Aoi x Sleepy Makoto - by Mukurofag and Anon

Mikan got into bed with hajime cause she was exhausted and nearly smothered him to death with her boobs

so what would asahina's excuse for nearly suffocating makoto be?

She was cold and Naegi just looked so warm sleeping there.
Alternatively, she's making Makoto prove that she really does have womanly charms

Asahina hazards a wayward arch toward his loins for a... proof of concept.

Just to make sure that she understands how it works, right? She's pretty clueless about boys after all.

Flash of panic - a shiver up her spine, curling dumbfounded at the firm touch of his undeniable rigidity.

She knows she shouldn't be doing this while he's asleep, but she's captivated now... His boxers slipped off so easily, and he's still sleeping soundly.

>*Just... just a little stroke - that's all. You'll be up and out for doughnuts long before he wakes up.*

>With one of her arms wrapped behind Makoto's head, she'd reach down and stroke up to his glans with one finger.
>Feels kinda weird. So hard and cartilage-y, but throbbing...

>*So... warm.* She thought, as her fingers curled around his girth. *I can feel it.*

>Naegi starts oozing some clear fluid out of his tip as she gently feels up his penis

>*So... this is 'pre-cum'?* She breathed, quietly - a shudder at the viscosity upon the pad of her index, gooey... yet slimy and runny, simultaneously.

>Wiping the slime off on the base of Naegi's balls, she accidentally pressed on a soft lump near the base of his penis, causing another spurt of clear fluid to squirt out, all over his barely-visible abs

>Quickly - carefully... she clambers off of the bed, her jacket, shorts, and shoes ignored, as her bare feet hurry her for the infirmary. An unremarkable bottle of a particular, cliche substance beckoning her, sloshing in the forefront of her narrowed mind.
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>Bottle in hand, she poured a modest amount onto a handkerchief, gingerly, evenly soaking into the cloth. She then draped it across Naegi's restful face, neither wafting it nor pressing it.
>*S-Seventeen to twenty minutes.* She nodded to herself. *That should be long enough. Don't want to poison him, after all.*
>"G-Go... gomenasai, Naegi Makoto." She whispered... her thumbs hooked onto the waistband of her panties. "But... but I can't take it, anymore."

>Slipping her panties off one leg, then the other, she slowly climbed on top of Naegi, straddling his erect, well lubed cock.
>Overcome with nervousness, she slowly squatted down, covering her mouth with one hand, and began to rub her slit up and down his penis.

>*He's not going to wake up.* She coached herself. *He's not going to wake up!*
>She braved it in earnest, touching him - *feeling* him... his quintessential strength gliding along the breadth of she at her most vulnerable-
>-"Ooh!" She flinched.
>It touched her, truly: The swell of his crown against her veneer - an inadvertent probe into her depths. It... *hurt*. A flash of pain striking fromst her core, but it hadn't torn....
>*...Yet.* Her lips pressed, firmly.

>She couldn't help but let out a faint moan as she slid over him and her body filled with strange new feelings. This was nothing like the showerhead she'd hold close to her body when she needed relief, this was real, warm, and enticing in a way she couldn't describe.

>*G-God...* she whimpered, softly, *it hurts.*
>Little by little; centimeter by millimeter, she urged herself to take him - feeling it stretch, wincing at the tiniest of tears, as she felt to be splitting asunder. So hard, so warm... so very, very *warm*!
>She had to look; if only his simple headboard had a mirror!
>Pink a thin ribbon down his modest length - *her* pink... her hopes, dreams, and aspirations trickling upon his loins, pooling into a future uncertain.
>*D-Dig deep...* she focused through gritting teeth, *almost there...! One... final push - let yourself go!*
>A breath drawn sharp and quick, she shoved-
>-"*Aahh...!*"