Alrighty!
This is a one-shot, made for {XxXSkullCookieXxXSlipknot}
She is awesome, and gave me lots of restrictions and what-nots to challenge me: it was fun.
I really love the way this smutty rendition turned out; please tell me what you think as well.
[I do not own any KHR characters]
Midori Okamura belongs to XxXSkullCookieXxXSlipknot
Songs listened to making this:
LOTS of -Angus and Julia Stone- (up till the snowball fight)
Digitalism - "Down, Down, Down" (For the rest, just set it on loop in your iTunes, seriously)
And I think I'm done. Toodles.
_Dee_
"Midori are you ready?"
Midori, who was in her the finals stages of putting her kimono on, looked over to her friend that was standing in the doorway. Kyoko seemed more excited than usual to her; it was probably because she would get to show off in one of Midori's many kimonos to her favorite person.
"Hold on, I'm almost done."
Hana came up behind Kyoko in the doorway, "Calm down Juliet, you'll get to see your Dame Tsuna soon enough."
Hana and Midori both watched Kyoko's face tenderly blush as Midori rubbed her favorite cherry lip balm on her soft, pouty lips.
"I—It's not everyday that we get invited to his house for a Christmas Party. The little baby even told us to wear our best costumes."
Midori teased her, "So we are wearing my kimonos to go as geishas?"
Hana laughed out loud, while Kyoko lost them both.
Kyoko looked at Midori and Hana gently as Midori made some last touches on Hana's kimono, as well as giving Kyoko a one, two check; 'Midori is such a good friend,' she thought. 'She only looked at me when that little baby showed up and told us we were invited over, and immediately knew how much I wanted to be there.' She smiled wider as Hana and Midori were now playfully fighting with each other, Hana teasing Midori for mentioning how she, "thinks Yamamoto is cute, but that's all really." Kyoko then came to the hope that they would all find love on this Christmas.
Hana continued to tease Midori, warning, "If you aren't careful, you might be newest member of Namimori's number one baseball hotshot, Yamamoto Takeshi's fan club." Hana snickered at her cleverness.
"Yeah, yeah, keep talking 'Miss I Like Older Boys Who Wear Cowprint'."
"Don't hate cause you can't see his aura of maturity."
Hana was saying this as a bull-faced lie; she couldn't see it either. She only liked him for his looks—brains aren't any of her concern. This was evident to both of them, since Hana even said that she would go, only to try and see that 'hot guy' again. Midori couldn't understand it at all, and Kyoko only wanted Hana to be happy.
"Midori, Hana, Kyoko; it's already 6:30 pm, you're going to be late."
Midori yelled, "Thanks for reminding us Dad!"
Midori gave herself one look in the mirror, admiring her kimono; this one was the newest one her mom sent her. 'I wonder how she is doing,' she thought. A small furrow of her brow revealed itself as she thought how much she hates her mom always being away. 'I wish she could at least see me in the kimonos she buys me.' Her mother could buy her all the kimonos in the world, even the finest and most expensive ones, but they wouldn't make up for how much she's missed out on. Kyoko called Midori's attention in a concerned manner, since Midori was happily smiling only a second ago, but now carrying a solemn aura. Hana looked over, but barely missed the look, because Midori quickly buried the pain and smiled wide saying, "I was making the look I will give you if you don't confess to Tsuna tonight." Kyoko couldn't even stammer out a reply.
"Alright, one more picture for your mom."
"Dad! We're going to be late!"
He wore an innocently jovial expression, "I thought the girl always wanted to be late on purpose."
"Dad!" Kyoko and Hana loved Midori's dad. He always had jokes.
"Okay, get out of here. Come home at a decent time."
"Kay dad, bye."
Kyoko and Hana said in unison, "Bye Okamura-san!"
"Bye girls."
