This a fanfic inspired by Zettai Kareshi. Though the main characters are original, the original cast of the manga would still be referred to as they exist on the same world and time line. Also, I have no great plans for this fic. I plan no dramas or any big plot. I'm just letting my head breathe on this one as this is my resting story from another story I'm writing. I'm greatly restricted from the other story that I'm writing because of the target audience. But don't get me wrong I love that story but I just want something to let my lemon fetish flow. So here it is. Don't be shocked with too much fluff that I would be writing. Let's just say this is a lemon haven.
And almost forgot about the disclaimer! I don't own ZK.
She sat in front of the big box in her leaving room. The box was almost touching the ceiling of her house, how Gaku got it inside is a sure mystery for her. She can't believe her front door actually fit that box in. But still it is inside and the note was in her grasp which reads 'Here's your boyfriend, enjoy!' She can even imagine Gaku's mischievous grin at her, his eyes glinting for the prospect of more information he would soon gather from this recent purchase.
She heaved a heavy sigh. She had been staring at the box for almost an hour now still thinking whether buying this 'boyfriend' is still a sane idea. Every passing minute it becomes crazier and yet tangible in her mind. To be honest she was excited about it since last night. She was even giggling as she daydreamed about what she and her cyborg boyfriend will do once he gets delivered. From all the reviews that she read from customers on the website of Kronos Heaven everyone was saying how explosive their love lives had been, some even gave explicit testimonies of how their nights became steaming and fiery hot which gave her a really weird feeling at the pit of her stomach.
Shaking her head violently she cast away her impure thoughts as she remembered the woman's hot testimonies. Her hands were a bit trembling as she opened the latched of the box. The front panel squeaked as it opened by itself. She didn't realize that she was holding her breath until she felt the great need for air. Her lungs were burning in her chest as finally the box revealed a closed eyed stud standing before her while being cushioned by heavenly white materials that looked so soft.
For minutes she wasn't able to move aside from the repetitive in taking and holding of her breath before finally giving up. Her eyes almost felt like falling off from their sockets as she was amazed by the great beauty that this 'boyfriend' have. He was the latest model that the company released and was the cheapest that she can afford with the reason that customers doesn't really want to take chances with one that is untested yet by anyone. But being a student herself her allowance can only afford so much. Though after years of being in the business and that Kronos still remained to cater to few selected customers their prices became considerable even to students. And now she's finally owning one for her own which means she'll be skimping her allowance for months if not for years.
She had read the instructions online a lot of times before so she knows how to start up her boyfriend but being 18 doesn't necessarily mean that you are brave enough to get close to a man stark naked in front of you even if he's currently lifeless. A light peck on the lips and he would function but to touch those lips denotes she have to lean and tiptoe meaning she needs to get really close and… get close to that part. She had been forcing her eyes away from that point of his body but she knows that she had stared long enough to know that his size was far from what she can imagine or far from what she have seen. Yes, she has seen naked men. She didn't live a life of a prude. She had enough share of adult videos that she watched out of curiosity with her friends since middle school and though still a virgin she knows by pure common sense how one could feel.
So she fidgeted some more, it was already getting dark as the outside sky is already turning deep orange and purple. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was almost 6 o'clock. She needs to prepare dinner since she hasn't had any food since this morning as she needed to hurry for her part time job. In one last muttering of courage she finally decided to do it. With an attitude of now or never she inched closer to the sleeping man and tiptoed close enough. Her forehead that barely made it to his nose she lightly graze her lips into his.
It was so cold, like a brick wall on a winter night. His body was as cold as well and hard in manly steeliness. She shut her eyes nervously expecting the lips that she had just brushed to moved that instant but no motion occurred. She stepped back and waited for 'it' to move but still nothing. Could she have read the instructions wrong? No, she's very sure that a kiss would start it. Though selling love through these cyborgs the corporation is still a bit romantic by wanting true love's kiss to awaken the sleeping beauty. But why on earth didn't it work? Could this be a defective one? Maybe that was the real reason why it was so cheap!
