Candy Coated Kisses
A Kuroi Mato and Takanashi Yomi Fanfiction
By Nagone
Summary: Yomi and Mato escape from their class on an extended bathroom break.
Rated: M
Genre: Romance
Author's Note: This is a simple one shot that I wrote When I probably should have been paying attention in class. Inspiration struck and this is the fruit of my very quick labors. Enjoy.
Something metal crashed to the floor of the broom closet outside of classroom 1-B. The two figures inside of it stopped, pausing and going still, suddenly willing themselves to be as innocuous as the brooms, cleaners, and mops of the cluttered space.
"Yomi, be more quiet," Mato shyly said, pressing closer to the back of the broom closet. A shelf sharply jabbed at the small of her back, but she didn't care.
"We're fine, Mato. Quit worrying," Yomi whispered. She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting across the shell of Mato's ear. Mato shivered and Yomi felt the girl slide down a bit, her knees shaking from arousal. Yomi smiled and hitched up Mato's pleated skirt, sliding her hands up the girls panties, pressing her hips down against the shelf. She winked at Mato and, without warning, pressing her lips to the girl's forcefully.
Mato's lips tasted like candy, sweet, tacky, sticky, innocent and delicious. They were addictive, raw, bruised, and parted just for her. Yomi inhaled the scent of her bubblegum lipgloss as she kissed the petite girl, gnawing on her lips hungrily, kissing more feverously as she slid her fingers inside of Mato. The brunette's head rolled backwards, her eyelids fluttering closed as her chest rose and fell quickly.
Mato whimpered, her cheeks burning red as she felt Yomi's fingers slide between the edge of her underwear. She felt her body go slack as Yomi toyed with her, and she found her hand balled up in her mouth, trying to bite back the screams that threatened to exit from between her soft pink lips. But Yomi's touch was so inviting, so tantalizing, that soon, Mato found herself squeaking out moans.
Yomi paused and shot her a glare. "Mato, you're going to alert someone!"
"But I can't help it!" Mato whimpered, her lips turned down in a pout. She rolled her hips against, Yomi's silently begging for more. "Let's just finish so we don't have to explain to the teacher why we've been gone for so long."
Yomi rolled her eyes, half serious, half playful, and nodded, eager to please.
Within minutes, both girls were quivering and slumped together on the floor of the closet. They had completely forgotten to be silent, and had knocked over numerous cleaning tools. They clung to one another, chests heaving, eyes clouded over and darkened.
Soon, a teacher would most likely seek them out, more so for the noise than them absence in class. But Yomi and Mato didn't really care: they huddled closer in the closet, shielded from the world.
And they were perfectly fine with that.