Okey Dokey.
So technically this was supposed to come out like... wayyy earlier.
But I started drinking with the family... so yeah, it's late lol.
[I don not own any KHR character] Midori is owned by XxXSkullCookieXxXSlipknot
Please leave comments/advice... it totally loved.
I'm out to drink more
_Dee_
With a light snow falling from the sky, Midori and Yamamoto both couldn't help but feel that slight, lustful nostalgia as they walked their separate paths to school. Though they lived very close to each other, Yamamoto always walked with his two best friends, and Midori always enjoyed her morning commute by herself. Many would imagine that Midori was the type to not like being alone, but it was actually the opposite. As much as she loved her friends, she also loved her time to herself, especially lately. That baseball freak has been slowly turning her into a freak of her own.
Midori snuggled her face inside her thick scarf more as she walked passed the park that she had her first experience with Yamamoto at. With the light layer of snow that covered the ground, the memory only became more vivid, her own chilled hands making her body throb. 'Uhh, I can't think about his right now,' she looks away from the jungle gym. 'I'm going to be late for school if I keep this up, and then I'll definitely get in trouble.' She quickened her pace, not wanting to run into that scary Disciplinary Committee Head.
Ahead of her, Yamamoto was comfortably waiting with Gokudera for their consistently late boss. Gokudera continued to grumble to himself as Yamamoto only laughed at his cynical thoughts. As much as he wanted to tease Gokudera as he usually did, Yamamoto was hoping that Midori would call him that nickname she gave him, like he asked. 'I don't get why she continues to call me by my last name when I call her Midori…' He heard the door to the Sawada residence slam shut, and looked to see his pal Tsuna jaunting over to Gokudera and himself, giving them his usual happy smile:
"Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto!"
"Good morning Jyuudaime!" Gokudera looked like he was looking at fireworks for the first time.
"Hey Tsuna!" Yamamoto gave his usual grin, just all around happy with the way things were going lately.
They continued to walk down the road, talking and laughing amongst themselves about the snowball fight they had recently. Tsuna reflected back, thinking how nice it was that his friends decided to help him watch the kids, but then turned grim thinking oh how it turned out into a massive war. Gokudera grinned wildly, happy with how well he played the opposing team, giving Tsuna the upper hand. Yamamoto just smiled to the idea of snow… he was having a lot of fun with snow lately…
[Bump]
"Ahh, my stuff!"
"Uwah"
"Jyudaime! Are you okay?"
Yamamoto, who had totally missed everything due to his mind wandering on the thoughts of snow, missed out on Midori running into Tsuna's back. She was trying to not think about all the dirty things that had been cluttering inside her head, and wasn't paying attention to who or what was in front of her. But what Yamamoto did catch, was Gokudera helping Tsuna up, which left poor Midori on the ground to try and compose herself. What made Yamamoto more excited about this, were the lacey white boy shorts that were visible from how she fell on the ground. 'White... See through?'
"Stupid Berry Girl! Watch where you are going!" Gokudera was already on the defense.
Midori was too busy rubbing her head.
But Yamamoto squat down with a smile, "Here let me help you."
Part of him wanted to cover her so they couldn't see Yamamoto's favorite place, but helped mainly because he wanted to. He could get the opportunity to talk her that he's been waiting for, as well as watch that cute face of hers more…
"Ah, thank you Yama—moto."
Her eyes looked to see Yamamoto's smile slightly fade; he looked a little hurt, but still helped her pick her stuff up. Midori wanted to call him Yama, like he asked her the other day after having their fun in the equipment room, but it made her nervous that the first time saying it would be in front of his friends. She couldn't do it.
After everything was picked up, and Yamamoto pulled her up to stand, Midori apologized to Tsuna before running off to school. 'That was so embarrassing!' Yamamoto watching this, thinking that maybe Midori didn't like him, but really only liked messing with him. The snow wasn't such an appealing thought to him anymore.
With school half passed, the boys were now sitting on the roof eating lunch and going through the motions of school like they usually did. Gokudera was too absorbed in his Jyudaime to see it, but Tsuna had noticed that Yamamoto wasn't his usual happy self. And he wasn't. Yamamoto thoughts were perfectly laced with confusion about Midori. 'Did I not show that there was more to this than just messing around with her?' As his thoughts trailed on loop, he was eventually interrupted by Tsuna's curiosity:
"Yamamoto, are you okay?" Tsuna gave him a curious look
Gokudera already looked pissed, 'why is he getting all Jyudaime's attention…'
Yamamoto looked over and smiled, "What? I'm fine, haha. What would give you that impression?"
