DISCLAIMER: In case you didn't read the description, this is an extra part of my main story: Spring Blooms Into That Room, specifically happening in between Chapter 6-3 and its respective Epilogue (soon to come). Spoiler alert! You've been warned
DISCLAIMER 2: Explicit themes and raunchiness… I mean you got that already from the rating and description.
EDIT: Changed the name of the fic to "Spring Blooms Into That Room: Fools In The Rain". Not good for brand endurance but if you catch the reference then thank you.
Well, here it is. I was nervous about writing this and I ended up making about 7.5k words of raunchy fanfiction. You'll understand. More to say at the end.
-X-
Spring Blooms Into That Room: Rain
Now where were we? We didn't get interrupted again, did we? Nope; that's right.
Amidst the muffled sounds of heavy rain and intermittent thunder, here I was pinning Yukinoshita Yukino against the locked door of her apartment as we were inches away from each other's faces in a tantalizing stare-off. Our bodies embraced each other like they couldn't possibly get enough points of contact.
We all knew what was about to go down.
All it took was a single push. Or in this case-
"Get over here." Yukino whispered, making the first move as she tightened the grip of her arms around my neck. I surrendered the stability and our lips met once again, feeling like they were deprived of each other for a century.
The pent up desire manifested, our kisses were quick and hungry as we began to melt into each other's respective grasp. The only thing present in either of our minds was each other; the breaths, the stifled gasps, light panting, and the wondrous feeling of our shared body heat unlocked a feeling we had only ever truly experienced that time last week. Though with the knowledge that we will absolutely not be disturbed, nothing was held back; the fuse was starting to burn.
My stationary hands ached in their anticipation. From atop her hips, I moved them to clutch her lower back. Each movement of my hands traced a map of her body that I desperately tried to remember as each curve and dimple of her enamoring figure registered in my fingers. I delighted in the realization of how much of a curve my hand travelled through from her waist down to her thighs; the distinctly curvaceous feeling that registered merely reinforced what I already knew;
Her body has amazing shape. All accentuated by her outfit and my one-track mind.
As one of my hands clasped her thigh, I gripped a bit harder and recognized the area as the place where her thigh and backside met.
"Hnnnn…" She shivered as we continued to kiss.
And the only thing between my hand and skin was her thin, shapely skirt and her underwear. The feeling and the knowing was unbearable; there aren't many layers in between my hands and her skin; there was still plenty left to the imagination.
My touch warranted a delightful huff in response to the sudden grip I had on her tender and tempting flesh.
As I thought, it felt wonderful to hold something so risqué and intimate. I was ecstatic that she was letting me down there.
"You're…" She breathlessly stated in between kisses before pausing momentarily, fixing the stray bits of hair we were throwing onto each other. "Certainly taking the chance to admire my body, aren't you?"
"Y-Yeah… You were doing the same."
"Ohhh~?" She teasingly drew her syllables out.
"During my phone call with Komachi."
"Indeed." She smirked. "And now you know."
"Now I know what?"
"That…"
She pressed one of her knees through my thighs. I stiffened quickly in response to the gesture and the stimulation as I realized her thigh was in direct contact with my crotch. Seeing as she thoroughly enjoyed my reaction, she spoke once more.
"That… it's possible that you aren't the only pervert here."
"Just possible, huh."
She seductively giggled as she brought her face next to my ear.
"Correct."
Distracted by the shiver sent rocketing down my spine, I was blindsided by the volley of her lips pressing against the delicate areas around my neck. Even if I could tell she was just throwing kisses randomly, each peck was still as bewitching as the previous one. Add that with sporadic doses of longer kisses, and now you had a man whose knees were gradually turning into lead. She proceeded to run her hands under my shirt, crumpling it upwards as she further brought her hands up to my chest and exposing it.
"Nghh…" I groaned breathily, and the nerves on my extremities constricted as if touched by electricity. Both of my hands tightly gripped Yukino's rear end, and her voice trembled in delight. I took the opportunity to get my lips around her accessible ear. At first, she struggled against the loss of her dominance, but she quickly eased into the feeling; enveloping my back with her arms and using the tips of her nails to entice me by drifting them gently across the surface.
With the flaring of our actions, I knew I had to take this elsewhere. Since Yukino was distracted, my intuition led me to wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her from the floor.
