One Shot-1 (Lemon)
Haimura X Yuriko
A short girl with long brown hair coming to her waist ran up the stairs to the small apartment she called home.
She wore a much too large raincoat over her sailor's uniform and bag. Her shoes were kept neatly in her bag as she moved about skillfully, avoiding all the dangers which could befall her bare feet. A nail or discarded stapler could spell disaster and a world of pain both physically and mentally.
Her mother had this penchant for nagging.
The strong winds sent raindrops into all directions, turning the smooth tiled floor into something not unlike an ice skating rink. The girl, not one to lose out on such an opportunity, used it to her advantage and 'skated' in the broadest sense of the word to her doorstep, the second last along the corridor.
Being caught out in the rain, she decided not to risk taking her raincoat off to retrieve the key nestled safely in a certain compartment and resorted to slamming her fist on the plain hand-made wooden door.
Even after a whole minute of knocking however, there was no reply.
Considering the chances of her mom not being home were low., especially in this rain, she guessed that the thin metal roofing must be very noisy. Noisy enough to mute the sound of her knocking.
Eyeing the neighbouring door, the final door along the corridor, the girl shrugged before strolling over and giving it a few nice hard knocks.
Unlike her home, this door was the conventional thin low quality wooden door. As a result, knocking became much louder for the inhabitants.
Cracks in the nearby walls allowed small plants to grow alongside the potted plants placed artistically in all the free spaces. Said plants were enjoying the heavy downpour. A few chains came down from the ceiling, holding snail shells which in turn contained minute amounts of soil and a small plant.
Just as the girl was about to sulk, the door swung open to reveal a young woman in her mid-twenties holding a knife long enough to be considered a sword and an apron covered with blood. A strong fishy smell came from her soaked clothes.
Coming in at around 1.6 meters, it would have been easy for her to blend in with most people if not for her appearance. Large blue eyes and pink hair made her stand out from the masses. Her fashion sense too. She was simply incapable of choosing matching clothes and wore whatever was on hand. Currently, a green turquoise apron covered some mismatched red and orange clothes.
Her eyes brightened when she saw the familiar face. "Aunt Akemi!"
"Oh hey Fumie-chan! Come in, come in. Is Yuriko not home?"
The younger of the pair shook her head.
"She can't hear my knocking... The rain's too loud."
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Aunt Akemi was her father's sister... even though they look completely unlike each other. It was great luck that she wasn't left stranded outside the homes of both her family.
While Fumie's father was a rather quiet man who made music arrangements for bands, her aunt was a rowdy sushi chef who ran a store not far from their apartment. The police had even dropped by a couple of times to warn her about using a katana to slice her sushi though a bottle of sake and some fresh sashimi usually shut them up.
With nothing more than a wave, Akemi gestured for the girl to come in, all the while slicing the air with her blade. If not for being in close contact with her for years, the brunette would never venture near the pink-haired sword-wielding maniac.
"What are you making today Auntie?" Fumie asked the elder lady who proceeded to stab her knife forcefully into a reddish fish and severing it's head in one clean cut.
"Akamutsu sashimi. Want some?"
"Mm!"
"Ahhh that was good... what did you do in school today Fumie-chaaaaan?" Akemi asked while sipping from a can of beer.
Fumie gobbled down the last few slices of fish, burped, took a sip of cider and joined her aunt on the sofa.
"Nothing much apart from a boring P.E. class since it was raini-Oh yeah!" Her eyes lit up from remembrance. "Aunt Akemi! Do you know what is 'sex'?"
Beer sprayed out into the air in a fountain of yellow..
"Wha? Sex?! Where did you hear that from?!" Her aunt managed between coughs. Akemi's face was bright red from both choking and embarrassment.
Unbeknownst to her niece, Aunt Akemi was only in her late-twenties. An age where she said she 'was only just beginning to learning about romance' and much less on the stuff that happens after.
"I heard some of my classmates talking about seeing her parents doing it." Fumie answered innocently.
What the hell is wrong with this girl... did she inherit her father's denseness? She isn't even fazed. Akemi thought.
'Then again, she could just be unclear on what the word means.' The aunt mumbled under her breath.
"Ahhh Fumie-chan... Do you know what 'sex' means?"
The younger of the two shook her head vigourously.
'I KNEW IT!' Akemi cheered inwardly.
"So uh... What do ya wanna ask about it?" Pink hair asked. "You can ask your best aunt anything."
