other info
this extra was inspired by some reader input i received several times
this extra occurs immediately following the ending of fin
n s f w
just a reminder that those involved are 18+ years of age— consenting adults— at the time of this extra.
keep this in mind as you decide whether or not this extra is appropriate for you to read.
if you are not at a suitable age, i wouldn't encourage reading further.

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"... (Y/N)? Are you asleep?"

"... Yes, I'm asleep."

"Ah, I see. Good night—"

"—Asahi, I'm very much awake."

I open my eyes to be met with darkness against Asahi's chest. As I prop myself up on the bed, the bright light above us is blinding enough that I scrunch up my face in response.

"I thought you might have been awake," Asahi says, taking the moment to slowly sit up against the bed frame.

"Yeah... I could have fallen asleep though, to be honest," I respond with a quiet laugh. "You're very warm."

Asahi lets out a similar laugh while rubbing at the back of his head. "If you'd like, I can turn off the light if you're tired? We can, um... get some rest now."

"Oh! That would be good," I nod, and quickly Asahi gets up.

He only needs to take a step to reach the light switch. I watch as his arm extends towards it, just to falter as his fingers touch the lever. It seems as if he is tentative to carry through, despite his offer to do so in the first place.

But Asahi manages to switch off the light eventually, and his footsteps are gentle on the carpet before a pause occurs. At some point, I feel his weight shifting slowly next to me on the mattress, and I can only think of one thing at this moment.

"Asahi, your jacket is still on, isn't it?" I ask, and he makes a surprised sound in response.

"Oh, right!" He exclaims, and in the darkness, I see his silhouette shuffle off his coat just to appear confused thereafter on where to put it.

"Let me help you!" I say, taking the coat from his hands without knowing what to do next. The darkness of the room does nothing to help, and instinctively I do what I would have done provided I was alone in my dorm.

"Sorry, I'll just— let me—" I stammer, crawling over the other side of the mattress to reach the night table where my reading lamp is. With the click of the switch, the immediate area is illuminated by warm, careful light.

As soon as things become perceivable, the first thing I notice are Asahi's eyes staring right into mine as I turn my head towards him. Only now, as we stare into each other's eyes and his cheeks are flushed red do I realize the precariousness of my motions.

Following my attempt to turn on the lamp, I have the one hand outstretched towards the switch and the other pinning Asahi's coat against the edge of the mattress. Asahi and I only continue to stare at each other as I am crawled over top of his lap, and the nape of my neck catches a chill.

"I-I'll just put the thing on the floor, hope that's okay!" I say hurriedly, tossing the coat down before turning away.

"That-that's fine! It's not expensive or anything, you can throw it anywhere!" Asahi says as I take my rightful spot on the mattress with my back towards him, shutting my eyes tightly.

Just what was I thinking when I asked Asahi to stay the night? Of course, I miss him. Having not seen him in months and finally seeing him again today must have made my mouth move quicker than my rationale. But now what? What sort of expectation does this put on either one of us?

Though, it's not something that hasn't been mulling around in my mind, especially in these past months. Feeling as if I was missing Asahi more and more each day, inevitably the idea of this came to my thoughts once or twice. Despite this being so, there never felt like the perfect moment to discuss it with him because of the great distance between us.

I can only wonder if this has crossed his mind as well.

Akin to previous occasions, I find myself facing a challenge created by my own doing, and I try to think of ways to rectify the situation. But suddenly, his voice disrupts the tension.

"... (Y/N)?"

At first, I feel unwilling to respond. Out of embarrassment at myself, I feel as if the words can't leave my mouth. Perhaps luckily for me, Asahi doesn't seem to need my acknowledgment to continue.

"I'm..." He trails off quietly behind me. "I'm not sure how best to say this."

In an instant, I turn to face him with curiosity. I was not prepared to see him continuing to sit against the headboard, hand gripped tightly over the other. The warm light of the lamp bleeds across his face, which is adorned by an unclear expression under a tint of red.

"What is it, Asahi?" I prompt, sitting up on the bed and leaning against the wall.

"I... well—" he chokes out, unable to stare anywhere but at the wrinkled sheets underneath us. "Sorry... I know we haven't talked about this before..."