"Ah-! Ha-Hachiman…" She gasped in surprise, her arms still placed firmly on my shoulders as she looked down and around before back at me, blushingly impressed. "My, look at you; turning into exactly what you hated."
"Please don't remind me…"
The last thing I needed to know was that I would probably shrivel in embarrassment soon after this whole thing was done and I entered Sage Mode. (1) I didn't need that now because there was something else much more deserving of my attention.
As I turned around the couch corner, Yukino ordered. "Set me down here."
I wanted to lay her down on the couch, but I was flexible; I had no reason to deny her request, so I allowed it. A hand remained on my shoulder and the other rested on my chest.
Before I knew it, she posted a foot in between my stance and pushed me into the way of her tripping foot. The resulting impact left me tumbling onto the couch in a messy sitting position.
The whiplash, however, was probably the only marginally painful part of the process.
"Gah," I muttered, slightly peeved. "Kind of unnecessary."
"I-I'm sorry," Her eyes momentarily widened in realization. "That was a bit much."
"It was." I responded, nonetheless pleased with her insistence. "But I can bear with it."
"Forgive me. I was just a bit… frustrated."
This moment had been right around the corner ever since last week, but that goal has been repeatedly put out of reach. I won't lie when I say that I too was also feeling a bit impatient. But I can't say that it'd make me… sadistic. That's just her thing, as far as I know.
After wearing an embarrassed look, she continued, taking the hint that there was still a mood present.
"Next time…" She declared, sensually mounting herself on me, using her waist and hips to push my torso against the couch. "I'll just push you down… gently."
"N-Next time?"
"N-Next. Time."
Whew; there's… a thought.
She grinned, situating her hands on my chest. At that moment, I suddenly recalled that my undershirt was wet, and it seemed she did too.
"I told you to take this off, didn't I?" Yukino rhetorically asked.
"Yeah, and uh, you- we got carried away."
"Well don't wait any longer." She beamed. "Take it off."
I chuckled, realizing the obvious double entendre going on. Regardless, I removed the outer layer polo shirt first.
"Do I just… drop it here?"
"Go ahead."
I noticed that every time we weren't glued, she'd been eyeing my entirety; her infatuating eyes followed me the entire time we were here. I couldn't tell if they were the look of a predator stalking her prey, or of an enamored housewife admiring the precious little details of her significant other.
Either way it gave me indecent thoughts, so the distinction probably didn't matter.
I took off my next shirt, and laid it on top of my other shirt currently on the floor, albeit with some trace bits of hesitation. Not because I feel particularly out of shape, but because the sheer novelty of me being half-naked in front of a girl, directly in front of a beauty like her no less, was something that caused no shortage of self-consciousness from me.
My respect for Yukino instantly increased when I recalled her about to do the same thing in front of me before. It's… tough being so intimate, but I'm glad it's her.
I'm glad she trusts me enough to break the walls down. I can only do the same for her.
"This is… a bit embarrassing." I mused, nonetheless staring back at her.
"I would know," She knowingly smiled, caressing my cheek. "But you don't have to worry. I was thinking that we should take it slow. For tonight."
I held onto her waist, finding comfort and simple excitement in the wondrous texture of her skin.
"Mmmm…" Yukino hummed, tracing her fingers across my chest slowly. "I see."
Any witty comment I had prepared was washed away under the almost hypnotic movement of her hands on my bare chest and the slightly ticklish yet pleasurable feeling it produced. My gaze lingered there for a while before I looked up at her almost trance-like focus. It was only then when I realized something even racier:
The front part of her top was wet, and transparent.
I gulped. Our refusal to separate had gotten her shirt wet too. Through a large, damp area on her chest, I could very much see her well-shaped breasts and bra; black, with lacy floral designs on the outlines that surrounded the mostly opaque cups.
Well… Ahem.
I stared, probably for a moment too long since Yukino sighed.
"H-How shameless." She teased, looking away slightly as she blushed. "It's only fair that I join you, hmm?"
I gave a tiny nod. I also recognized the slight shakiness of her voice but trusted that she knew what she wanted. Somehow, the fact that we were both equally nervous placated me, even if it was just for a moment.