"Well is there anything going on between you… and Okamura-san?"
Tsuna face was slightly blushed, thinking about the wink he saw Okamura give Yamamoto the other day. Yamamoto was surprised that Tsuna figured out what was bothering him so quickly, but then again, it was one of the reasons Tsuna was so great.
Yamamoto's smile faded a little, giving Tsuna a distant stare, "I'm not sure really." He then grinned real wide to say, "I like her a lot, but I don't know if that is how she feels about me." Tsuna could easily tell how much it bothered him, and also felt nervous for making him talk about something so personal.
Gokudera watched them both, only getting more fumed that he didn't have these kinds of moments with his boss. 'Maybe I should tell boss about my ant farm that Bianchi killed when I was little…'
Tsuna nervously stammered out, "M-m-maybe you should just talk to her." He didn't want to hear anymore.
Yamamoto gave him a surprised glance for a moment, before finally saying, "Maybe I should then," He grinned again, feeling dumb that he didn't do that in the first place. Tsuna was such a great friend; so caring of his friends.
"Juudaime… One time… my sister…" Gokudera was swirling his finger against the roof of the building.
"I think I'm gonna leave to go and talk to her," Yamamoto smiled at them both, not interested in what Gokudera was about to mutter out. Probably something to get Tsuna's attention.
Tsuna watched Yamamoto leave, and hoped that he would figure it all out. He then looked back to Gokudera, who he remembered to be saying something:
"Gokudera-kun, were you saying something?"
"One time, my sister killed my ant farm… I was really upset."
"Uwahh! Gokudera-kun don't say such weird things so easily!"
Downstairs in the classroom, Midori, Kyoko, and Hana were all eating their lunches and talking about Midori's love problems:
Kyoko says, "I think you and Yamamoto-san would look very good together." She smiley warmly at Midori.
Hana rolls her eyes and tells Midori, "You need to talk to him."
"But after what I did this morning… I can't. I was so embarrassed and I didn't call him what he asked me too…"
Kyoko's eyes widened, "Did he tell you to call him Takeshi?" She was jealous of her blooming love. 'Maybe I could to Tsu-kun... no.'
"Well he didn't do that, but I accidentally called him Yama the other day, and he told me that he wanted me to call him that."
Hana rose an eyebrow, "And you called him Yamamoto this morning?"
"Yeah… I couldn't be so informal to him after being so stupid. I didn't want to embarrass him…" Midori felt pretty dumb thinking this now.
Kyoko only gave a downtrodden look with a cute fringe to it. 'I would do the same..."
Hana laughed before saying, "Embarrassed? No good Tsuna would have probably fallen with or without you bumping into him."
Midori thought it was funny how Hana was always thinking negative thoughts about Tsuna. I guess its because Hana has known him so long, but then again, he really is a silly kid. Always messing something up—it cracked Midori up.
The girls all got quiet, mainly because Midori didn't really want to talk about Yamamoto anymore. So in an attempt to get away from the situation, Midori walked out of the class, telling the girls that she was going to the bathroom. Once she was out the door and walking towards the bathroom, she already felt ten times better; 'Ehh, I don't really need to go, but I'll just go in there to check my hair or something stupid.' Little did Midori know, that her Yama's fan club had been waiting for this moment all day.
Once inside the bathroom, Midori blankly stared at herself, wondering what could possibly keep a guy like Yama so interested in her. He could have any girl, what made her so special? It was so confusing to—
"You think you're so hot, don't you?" Midori looked over to see a group of six girls standing next one another, all wearing glares at her.
"Uhh, What?" She gave them a blank stare, unsure of what was going on.
Another girl spoke, "Just cause Yamamoto calls you by your first name, you go around and act like you're all that and a bag of chips."
Midori couldn't believe it. The Takeshi team united for an attack. "Uhh, yeah. I have no idea what you're talking about, so I'm just going to leave." She tries to walk away.
But two of the girls push her back, deeper into the bathroom, "You aren't going anywhere."
"Are you guys really going to attack me like this? If you want Yamamoto, maybe you should spend a little more time trying to get yourself closer to him, instead of ganging up on me."