My eyes widen in response and suddenly I can't find it in myself to meet gazes either. There could be nothing else that he is alluding to when he says that.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't intend to put you in an uncomfortable situation," I say remorsefully, and Asahi doesn't respond immediately. I imagine that he may be thinking about taking the Shinkansen back to Miyagi Prefecture, until he speaks again.

"I... I don't want you to think that I feel uncomfortable."

Surprised, I look at him again just to see that his head is still turned down.

"(Y/N), I know we haven't had the time to talk about... um..." Asahi murmurs, hesitating on the words I already had on my mind. I nod fervently as if to have him continue, and he does.

"I hope to express this in the best way," Asahi says, and I notice his grip tighten on his other hand while his face appears redder. "To be truthful, I'm not experienced. But, I always want you to feel comfortable."

Asahi, at this moment, looks up to meet eyes with me as heat radiates off of my cheeks just the same.

"I love you. I want to do... only the things that you feel okay with."

My breath catches in my throat as I realize that he needs a response. The answer is as clear as day in my mind, but at this moment, expected nervousness courses through my body and the words don't leave my mouth instantly.

"... I... I want... it. With you." I say hesitantly, and watching Asahi's expression, his eyes widen to an extent never seen by me. While I wonder if his heartbeat is racing as fast as mine, the look of surprise leaves his face to be replaced with a gentle smile.

Slowly, he moves himself closer to me. Though my heart feels about ready to explode out of my chest, I make my way towards him just the same. Both of us making marginal strides at a time to reach the other, there finally comes a point where we are only centimetres apart.

Almost arm-to-arm, I find that neither of us can immediately meet eyes. Thinking on it, nothing that Asahi said made me feel uneasy. Though neither one of us seems to have the experience to know how to carry on, my mind drifts to the one thing that I know for certain I can do.

"I love you, Asahi," I say quietly, taking this moment to look up and exchange glances.

The blush is everlasting on his face, but what draws me closer is the quiet look of gladness that appears on his face, just as he lifts a hand closer to mine.

With the pad of his thumb, he strokes once across the front of my cheekbone to my ear, tracing down to my jaw with the rest of his fingers.

"I love you too, (Y/N)," Asahi says, and his fingers make their way up to the tip of my chin. He tilts my head up slowly so that his gentle breaths linger with mine, and soon enough, I feel our lips touch.

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Like each time before, the motions of this act make my heart thump against my chest wildly, even though it seems that Asahi is being shyer than usual. He seems to move more delicately in this moment, perhaps not wanting to take his initial words about my comfort lightly.

Taken by the bursting feeling in my chest, I press the palms of my hands to the mattress to lean in closer to him. As our lips continue to move with each other, our breaths gradually become less regulated and we both pull away shortly after, but stay close enough to keep our foreheads together.

Without thinking of more than my increased desire for him, as close as we are, I press my lips to his again, and he responds immediately just the same. This time, I hesitantly swipe my tongue across his bottom lip, and I feel his breath hitch slightly. Even so, his lips part and soon, our tongues move intricately with each other.

Suddenly, Asahi's arm wraps around the small of my back, constricting me tightly against him. In an instant, I feel him bring me to a laying position with him suspended over my side. With his hand still underneath me, he takes the other hesitantly and grazes his fingertips along my forehead to my cheek, all while our lips continue to connect.

Eventually he pulls away, and we're both overtaken by breathlessness. He pushes himself up to a straightened kneeling position, gripping at the hem of his sweater to take off.

Above me, Asahi towers over with his sweater taken off, and the outlines of his toned body are ever present, overcast by the warm light of my lamp. Previously hidden by his long sleeves, his arms are decorated with veins that cascade down to his knuckles. Between all of his fingers hangs his sweater, which he hovers lightly over his legs.

Suddenly worried that I have been staring for longer than intended, I remove my upper garment just the same and toss it to the side, waiting for his reaction. With frozen eyes, I only notice how flustered he begins to look, as his focus is unwavering on my bare body.