"Have you have sex before?"
A squeal loud enough to rouse a certain white haired mother from her nap through the noisy rain erupted from the apartment.
"What was your aunt Akemi screaming about Fumie?"
Fumie's mother skillfully manipulated the cloth in her hand to spread wide and cover her daughter's head.
Said daughter silently admired her mom's skill in doing everything from drying her currently wet hair to cooking with just one hand.
Kano Fumie's mother Yuriko had received cranial damage in an accident during her youth and needed a crutch to help her walk, severely limiting her mobility.
"Umm..." Fresh from her bath, even she had trouble remembering what all the fuss earlier was about.
Upon hearing her sister-in-law's scream of surprise, embarrassment and frustration, the white lady had gone next door to check on her neighbour only to find Fumie consoling a sobbing drama queen.
Fumie's eyes lit up in remembrance for the second time that day. "At yeah! I asked aunt Akemi but she only screaming in sadness but do you know what 'sex' is okaa-san?".
A wildfire literally burned in the mother's cheeks. Her mind went back to her first time with her husband.
It was some time after Haimura finally managed to get a better apartment in a better neighbourhood and got his then girlfriend Yuriko to move in to her parent's joy... and her sisters' unbridled rage.
A party was held in said apartment. A small party to be exact. Only five people were gathered in the four roomed space he now called home.
Kano Haimura had worked hard and saved for three entire years to finally own (not rent mind you) a place he could call his home. (Though he was technically still paying for it in installments.)
Why was he so determined to do so? It had something to do with his pride. The twenty-two year old had completely objected the idea of proposing to his beloved until he owned a home of his own despite her parents not minding and his friends pushing him to hurry up.
Sure enough, he had proposed halfway through the party much to the joy of his three old classmates and the annoyance of his step-sister.
After everyone else had left, including his sister who had bought the flat right next door since she had quite a sum saved up thanks to freeloading off her brother for the past five years, Yuriko lay beside her soon-to-be husband on a cheap futon.
"You really did it huh." She mumbled with a smile plastered on her face.
She had waited for four long years for the moment she could live with him. While Haimura has gotten an uncertain job as a piano teacher, Yuriko had only just graduated from university and was currently unemployed. Thus, their financial situation was far from desirable.
Nevertheless, this was a dream come true for them and simply being able to lie next to each other after three years of squeezing in dates and meet ups amidst work and study.
Haimura kissed her forehead, drawing an embarrassed slap and a nuzzle in return. "Mmhmm. I had the motivation."
Small kisses grew into makeout sessions. Hands adventured into previously restricted areas. Deep breaths and gentle moans escaped from Yuriko's lips.
A finger trailed down her belly to her skirt, hesitating for a moment as if to ask for permission. Yuriko noticed this and nodded in response, giving it access to everything down below.
"Uuuuuu... This feels weird..." She mumbled as Haimura's fingers uncertainly rubbed her.
He stopped his motions. "Does it feel bad?" Due to inexperience, everything Haimura knew about making a girl feel good was from his friends Touma (unsafe source), Tsuchimikado (another unsafe source) and the internet (yet another unsafe source).
"N-n-no..." Yuriko swallowed her pride and hugged the boy tighter. The sudden loss of stimulation made her feel so deprived it almost making her explode in embarrassment. "It feels way better than when I touch myself..."
Taking the compliment to heart, Haimura smiled before closing the distance between their lips and rubbing faster than before. Large amounts of clear liquid soaked through her panties.
Eyes squeezed shut, Yuriko begrudgingly gave in to the pleasure of an orgasm, panting desperately for air. Sweat lined her brow.
Haimura quickly withdrew his hand from the now damp skirt to adjust his pants. It was quickly becoming way too tight down there. A small beam of light poured in from the window, illuminating his lover's tires expression, flushed cheeks and droopy eyes.
Unsure of what to do next, he lay down next to Yuriko to rest. Though his own desire was trying to get the better of him, the gentleman within stood strong. He knew that Yuriko was just as unsure of these things and was confident that she would not like it if he forced himself on her.
Then he felt something different. A small gentle hand lay on his crotch, not knowing what to do.
"Yuriko?"
"I... can't... feel good alone..." The white haired lady whispered. "I should... you've been holding back too haven't you?"
Slender fingers released his zipper and unbuttoned his pants before he even knew what was going on.
