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Notes: Once again, this was written by my partner, BottomBitch. If you're interested in more of their work, hit up their AO3. You can find their commission info here.

After having been dating him for over two months without him even trying to kiss her, Futaba was beginning to wonder whether Mishima even had it in him to make a move. She'd just have to do it for him, she reasoned, and after half an hour of watching him debate whether to move an arm around her as they sat in the movies together, she let out an exasperated sigh and leaned down, planting her hand in his lap and her head mere inches above it.

"Futaba, what are you—" was all that he managed before her fingers slipped into his belt and pulled it open, then worked his pants open before fishing his cock out of them. He was still flaccid, but that didn't stop her from slowly stroking him.

"Keep your eyes on the movie unless you want people to get suspicious," she muttered, then leaned down to take the head of his slowly-hardening shaft into her mouth. Mishima leaned his head back, wanting to respond with the fact that they would have looked suspicious either way, but he had just gone from failing to flirt with his girlfriend to having his cock sucked. For the first time ever! He wasn't going to risk cutting that short. One of his hands moved to the back of her head to ride her motions, and he did his best to look inconspicuous, though his success was questionable.

Above the sounds of the movie, he couldn't hear the sounds of her slurping, but he could feel it—he didn't recognise it for the show of desperation that it was, but he was desperate himself. Futaba's hand slipped into his pants to pull them down a little further, and she began to massage his balls between her fingers and palm, her head bobbing as she sucked more of his inexperienced shaft into her mouth. She had only ever practised on toys before, but that practise would only get her so far, and by the time she neared the base of his shaft she was struggling to take him any further.

As it turned out, she didn't have to, because it was around then, mere moments into the blowjob proper, that Mishima let out a pleasured grunt and blew his load into her mouth. Futaba took it in stride, closing her eyes as she swallowed down the entire load, then pulled up, helping him quickly fix his pants and belt back into place.

"I can't believe you just—" he managed, before she pressed a kiss against his lips.

"Shut up and enjoy the movie, Mishima."