He stays this way even as I raise myself to a similar kneeling position, taking his shoulders in my hands. As I get centimetres away from his face with mine, his gaze finally shifts to me with those widened eyes. I bring my lips to his once more, and eventually press my body to his while locking an arm around his nape. As he gets used to the position, his hand travels to my back, moving gently down from my shoulder blades to the small of it.

My heart races faster as we continue the kiss, and my free hand inches closer to the part of his body covered by the sweater in his hands. As my fingers lightly tap the fabric, I carefully loop behind it to come in contact with his belt buckle. I feel his body go slightly rigid before relaxing again, and this time, he takes the initiative in our kiss with his tongue.

Hesitantly, I use my fingertips and slide them down over the top of his pants, just until I feel a significant ridge.

"Hn—!" Asahi breathes into my mouth, and my hand travels back up to start unbuckling his belt.

As it comes undone, he drops the sweater to the floor and begins to work at his pants button. Quickly, the zipper sounds and he pulls away from me in this moment to stand on the floor and take the garment off in full. As he turns to face me, having lied down on the bed again, I can't find it in myself to look at him anywhere except for his eyes.

Slowly, he makes his way to me, and lightly his fingers rest on the lip of my pants.

"I'll—" he stops himself for a moment, continuing to look at me with eyes reflecting concern, yet underlying desire. "I'll do it, too."

Holding my breath, I nod, and I watch as his hands curl into the top of my garment and pull down gently. As it comes off and he leaves it to the floor, he takes a crawling position as he moves forward to hover completely over me. He first looks at me before his gaze drifts to my hips and up my torso, before moving his hand to my hip. Meeting my eyes again, he almost seems to do so for guidance; I lay my hand over his and lead it up until it reaches just beneath my breast.

Without thinking much more, I guide his hand over it. Watching his face, his eyes seem to glaze over for a moment before I finally feel a slight grasp on my chest.

My face beginning to feel warm, I close my eyes until suddenly, I feel Asahi's lips on my neck.

He kisses lightly against it, trailing from where my chest starts to the tip of my jaw, and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck in response. Continuing to close my eyes, I focus on the feel of his breath and his lips moving up. As he reaches my ear, he moves lightly around it, and I can't help but let out a breathy exclaim.

He freezes, drawing himself slightly away but staying close enough for me to hear his breathing in my ear. His hand on my chest travels down the opposite way, stopping at the band of my underwear.

"(Y/N)... can I?" Asahi says, and with my heart pounding deeply, I nod.

"Yes."

He raises his body slightly to look at the area between us, and I feel his hand slip quietly inside the garment. Gently, his fingertips glide down in between and I inadvertently let out a mewl as he comes in contact with the surface at the top.

Quickly, his eyes and burning cheeks face me once more, and I feel my face get hot in embarrassment.

"It... feels good there?" He asks softly, and all I can do is nod. As he focuses on the spot, stroking it slowly in circles, I can't part with the intense feeling in my body. The more that he does, the more that my breathing becomes audible and my legs cramp against his wrist.

Without getting the chance to see his expression, Asahi dips his head down slightly to meet the pillow, letting out a quiet groan. On the other side of my head, his other hand is balled into a fist with the sheets caught inside. Continuing to feel his motions and slowly becoming more and more undone with time, I feel some of his fingers drift down in between again, putting slight pressure inward.

"(Y/N), can I continue?" He says breathily as he raises his head again, and the sound of his voice fluttering into my ear causes goosebumps.

"Please," I answer, looking into his eyes, which close in response just as longing appears on his face and he inserts a finger into me slowly. The pressure feels strange, but Asahi goes at a pace that only goes so far as to make my eyebrows push together.

"It's okay?" Asahi confirms.

I nod fervently, "y-yes... please keep going."

His pace increases ever so slightly. Soon enough, his finger is pumping at a consistent rate that along with my laboured breaths is the sound of squelching beneath him. The feeling that arises in the pit of my stomach intensifies as he continues, and my breaths turn sharp and inconsistent.

"Ah... hn— ah, please..." are the only things I can manage to say as my coming-undone feeling becomes greater and I have to wrestle his wrist with both hands. Placing a palm over his hand, I feel his complete motions as he continues to feel inside, and the sudden dripping of liquid that cascades down his his hand and then envelops mine propels my desire forward.