A blur of motion ensued and while his mind was still processing Yuriko's sudden boldness, she had already wrapped a hand around him... and that was it. She had no idea what to do at that point.
"Err... A little help? What do I do here?"
That awkward moment was what jolted Haimura's sense back on track. Laughing at Yuriko, he hugged her tightly.
A part of him wanted to tell her to give him a handjob or even a blowjob like in the manga's he read but he knew better than to make use of his completely inexperienced partner.
"You don't have to do anything special Yuri."
"Huh? Since when did you use that nickname?"
An awkward silence came upon the pair before they burst into laughter.
"That was so weird!" Yuriko managed between laughs. "Was that some kind of attempt to give me a pet-name or something?"
A small kiss planted itself on her forehead. "Kind of? It was more of me trying to see how you'd react."
"Hiding your embarrassment I see."
"Is this payback for letting me see how flustered you looked after an orgasm?"
Someone saw red.
Someone else regretted his words.
Yuriko spun like a crocodile, climbing into her lover's larger chest in an attempt to strangle him. The spin was reciprocated with a spin from Haimura himself which led to an awkward wrestling match.
Fortunately, the room was devoid of furnishings this allowing them free access. Should the room be filled with tables and chairs, there would be no doubt that the couple would emerge bruised the next morning.
After much struggle on Haimura's part, Yuriko lay triumphant on his chest, hands wrapped tenderly around his neck.
"Haaaaaaa... You win Yuriko." He tapped out in surrender.
Yuriko grinned. Her hands released themselves from his neck only to clasp his hair. She rested her entire body his, pressing her small mounds onto him, causing a stir down below.
"We still have our shirts on ya know?" Haimura muttered in annoyance. As much as he was enjoying himself, the horny bastard within wanted more skin. It desired more contact.
His hand snaked under her t-shirt. Pausing occasionally and resuming when she nodded ever so slightly till they arrived on her right breast. Fingers spread open to fully embrace the incomparable softness.
"I'm sorry they're small..."
Haimura stopped his motions. "What are you referring to?"
It took a moment till Yuriko summoned the courage to mutter a quiet "Boobs."
He laughed, resuming his attack on Yuriko's privates. "It's fine Yuriko. I like them."
A tiny moan escaped from Yuriko's lips much to Haimura's satisfaction. Taking it as permission, his other hand moved to her snatch, rubbing lightly.
Yuriko's entire body trembled with pleasure. Then a thought ran through her clouded mine and by an amazing show of willpower, she caught herself just as she was about to give in to orgasm.
She bit her partner's ear. "You haven't been feeling good have you..."
Haimura froze.
"I've... been feeling good all alone..." She struggled to complete the sentence, her pride was getting in the way. "I want you... to feel good too."
They both knew that Yuriko would never say this to anyone else or at any other place.
Yuriko's cheeks were flushed from embarrassment.
A wave of emotion flowed through him. Seeing his conservative partner enjoying the pleasures of foreplay was one thing. Having her saying that she wanted to go all the way was another.
"Are you sure Yuriko?"
She nodded meekly.
Placing her gently on the futon, Haimura positioned himself over her, controlling the inner demon from being too aggressive.
"Should I go first?"
"Wait..."
They stayed motionless for a moment. Haimura knew that Yuriko was forcing through a mental barrier of her so he gave her time. He understood that she was fighting inner demons of her own. Demons that plagued her with guilt for enjoying herself which was far harder to overcome than the demon in him who wanted nothing more than to ravage the beautiful girl before him.
"Let me feel it..."
Her hand moved downwards, grasping tightly to get a feel of the size and shape. She wanted to get a feel of what was going to go inside her.
"Will it even fit?" She deadpanned.
Haimura burst out laughing.
It was so her to ask such a thing.
"Apparently so."
He waited for her reply.
Five seconds give or take passed before she suddenly pulled him to her entrance. Yuriko let go of his erect penis.
"Please be gentle..."
With the seriousness of a soldier, Haimura nodded resolutely and began his decent.
Her hands grasped his back tightly, long fingernails drawing blood.
"Uuuuuuu..."
"Does it hurt?"
Yuriko sounded almost contipated. "Very..."
How big is that fucking thing? She thought. It hurts way too much to be called enjoyable... Damn that Fukiyose saying it'd feel good.
His furrowed his brow in concern. A flurry of kisses were employed to try to reduce her stress.