The three girls skipped out of the door happily and briskly walked to Tsuna's house that was a good ten minutes away. As they talked about the various happenings around school lightly, they were also slightly immersed in their own goals for the night: Kyoko wanted time with Tsuna, Hana wanted to find that hot guy, and Midori wanted sponge cake (it's the only reason she even gets hyped for Christmas).
They eventually got lost in their own thoughts and grew quiet, now walking on the second to last block to Tsuna's house:
"Ah! Kyoko-san, Hana-san, and Midori-san! What are you doing over here." The person already had an idea, but wanted to get their attention
All three flinch and look over to see Yamamoto Takeshi behind them, turning around the same corner they did.
Hana asks, "Yamamoto-san, what brings you out tonight?"
Kyoko and Midori were seriously wondering too.
The air-headed boy laughs, "Tsuna's having a Christmas party."
Then Hana asked, "wasn't it supposed to be a costume party?"
Yamamoto laughs, "No idea."
Kyoko praised, "Ahh, we'll be the only ones who dressed up!"
Midori razzed lightly, "Haha, well I guess at least one of us will go home with someone." She was hoping Hana would remember the geisha comment.
Yamamoto looked over to her in surprise for a moment and smiled widely.
Hana, who really wasn't interested in the situation said, "Well we can dream about that later; it's cold."
Midori rolled her eyes while Kyoko chimed, "Yeah, we should, they said it's supposed to snow tonight."
Midori let out a deep sigh, amused by her visible breathes and followed the girls who started walking faster from being cold. She looked over to her left at the tall baseball freak who was now averting his glance. 'What is his deal?' She never really understood this cute guy who was the apple of so many girls' eyes. Yeah, he was cute (she gave him another, deeper glance), but he's always so allusive, hiding everything with a smile. "I guess you could find that interesting," she unintentionally said out loud.
The small party all stopped to look at her.
"Huh? Did you say something Midori?" Yamamoto gave her a long, curious glance that was wrapped in a small smirk.
Hana grinned wide, eyebrow cocked in expectation of a good response. She already knew how this was playing out.
Midori blushed and muttered in an excited tone, "I-I was just thinking out loud. My bad." She gave an embarrassed smile.
Kyoko giggled slightly and kept walking alone with Hana, who only wore that grin Midori knew so well.
"Ah, well it happens I guess." Yamamoto grinned to the extent that his eyes were missing.
"Yeah, it does."
"You look nice by the way."
"Huh?" Midori didn't catch what he said.
"Huh?" Yamamoto couldn't believe he actually said that out loud.
Midori asked, "You said something?" They were losing pace with Kyoko and Hana.
His grin came back to hide his relief, " I was just thinking out loud."
But Midori wasn't happy with his teasing, "Puh, jerk." She gave him a devilish smirk while lightly smacking his arm.
He only laughed at her extremely cute response.
They finally reached Tsuna's house after their small trek through the neighborhood. With a small knock on the door, Tsuna's mother Nana ripped it open in excitement:
"Oh my gosh! You girls look so pretty! Come in, come in! And hello Yamamoto, you look nice too." She was beyond confused as to why he would wear something like that in the winter. 'Boys.'
Inside the extremely warm and cozy house was a cute tree, along with mistletoes and evergreens hung all around.
"Uwah, Nana-san, you're house looks so pretty!" Kyoko cried in excitement.
Midori silently took it all in, wondering if she would ever get to have a Christmas like this with her mom.
She looked around and saw Tsuna, Ryohei, and Tsuna's weird friend, Gokudera all come down the stairs. Tsuna looked like someone had smacked him.
"Uwahh, Reborn! I'm going!"
The little baby, who could always be found at school these days, muttered, "A mafia boss must always be good to their guests." His weird mafia doctrine always amused Midori.
Hana wandered off to the kitchen to ask Nana if her cowboy was here, and Kyoko went to go say hello to Tsuna. Seeing a good chance to help a friend out, Midori casually walked over to the two.
"Tsu-kun, thank you for inviting us over for your Christmas costume party."