Another girl yells while pushing Midori, "You think you're so fucking smart don't you? You and that ugly fucking face of yours." This made Midori so mad.
"Really? Now you're going to call me names? You guys are so cool, I'm out of here." She wanted to leave before she really got annoyed.
"Hah, you aren't going anywhere you whore."
Midori stopped.
"Whore? You don't even know me."
The girl knew she hit a nerve, "Everything about you screams whore. So how many guys have you been with?"
Midori was livid, "My life isn't any of your business, but if you feel the extreme need to know, I'm a fucking virgin."
She wasn't going to listen to this any longer. That last blow really hurt. Hana was right. She tried to push passed them, but they kept pushing her back from the door, muttering "whore" and "slut" with every push that sent her farther from the door. 'Can you please ring bell?' The bell never rang, but eventually a girl walked in, leaving the Takeshi team to flee, only to attack another day. Midori sighed; she could feel the tears of frustration coming.
She walked out of the bathroom and shuffled off to the classroom, knowing lunch was pretty much over. Her face burned from the crappy feeling that loomed in her stomach: she knew she wasn't a whore, but messing around like she has been, was making her feel like one now. Midori kept her stare planted firmly towards the floor. Just as her hand touched the classroom door, she felt someone grab her shoulder:
"Midori, can I talk to you?"
She looked up to Yama, giving her a cute smirk, obviously in a good mood like usual. She regretted looking at him—instantly. Yamamoto held Midori's shoulder gently, confused by the look on her face. 'What the? She looks really upset… that is so not like her…"
"I—"
[RIIINNNG!] Lunch was over.
"I can't talk right now."
Midori brushed his hand away and doddered into the class. Yamamoto was so confused by the moment, that he didn't even bother walking into class yet. 'What the hell?'
She was almost to her desk, but was stopped by Hana who gave her a concerned look and asked, "What's wrong?" Hana knew something happened—Midori only gave this look when she's really hurt about something.
Midori looked away from her and whispered, "You were right about the fan club."
Hana was livid. No one hurts her friends like that.
Before Midori could say anything else, Hana stormed out of the classroom. Kyoko looked at both of them in a concerned manner, but knew it would be better to talk about it after school, since the teacher was already at the podium.
Yamamoto was about to walk into class when he saw Hana storm out with a deathly aura. Knowing that she probably knew what was going on with Midori, he stopped her before she could get away:
"Kurokawa-san, do you know what's up with Midori?"
"Maybe you should ask your fan club, or try keeping them in check." Hana felt no desire to even be nice to him. He could have easily prevented this by just asking her out.
"Huh? Fan club?" It was sad to say, but Yamamoto was never made aware of this fan club that was so entirely devoted to him—his mind was only on baseball, Midori, and the mafia game as of lately.
"Your fan club is picking on Midori now. You could've easily prevented this too, asshole." Yamamoto had never been called an asshole until this moment—and he wasn't even mad—just shocked about the idea that he had a fan club and that they were hurting Midori.
"My fan club, is hurting Midori? When did I get a fan club?" Yamamoto was asking all the wrong questions—typical.
Hana rolled her eyes in irritation and walked away from him, about to thrash on some Takeshi disciples.
Either way, Yamamoto was feeling like an asshole—Hana was right.
Inside the classroom, Yamamoto sat down quickly, looking over to a very sullen Midori. 'Damnit, I am an asshole.' The door opened once more, to the Disciplinary Committee vice president, Kusakabe Tetsuya, throwing Hana Kurokawa inside the classroom, as well as a beaten Sawada Tsunayoshi and beaten Gokudera Hayato. Those two were bitten to death for grouping, as Kusakabe explained to their Sensei.
"Thank you, Kusakabe for bringing my students back to class."
Kusakabe only nodded and shut the door behind him.
"Uhh, okay. Going on with class… I forgot to mention this earlier, but I have assigned Yamamoto Takeshi and Midori Okamura to clean up the class this week afterschool…"
Their sensei kept speaking, but Midori and Yama both stopped listening. With one look towards each other, they knew the end of the day was going to be awkward.
Class has now ended, and the students were exiting the room just they would on any other day. Hana gave Midori a hug, telling her that she would let Kyoko in on what happened; Midori only nodded with a smile in return. In her last second, Hana sent one more glare at Yamamoto, who gave only a blank stare in response. Hana couldn't help but put all her anger on Yamamoto—he's supposed to be the man. He needs to act like one.