She was about to run for her laptop to go online and contact the seller when she saw a pile of manuals in between the cyborg's feet. She took a big gulp as her eyes wandered to his member again before leaning over to his feet and grabbed the manuals. She sat on the floor and started reading the manuals to almost on a violent way. Sitting across a man's groin can make you act like that. She found what she was looking for almost immediately being it the basic instructions. In a bold font it was highlighted that 'A real kiss last more than a second.' She felt like she's being mocked by the instruction. Mocked for mistaking a brush of two lips would be considered as a kiss. Well, sorry for having no experience!
She slammed the manual shut on the floor and looked up at the still sleeping man and again she blushed as she caught sight of his groin region once more. She's growing perverted by the minute in here. She seriously needs to get him started and have him dressed or she would devour an unconscious man for her first time and honestly the idea is getting more attractive. In a no-hell-or-high-water-can-stop-me stance she got up on her feet and boldly stood directly to the cyborg. In a swift movement she leaned close to him with her hands touching the broad chest as she reached for his lips.
The light brush that she did earlier was nothing compared to this second one. She let her lips linger into his. Her breathing was warm and quivering in untamed nervousness. She closed her eyes as she stretched her toes more to lean closer to him while her hands moisten against his chest. In her mind she was muttering a mantra of impatience waiting for any movement to signify the thing alive. She sighed in his lips and was about to move away when in a bat of an eye a hand encircled her waste and lifted her up removing the strain on her toes. Her eyes that were shut close opened in a panicked way as the lips that moments ago were nothing but cold and brick like started to resonate her own warmth and moved to caress her own lips.
Her eyes met brown pupils and long lashes. She can see her own reflection at them as it looked intently at her as if absorbing every bit of detail possible from her face. She was dumbfounded and was unable to make any sort of movement or protest when the man nipped her lower lip. She then felt a moist tongue tracing the contour of her mouth before pressing entry. In shocked she allowed the tongue into her mouth and immediately felt dizzy as the tongue touched spots in her mouth that she never knew was so sensitive. In frenzy she realized that she was having her first French kiss. She curled her hands in his chest and felt it to be warm as well, so far from the chilly feel it gave for the past hour.
She was so absorb with the kiss that she totally neglected the fact that she needed to breath, that air is needed for her to live and function. Without her realizing her mind went blank and her body shut off as the man stopped kissing when he felt that the soft body in his arms just went limp.
The room was so dark when she opened her eyes. She could barely see a thing even a silhouette was impossible to make out. If she hadn't have her own place memorize she would have rise up in panic. So instead she took her time to adjust her eyes on the dark and finally was able enough to see her closet and her study table. As she was about to stretch her arms to grab her alarm clock she suddenly realized that she was incapacitated to move. There was something heavy holding her tightly and also she realized that there was a warm breath fanning her nape. Her scream got stuck in her throat as memory of what happened before passing out rushed into her head.
She tried to pry open the arms clasping her whole body. It was weird to have a warm body embracing her like this, weird but almost welcome. But no matter how much she tried the arms were like comfort steel around her. She started squirming downwards to free herself but was shocked to feel her backside rubbing to the thing she wished she didn't know what. That almost made her froze. That is when she heard a little laugh, a laugh that is suppressed at its best. She immediately turned her head and again found herself eye to eye to the long lashes guy.
"Good morning!" He softly mutter and was about to inched the gap to her face when she instantly bowed her head to avoid what she thought to be an attempt of a kiss.
Still unable to speak she remained like that for a few more moments before feeling the warm arm releasing her. She felt cold when it moved away from her back and somewhat wished to be embraced back again. She looked up at him and found out that his hands were reaching out for her chin. And when he leaned closer this time she was unable to block it by bowing her head when his hand cupped her face.