"W-wait, is that why you guys are wearing kimonos!" And here he was, thinking Kyoko was wearing it especially for him-like she really was
Midori leans into Tsuna's ear, whispering oh-so audibly, "Oh course! And did you know Kyoko spent all her time trying to make herself all presentable for you."
Tsuna and Kyoko's faces both became deeply flushed as Midori walked away, proud for lying to help Kyoko out. She was sure that everyone would now praise Kyoko for how good her Kimono looked on her, but she didn't know that Yamamoto knew better. He was well aware that her mother was in in the kimono business and always away for marketing conferences. 'She's probably missing her right now,' is the thought that came to him as he watched he face become downtrodden again.
Yamamoto strangely felt the desire to go and talk to her, but was denied his chance by Haru, who came to the Christmas party looking like Hoeiosho*. Midori was right by the door when Haru came in, and was the first one to be alarmed by her.
"HAIH! MIDORI-CHANN! You look so beautiful!" Yamamoto was slightly jealous of how easily Haru hugged Midori.
Midori responded in a worried tone, "Why are you dressed up like Hoeiosho?"
She made a pouty face, "Haru thought that dressing like Hoeiosho would be perfect for a Chrismas party." Yamamoto wanted to just shove Haru off Midori at this point.
Kyoko came up to them, "Haru your costume is so neat! But why are you covered in snow." Midori felt dumb for not even noticing the snow.
Haru answered, "It's snowing really hard outside right now. And I'm sure it's going to get worse."
Nana, who was listening from the foyer pleasantly announced, "Well you can all stay here if you want!" Tsuna fainted from the thought of Kyoko sleeping in the same house as him.
"Judaime!" Gokudera kneeled to him immediately.
Yamamoto, who was standing next to them, only smiled and asked if he was okay; He was more focused on the idea of staying the night with Midori…
"What did you do to Sawada, Octopus Head!"
Ryohei barely became aware of what was going on, since he was busy stuffing his face in the kitchen and talking to Hana. The sad thing was that he wasn't actually talking at all to her. Hana was so absorbed in her complaining about her beloved cow man, that she figured his grunts were responses to her sad pleas for affection. These were actually grunts from his terrible eating style. This much needed 'attention' he gave her, made her fall in love with her best friend's brother; it was a story worthy of history texts.
"I didn't do anything to him, stupid lawn head! Go back to kitchen!"
"Is that a threat? At least I'm not the extremely bad friend!" Yamamoto didn't understand this argument at all, and neither did Midori, who was now watching the two hot heads roar.
"Shut the hell up, I'm the tenth's right hand man. I'll kill you for that statement." Midori and Yamamoto were both finding this too entertaining.
Ryohei gave his extreme smile, "Oh really? We'll fight this out like real men do." He punched his fist in extreme fervor. Gokudera pulled out gobs of dynamite from who knows where.
Midori, who really wanted to see what was going to happen, was now standing next to Yamamoto. And Yamamoto was having too much fun watching his friends fight with each other, that he didn't even notice Midori's cranberry colored eyes looking at him intriguingly.
"So wait, are they going to throw fireworks and then fight?" Yamamoto was totally caught of guard with Midori's question. 'When did she show up next to me?'
"Haha, I have no idea, but they sure are fun to watch," 'Did I seriously say something so dumb?' Yamamoto wants to smack his face, but decides to keep smiling.
She laughed along with him and watched Kyoko break them up while Tsuna was coming back to reality. 'I don't get him at all, but that smiling face is cute.' She blushed at how often she had thought that already… 'Maybe Hana was on to something? No way.' While digging further into her conscious, Yamamoto was staring at her again, noting how well her cream colored furisode* that was patterned with deep pink orchids that matched her silky hair and eyes. How badly he wanted to see more consumed him as he watched her laugh at the people around. 'if she just gave me one pitch, I would send it flying for a home run.'
