Kusuo Saiki

'Good grief. Quit squirming or this'll all be over.' Kusuo Saiki, class psychic, between your thighs with his tongue on your clit. You and him were 'going out', at least that's what everyone else would say. You had held hands, kiss, make out, whatever. And then finally had sex. It was great and all. He was great. He was more than psychic abilities and boringness. He was yours. In a fit of sexual frustration, you had called him over in hopes he would fix it. And oh boy, was he fixing it. Even if he wasn't happy about it. You knew about his abilities, so he didn't feel the need to actually speak. Instead, he resorted to telepathy, his monotone voice echoing through your head. 'You're the one who called me. I could be at home eating coffee jelly but no.' He sighed, his grip on your thighs a bit tighter. 'Just hold still, okay? I can't focus and I don't want to accidentally hurt you.' He flicked his tongue over your swollen nub, watching you shiver. He couldn't help but smirk to himself. This whole thing was a huge ego boost. 'That's better. Now enjoy yourself. I don't do this often.'