She brought her hands to the top of her shirt, and slowly began to unbutton it. My anticipation and desire only grew further and further as I considered assisting her, but I wouldn't trust my shaky hands to do much work so I let her continue at her pace.
Though it was only now that I realized how torturous not moving was.
Each button undone revealed a sacred place to me; from her clavicle, to her cleavage, bra, and the contours of her unexpectedly, finely-toned stomach. Eventually the buttons ended where she tucked the rest of the shirt into her skirt, secured with a thin belt closely above her unseen navel. Somehow, that area being covered was even more erotic than I had initially thought; I think I discovered something new about myself...
I am a weak man. This only confirmed the fact.
As she tried to untuck the last portion of her top, my head dove almost automatically. I crashed my lips against the sensitive areas of her chest and my arms once more went to massage her backside and the spots below
Yukino inhaled her gasp before giggling in delight. "Aha, mmmmm~"
Her arms wrapped around my back as she left her chest defenseless. All the more incentive for me to properly get lost, kissing, pecking and licking her porcelain skin as the music of her moans played right in my ears.
"Y-Yes…" She whimpered.
Hm? I wondered. Does she have a weak spot somewhere here?
The specificity of the area was beyond me, and I felt a bit awkward about asking where she wanted me to touch, so I retraced my steps slowly; marking her with my lips until-
"Th-That place… yes. Ahnn~" She brought a closed hand to her mouth, trying to mitigate the sensitive noises emanating from there.
Apparently, her particularly sensitive area was slightly above the bare area of skin near the clavicle, near the throat. With that knowledge, I teased circles around that area in particular; sucking, kissing, and spending extra time getting the most of her pleasure out from there. In tandem with my roaming hands, the resounding and melodious sighs coming from her brought no shortage of joy to us both.
Though I didn't want to keep it going forever, I wanted to get back to her lips; I needed to feel its reciprocity and then some.
I pulled away slowly after one more tender attack. It took Yukino an extra moment to snap out of her daze for a moment, backing away slowly as I burned the sight of her into my head:
She never got to finish taking her top off, so her mostly-unbuttoned shirt remained undone and clung around her elbow area, still barely tucked into her skirt. The slit on one side of her skirt gave me quite the view of her completely bare thigh since she was technically kneeling on the couch, but tantalizingly nothing more than that; the curiosity of which was killing me. And the look on her face was nothing short of amorous; labored breaths drew attention to her parted lips and razor-focused gaze.
It was only as I kept staring that I also realized I may have messed up.
"Hmmmm?" She hummed, almost as if singing. "What now?"
"I uh, may have… left a mark."
"Eh?"
"Or a bit more; maybe three?"
There was a small, bruised mark, and then a big one; the former directly above her left breast, and the latter near her sensitive spot. That's what I get for playing around…
I'd just have to hope she didn't come across anyone perceptive enough. Yukino tried to look down at the afflicted areas but to no avail; her neck wasn't that of an owl's. She rolled her eyes playfully and bunted her head against my forehead in response.
"Y-You're truly a beast."
"Th-Thanks?"
Was that bad or good? For my sake, it's a good thing.
"Well then," She said, pulling back her head to get a few inches between us "Was that the only reason you pulled away?"
"I um, wanted to get back to kissing y-you."
Unfortunately, even the heat of this passion isn't enough to fully extinguish my internal cringe, but it didn't stop me in my tracks, thankfully. All I needed to see was her unintentionally sexy smirk and I was brought right back into the moment.
Our respective staring was enough communication, as if my statement didn't clarify that sufficiently. I leaned in first, bringing her lips to mine once more as I let my craving for them known. It didn't take long for her tongue to join the action, and it took even less time for me to reciprocate the affection. She leaned deeper into the kiss, causing me to further sink into the couch. And the added swiveling of her tongue in the mix.
I felt amazing, feeling so desired. I never knew kissing someone could feel this satisfying. But even then, there's always something more to want.
My hands moved to her chest. I cupped her covered mounds and delighted in the wonderful feeling. On top of that, Yukino's lewd reaction also heightened the situation. She tried very hard to continue making out all while being pleasured. The almost desperate attempts at moving in between deep kissing and gasping in sensual joy was something to behold.
