Happy Birthday, Misaki
Author's Note: So, I heard some people wanted me to write something on the M rated side of the spectrum? Misaki's Birthday Bash #2 (29.06.16) Write to me in reviews guys!
Why I didn't rate this as M in the ratings: I felt like the content wasn't LEMONY or descriptive enough, (Since 12 year olds are writing lemons these days, M rating doesn't stop them, does it?), I don't this this is Dirty enough. Anyway, If you all want me to make it M RATED, Inform me.
Don't read if you're not at least 17 years old. Seriously.
-x-
I hate his touch.
He's driving me insane.
I can't help but pull his hair out in frustration because he wouldn't just give me what I want. I can feel him smirk against my legs, he even dares to blow air in my sweet parts with a sweet smile. He's so happy right now damn it, I wish I could just wipe that smirk off his face right now. I don't get the chance as I feel his tongue continuing their sweet and savoury touch. I throw my head back, its too much. It's fucking too much. I feel him laugh as I lose all rational thought. He has some guts, doesn't he? He twists the fabric of my underclothing around his fingers as he plays me like a fucking guitar, and I can't help but pull him closer, I'm fucking frustrated right now. Another finger and I lose all thoughts, my mind has gone blank and I can feel myself saying incoherent things that my mind doesn't register anymore. He trails his finger along the length of my legs as his face disappears in between my legs.
"What's wrong, Ayuzawa?" he murmurs against my thigh and plants a kiss there, his lips merely touch my skin and move away, "Nothing-ahh!" I manage.
"Didn't quite catch you. That good, huh?" He teases me, his skilled fingers mock me and I can't feel but think that I'd still have this sweet torturous embarrassment every day. Yes, that good.
I manage to pull my body up with the little strength I have and scoff, "Not even enough" I smirk, of course, I don't want to give him the satisfaction. He eyes me challengingly as his fingers stop and he smirks, "You'll regret this." He promises and I shudder, maybe I want to regret after all. His movements become faster—finally giving me what I want, and my mind goes blank again, if this continues I'm sure I'll pass out. He chuckles when my fingers automatically pull his hair, maybe I scraped my nails on his scalp too hard, but at this point, I'm too dazed to care or know.
"Oh, and Misa?" he speaks in a murmur as he tries to catch my attention, I lift my head somehow and look at him, he moves towards me, kisses me on the lips and I taste me in him,
"Happy Birthday, Misaki."