I don't own Skip!Beat, nor the characters in this fan fic. This is just for the viewing pleasure of fans and not for profit.
It's a good thing this was only a fantasy, Ren decided. Otherwise, he would've been embarrassed by his own drunken clumsiness. While it wasn't all elbows and awkwardness, like his first forays into sex had been, there were awkward elbows involved and she'd laughed at him when he got the zipper on her track suit stuck, kicked him by accident when he'd tried to help pull off her pants and then slid under the sheets and was staring at him- waiting- still clad in her underwear. Seriously? He shook his head to clear it before stalking across the small bed toward her. He hadn't made a good first impression.
Kyouko shrieked when Ren tore the sheet off the bed, instinctively pulling her knees up and covering her bra and panties with an arm across her chest and one hand "down there." Like a predator sensing wounded prey, his eyes narrowed and glinted in the dim light. Her heart thumped, breaking the quiet. She was sure he was going to rip her remaining clothes off and she was already burying her best sports bra in an imaginary lingerie funeral when he said, "Relax. I won't hurt you." His voice was low, soft and intense. He moved- almost- gracefully until he sat beside but keeping a bit away from her. One large hand rested on her bent knees. His movements seemed designed to keep her calm and she tried to do as he'd said but knowing his fingers were only inches from her underwear kept her tense.
"I want to worship you," he said as his hand slid slowly down her shin, caressing her calf briefly and then stroking her foot. Wait, she thought, my foot?! Was he that sauced? What could be sexy about a foot? He picked it up carefully, looking thoughtful, as if it were Cinderella's dainty slipper. His hands spread warmth as they moved and felt it all over, from the painted toes, along the pink underside and up to dimpled ankles.
Tickling didn't quite describe it... Kyouko thought tingling might, until he leaned over and gave her foot a kiss. His eyes never left hers and she was too stunned to yell at him. That part isn't clean, she wanted to scream, but nothing came out. After performing, she'd been drenched in sweat of course, so she'd showered before she went out with the boys, but still- that had been hours ago! He smiled his sultry smirk and his tongue came out to trace everywhere his fingers had just been. She almost did stop him then, her right hand stretched out with palm out, but just then his tongue found a spot between her big toe and the long toe beside it. It felt so naughty, slithering there and wrapping around the toe before taking it into his mouth and she finally did have to say something,
"Ahhhn!"
One hand flew over her mouth, horrified at how that had sounded. Was this how his real lover would've responded? That girl would be young, like Kyouko, and probably as inexperienced as Kyouko, but would she be so fully entranced by how he moved, open mouthed, along the side of her foot, unexpectedly biting her arch before soothing it and moving up the inside of her calf? Another sound escaped her filter, or was that three, by now? She wasn't sure what was expected of her. He didn't seem the least bit put off by her noises as he raised her foot higher and licked a line up the back of her calf to a spot behind her knee. She was trembling by the time he passed that spot and rested, with his face beside her knee cap, looking up at her, nuzzling the delicate skin on the inside of her thigh. She was still lost in his eyes, seductive charmer that he was! And now he reached for her left hand, the one splayed across her panties defensively.
This is it, she thought, tensing both protective arms. Her free leg inched slightly inward. He had control over the other and could've knocked her ass over teakettle if he'd wanted to; there was no way to balance and the pillow behind her would be no help. Instead, he rested her leg over one of his shoulders and gently leaned forward, putting a hand on her left shoulder. She looked from it to him questioningly. As if her ability to speak had been stolen away, words devolved into gasps and soft sounds as his fingertips traced a trail of goosebumps from her shoulder to her bicep, bicep to forearm and forearm down to wrist and then, the hand! The only real barrier between him and "it." She clenched her eyes shut, body as taut as a drum. Let it be quick, she thought!
Feathery touches tickled the back of her hand. That was all? Was this what she'd been afraid of? She was prepared to see this through to the end, to be his "girlfriend" - all the way! Yet he did nothing to move her hand or rip off her underwear and have his way with her. She felt... disappointed. One of her eyes blinked open and then the other. Ren was still looking at her, hooded eyes as calm as ever. He smiled once she was looking at him again.
"Good," he cooed and moved his touch back up her arm. His other hand squeezed her upright leg and gently set it on the bed next to him. What was good? Did this mean she was acting like his lover would? She looked for Corn in his face and, with that heavenly smile aimed right at her, it was easier than ever to find. Her fairy prince had a rounder, more boyish face but it would've thinned out into something like his, she imagined. Surely a grown up Corn would be more handsome than a mere human, but Ren was handsome as well. Very handsome, in fact. Her shoulders relaxed. It eased her mind somewhat if she thought of this as both of them playing pretend. His smile grew wider and then came closer and closer. Feathery kisses graced her face, no longer so sloppy and drunken. When his tongue trailed along her jaw, she knew he had serious intent this time. A thrill ran down her spine.