I suddenly felt movement from the waist down; more movement than just the biomechanical reaction of getting your entire body into an intense activity. I identified the motions as the gyration of Yukino's hips, and the indirect contact of our most private areas. It must've felt directly stimulating to her, seeing as how thin the clothes were and her added reactions, but my jeans weren't in the same category, the thickness of which probably didn't do me much favors above the noticeable physical sensation. However, the sheer sight of her doing something so provocative to and for me was more than enough to get me going.
We continued as we were. I don't know how long we were going at it; taking turns kissing each other, littering our bustlines with affection, moving our hands all over our bodies, and listening to the flow of this wordless conversation. It truly seemed like nothing existed outside of this room as our senses overwhelmed each other in a dance of devotion.
We were only human though; mildly hormonal and requiring oxygen, and so we had to separate to restart our turbulent breathing patterns. It merely took a couple of intervals for me to regain my bearings. Yukino, on the other hand, needed a bit more time as her stamina left something to be desired.
I observed the rising and falling of her chest, and enjoyed observing how much it was sticking forward in this position. Her breathing somewhat steadied eventually, and that brought our gazes back together. We were both still unfulfilled, and the growing hunger we observed in each other made us grow impatient.
"Hah… hah…"
"Hah. Hah. Hah."
…
"Let's go." I initiated, taking control.
"Alright."
And so it resumed, tongue, touching, groping and all. Somewhere along the line though, the pattern broke; another variable was added.
"Nnngg...Hah-" I gasped, shocked at the sudden feeling.
I looked to where I felt it. It was also only then when I realized just how stiff I had gotten down there; standing straight for attention as it fought my pants for room. What shocked me even more was the sight of Yukino's hand directly on my groin, glancing around and around, but not getting anywhere further.
The sight was intoxicating. I never expected that she would be the first one to initiate this kind of contact. I was thinking about starting it, but I fear that I may have gotten lost in the moment and didn't think beyond it. My staring was noticeable, as my partner locked eyes with mine. The same romantic look was written all across her face and features, but another emotion was added.
"M-May I?" She asked respectfully. Even I could tell there was plenty to hide behind in those few words. "I'm afraid I… am getting impatient."
I kept staring; deeper and deeper into her countenance. It was a little while before anything progressed and the tension only continued to grow.
"Hachiman?" She questioned bashfully. "You're staring again."
"S-So were you."
"Ahaha, I didn't think this was the time for childish arguing."
"You didn't deny it…"
"What did I just say?" She laughed cutely, needless to say.
"Childish arguing sums up most of what we do, though."
"Well, you are right. And I wouldn't trade that for anything."
Ah… my heart is truly a mess. That was too much.
Yukino rolled her eyes playfully before tenderly returning her gaze to me. "S-Shall we?"
"Y-Yeah; go."
The things you're capable of when you're completely distracted; this is really happening!
Yukino looked down at my pants, tentatively fiddling with the button and zipper. She unbuttoned the top bit first, and my pants loosened. She then laid a hand on the zipper, but she didn't pull it down yet.
In fact, her gaze went back to my face; smiling in an almost uncharacteristic hunger as her hand remained still grasping the zipper.
This is just bullying at this point…
Wordlessly, she pulled downwards; each click of the teeth was another layer of arousal and anxious excitement. When it fully came undone, my member stood straight up, unrestrained by anything else aside from the fabric of my underwear. I was too entranced by her movement and intention, and so I merely kept my hands on my sides.
It wasn't long before her hands were on the garter of my boxer briefs. She took a little moment and looked at me. I nodded in humble approval and she replied with a shy smile.
Even in a moment like this, I can still use the word 'cute' to describe her. I mean, among other things, obviously.
She carefully yanked downwards, and my erection made its presence known, standing straighter than a flagpole as the tip glistened with moisture from all the foreplay. My body shuddered as I felt my heart skip a couple of beats. The novelty of the situation was getting to me.
I looked up to Yukino's face; she was a bit wide-eyed and flustered at what she was staring at, but nonetheless placed a hand on it as if to study it with all her senses. She carefully gripped it and glided her hand up, down and around it and all I could do was squirm as she teased it.
The surprise of watching her doing something like this almost didn't register; I had to remind myself that it really was her doing all this.
"S-So…" She purred, "How do we go about this?"