"Lips..."
"Huh?"
"Kiss me..."
Their lips met. A wave of relief ran though Yuriko's body as if a painkiller was administered. Haimura on the other hand was caught completely off guard and unintentionally inserted himself deeper.
She melted into him and him into her. They truly became one for the first time in their lives. Yuriko reminisced the past, the years she spent with Haimura first as just another classmate to her first true friend and then to her unofficial boyfriend and finally, the day they made it official to their friends who already knew what was going on.
Meanwhile, Haimura was simply overjoyed with being connected to his wife both spiritually and physically to think about anything other than her... apart from being irritated as his sister who was sure to be trying to eavesdrop.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Mmhmm... but you can try moving a little." Yuriko nodded, taking deep breaths to reduce the pain.
He stroked her cheek gently, taking in all the contours of her face from the small bumps below her eyes to the pimple along her jaw.
"You don't have to force yourself."
She shook her head to calm him. "It's fine Haimura. I wanted this."
Their lips locked once again while Haimura made his first movements, pushing himself all the way in. He hesitated when he heard his partner choke back a cry of pain only to continue when he felt her lips curl into a smile.
Soon enough, after many more gentle thrusts, Yuriko's pain gradually faded into dull background noise.
"How do you feel?" Yuriko asked.
"Amazing."
"Great."
Thrust by thrust, the couple found a steady tempo. He ventured down to Yuriko's chest, pulling up her tee to get a better grasp.
Surprisingly for him, she complied and started working on unbuttoning his shirt. Within seconds, their clothes were strewn on the other side of the room.
Now skin touched skin. No offensive fabrics were between them. Their sweat mixed with each other's. Saliva dripped from their lips.
"Ahhh... It's gonna be a painting clean the futon isn't it?"
"It'll be... Fine... Ahhh... Shut up and kiss me you idiot." Yuriko smacked her forehead on his, ending the random conversation.
Haimura felt Yuriko tighter up around him. From Touma's advice, that probably meant that Yuriko was reaching climax. He felt his coming as well and began to move faster. Her small frame feeling even more fragile against his hard thrusts.
He seperated his lips from Yuriko's, desperately needing air.
Their eyes met.
"..."
"..."
Silent thoughts were conveyed.
He knew and she knew.
They wrapped their limbs around each other, closing any distance remaining between them.
She reached climax first, eyes widening. No scream came from her open maw, only a sharp intake of air.
Feeling her hit climax, Haimura did too, losing control and releasing himself into her.
He spun around, letting the smaller Yuriko rest on him.
"Warm."
"Mm?"
"Your... stuff..."
His eyes widened in realization.
"Oh! Haha... I hope you don't mind..."
"Nn..." She shook her head. "It feels good. And I don't mind if it's you." Yuriko rested her head on Haimura.
Haimura's heart melted like butter from her afterglow. He planted a kiss on a forehead. Her hair smelled great he noted.
"Love you."
...
No reply.
"Yuriko?"
She had already fallen asleep with her husband still inside her. Haimura blushed from the thought.
"Good night."
"Uhhhhhh..." The mother scratched her head, unable to bring herself to explain the act to her daughter. "I think your shameless father would explain it better."
"Awwww!"
Fumie pouted.
A trio of knocks sounded on the door.
"Oto-san?" Fumie almost tore the door off its hinges.
Yuriko grinned at the problem her husband would have to face within the next ten seconds.
"Yeah?" Haimura smiled at his daughter, forgetting the bag of cymbals he held and dropping them on his foot. "IEEE!"
"Oto-san." Fumie ignored her father who clutched his foot in pain as her sadistic mother giggled at the pathetic sight. "What does 'sex' mean?"
A pause.
Yuriko awaited an astonished response or even a scream like his sister made but none of those happened.
"It's when two people who love each other play around with their wee wees." Fumie's father rubbed her head nonchalantly. "Its something everyone... Not really everyone, but most people will do eventually."
A.N. My first lemon. My god was it tough to write XD
It was fun though. Most of my experience comes from reading hentai so I'm sorry if it was kinda dumb but... I tried XD
uhhhh If you're reading this update looking for the completed Chapter 23, its in the chapter before this. I'm sorry I am so late but... well... no excuse. I even lost a follower but that's just punishment for my lateness.
Hope you liked this and please let me know what you thought about it K?
Youjo senki is amazing btw