"Is this a dream," he murmured to himself. His sly tongue was tracing the shell of her ear now, the light touch driving her crazy. "Is it," he repeated with some urgency and heat. It sounded rhetorical, but she couldn't form words to answer, even if it weren't. She managed a nod and he seemed content with that, sneaking a deep breath in her hair before saying, "Good." One of his hands cradled her neck while the other splayed across her back. A second later, there was a feeling of freedom as her restraining bra slipped off her shoulders.
"Wha-" her protest was swallowed by his kiss- deep and long. When they parted, he whispered, "I want to touch you, taste every inch of you." She couldn't meet his eyes, although her arms now encircled his neck and she'd somehow ended up with him leaning her into the pillow, her legs straddling his waist. Ren nuzzled the sides of her face, trying to get her to look at him. Giving up, he confessed to the crook of her neck, "I want you. Kyouko, please?"
She wished he wouldn't use her name! It made it so much more confusing, more difficult to keep up this girlfriend character, the facade she needed. Rather than answer, she turned her head away, arching her neck in invitation, moving her hands above her head in submission. He sighed, but didn't give her another NG, so she tried to relax and enjoy his tongue trailing once again. This time he was headed down her neck and, with stops only to kiss or press his teeth into her, he continued on toward her collarbone. Her breathing hitched and nearly stopped as he hit the hollow in her collarbone. He explored that area and his breath fanned southward; sensitive skin puckered in response and she was roused to try and rub her chest against him, seeking any friction she could get, although he was curled away from her, so that only her peaks brushed him, in a teasing way. Why was he so excessively tall?
Kyouko cried out in wordless need and then arched up and cried out again- this time in wordless thanks- as warmth and moisture and movement curled around her areola. One of his hands went behind her, supporting her efforts to push herself further into his mouth. His other kept her gasping, as it first cupped and then pinched, pulled, rolled and teased her other nipple until it, too was feeding her cries and causing her to writhe against him. His tongue moved in pulses, delicious suction and motion eliciting a deeper need within her.
"Mmmmm," she said. His lips! Teeth... "Ah!" Ren! More. Tongue, rubbing... There! More! She moved her hips downward, trying to increase contact with him- anything! More! Corn! Her keening rose in pitch and his rhythm increased, the hand on her back flexing into her muscles in a demand she didn't understand. "Mo-" She covered her mouth, biting her fist to keep her thoughts from tumbling out.
Her passivity unnerved him. He moved his hands to give her more support and brought her upright as he redoubled the onslaught of pleasure to her breasts. Her breathing changed to panting and then her panting tried to form words. Ren moved her up and down his abdomen, adding to the friction. Her thigh muscles tensed where they circled his waist. He shifted his arms, allowing his left to take the weight across her back and freeing up his right to travel around to the front and down.
"Yes! More... Ren... I want... Ah! Co-" Kyouko gasped and opened her eyes in shock. This was it! Part of her was scared- it wanted to crawl away- but the rest of her was fighting to throw him down and take what she wanted! She looked down, to the mess of black hair that moved along her chest and then into the sultry, dilated eyes that looked up at her, his mouth just now letting go of a pink nipple, an audible noise adding to the decadence. His hand took that moment to breach the white fabric and push it aside, exposing the last of her heated skin to the cool air in the room.
Kyouko stilled. Was this it?
Light touches circled, dipping in only to spread the natural fluids around. Ren reigned in his own needs to focus on her reaching hers. He took her mouth, which she'd left open in shock. Gentle, gentle touches. He traced her labia, spreading them, then ghosting along the exposed soft skin up and down slowly; his mouth mirrored this approach, melting her defenses, swallowing her surprised squeals. Her breathing was becoming more and more frantic between kisses and his fingertips were gliding easily along slick and slippery skin. Still, it meant nothing if he couldn't break through this strangely submissive shell! He wanted her to want this as much as he did and he'd been wanting it since before Dark Moon. She'd become this obsession, without even trying. If this was a "first time" fantasy, he wanted it to be mind blowing. He looked fondly on her open, panting mouth- red lips with a trace of saliva from where he'd trailed his tongue as he left it only seconds ago- and her hair- framing a beautiful, wanton face, glistening with sweat. Her body ground down on his hand, spasming as she begged him for more. This was his Kyouko! There was no way that bastard Sho could ever bring her to this!
"Aaah!" she cried out and grimaced. Ren stopped, realizing two of his fingers were now firmly seated inside her, knuckles deep. Gently, with soothing words, he tried to kiss her, but she bit his lower lip. "Just do it!" she hissed.
His playboy smile widened as she kissed the lip she'd hurt. So his kitten could bite? He wanted to make her do far more than that!
Sorry, this has grown longer (surprise!) than I expected and our characters were being difficult about falling into bed for me, so it's been a while. If this is deemed too graphic, I'll happily take it down and move over to aff or a similar venue. Feel free to let me know or just... REVIEW!