With Hana out the door, this left Midori and Yamamoto by themselves to clean in silence. Of course, Yamamoto figured if there was any time, now would be the time to clear this all up:
"Umm, Midor—"
"What am I to you?" Midori sounded angry. She wouldn't even turn to him.
"Uhh, a girl… that I—" He began to walk towards her.
"So I'm just something to have fun with?" Her shoulders tensed.
"No." He was right behind her.
"Then?" She still wouldn't turn around.
Yamamoto could tell where this was going, so before she could get really upset, he gently turned her face to his and kissed her, biting her lip.
"That doesn't—"
"I want you to call me Takeshi."
Midori's head tilted.
"I want you to be my girlfriend, and to call me Takeshi."
She tried to turn her face away, but he pulled her back and kissed her again.
"I do this only because I like you. Why do you?"
"Well I like you too, but I…"
"But?" He didn't want any more problems.
"I don't want you to go out with me only to get some."
He rolled his eyes, "I only mess with you because it makes you feel good. I've never once asked you to do anything to me."
She looked back biting her lip; he only smiled at her.
They both knew where this was going, like usual.
He pressed his lips on her again, this time letting his tongue slip inside her mouth as she let out a deep breath through her nose. Midori couldn't deny this, and she knew they were on the same page about this. The hand slid up her thigh, while the other one ran down her arm until his hand was on top of hers. Midori's mind was buzzing as she felt Yama's finger pull on the lace of her boyshorts, his fingers easily slipping past. "Hahh, Yama…" Yamamoto stopped kissing her, moving his mouth right by her ear, "Say my name…"
She looked at him, "Yama?"
He let an eyebrow rise as his tongue slid on her ear lobe, "No. Call me Takeshi."
Her face blushed as his hand was now grabbing her ass. "Mmm…"
He smiled, "Say it." His fingers brushed lower. She let out a shrill sigh.
"Ta... I can't…" Her face almost hurt from how badly it was blushing.
He let out a deep breath, his mouth moving down, "I want you to call me Takeshi."
She gasped. His fingers were right there, just touching where he had already made her so wet. "I-I…" She could barely think.
"Say my name Midori," his mouth was now nibbling on her neck while his fingers kept brushing against his favorite place on her.
"Mmm, Ta…keshi." His friend that was already very firm, now began to throb. But in satisfaction, he finally slid his fingers in.
"Ahh…"
"Please say it again Midori." He was now licking along her jawline.
"Mmm Takeshi…." Her body was shivering from how much it turned her on.
He kissed Midori on her cheek, "Thank you, my girlfriend Midori." His fingers got a little rougher in their thrust.
Midori, could only let out moans and pants as Yamamoto kept his pushing his fingers sliding in and out of her in a perfect rhythm while he now let his other hand slide up her shirt, rubbing up her side slowly.
"Mmm, Takeshi." She loved saying it… only she was aloud to say it.
He only smiled, more turned on that he was making her feel that good.
Yamamoto's friend throbbed harder, but he easily ignored it. Today was only about Midori; he could take care of him later. Midori only moaned to his fingers, wanting more. Takeshi wanted to hear his name once more. So he began to thrust his hand a little harder, letting his fingers rub on that one spot that drives her crazy.
"Ahh, Takeshi. It feels good."
"Good, but I can make it feel better." He heard all he needed.
Yamamoto let his fingers slip out, letting his fingers wipe her wetness on her as he lifted her skirt up. He couldn't help it—he wanted to see her ass. Midoricould only feel hunger as she wanted more from her Takeshi. Her body trembled as she felt the same hand covered in her wetness, now push her over to lay on top of the desk, ass hanging over as face went lower and lower, until he eventually got to see her in the best way. 'Oh my god, I'm going to be imagining this view for god knows how long now,' was his only thought as Takeshi was looking at the picturesque view of her lower half before going in—he was going all the way for his girlfriend. He was going to show that this was only for Midori.
"Ahhh my god… what… mmmmmnoo, it feels…"
Takeshi wouldn't stop; she tasted too good. He could only lick her more as Midori's body flinched to him hitting her just right. Midori didn't know what to do with herself, being laid over the desk the way she was. She couldn't admit it, but she wanted to see him make her feel so good… no she had to.
