A/N: I'm back! (I'm not dead!)
Sorry, I've been coming across so many writer's blocks lately.
The insanity of it is indescribable.
Anywho! This will probably be then last chapter to this "mini-series."
But, fear not! I will be creating other stories to satisfy the perverts out there.
About the story!
I've seen a few comments of disapproval, or the fact that you had gotten lost a some point. I've tried to clarify the pupose of each action. I hope this enhances your read. Also, this sexual scene is written as the perspective of a man. I am a woman, thus, I may not be accurate for "certain reactions" to some situations. Please, if you find something that is odd, feel free to tell me.
Enjoy!
WARNING(S): Leomon, and epic lemon. (Epic lemon as in epic description, sorry if it gets "too" descriptive- arousal wasn't what I was aiming for.), and, SUPER FLUFFY, AS IF I COULD FART RAINBOWS.
Some Fun-Chapter 4:
Usui stood there, somewhat stunned. Her sudden questioning was what got to him the most- he has never visited another girls' house before, let alone Misaki's. Though, many may assume something else, he has never visited anyone's house, period- nada. It was a new experience to him, as it was to Misaki, and he would be damned to say that he wasn't excited. Usui has always dreamt of a sleep over, but never lived to experience one...Well, of course, until today. If Usui were to sum up his emotions into one word it would be, satisfaction. He wasn't sure why, but the feeling of fulfillment as those words as they slipped her mouth. The lightness in her voice, the soft tone of the words, spoke more sincerity than the last time she told him that she had to pee (she had almost urinated when standing- it was the same tone of voice, just with the less of the urgency). Usui looked up from the gaze he had set towards the ground. Misaki's hair, was blown across her face, covering the pink dots of her blush. The expression of embarrassment, and regret was plastered upon her face- like a never moving mask. Though, to be frank, Usui didn't mind it- in fact, he enjoyed this expression of her's. Cute. At times like this, Misaki was too honest, and this honesty was what made her so cute. He lifted his hand onto her shoulder, and his fingers grasped it and gave a gentle squeeze. Her head suddenly swung up to meet his eyes, clearly flustered, and lost to his actions.
"I would be glad to" he said.
Misaki smiled a smile that seldomly found a way upon her face. The corners of her mouth were slanted upwards, as her lips glistened in the last rays of the setting sun. Misaki's tugged at Usui's hand, as she beckoned him to follow her home. Usui, felt like he had hired a hooker- though, the feeling of it wasn't terrible since it is Misaki, he could think of times, where he was slightly more excited about being taken somewhere than the moment right now. Maybe, he was just nervous. Usui had remembered the last time any of them visited each other, and he was afraid that he'd somehow mess up. Though, messing up would be the last of his worries, he wasn't even sure her intentions of inviting him over. Moreover, they have to get there to know what to do next, right? Usui suppressed any insecurities as he followed Misaki home.
The walk to her house was like dreadful foreplay. Mosquitoes found their way out, forcing them to kill a few on their body, resurrecting silence. Usui hated it. He wanted Misaki to be in somewhat of a pleasant mood as they arrive to her house, but the mosquitoes are doing a poor attempt in helping- as if they were helping in the first place. Usui felt as if it was him against the world everytime he found himself with Misaki. Though, it may be the complete opposite to his thoughts. Maybe, Misaki did not want to talk to him, and it was a regretful slip of the mouth. Usui, wondered why he was so weak when it comes to "the moment." Although he had found a way to divert his thinking, he wasn't prepared for the question. He thought, that there would be no use in pondering about it any longer, for they had almost arrived at her house. Upon their arrival, Usui noticed the state of her current house. Though, most of the things seemed to be broken, and mended crudely, it could pass for a mediocre house for a family of three.
He liked it.
From the faded floorboards, to the crusty paint on the walls, it had spoken "Misaki" boldly. Not that, he would describe Misaki as old and worn out, but he found the layout of the house, and the colour choice to suite Misaki's style. The old lights strained to dimly light the room, as it seemed that they relied heavily on daylight to see. Usui took off his shoes, and set it aside, reminding himself to courtesy at someone's home. He glanced at Misaki, unsure of what to do next. He wasn't sure of to let himself in, or to wait for her to open areas for him to dwell in.