At that moment, it had been snowing so hard, that the transformers keeping the house lit up and running shut down, turning the house completely off. Midori freaked out from the loss of her vision and jumped; she grabbed the man right next to her who was burning up inside for one chance to have his way. The way she desperately grasped Yamamoto's are sent him into another dimension; 'here's that pitch I was just talking about.' But this was only the start, as everyone in the house began to panic as Yamamoto was wishing for this to last as long as possible.
Midori, still unable to see, was glad that she was standing by Yamamoto, seeing as he was now that thing keeping her from really freaking out in this dark room. She felt bad for clenching onto to him like she did earlier, so she muttered, "I'm sorry for grabbing you like I did."
Yamamoto, who was just brought back from his fantasies, responded kindly, "It's okay. You can keep holding on until the light comes back on."
She laughs, "I was planning on it, even if you didn't ask."
Yamamoto was only inches from destroying that kimono.
While they were both trying their best to keep a grip on reality, everyone else had lost theirs. Nana was trying her best to search for some candles, but somehow lost her footing, which made her trip and fall on Ryohei, who was searching for his Kyoko-chan. Tsuna was somehow holding hands with Kyoko, who managed to find him in the dark; he was as happy as a clam. Hana, who was looking for her new love, Ryohei, ended up grabbing Gokudera in confusion. Gokudera was utterly disgusted by her doing this, and pushed her away. So the flying Hana, knocked herself into the Santa-clad Haru, who in turn, ricocheted off of Midori. So poor Midori, was knocked clean off her feet, and right on an unsuspecting Yamamoto. They crashed to the floor before Yamamoto could react, leaving an embarrassed Midori on top of a ravenous baseball nut that was "ready to bust a nut." The baseball gods were winking at him in approval—he better not fail them now.
While everyone else was having their "heartfelt Christmas moments" in the dark, Midori was damn close to having a conniption in the dark. From the fall, the obi* that was holding her kimono in place came loose. In her panic she began to squirm, unsure of how to fix the problem. Little did she know, her fidgeting body was rubbing Yamamoto just right and driving him wild. He wanted her so bad—he couldn't take it anymo—'Wait. What is she doing.' His vision was starting to adapt to the darkness, and he could see the kimono coming undone; could this Christmas get any better? But noticing further, he could see Midori's panic and embarrassment. Everyone around them was yelling and carrying on in the dark, so he figured he could get away with helping:
Whispering to her, "Are you okay?"
As much as she didn't want to admit her problem, she needed someone's help, "My obi came untied!" She tried not sounding too loud and pathetic.
"Can I help?" He would regret this later.
"I wish, but I need a karihimo* to tie it again." His thought on regret was already gone—he sure as hell didn't have one of those.
He didn't really know what to do now, and he didn't really want to either. He wanted the lights to come back so he could see her lightly tanned skin, hidden under her kimono.
She whispered to herself, "Oh my god, what am I going to do if they all see me naked!" She had forgotten that Yamamoto was right under her.
'Fuck, she's right!' He thought. 'I don't want anyone else to see her either!' His eyes carefully scanned the room, finding a blanket in the corner.
"Hold on a sec," he said this while crawling out from under her.
She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she could see where he went.
(Flicker, Flicker)
The lights were coming on, and they both freaked: No one was allowed to see Midori naked (except for me, thought Yamamoto). He fumbled the blanket out of its perfect folds and threw it on Midori. The lights came on.
Gokudera yelled, "It's a ghost!" He pointed at the white mound on the floor!
"Uwahhh!" Cried Tsuna and Haru.
"WHERE IS IT! I WANNA FIGHT IT!"
"Onii-chan! No fighting!"
Yamamoto clarified, "Haha, Midori got cold, so I grabbed her a blanket."
Midori popped her head out of a corner and smiled at everyone cutely; Yamamoto was beyond proud of himself. Midori was very happy that no one saw her too, but now needed a way to escape:
"Wait, what time is it?"