"Good morning, love." His husky voice made her tingly in an instant. She was about to say something, something that she now can't remember when he leaned again and gave her lips another peck, another one, and another one. She felt the same dizzying feeling again and heat creeping from the pit of her stomach. Slowly his hands moved down on the hem of her shirt, the same shirt she had on from her work that must have been sweaty already. She let him lift her shirt as he continued to shower her face with small kisses. In the back of her mind the remaining sane portion is screaming for her to get a grip on herself but she knows that her body's growing desire cannot be stopped that easily. It was a welcome feeling when the damp and almost itchy shirt was torn away from her skin. The cool morning chill brushing her bare back made her shiver.
She then felt her sides being lifted and soon realized that she's now lying on her back on the bed and with the man now on top of her. His face was so close to hers and without fail as if programmed to move as how he did, he continued to kiss her. The trail of his warm and wet lips on her face should have been considered gross but in her mind she knows that they are nothing short of honey sweetness. She just stared at him though she can barely see his whole face. His mouth was now tracing the outline of her jaw and slowly going down to her neck and shoulders. He nipped her shoulder a little harder and an unknown voice came out of her as she felt her head floating. He paused for a bit and looked up at her. She couldn't help but meet his gaze intently and savoured the beauty that is now lavishing in her body.
It was totally out of character for her to be speechless. She always have something to say and always have her hands and body moving but under him the only thing she could do it seems was to pant, gasp, and shiver in his touch. He smiled at her and that took her breath away. It was a heavenly smile, a perfect match to his angelic face. Engrossed with his smile she didn't quite realize that his hand had tugged away her pants not until he was lifting her feet to remove it completely. She didn't feel any cold on her thighs and legs as his warm hand immediately covered every piece of skin with his heated strokes. His palms were soothing the little goose bumps that wanted to form but never made it. She was left wearing her own underwear to cover two regions considered as most sacred to a woman. Somehow she was thankful that she's wearing matching undies, now she understands why so many women buy them in pairs. It is all for this one reason, that when you are about to make love you would still be presentable before you finally go naked.
"You're really beautiful." His husky voice was teemed with passion. It was just all too amazing for her to bear. When his palms traveled through her body, caressing every inch attentively all she can do is hopelessly believe whatever he would say. With the way he looks at her and with how he touches her, it makes her completely believe that she is in the beauty that he is saying she is.
She almost went mad when he literally traced her shoulders with her tongue. It wasn't like the small licks one usually does with a popsicle, it was a long wet stroke that leaves the hottest traces possible in one's skin. He playfully went on to the mound on her chest and she knows that he was obviously teasing her by not completely removing the last scrap of clothing that separates her from him. He licked the cleavage of her breast and she could feel his breath reaching that bud beneath her brassiere. If only her hands weren't so focused in balling with the bed sheets she would have tore off her own bra and let him pleasure her there.
He was driving her mad and now she really knows that sanity had completely left her. She arched her back as if following the only warmth it knows of when she felt that his breath was moving away from her skin. Her eyes gingerly opened to know what caused the abandonment. She found him gazing at her again and smiling. No, he's grinning and looking very pleased. He looked so delighted at what he was seeing right in front of him. She blushed furiously and yelped all of a sudden when she felt his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. He just continued staring at her while grinning as if his hands weren't doing something so shocking down there. He wouldn't let her eyes wander anywhere else, trapped in his gaze all she could do was feel his experienced fingers caress that lower region.
Slowly he moved his fingers to the center of her sheath with only a mere lace blocking his entry. He teased the two cheeks playfully and she knew that she was already flowing down there. He pressed a little harder and a delicious moan came out of her lips. A glint crossed his eyes, an obvious glint of desire that was inflamed by that one moan from her. The next that he did blew her mind all the more. His fingers made its way under the small clothing. She can't even think of embarrassment when he felt the wetness of her sacred region. He rubbed her clitoris gently and she can feel it hardening under his expert fingers. It was almost painful as she gasped with every stroke that he makes but her hips followed his fingers' every movement. In just a matter of seconds a bright light passed through her eyes and the white heat burst inside her. Her pelvis jerked up while her thighs clamped his hands that remained in between.