"Asahi, can you..." I trail off, feeling a slight lapse of embarrassment. Looking at him, he carries the prolonged blush on his cheeks.

"Can you... put another one inside?" I ask tentatively, and though I see his expected look of surprise, he follows through.

"Ah— Ah...! Ha...!" I can't help but exclaim as another finger goes in and he keeps the same pace.

He groans again, this time looking at me with a pained expression. "I'm sorry (Y/N), I'm just..."

With his head dipped down, it brings my gaze to where his underwear sits on him, marked significantly by the shadow of his hardened length.

"I... want you so much," he says softly.

Feeling myself pulsate inadvertently at the sight of him in this way, I glance up at him once more. "I'm ready."

Asahi soon removes his fingers from me, and I let out a quiet, pleasured sigh. At the same time, we remove our undergarments in full and look at each other. He seems to be intimidated for a moment, but follows up with a question.

"Do you have any protection? I'm sorry, I didn't bring any, I wasn't expecting..." he says with a hint of regret, and I wave it away.

"I do," I say, reaching for the night table compartment to hand him a condom. "They gave these out at orientation."

"Ah!" Asahi says with surprise. Not dwelling on it any further, he slips it on.

I watch as he positions himself at my entrance, glancing at me as if to confirm one last time. I nod, and his tip begins to enter the threshold.

"Please tell me if you feel uncomfortable," he says in a whisper, all the while slowly entering more and more.

"It... hurts... a bit," I say rigidly, and he pauses instantly, to my surprise. I grip his forearms on either side of me before shaking my head.

"Asahi, it's okay. I want you to keep going." I say, and he appears hesitant to do so at first. But, with the truthful gaze I set on him, he continues.

Pumping his length into me, I begin to hear his breaths become more audible, and soon enough, I begin to feel the gradual lust in the pit of my stomach and my limbs relaxing. He moves in and out at a gentle pace, that it almost feels frustratingly slow soon enough.

"Asahi..." I trail off, and his movements start to slow even more. "You can go faster."

His eyes widen and he responds with a look of concern as his hand trails across my head. "Are you sure, (Y/N)?"

I nod my head fervently, placing a delicate hand on his heated cheek. "Please. I want you."

Though initially hesitant, this admission seems to be enough for him, as his pacing hastens against me so that the rhythm of light slapping fills the air.

"Ah... (Y/N)... (Y/N)..." Asahi says breathlessly as he begins to thrust deeper inside of me. With his head hanging down over mine, bundles of his loose hair fall over me and sway with his movements.

"Ha... hn— ha... A-Asahi...!" My voice flutters as I wrap my arms around his neck and instinctively move my hips with his, adding to the feeling of pleasure.

"Ah!" He exclaims, putting forward one intense thrust that I cry out— from there, his motions begin to feel weaker, almost as if he is holding himself back.

"(Y/N), is everything—"

"—Faster," I breath heavily into his neck, "please, Asahi."

Suddenly, his hips meet and pull away from mine at a pace I haven't yet felt, and the sound of his skin making contact with mine at his rate becomes much louder.

A newer feeling overtakes me, as Asahi's length begins to hit the right spot over and over, with intensity unlike him. The more that he thrusts into me, the harder he groans and the harder it becomes to keep my arms around him.

At once, my arms fall from his neck and rest on the mattress, and I can't help but cry out every time his length strikes my spot.

Asahi's breaths go into disarray as his pace settles into a steady stream of powerful thrusts. Continuing to murmur my name with the little breath he has on reserve, he messily grasps one of my fallen hands with one of his, pressing them both deep into my mattress.

The force of his movements start to make my head tap against the headboard intermittently. Yet, all I can focus on are the salacious motions of his length, the way that sweat is slowly producing on his chest and brow, and his look of pleasure as his eyebrows are being furrowed. I begin to tighten around him with prolonged gratification, and in the same movements, he begins to twitch.

"A-Asahi, I'm... I'm close..." I say in a whisper, and his reddened face of shy gratification looks me down.