Reborn looked at his watch, "It's 11:30."
"Crap! My Dad is gonna kill me!" She kept the blanket wrapped around herself and started walking towards the door.
"Don't even try to take Judaime's blanket you thief!"
"Uwah! Gokudera it's okay!"
Reborn looked at Tsuna, "its a boss' job to make sure women are taken home safely. Go get your jacket and take her home." Yamamoto saw this as his chance.
"I'll give her my jacket and take her home," He grinned at Reborn
Reborn already understood, "And that's why you are a good guardian. Make sure she gets home."
Gokudera was submerged in pure jealousy of the comment—he was the right hand man, not Yamamoto.
"Okay little guy." Yamamoto's grin pissed Gokudera off further.
Nana handed him his jacket, and he helped Midori slyly switch it with the blanket. Haru ran up and took the blanket and handed Yamamoto two party bags full of Christmas candy for them to eat. Midori looks back to say goodbye and thank you, and caught Hana's 'I Knew It' stares; she would get it later.
Once outside, Midori asked Yamamoto to stand close while she retied the obi in a basic knot, so she wouldn't have to walk around holding the kimono in place. It took everything that was good in him to not look like he wanted to.
Midori was feeling pretty frazzled with how the night went. 'God knows how it would've turned out if Yamamoto didn't save me like that,' she thought while lucidly playing the hypothetical situations in her mind—none of them turning out well. Yamamoto was watching Midori's face twist into a multitude of various expressions from her deep thinking while sucking on a candy cane that was in one of the party bags.
Yamamoto chuckled loudly while keeping his stare fixed on her.
She stopped to look at him, "What?"
He lied, "I was thinking about how fun tonight was."
He really thinking about how he was probably going to masturbate when he got home; his friend was whining for attention. He crunched part of the candy cane off in his frustration.
"Hah, yeah. Very fun." She looked around the intersection they were crossing, "Thanks for saving me back there."
Little Yamamoto spat in desire.
Yamamoto ignored him and only smiled at her in return. He really is bummed on how this night is turning out.
Midori looked around, happy with all the snow on the ground. It always reminded her of the younger days, where her mom wasn't always gone. Whenever it would snow, they would always go out and find a nearby park and have a "snow tea party," since she was the tea party kind of girl when she was little. All three of them would make a snow table and smash the snow into shapes of their favorites foods, and then her mom would bring out the tea. So they would enjoy the afternoon eating snow pastries and drinking tea.
Midori's eyes slightly blurred at the nostalgia she felt while looking at the snow-covered playground. Yamamoto was too busy looking at the stars and apologizing to the baseball gods for fucking his chance up to notice. He had to crunch another piece off the candy cane.
"Hey let's go in that park," Midori said.
"Huh?" Yamamoto was still in the middle of his apology.
"Can we go in the park for a minute?"
"Sure." He was so confused, but figured that this could only help him out in the future.
Her eyes glowed in excitement as she skipped over to the little park and kneeled herself in the snow. Yamamoto stopped caring about 'his chance,' to be enthralled by the happy smile that made him start crushing on her so long ago. When he finally caught up to her, he became more lost in the situation. She was on the ground smashing the snow into a weird shape and giggling like a mad woman.
"What are you doing?"
"Making snow food."
"Haha, okay." 'She's so weird sometimes,' he thought
"You should make some too. It's fun."
"Uhh…"
Midori stops her snow cuisine process and gives Yamamoto a pile of snow, telling him to smash it into his favorite food. Not sure what to make, he started making snow sushi to go along with her game. After a few minutes, he figured he had enough of his icy delight to feed a small army; his dad would be proud. He looked over to see Midori still giggling and finally declaring, "it's done!"
She looks at Yamamoto, "So what did you make?"
He smiled, "Snow sushi."
"Whoa, those are pretty good."