I was certainly surprised at the color of her voice at this moment. It had always been breathy and rather low, but now I could only describe it as charming. The raspiness and substantially lower pitch caused by her bedroom voice stuck out to me as something commanding.
"I want to t-touch you too." I replied, not answering her question but getting the wheel moving anyway. I didn't want to be the only exposed one here, and more than that I was really aching to see more of her.
She nodded, staring at me as she stood up from the couch. The ensuing lack of physical contact felt extremely strange despite me only having this feeling made known only today. The impression of her body on mine was one that lingered heavily.
"Are you… w-watching?" She questioned, obviously a bit hesitant.
"I mean… you watched me take my top off too, and uh, you know."
"O-Okay."
She started to undo the belt around her skirt, but something once again sprang me to stop her from continuing.
"Wait!" My hand reached out.
She gasped and froze in surprise. That was probably a bit too loud…
"Is something the matter?" She probed, tilting her head to the side.
It's not that I didn't want to see her naked… ehem, but uh you see. I'm… a bit of a pervert, and there's something about being clothed in this situation that uh you know it uh…
Ehem.
"Promise you won't get freaked out when I say this?" I sighed. Feeling the heat rise to my face, I looked away in shame.
She laughed quietly and placed her hands on her hips. "I see; are you about to make a perverted request?"
"M-Maybe…"
"Well? What might that be?"
"I'll uh… show you?"
"Okay…?"
She remained still, confused by my vagueness but intrigued and trusting all the same. I swallowed some saliva (along with my pride) and leaned forward on the couch. Her waist was about eye level with me. I focused on the slit of her skirt; I slowly ran a hand into it, causing Yukino to tremble slightly as she gripped the sides of my head. Once I was in her skirt, I ran my hand up further her thigh and found the outline of clothing; her underwear.
She didn't protest, and so I snuck another hand under the skirt on her other hip and I carefully gripped her panties. I tugged downwards and felt the fabric run down Yukino's legs. Through her slit, I noticed they were black; the same color as her bra.
Matching, huh...
And when it reached her ankles, I looked up to meet her embarrassed but pleased expression. She took the message and raised one foot at a time for me to completely remove her underwear, as if putting a spicy, inaccurate twist on Cinderella's tale. Yukino's legs shook, and she bit her lip tersely before bringing a finger to them.
I now held the underwear in both of my hands. I shuddered at the experience and looked at Yukino who was now reddening in the face. I smiled, and then I dropped the panties off on the growing pile of clothes.
She continued to glow, twirling a portion of her hair with a finger as she bit her lip. "That was… certainly something; letting you do that."
"Mhmm."
She stopped for a moment as if to ponder. Just as quick as that thought was, she glanced back at me tentatively. "Would you also like to… take this off?"
She skillfully placed a finger on the middle part of her bra and tugged on it briefly.
"Yes."
That reply was too quick… Creepy!
But she merely giggled in response to that. She carefully crawled back into my lap again, and placed hands on my chest and around my shaft, getting me to stiffen up. In both ways, in fact.
F-First place you think of, huh? Who's the pervert now…?
…
Rhetorical question.
"Hachiman," She said. "Do you know how to remove this?"
"Um, I uh, did some research; so yes."
Quick note: my research does not consist of AV and/or ero-manga. I actually searched up how to remove bras last week… (2)
And certain other types of clothing. You know; just in case.
"Research, hmm." She mockingly tapped her chin. "Then allow me to give you a pop quiz: how does one remove this particular item of clothing?"
She removed her hands from me, raising them up and facing the backs of her hands to me. The motion placed emphasis on her chest, which she pressed forward.
"D-Did you research that t-too?"
"Hmm?" She quizzically looked at me; unironically.
"Talking like that; suggestively."
"It just… came out that way."
…
"And you call me a pervert." I said, chuckling to hide my embarrassment.
Yukino remained silent but it was evident she was now slightly more conscious of what came out of her mouth. I'm totally not saying that whatever she just said sounded like it'd come out of a bad porn flick featuring a taboo TeacherXStudent video. Specifically if the male lead starring as a "high school student" looked like he was old enough to default on a mortgage.
"Somehow," She declared, exasperatedly shaking her head and cupping my cheek in one of her hands. "Somehow that didn't ruin the mood."