Misaki seemed to chuckle, and smiled the same smile that was given to him, before their trip to her house. She kicked her shoes off, and shrugged of her bag, discarding it to the nearest corner. He returned her gaze back to Usui, and extended her hand to guide him once more. Though, hesitant of her actions, Usui gladly took her hand, and was soon tugged to her bedroom. Upon entering, her bed would be on his left a desk with a lamp behind it. There were papers scattered upon it, of thus he presumed it to be her work desk. To his right would be her dresser, of which she had ambled towards. Usui assumed that she was changing, so he found himself a way out to let her change in the securities of her privacy.
"No."
Usui almost jumped to her harsh, yet melodic voice. They had been around each other in silence, and the sudden sound had startled him out his wits. He was curious to why she had said 'No.' Was she mad of some sort? No, it seemed like it was more gentle than usual, embracing the gentleness that seemed to have caught itself in the air.
"Stay...Stay in my room."
(Lime)
Usui shrugged, and paced towards her bed before making himself comfortable upon it. He wasn't sure of how open she was. He was a bit frightened- scared that she might say something mean, or better yet, yell at him. Maybe, she had something in her drawer that she would like to show him? Usui's heart throbbed faster, as more uneasing thoughts seemed to blossom one by one. He was nervous, afraid- apprehensive. He was curious of what would happen, yet scared at the same time.
For the first time, Usui was glad that he was wrong.
Misaki's hands grasped the helm of her shirt, slowly trickling it up her body before removing it, and dropping it to the ground. She did the same with her pants, as she looked back shyly, before walking towards Usui. He was beyond stunned. Had she boldly implied sex? He wasn't very sure, but for what he knew of the most, she had revealed herself to Usui, and the lacy designs of her black underwear. Usui blushed, and turned away. He was unprepared for this, and was not sure how to react. He would want to cherish this time, where she's willingly giving her body to him- heck, she would be seducing him right now. Though, his enjoyment was indescribable, he wasn't sure if this would be the correct time...and moment. It seemed a bit too sudden for him, and he was scared that Misaki was only drunk by a subconscious emotion. Nonetheless, she was very persistent. Her hands caressed the sides of his cheek, as her griped firmed, and push Usui's face back forwards to look at her. Usui bit his lip, as he threatens to be aroused. Her hands were cold, but the coldness was welcoming, as well as her. Her face showed strange emotions- empty lust, curiosity, nervousness. She tried ever so hard to mask it, but for Usui, is was something he could see through just a glance.
"Please tell me the reason to these actio-" his words were cut off by Misaki's.
"I want you." she said.
"Huh?"
Usui stared blankly at her, processing what she had said. He wasn't sure if it was a slip of the tongue, or that she really wanted him. It was, just too new for him. Usui knew he was sexually attractive, but for Misaki to say such words? He'd expected pigs to fly. Though, he could tell that she had meant it. Her eyes glistened in the light, as she pressed her knee between his legs, pushing both of them onto the bed. The floorboards creaked mercilessly to the suddenly applied weight. Her body had casted a shadow upon Usui, blocking any incoming light. Their faces was mere centimetres close, and each breath could be felt on their lips. Usui laid there wide eyed, and Misaki was on top, blushing furiously. She lifted herself up an adequate distance from his face, and took a deep breath, before speaking once more. She seemed afraid, and so vulnerable. It would be times like these, where Usui wished to hide her behind his arms, and shield her from the harsh realities of the world. Her face spoke a jumble of emotions, many of which Usui could not recognise- not until she had spoke one of Usui's most life changing phrase. A phrase that he only dreamt of her saying.
"Takumi Usui, I have only realized this now, but...I love you."
