BIRTHDAY QUICK FIC 2024: November 7-Alya Kujou (Roshidere)

Fandom: Roshidere/Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian

Summary: Trying to pretend he doesn’t know what Alya is saying and how she feels finally gets to be too much for Masachika one day in the student council room. (Masachika/Alya)

Content Warnings/Themes: Aged-up characters, kissing, cunnilingus

“I wish you would kiss me.”

Masachika balled his hands into fists as Alya spoke to him in Russian. Her face was expressionless, and her voice didn't sound overly emotional, so anyone who'd heard her speak without understanding the language wouldn't have ever suspected that she was flirting. But Masachika did speak Russian, so he had to close his eyes and ball his fists to hide his reaction to what she'd said to him as they sat together in the student council room after school.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know she had feelings for him. She hadn’t come right out and said it, at least not in Japanese, but the way she acted around him was obvious enough. He knew how she felt about him, and he also knew how he felt about her. They'd also cleared up all the confusion about the true nature of his relationship with Yuki, so that major obstacle was out of the way. But he still felt his throat constrict when he tried to figure out how he was meant to bridge the gap, tell Alya how he felt about her, and navigate the potential problems that could wreck everything.

He knew how lucky he was to have a girl as amazing as Alya interested in him, but his problems were twofold. One, there was confessing his feelings to the silver-haired beauty. He'd been hoping that she might confess how she felt in Japanese, which would solve at least a part of the problem. But it was increasingly apparent by this point that she wasn't going to tell him how she felt in Japanese. He'd heard her call him cute, confess her feelings, and express her desires too many times to count, but only ever in Russian.

And that was where the other half of his dilemma came in. How was he going to reveal that he had always been able to understand what she said when she spoke in Russian? He could see her blushing and wanting to die from embarrassment once she learned that the feelings and confessions she thought she’d been hiding when she talked to him in Russian had never been hidden from him at all. That didn’t even feel like the worst-case scenario, either. What if, mixed in with the embarrassment, was anger? They’d known each other for all this time, and he’d let her go on thinking that he didn’t speak or understand Russian. What if revealing the truth made her furious with him and ruined their would-be relationship before it could even start?

“You look so anxious,” she said, still looking at him casually. “I wish I had the courage to kiss your worries away, and hug you until you’re calm. I want that more than anything. I want you to hold me in your arms and never let go.”

He blew out a breath and looked away. This was killing him. It had been hard enough to keep this secret when the things she said in Russian were merely embarrassing, but the closer they got, the more passionate her confessions. If only she would say this to him in Japanese so he could ease his way into the pair of confessions he wanted to make to her! But that bout of courage from her didn’t seem to be coming. She continued to hide her feelings in Russian, and it was up to him to either feign ignorance or take a chance. He knew the latter could blow up in his face, but the urge to be bold and make his feelings clear grew every time she said something like this. And here and now, with it being just the two of them remaining in the student council room after school, there were no obstacles to get in the way. It was only his own fears that held him back, but for how much longer?

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much. Do you love me, too?”

This wasn't the first time Alya had told him she loved him in Russian. It wasn't even the fifth or tenth time. But he'd finally reached his breaking point, and not even the possibility of the revealed truth ruining everything could stop him. Before he could second-guess himself or let his fears catch up to him, he got up, pushed his chair back, and stood up. The abruptness of it must have startled Alya because she got up too and watched him uncertainly as he came to stand in front of her.

“Masachika?” she asked, gasping in surprise as he took her hands in his. He hadn’t known exactly what he was going to say or how he was going to handle his confession. He’d just gotten up impulsively, hoping that the right words would come when he needed them.

“I love you, too, Alya,” he said. Her mouth formed an O, her blue eyes went wider than he’d ever seen them, and a deep blush suffused her cheeks. He wondered what came as the biggest shock for her between his love confession and his speaking to her in Russian. Either way, he felt a great weight lift from his shoulders when he finally confessed everything. Before his confidence failed him, he was going to show her how he felt, too. While still holding onto her hands, he leaned his head in toward her, moving slowly enough to hopefully give her time to get over her shock.

At first, she stood completely still while his lips lightly pressed against hers. But after a few terrifying seconds, her hands came up to grab his shoulders, and she started to kiss him back.

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“Yes! Right there; Masachika! Just like that! Your tongue feels so good!” Alya knew that he understood her now. There was no hiding anything for either of them.

He hadn't known what to expect when he confessed to her in Russian and kissed her, good or bad. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected it to end like this, with Alya's panties down around her ankle while she sat on the edge of the table so he could kneel, throw her legs over his shoulders, and eat her out. It felt like they were skipping a few steps here, but after all the time they'd spent with her hiding her feelings and him hiding that he understood her all along, maybe it wasn't such a surprise that they were letting their lust and repressed feelings run wild.

He’d never done this before, but thankfully, she had no problem telling him exactly what she wanted and what felt good. Her exclamations of excitement when his tongue started licking her had been incredible enough for him to listen to, but now that she’d guided his attention to her clit, he got to enjoy the satisfaction of driving Alya wild. Her hands held onto the back of his head, her legs shook on his shoulders, and she continued to enthusiastically praise his effort in Russian. Going down on Alya and feeling every bit of her pleasure was not how he thought he’d be using his mouth so soon after revealing the truth, but he much preferred this anyway. Tasting Alya’s arousal on his tongue was so much better than talking could possibly be.

“Oh, yes! Keep going! Just a little more, Masachika! So good! Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

She pushed on the back of his head and clamped her legs against the side of his head, holding on tight while she came. Masachika was blown away by how intense her climax was, and he felt lucky as hell to see, feel, and taste this side of her. He continued to lick her as he waited for her to ride out her high and gave her inner thigh a soft kiss once she finally relaxed and let go of his head. Her hands still stayed on his head, though now she just combed her fingers through it rather than applying any pressure.

“I love you, Alya,” he said again. He’d already said it in Russian, but saying it in Japanese for the first time brought another smile to her face.

“Say it again, in Russian,” she said, her voice sounding somewhat drowsy and dazed on the heels of her climax.

“I love you, Alya." She giggled, pushed his head back, and hopped up from the desk.

“I love you, too,” she said while pushing him up against the edge of the table and dropping to her knees. “We’re going to have to have a long talk about you being able to speak Russian later.” Her fingers found his zipper and started to pull. “But first, it’s your turn.”