"Looks like my luck's been holding out lately."
"Then you better get it while it's good. Come."
She gestured to me once more, baring herself to me with her assets.
Now based on my research, there's really only two types of bras according to horny males; the ones that clasp at the front or the back. Everything else is a separate science. It was evident that the bra she had on had its clasp at the back as the front was salaciously decorative. (3)
I reached around her back with both hands. Theoretically, I could unclasp it with a three-finger pinch but I was already there; I might as well go through with it. Plus this position puts me directly in front of her chest; I'll be getting a full frontal view in a moment.
…
Ehem.
I placed my hands on either parts of the bra's wings that were close to the mechanism. I simply pushed them together and the bra came undone. They loosened and slowly fell off of her mounds.
I had to shut my jaw to prevent inevitable drooling; Her nipples were rather pointed, and the color of them and her areolae were a pleasant dark pink, positioned slightly off-center from her breasts. They were, as I could describe, perfectly shaped. They may not have been as big as other girls, but they were round and full; well-complemented by a tiny amount of sagging. It was perfect for her slender body, along with the flow of her curves and the shape of her thighs. Our school uniform really doesn't do them justice.
Yukino took her arms out of her undone shirt sleeves to collect and dispose of her bra, dumping it directly onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Before I could act though, she quickly slipped her sleeves back onto her elbows.
"Huh." I reacted in the face of her decision. "I-Interesting decision…"
"I figured you had a strange fetish when you stopped me from removing my skirt and opted for my underwear instead."
"R-Right…"
"You weren't the only one who did some research."
"That's some very specific research."
I'm flattered by how much she's thought forward regarding these matters. I guess one week's worth of sexual frustration does something to a person. Only she would do something like this. If she's going to do something, then you'll bet she'll do her best.
"Quick;" Yukino continued. "Let us continue."
With most of our bodies now exposed, we knew what it meant. My lips went directly to her now bare nipples. I lightly sucked, nibbled and licked each of them to my heart's content as my arousal was achieving a new level. It was hard to decide where my attention would go.
"Ahhn!" She lovingly squealed in response as her head fell into my shoulder from the surprising feeling.
Yukino then followed through, wrapping my erection with a desirous grip. It was as if each movement of my lips and tongue was given a grope and rub in equal measure from her. Her technique wasn't particularly graceful, but the friction and her speed had my hips rising and twitching every so often.
"Ahh, aghh~" I grunted in response as I was facing her chest.
Things had started to take a turn for the primal; my mouth and hand was going into a frenzy on her upper body, and the pleasure brought by Yukino's hand was added upon by the rotation of her hips on my upper thigh.
Realizing the dampness on my thigh, I realized I had neglected Yukino. To remedy that, I took a free hand and hiked it up her skirt. I didn't know where specifically I was supposed to place my fingers, but I wasn't patient and couldn't stop to look; I was just going to guess it.
I felt a concentration of wetness around a certain spot, and traced the area with two fingers. Yukino shuddered and whimpered at what I was doing in the meantime. Surprisingly, my partner had the presence of mind to take my hand. With my peripherals, I noticed she switched out her hand on my crotch with another, and used the new, free one to guide my hand's movement down there. And in tandem with her sigh of approval, I found that my fingers had entered the right place; hot, sticky, wet, and a bit tight amidst the contractions.
With the positive confirmation, I rapidly pumped my fingers up and down inside her. She reacted a bit more wildly than normal, her hitched breaths almost turning into a muffled cries as she bit back her sounds. Her grip on my shaft and shoulder deepened.
"Ahn~ slow d-down!" She reacted hastily and I promptly obeyed, feeling a bit guilty. "Too much…"
"S-Sorry; my bad."
"N-No, just… mmmh yes."
I obliged her request and slowed down considerably; continuing to pleasure her at a more reasonable pace. I took note of the texture of her inner walls; each little bump and wrinkle became a bit more familiar with the subsequent passing of my fingers.
"O-Ohhh~ yes... just like that!"
The speed at which I was going seemed to yield greater results. Yukino was still very much enraptured by the experience, but I couldn't detect a hint of pain in her cries. When she had gotten adjusted to the pace, I worked my speed up steadily in the hopes that it wouldn't get stale. Her heated, increasingly excited movements were proof enough of my lucky success; she was practically bouncing on my fingers as I moved them.