At this point, Usui was speechless. He wasn't sure of to cry, to smile, or to kiss. His mind raced once again, with more thoughts than he could handle- he felt as if Misaki was torturing him through this. His mind was beyond blown, and he'd lay there, unsure of how to react, or if he should react in the first place. Usui's heart pounded so hard in his rib cage, he wondered if it would find it's way to pierce through his skin, and burst into bits. Not only did Misaki invite him over, but she'd also confessed. Something, Usui couldn't imagine happening.
Misaki's mouth slanted over his, her warm lips covered his as she pecked it gently. The kiss burned Usui's mouth, as he craved for the feeling yet again. He elevated himself, and met her lips once again. This time, the kiss was wet with tongue and saliva. Every time Misaki decided to pull away to catch her breath, Usui would catch her mouth to continue longer. He found kissing to be addictive, and even more so with Misaki.
(LEMON)
Usui's mouth trailed itself to Misaki's delicate, and pale neck. He kissed, and nipped it gently, but rough enough to leave a mark. Once again, he had heard one of Misaki's melodic moans, as it echoed through the room. His hands slithered to her back, as she roughly undid her bra, and discarded it to a random area of her room. He pulled her head closer to him, as he whispered into her ear.
"We're alone right?"
She kissed him on the lips, and smiled. "Yes we are."
This situation was perfect- no one would be home to bother the two of them, as they continue in isolation, with the only company of each other. He wanted Misaki to remember this moment like no other. She might have had sex with other men (though, he highly doubts it), and he wants to blow her mind. His hands, fondled her breasts, the softness of her breasts were like pillows for his hands. He liked her breasts, and didn't expect them to be thus big-, but of course, he wouldn't complain would he? Her moans grew more constant, the more pressure he had placed onto it. He felt her nipples harden underneath his hands, as he pulled her body up to suck on them.
"Ahh, Usui! What is this feeling?"
"Want." Usui replied, flipping the two of them around, so he would be on top. His mouth, still enclosed tightly around her hard nipple, he began to caress her stomach, slowly nearing her panties. His hands move in small circles, as her soft contoured the build of his hand. Soon, he found himself faced with Misaki's vagina. Her pants were loud, as her breaths echoed to his ears. She was absolutely stunning. She was pink, and pretty, with only wisps of pubic hair. Her thighs were drenched by body fluids, as so were her previously discarded panties. Usui, looked at Misaki, who seemed nervous. Usui smiled, as he gently teased her clitoris, rubbing it with caution, as if she were to be delicate to anything more.
"Ah...Ah! Usui! What are you doing?!"
Ignoring her inquire, he began to pull away, as he removed his own clothing, and looked up at Misaki asking for permission. Though, It took her a while to realize, she nodded and hugged him closely to her, her breasts grazing his chest. Without further delay, Usui thrusted himself into her- into heaven. He loved it so much. The walls seemed to narrow the deeper he went, as it squeezed his tip, stimulating his penis even more than his entry. It was warm, and it heated him even more. He wanted to move quickly, and orgasm at the exact moment, but he knew that enjoyment would only be one-sided towards him. He had to endure.
"Ah..." Misaki moaned, before biting her lip to muffle her voice. Usui leaned in, and whispered seductively into her ear.
"Don't hold your voice back, it's beautiful."
Usui pulled a blanket over them, covering them as the recollect their wits. Misaki laid right beside him, smiling gently, as her eyes glinted a white in the moonlight. Though, her breath was at ease, her hair was still plastered with the remnants of drying sweat. Her hair pooled the pillow messily, as she stared, happily, and drowsily into his eyes. It was a dream come true for him. She'd let him have her body- out of desire. She was smiling, she'd enjoyed it. Must it be God's gift for this to happen. But, either way, it happened. He wasn't sure if she wanted more, but we was for sure that they'd found a connection through this.
"Um, Misaki?"
"Yeah?" She replied, closing a small gap between their bodies on the small, twin sized bed.
"I lov-"
"Yeah, I know. I love you too."
A/N: I won't lie, I got lazy at some point \[°^°]/
This would be the end to this series. I hope this had made sense to the previous plot, for the time I had left was quite the while.
This is Eugeniu signing out.
- Peace.