"Takeshi, I-I…. want to… see you." His member spit a little. This was one of those baseball gods moments that he was thankful for.
So without a second wasted, he stood up to flip her over on the desk, giving her a rough kiss as he shoved his fingers back inside. Midori felt so good, she couldn't contain her moans.
"Mmmmahhh, Takeshi…" Her hands were searching for something to cling to. He wanted to hear her say it so much more.
He pulled away from her mouth, "Say it again."
She looked at him dead in the eyes, lost in her pleasure, "Takeshi."
He smiled, and decided that he wanted another taste.
So his mouth went lower, letting his tongue slide on her most precious spot while he continued to thrust his finger inside. He wanted his girlfriend to shiver in complete pleasure. He wanted to make Midori feel her best.
"Mmmmmahhh, Takeshi! Ahhh!" She was getting louder.
He didn't stop. Takeshi wanted to taste her at her hottest moment
"MMMmy god, Takeshi! I it feels so good, don't stop, please!"
He wanted to touch himself from her hot moans.
"Ta-tak-keshii…. Mmmm yes…" Her hands were now running through his hair in satisfaction. It felt so good; she wanted him more… she wanted him on top of her…
The feeling of her fingers running through his scalp drove him wild as he continued to run his tongue around her most precious spot. He wanted to make her go—he would no matter what.
Mmmm ahhh, my yes…. Ya, Takeshi I can't take anymore…" She felt like she was going to wet herself.
He wouldn't stop.
"Mmmm stop, no more! Ahh god." Her mind was near explosion from the buzz.
His fingers thrusted deeper.
Her body twitched harder than ever, bursting at the seams. "Ahhh yes! MMMyesss!" She couldn't even control her volume. Takeshi would get off so well to this later, as he felt her go all over his hand and face. He was more than happy doing this.
Midori's head was in the clouds as Takeshi wiped his face off, knowing that she probably couldn't understand him. "Midori?" He asked for her, but only got a soft moan as she pulled his mouth to hers, unable to comprehend anything else but how good she felt all over. The waves of pleasure were still flowing throughout.
"Midori"
"Mm, Takeshi." She pulled his waist towards her, "More…"
His member was on the same page of her, "Midori, you don't want that."
But right now, she really did, "Takeshi. Please?"
He was very torn, wanting to feel that good too, "Not today Midori. I want you as my girlfriend longer."
[Tack, Tack, Tack, Tack...] They could hear footsteps nearing...
Midori's mental buzz was gone, "Shit!"
In her panic, she flung herself off the desk only to fall to the floor. Her head may not have been in the clouds anymore, but her body certainly was.
"Whoa, are you okay?" Takeshi picked her up quickly, just as panicked by the footsteps that were closing in
"Uhh, yeah. I don't know actually, I just feel really light and weird… in a good way." Takeshi was feeling proud... 'shit, not right now!'
Getting back up, Midori's legs buckled once more from her precious spot still throbbing in pleasure. Takeshi only laughed, sitting her on the desk while he 'continued to clean the classroom' up. Midori could only watch him, embarrassed of the perverse things that were running through her mind while he was down on her. 'I can't believe I told myself I wanted him-"
[SMACK!]
Takeshi and Midori looked to the door. Hibari was here to serve justice.
He was glaring at Takeshi, "I heard yelling. Disturbing my sleep is against school rules. Prepare to be bitten." The tonfas were out.
But Takeshi knew he wasn't violent around girls, "Are you sure you want Midori to see that?"
Hibari's eyes shifted over to the Midori's cranberry colored eyes, 'that's the girl with the smell...'
"Hmph." He walked over to Midori, who was now in a state of terror.
Her body was so confused, that it somehow became wet again. "Ahh, Takeshi?" She didn't really know what to do.
Takeshi began to briskly walk to her, but stopped when he watched Hibari stop right in front of Midori, give her a sniff, and then walk away after squinting his glare. Takeshi knew exactly what he could smell, and was now feeling very protective. But what he didn't know, was that even though Hibari had no idea what the smell was, he sure as hell was curious to know what it was. 'I hate that girl... I don't get that smell.' Hibari wouldn't admit it, but there was something about it that was very attractive. Despite this, he only walked away from her and muttered, "Disturb the peace of Namimori again, and I will bite."
Midori's dirty mind immediately thought of Takeshi's teeth, biting her ever so softly...
