So I decided to start up an angsty lemon for these two but I assure you it will have a plot because I plan on making this a multi-chapter fic.
Enjoy! And may you be horribly scarred with my horrible writing.
Pleasure. It is the only thing her brain can convey at the moment. Everything else seemed nonexistent. Right now, she couldn't make sense of anything. It was as if she was in another dimensional plane. No people, just this feeling.
And him.
He is so close. Closer than he has ever been. She knows this is inappropriate, that their statuses in this world don't allow for such an interaction. But yet, her heart yearns for something that only he can fulfill. And she is sure that he feels the same way. His touches speak of something that he can't express in words himself, but is ever so present in his eyes. She sees it. She doesn't know how, but she sees it.
He doesn't know if he should continue. He doesn't know of what consequences can result if they resume this endeavor. He thinks their bad though. But he is tempted by her sweet scent, by the softness of her skin, and the innocence in her eyes. Yes, he wants to be the one to take that innocence away, the thing he envies so much. He wants to make her see the true face of the world and he's sure she's starting to realize herself, but a little boost won't do her bad, right?
In no way are his intentions bad, he truly does hold deep feelings for her that he wouldn't dare admit to anyone else. He wasn't able to understand how a being like him can love someone else so deeply in the purest way possible. He doesn't deserve her, he thinks as he runs his lips against the soft skin of her long and perfect neck. He goes to unbutton the first three buttons of her uniform shirt, to reveal her creamy shoulders and a part of her lace bra. The sight of her makes for a glaring tightness in between his legs. He's trying his best to not lose control, but it's getting harder and harder at each passing second.
She feels like she is being devoured by his stare, even though the room is barely lit, with just a desk lamp that doesn't exactly brighten up the whole area. The look in his eyes is so intense that she can see feel it even in the darkness. After all, the lust in his eyes is anything but subtle. She feels an ache in between her legs as he is slowly peeling off her stockings, carefully, she knows he's trying his best to not just tear them apart, or her clothes for the matter.
Both of his hands slowly trace up her leg, along her upper thigh, to her hips and then the hollow of her curves, until they finally travel to the small of her back and then up to rest at the clasp of her bra. He really isn't trying to appear too needy, but the way she's displaying herself in front of him right now, is sending his mind to dark places that no one would wish to see.
Akane grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to her. The buttons of his shirt shot all over the place in the process of her ripping it, but Kougami ignored it. Instead, he pushed her back to the bed, nipped at her neck, and pulled her shirt off of her. He kissed her neck down to her navel and unfastened her bra, to reveal two perfectly round and perky breasts. She threw it off not worried for its landing and turned her attention to Kougami's clothed body. She skillfully untied the knot of his tie and threw it carelessly along with the increasing pile of clothes. She took notice of the fact that a lot of the buttons were missing, she would have to sew them another time. Not like she's going to see him again after this. She was just as excited as he was, and since this is the last time they'll ever be this close, they're going to make the best out of it.
She uses her small hands to push up his shirt, eagerly, all while he's kissing fervently along her jawline and down her neck and collarbone. He licks his way down to her breasts, nuzzling his head in between the two mounds of flesh. He takes one into his hand while toying with the nipple, making her moan in pleasure and excitement at his torture. He cranes his neck to look up at her and thinks, she really isn't the little girl she appears to be, under all that clothing, she's anything but little. He smirks against her skin and licks down her flat stomach, and dips his tongue in her navel, and holds in a chuckle at her surprised jump and cute yelp. He goes to capture her lips again in a soft kiss, and her lips taste of lemonade and vanilla, a very intriguing combination, but delicious all the more.
Her hands slowly travel down his neck to his back, while softly scraping her nails against the surface of his hot skin. They rest at his hips and she snakes them down to unbuckle his belt, but a strong hold of her wrist yields her in her action. But she doesn't give in and insists in taking off his belt, all while she is trying her best to let him touch the hem of her skirt. He finally takes of the belt himself. But instead of dropping it on the floor along with the other discarded clothing, he takes Akane's arms and ties her hands with his belt, so she can stop being so stubborn and let him touch her properly. She wriggles in his hold but she eventually lets him get his way with her, as he positions her arms over her head impeding her from any movement of her arms whatsoever.
He nips and bites at her neck, leaving her with marks that will not be able to go away too quickly, but he doesn't care as long as there is something on her body that shows she is his and no one else's. If someone dares to even touch her in the slightest, he wouldn't be able to control himself. But he shouldn't be like this. He has no right to even reproach her for being with someone else in the future. The only thing he craves in this world is her happiness, and if someone deserves it, that person is certainly Akane. It hurts him so much that he is the very person who will cause her so much misery and sadness, but they can't help themselves, their feelings for each other are way too strong and they needed a release. He just hopes that one day she finds someone that can make her happy.
He doesn't dare look at her face right now because all of a sudden a wave of shame flashed over him. He feels like he is going to regret his next movement, but he grabs his tie from the floor and ties it around his own eyes. They say that when one of your senses is being restrained that the other is much more stronger, and what he wants is to memorise the feel of her skin, not just her physical appearance, he's already seen much of her with his eyes. What he wants is that every scent, every texture and shape to be forever engraved in his mind, so that he can at least make an illusion of her in his head that is closest to the real thing.
He doesn't know how many times this particular scene has appeared in his dreams. It isn't exactly how he would want it to be, but it's the best that they can get and they are not going to give up the opportunity.