She had to take moment to admire the small various sushi pieces he made to look like the real thing; 'he's pretty good with his hands,' she thought. Her thought then made her blush from its possible double meaning. After shaking her head to rid herself of the lewd road it was riding on, she looked back her little snow delight that she made—it was nowhere near as good.
Curious, he asked, "So what did you make?" She didn't want to show.
"It's not good. Let's just go." Now he had to see.
"Ah, come on, it can't be that bad." It really was.
But knowing that Yamamoto is a nice guy, she showed him the little bowl, scoops of vanilla ice cream, and the little cherry she put on top. It looked like a five year old made it. She then remembered how her and dad's food always looked terrible in comparison to her mother's.
Yamamoto looked at the unidentifiable food and laughed—she was joking, right? While laughing at the little piece of abstract art, he looked at her to realize that she really just sucked at making snow food. He stopped laughing. But it was too late—Midori was pissed. 'He's seriously laughing?' Yamamoto smiled and was in the middle of an apology when Midori smashed her snow food in his face. It was very cold.
"Uwah!" he tried to rub it off before it froze him.
"Jerk!" She was getting up to walk home.
Yamamoto did feel bad for laughing, but he wasn't letting her get away with smashing snow in his face; it was game on. Midori was walking through the entrance of the park when she felt something really cold smack her in the back of the head. 'Oh no he didn't.' She looked back to see Yamamoto wearing a devilish grin and tossing a piece of his snow sushi in the air. 'It's on, jerk.'
She instantly crouched to the ground and quickly made a snowball while dodging the flying sushi. He may be able to make snow food better than her, but she can easily beat him in this; she'll play dirty if she has to.
The two went back and forth, throwing and dodging each other until they could barely mutter out sentences between their breaths. Yamamoto was in the bottom of the ninth and looking for the heater to change the tides of the war; Midori was easily storming her way to victory. In a last attempt to win, Yamamoto threw his last snowball with all his might. It did hit her on the chest, but she too focused on her final strike to care. The look in her eyes surprised him, and he started to try and run backwards away from her, but she easily pounced and threw him to the ground. They both had to have a moment to recover from Midori's insane 'finish him' technique, but it was obvious who won. Straddled on top of her opponent, she did a small dance, bouncing up and down with her hands in the air, smiling wider than the mouth of the nile.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Who won? (she points to herself) I did!"
Yamamoto is already gone in fantasyland; his friend is throbbing in desperation.
"Hah, I so beat you! Whatcha gonna do!"
She looks at him, and notices in the corner of her vision, that her obi came off, again. Yamamoto couldn't take his eyes away from her body; everything was in plain view, except her most precious spot that was covered by some lacey boy shorts. Her arms were grabbing the sides of the kimono to cover herself, but the boy and his friend who couldn't take it any longer stopped her.
Yamamoto pulled her down by her wrists, making her face easier to go for. Once down, he slightly pushed himself up with one hand and cupped her face with the other. Midori didn't know what to take of him kissing her so voraciously, but her body shivered when he slipped his tongue in. In her confusion, she went along with it without understanding why. She always thought he was cute, but she never thought this was what he wanted from her—it excited her. He went farther, letting his hand slide down her neck, his fingers barely brushing over her breast. His cold fingers sent shivers down her body, but her body instantly warmed where he had touched. She soft pants she would make when he did this made him throb more; the sensation was now rolling up to his brain, demanding more. His mouth became rougher and one arm that was holding him up, was picking her up.
"W-wait! What are you doing?"
"I'm moving you."
"Why?"
"You're shivering from being out in the open. And I want to be on top." He was playing for keeps now.
Her face became hotter with how easily he picked her up and placed her inside the jungle gym that had no snow in it. Laying her down, he untied her hair and make sure she landed softly before going right back to where they stopped. She was so completely lost in the moment, that she didn't even realized where his hand was trailing before it was too late. His frozen fingers sent a jolt through system, a moan escaping her for the first time as her body was now on fire. With a reaction like that, and with how warm it felt inside her, Yamamoto was now throbbing so badly that it almost hurt. But to not force himself on her any further, he continued to let his fingers slide in and out, while sometimes leaving mouth to play with her breasts; Midori felt like she was going to go crazy. 'How the hell did my night turn out like this?'