"H-hold on to me, then," he suggests, and with my free arm, I do as he says and wraps it around his back, teeming with perspiration. With my hand, I reach for his loose hair, sliding my fingertips up and gripping at bunches of strands.

Keeping his movements powerful, he starts to quicken his pace again, and I carry myself close to his chest in pleasure. With his movements making my legs start to shakily clamp against him and toes curl in the sheets, the high feels closer and closer in achievement.

"(Y/N)..." Asahi trails off, his voice sounding more strained and motions becoming messier. "(Y/N)... ah, (Y/N)...! I'm...!"

His tip strikes against the right spot only a few more times before I cry out one last time, lurching my hips closer to his. I feel an intensity wash over me, starting from our point of contact and moving all the way through my body to pierce my chest.

Soon enough, the same feeling seems to overtake Asahi, as his thrusts become completely undone and his breaths become more careless and increase in frequency. They become sharper until the moment when his thrust strikes hardest and he releases a lengthened groan, falling on top of me in the process.

As we both pant over each other, I cradle Asahi's head, which he has positioned right underneath my neck. Stroking his hair, I close my eyes.

".. I love you, Asahi."

"I love you, (Y/N)... so much."

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I wake up the next morning because of a cold wind against my bare shoulder. My eyes flutter open hesitantly as the bright sunlight streams through the window, overtaking the lamp light next to me in power. With squinted eyes, I switch off the lamp and stretch out slowly, only noticing the arm laying across the bottom of my chest as I look down.

Next to me, Asahi is sleeping soundly faced my way. I watch as his side rises and falls gently, and his lips part in the slightest to let air out. His eyelashes appear long as they lay flat against his cheeks, and his hair drapes clumsily over his face.

Not wanting to look away, I eventually do so in order to recover from the night before. I manage to sit up in bed, looking down at the floor to see his clothing and mine scattered all around, layering each other as naturally as possible from our act.

"(Y/N)?" I hear Asahi's voice in a raspy manner behind me, and I whip my head around to see his tired eyes gazing upon me.

"Good morning," I say with a shy smile as I recall the events from before.

Asahi appears to react similarly, as his face starts to turn red again looking at my back, bare. "Ah, um, good morning."

I turn away again to focus on the clothing when I notice the white cotton t-shirt sitting inside of his sweater. Pulling it out from the layer, I hold it up in front of Asahi, who continues to lie under the blanket.

"Would it be okay if I wore this for now? Your shirt." I ask, and his eyebrows raise before he nods his head quickly.

"Of course!" He says, sitting up slowly and scooting over to me.

"I might be too tall to wear your shirt," he says, looking down at the pile of clothes the same as me.

I let out a laugh before putting on his shirt and attempting to stand up. As my legs try to support my body, I wince slightly.

"Is everything okay?" Asahi asks, and I look at him to see that he's staring at my knees, which seem to be buckling slightly out of my control.

"Ah, yes, things are okay. Just some soreness, maybe..." I trail off nonchalantly, not wanting him to become concerned as I walk to my closet to put on a new pair of underwear.

"(Y/N)... it didn't hurt more than you said, did it?" Asahi responds with furrowed eyebrows, just as I was thinking.

"No, no, of course not," I say, bringing my hands together and stepping towards him delicately.

Somehow, it feels as if some of the feelings of last night remain at this moment. Paired with an Asahi I have not yet seen, one who looks back at me with tired eyes and hoarseness in his voice, I feel my chest stir again.

"Asahi..." I trail off, setting my hands on his shoulders. He looks up at me with curious eyes as I stand before him, and the stirring feeling makes a choice for me as I climb onto his lap haphazardly.

"... Are you still tired?" I say gently, placing a hand onto his cheek, which immediately warms and turns red as his eyes grow big.

His response doesn't come as words, but in the way that his hands travel to my hips, grasping firmly.

"Ah..." I say, bringing my face closer to his that the tips of our noses touch, until I take his shoulders and push them back, pinning him on the mattress. Hovering over him, I see his exaggerated look of surprise in full-view. Laying a quick peck on his parted lips, I give him a gentle smile.

"... Maybe you can rest this time."

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