"Hachiman! I-I'm-" She breathily hastened her sentences in between all the noises she made. "G-Going to-"
As soon as she called it, it came. And my inserted hand and crotch area felt the liquid escaping from her. With a loud gasp and cry, her back arched forward and her head rocked back fiercely before falling onto my shoulder. My ears were gifted with every debilitated breath she took afterwards.
That was quicker than I thought… Damn. She must be really sensitive, or uh, very turned on. Regardless, listening and being witness to all of that was surreal.
I realized that while she got to climax, I was still aching for it. It's not that she couldn't get me there… but it must be tough for girls to wrap their heads around the technique for using their hands on a man's cock as they don't have one that they… attend to. Nevertheless, I wanted to be patient with her as she recovered.
Yukino's breathing was rather heavy, but it was at least slowing down from the previous thrill. She slowly raised her deposited head from my body and looked at me, still clearly in the mood but pleased and placated in the meantime.
Looking at her again, I had to blink twice to remind myself that it really was her making all that commotion. That this is the girl I chose to devote myself to. Amazing.
"M-My…" Through languid breaths, she giggled lovingly. "That was… I've never felt anything like that. It happened so… quickly."
It'd probably be too crass of me to ask if she's touched herself...
"I was surprised too, actually."
"Mmm. You are rather proficient at that."
"I-I… m-maybe?"
How was I supposed to reply there?
Yukino hugged me for a moment before pulling back. From where she was, it seemed she realized something amiss.
"Wait." She looked down at my manhood, still raring to go. "You didn't get to finish."
"Well yeah, a-and I-"
"Let us remedy that."
She interrupted me with an abrupt grab of my shaft, which sent a shiver down my back and weakened my limbs; more than enough to shut me up.
"I doubt there's much point in attempting to be modest." She smiled to convey her validity. "After all, you just finished doing something unspeakable to me."
"You didn't have to phrase it like that…"
"And so I'd like to return the favor."
In saying that, she got off of her mounted position on my lap and flicked her hair out to have it stay behind her back. She then…
Knelt down in front of my exposed penis; looking straight at me the entire time with a few quick glances at the elephant in the room.
"A-Are you sure?" I nervously uttered.
Believe me; I was nothing short of ecstatic that she initiated this. But the odd gentleman part of me wanted to be sure.
"Do you have to ask?" She smirked. "It's as I've said; you weren't the only one doing research."
…
"Then…" I continued. "I'm glad I washed very well."
I recited the first one-liner that came to mind, which was a true statement; I'm more clean that I let on.
This particular night, I was just… cleaner than usual. Nothing to it… I wasn't hoping for-
…
Hah…
"Good to know." Yukino whispered, her steamy breath directly hitting the head of my exposed tip, causing it to twitch.
She placed a hand around the base of my shaft, and another around my balls.
Research, huh. Very extensive research.
Her hands were in position, and she then began to stroke and fondle; stroke, fondle. Again and again and the softness of her finger against my delicate parts were such a pleasurable tease. It took a real effort to not make an overenthusiastic noise.
"Is this pleasant?" She inquired. "I wasn't particularly skilled with my hands earlier."
"This is… n-nice."
The feeling was somehow both pleasuring and relaxing; like a strange, illegal massage from a shady part of town. Of course, that quickly changed when I briefly looked down; her face neared my groin.
"Tell me if you're feeling unpleasant, okay?"
"R-Right…"
"And if you like something, don't be shy to say so."
I nodded, flustered by her erotic thoughtfulness. She nodded back, and subsequently stuck out her tongue to meet its target.
"Ngahhh~" I groaned, feeling the unique texture of her tongue touching the bottom of my shaft as it slowly worked its way up. The expression she had on her face was that of a sweet eagerness; something to share. She caught my eye and replied with a tiny laugh and the playful movement of her occupied hands.
She licked me again, this time going directly for the head. The fleeting feeling of her offering unique pleasure to that spot caused me to inhale through the spaces in my teeth. I could've sworn I caught a puzzled look on her face after the lick; probably from the taste of precum but I was too distracted to ponder on it further.