She was panting so hard and his smile widen. She could barely see him now with half closed eyes and somehow she knew that he wasn't quite done yet. It was unimaginable! She knew that it wasn't the peak of it all and yet she can't imagine anything more than what she had just felt. Anything he would do just might cause her death, death of immense pleasure. In her mind she knows that the kind of death he was allowing her to get was very much welcome if not utmost desired. And just as she had thought he continued on his quest to bestow the sweetest departure from reality. Like a panther retreating back with eyes on its prey preparing to pounce he moved downwards. She knew what was coming next. She knew what he was thinking to do.
An hour ago he would think it would be one of the grossest things to do but at that moment all she can think of was excitement and anticipation. And her anticipation was rightly met. He pulled her panties down and swiftly wisped it away. Her thighs that a second ago were clamped tightly are now being pushed apart to let in a new kind of guest. Her fingers were digging not only on the sheets but already right on the bed. Her eyes now freed from his are tightly shut with her head flailing side to side. And then she felt it.
The moist and rough texture of his tongue paired with the warm breath that he continued to fan caused her whole body to tremble uncontrollably. She tried to close her thighs but his firm hands held them in place. Her breathless moan sounded so foreign on her own ears as he trailed up and down the crevice of her womanhood. As if that wasn't enough he sucked one cheek hungrily. She thought she died. At that very moment she thought she was already far away from the land of the living. Her brain can't process the sensation he's making her feel as something real. It was ethereal, magical. She wasn't done feeling overwhelmed by that one act and he was ready to give her some more. He moved from one cheek to the clit who seemed to have not calmed down yet from the first climax it tasted. Taunt and hard it was played and was gently bitten.
She screamed.
It was unbearable to hold that voice inside her throat. She screamed out loud as another white heat flowed through her body that out done the first one. Her heart was beating so erratically inside her chest that it hurts. Her arms were trembling and sweat was flowing madly from all her pores. A tear rolled down her cheek. And then she felt his lips again on her opening.
"No…," it was a pleading. He can't take any more. It's driving her crazy. But as if not hearing her he continued to do what he intended to do. This time she clamped his head between her thighs as she felt his tongue stroking her. He was licking her clean. My God! How does he expect to licked it all off if he keeps on doing that? Every stroke of his tongue just made her to secrete more of the liquid. She can feel her own womanhood beating as if pumping more come. But he kept the act going and all she can do was tremble and let him lavish and take pleasure. She was weak to do anything anyways. She can barely breathe. Her labored panting matched with limped arms made her succumb to whatever he wished to do. But her mind can still feel every trace his tongue leaves and how her fluids won't stop from flowing. And with one final suckle she once again made it to the peak, as if releasing everything in that one ejaculation.
She felt his hands stroking her thighs as her hips jerked again and her legs stiffen. In a final jolt her arched back and raised pelvis that met his mouth fell flat on the bed completely exhausted. She was tired. She had never been this tired all her life but there's a gnawing feeling in her head that in the future she will still meet a far more laborious act.
Sensing that this time she was really drained he climbed backed up and smiled at her. She can only manage a half smile but God knows that she would have grinned from ear to ear at him. But he completely sucked all the energy from her. The fluids that have flowed out from her must have been the source of all energy from a human body. He leaned close to her and kissed her flushed on the mouth. She can taste herself in his lips and hoped that it tasted sweet for him. After that kiss her eyes finally gave up from trying to open up. She felt him kiss her cheek and moved beside her. She felt a hard thing brushed her thighs and soft groan came from him. He sounded as if he was in pain but when she tried to turn not only was her body impaled his arms also stopped her.
"Don't worry, love. We'll remedy that some other time, we have all the time that we need." He then tightly held her and blew warm air on her nape as if lulling her to sleep. His warm palm caressing her belly and that hard thing that he tried so hard to not poke her were the last memories before she was sent off to sleep.
I don't even know what title to use for this one. I don't know anything about this story, where it's heading and what intentions I have for it. The only clear decision i have for this is that it would be put under M. Tsk tsk tsk...