She tried to think on it, but she couldn't focus—it felt too good. She knew he was going all out for her, and she was taking advantage. She felt the need to reciprocate. Her body left out another deep sigh, as his tongue traced along her nipple with his hand still playing inside of her. Nervous, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her mouth.
Up till now, Yamamoto wasn't sure how she felt about all of this. Before now, he had never even kissed a girl; he was going by everything his dad told him. So when she pulled him to her, he felt reassured to try something else. But this thought was put aside as he felt her hand run up his shirt, feeling on his stomach. It made his skin crawl in a good way, but it wasn't enough. He let his tongue continue to play in her mouth as her hands trailed on his body more. It was interesting to him, but every time his finger would hit a certain spot, her body would twitch—he liked seeing it. So in attempt to covertly do what he wanted, he plunged his fingers deep, letting his finger tips rub on that one spot. She went wild.
Midori didn't know what he did to her, but she lost complete control of herself. Her body tensed up hard, mouth forcing a gasp, and her hands gripped on Yamamoto's body as hard as they could. Little did she know, that her nails that were probing into his back made his eyes roll back; no more holding back. He let out a groan, unable to take how much of a tease all of this was for him, but he couldn't go further; she didn't give 'the cue' as his dad put it.
But in Midori's moment of lust her hands rushed to his jeans, forcing one hand through without even bothering to unbutton him. Yamamoto jumped to her cold hand on him, he couldn't help but get wetter. 'Just rub me Midori, just keep going,' was what he was thinking. And that's what she did after wondering why it was so kind of sticky in there.
"Did you go?"
He tilts his head, "What?" He stops for a second, worried that he lost her.
"You're sticky." She cocks a brow.
His face blushes, "Uhh, guys can get wet too you know…" She didn't know
"Oh." She didn't know at all.
This made her feel extremely dumb: not only did she make herself look stupid, but she obviously ruined the moment. Yamamoto was thinking it was his dick that fucked everything up; 'Agh, dammit you.' But neither wanted to stop, only Midori was going to finally give the cue her baseball nut needed. She started to get up ('Fuck, she's done,' is what he believed) only to push him on bottom—time to give what's owed.
Midori would be a liar if she said she wasn't nervous; lewd actions like these weren't even in her vocabulary, but she was learning tonight. She wanted to. She started to kiss him again while moving his hand back down to her wettest, most precious spot. Yamamoto was so turned on by this alone, he needed no further instructions as the plunged his fingers inside with ease. He would do this to her all night, if that's what she wanted. But this time he did it harder, putting a slight rhythm to it; her body pulsed to his beat. His other hand ran down her side—making her gasp—until he roughly grabbed her ass. She couldn't do anything in response to Yamamoto's aggression; it was a sexual overload. With a moan louder than usual, her body shivered, and Yamamoto felt her get wetter and hotter from his fingers; it was running down his hand and eventually dripping on his pants. In this moment, Midori's arms buckled, making her upper half fall on her man. Yamamoto wanted to make her feel even better.
Midori's arms picked her up again, and her eyes finally looked to Yamamoto, only to catch him watching the very dirty things he's doing to her; it turned her on more. He looked up and saw that she caught him, but he could tell she like it. Those cranberry eyes of hers could tell no lies. This was his cue.
He threw her back on the bottom, completely dominating her. Midori didn't really understand what he was up to, but when she realized his lips were moving lower and lower down her stomach, the anxiety burned like wildfires in july.
"N-no…" She squeezed her legs shut. She couldn't handle the idea of his mouth there; it was too dirty.
He didn't listen. He knew girls loved what he was about to do.