It's marvelous how he glides effortlessly along her skin. As if they were born knowing every inch of their body. Even without his sight, he can continue to touch her and know exactly what part of her body it is. He knows where to move his hand next, as he slowly goes down and grabs the hem of her skirt. He hikes it up at her hips, and hooks his fingers at the waistband of her underwear. Out of desperation, he tugs them down harshly, resulting in him lightly scraping her thigh. She grunts, and he runs his fingers along her inoffensive wound. He lowers his head to run his lips over it, and they slowly trail up to meet the mound in between her legs.
Suddenly feeling over confident, he leans in and licks a wide stripe all the way up. Akane gasps and opens herself wider. He licks again, and she can feel him pressing harder against her slit and sliding himself inside her. His tongue curls as he goes further and deeper. She grabs a fistfull of his hair as her hips twitch at every one of his strokes. He slides his tongue higher up, finding her clit. Her body jolts and she squirms in anticipation, watching his every move. He swirls his tongue around it, enjoying how her body twists and twitches as he does so. He flicks his tongue over it, finding a quick pace.
"Yes", she whispers in pleasure. He uses two of her fingers to rub around her entrance while he is still working at her clit with his tongue. He eventually slides the two fingers inside of her, then three, at a merciless space. She traps his head in between her legs, almost squishing it in the process. He adds another finger, and then another. He flicks his tongue against her clit again, finding a quicker pace than before. He then presses his tongue hard against it, which earns a high-pitched moan from her as she bucks her hips wildly and arches her back. He then retracts his fingers, and she whines at the feeling of emptiness. He unbuttons his trousers, and soon enough his boxers are on the floor too. He rubs his tip against her entrance but her voice stops him.
"Kougami, please untie me, and I want you to see me." He rises up the piece of fabric surrounding his eyes, to see her trying to hold out her arms in front of him so that he can take off her bounds. They stare at each other's eyes for a moment and he can almost see golden specks in them, and a tint of orange in her beautiful hazel eyes. He looks down and exhales for a moment, closing his eyes. He throws the tie at the floor, and he unties her, throwing the belt too.
He's at her entrance, and for a moment he hesitates. He rubs the tip against her, and she buries her nails in his shoulders, out of need. He goes in, hard, and she throws her head back. He buries his head at the crook of her neck and bites harshly at the skin. He knows they will wake up with marks in the morning but he doesn't give a damn. He grunts as he hits a special spot within her, and she rolls her hips in time to his skillful movements. The friction between them is driving him insane.
After what seems like hours, (he really doesn't know) of practically pounding into her, he senses her climax is near, and grunts as her walls clench around him. Her eyes roll and she arches her back. She bucks her hips violently, burying her nails deep in his skin as she gives a loud moan. What a beautiful sight, she just looks so beautiful and he just wants to keep pounding roughly and violently into her and watch her sweat trickle down her forehead and make her cry out his name repeatedly and-
Fuck,
Control yourself Kogami.
Soon after he rides out his orgasm, releasing inside of her. He collapsed beside her and buried his face in her damp chest. He took in her sweet scent and enjoyed the feeling of her nails running along his scalp. He heard her exhale and she puffed out her cheeks as she did.
"What's wrong?" He asked, not looking up at her. He caressed her stomach absentmindedly.
"Hmm? Oh, it's just…" She paused for a moment, "What's going to happen after this?"
He thought about her question, and it really hadn't occurred to him. "What can happen? Consequences are consequences, and if they happen to be bad, we will have to confront them. And we will see serious trouble if someone finds us." I don't want you to leave at all but… we weren't exactly quiet.
"Right…" She says softly as she goes to stand up, suddenly feeling overexposed. She grabs her bra and quickly clasps it, feeling his intense stare all the more. Soon she puts on all of her clothes and exits his room to enter the living area. She gives a quick sigh looking around to find the door and walks quickly to it. When she is about to turn the doorknob, a hand on her shoulder stops her.
"Wait," He says, and his voice sounds hoarse and rough.
She makes a surprised sound as he turns her around to face him. She sees that he's fully clothed now, in exception for his tie and blazer. She is startled yet again when he grabs her chin, looking into her eyes indifferently, but ironically it feels like the strongest stare ever. He leans down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. It takes her a moment to regain her composure, but she decidedly returns the kiss.
"Bye," She tells him when they break apart, and she gives him one of her ever so famous smiles that makes him want to hold her for all eternity.
He watches her until she closes the door, marking their definitive closure. He collapses on the floor, leaning his back on the door. He sighs and runs his hands over his face, grabbing his hair out of frustration.
He doesn't know how he feels about this whole affair. Sure he loved every second of it, but he doesn't know how this can affect Akane, either good or bad, but he's positive it's bad. He just wishes that what just happened could be all of their mornings, and not have it be something forbidden that is considered taboo.
Why does everything in my life have to be so difficult?
I don't want to keep this a secret,
But I'm forced to,
For her sake.
He unleashes a beastly grunt and pulls his hair until his scalp hurts.
My iridescent love for you shines in angles that I can't even imagine. You hold the key to making it a candent white, because you reflect each and every color of your love on me. You'll never make black because you don't absorb the hatred and sadness in my soul.
I hope you guys liked this and didn't think it was utter trash that needs to burn in hell for all eternity. I don't know if I went to far with the color metaphors but give me a chance. Reviews are much appreciated! :)