Scared of what he was doing, she clamped her legs shut. She looked down nervously as Yamamoto returned with a sexy stare, with full confidence that he was going to put his mouth down there one way or the other. She couldn't admit it—but she did want it. Still, she wouldn't lossen. Yamamoto only smirked again as he pushed her pressed legs towards her face, and let his tongue slide on the part that he could get to.
Now, like everything else, he really had no experience, but he wanted to do it, and he knew men did this for girls. He remembered what his dad told him one drunken night, "Takeshi, I'll just tell you now. A girl will easily choose the asshole that goes down on her 5 times week, over the nice guy who once does it once. Real men go down there and love every minute of it."
As his tongue traced her most sensitive spot, he watched her body quake from the sensation and her moan was louder than ever. 'Shit. He wasn't lying…' He only smiled wide as he forced her legs open and lightly trailed his tongue along the lips. Midori was next to heaven, little did she know that it all got better. And it did, after he put a little more pressure down and eventually pushed his tongue inside; swirling it in a circular motion. Midori's back arched and her pelvis rocked inself into the perfect position to move up to a more sensitive spot on the outside.
Midori's mind was gone. She couldn't even formulate a sentence if she tried. She was utterly immersed in Yamamoto's mouth that brought her to deeper levels of ecstasy; she needed it. No, she needed him to feel this too. Now it was hard, but Midori brought herself back and pulled Yamamoto's face back to hers. Without even considering it, she kissed him hard as her hands trailed down and fumbled his pants open; Yamamoto was kind of wondering if he wasn't doing a good job.
"It's your turn."
"W-what?" He was still feeling like he sucked.
"I can have all the fun."
"You can if you want."
"Don't tempt me. Lay down."
Her last comment eased him as he let her body push him down, watching her pull his distraught friend whose head was in alarming pain from lack of release. "So this is what these things look like…" The way she inspected him… it was too much, he had to bust out laughing.
"Oh. Is it funny?" She was feel lustful play coming on. She was going to roll with it.
"Uhh." He didn't know what to say.
"I'll show you something better." His friend throbbed in her hand. 'So cool,' she thought.
Midori began to get closer to the little desperado that probably started all of this; Yamamoto was hoping he wouldn't go yet. "Chu." Yamamoto watched as she laid a small kiss on the head, it made him let out a low moan. That alone could be the memory he jerks it to for the rest of his life. But he can't take his eyes off the girl as she keeps kissing him in all different places until (GROAN) his head flung back to the sight and feel of her tongue that licked off the wetness that came out of the top.
As new as he was to all of this, he wasn't so nervous. He looked as her and pleaded longingly for "more."
"More?" she licked him again, trailing from the base to the tip.
"Ahhhmm, yes." He couldn't stand the idea of going home like this.
"Mmm, okay."
He couldn't really hear what she said, but he easily saw her tongue wrap around him, and let his head go in. "(Sigh) Oh my god." This was the greatest his dick has ever felt. He closed his eyes and eventually laid completely down as she went to work the best she could. Yamamoto was in heaven; 'thank you baseball gods.'
Hoeiosho* - a Buddhist monk who acts like Santa Claus. He brings presents to each house and leaves them for the children. Some think he has eyes in the back of his head, so children try to behave like he is nearby.
furisode* - the most formal kimono for unmarried women, with colorful patterns that cover the entire garment. They are usually worn at coming-of-age ceremonies and by unmarried female relatives of the bride at weddings and wedding receptions.
obi* - the sash worn with kimono.
karihimo* - s a narrow sash used to aid in dressing up, often made of silk or wool. They are used to hold virtually anything in place during the process of dressing up, and can be used in many ways depending on what is worn. Some of the karihimos are removed after datejime or obi have been tied, while others remain worn beneath the layers of the dress. The karihimo that is worn around the hips to create the extra fold or ohashori in women's kimono is called koshihimo, literally "hip ribbon".