She then kissed it; and repeated. Up and down she went as she included some more licks in between. My legs twitched, my hips slightly bucked, and my hands grasped the couch around me as it looked for any stimulation, anything to hold on in the midst of this assault.
"C-Come on…" I begged through bated breaths. "H-Haven't you… t-teased enough?"
"Ehe, alright then."
The next thing I knew, my penis was enveloped by her mouth.
I moaned and rocked my head back, the sheer surprise of the unreal sensation brought out my vocals. I looked down and watched as Yukino's head bobbed up and down as half of my cock disappeared in and out of her mouth at a slow, but sure pace. She had closed her eyes, getting invested in the deed.
I turned my mind off, focusing only on the sensation and sight of an encroaching world of pleasure as the nerves in my penis flared from the heavenly stimulation coming from her mouth sucking and moving.
Before I knew it, I felt another thing swirling and twisting against my member; Yukino's tongue had joined in and focused around the tip, further throwing me around in a daze.
"Y-Yukino…" I placed my hands on the sides of her head, leaning forward from my position on the couch as the feeling added to my restless arousal. "F-Faster."
It seemed she listened, and her movements picked up the pace; every blessed sensation I was feeling was now dialed up to 11, and the sudden increase in her speed paralyzed my body, freezing it in a hunched stance as groans continued to escape my mouth.
"Ohhh… that's… mmmnngh."
The sound of her moving up and down my length was so filthy but incredibly hot; the slick sound of her saliva mixing with my precum created a sticky sound that I focused on as it brought me more and more gratification.
I wanted more.
My hands were on the sides of her head. I tried to push her head down in tandem with her movements as she went down on me. She was startled by the surprise but nevertheless adjusted. I pulled and pulled her head in until I felt myself coming closer to climax. I got excited; I pulled in carelessly but instead of feeling an even deeper attack, I heard the sound of her gagging, coughing as she reflexively removed herself from me as she tried to normalize her breathing.
An instant wave of shock and shame hit me as my hands froze where they were. "S-Sorry! I was um, getting close to finishing; got too excited."
As much as I was enjoying her fully servicing me, I didn't want to do anything that'd make her unnecessarily uncomfortable. That sound wasn't a good one.
I guiltily looked down.
"It can't be helped." She coolly remarked, regaining her composure. "It's… an expected risk when doing this."
"Still… I should've warned you. "
"Now we know." She eagerly commented with an unstoppable grin. "Quickly now."
Without warning, she quickly put her mouth around me once again, resuming her previous speed and placing her hand on my balls to softly massage and fondle them. The shock hit me; my body twitched and I laid into my seat for support. My head laid back and hung off the back of the couch as I tried to withstand the streams of surging indulgence pulsing through my genitals. I thought my brain was going to short out from everything happening.
I could've sworn she was taking it even deeper than before. I focused on that and her swirling tongue to bring myself back to climax. My breathing intensified and became increasingly inconstant and I lurched forward, clutching the sides of her head.
"Y-Yukino… I'm going to c- ahh!"
I released it all; the pent-up load powered by the constant sexual frustration from last week and the provocative activities of tonight. Even after that though, the sensation of her mouth around my cock still lingered.
She was… attempting to swallow it all.
I motioned to stop her but realized it was futile. She spent a little more time sucking further as if she wanted to get every last drop out of my me. The additional sensitivity of this time made that experience a little more titillating than expected.
She removed herself from me, eyes still closed as she focused on swallowing my seed. Through a labored and audible gulp, she succeeded. She exhaled sharply, and looked up at me.
"Mmm, quite bitter..."
A string of particularly thick liquid stuck itself from her mouth to my crotch. With the added look of stray bits of hair sticking to her glistening forehead and her overall expression messed up and haggard from the devilish deed, it was certainly a dirty one. But with my sage mode power, I was more concerned that she decided to swallow at all.
"Are you okay?" I asked, holding her cheek.
"W-Well…" She faintly expressed, licking her lips and slowly getting up to sit beside me on the couch. She smiled softly, if a bit embarrassed, before continuing. "My jaw is rather sore."
I shook my head, apparently still trying to put reality in order. "I didn't expect you to go and do that much…"
"I'd hate for a mess to end up on the couch, or the floor."
"Pragmatic to the end, huh." I chuckled.
"I wouldn't say doing what I just did was particularly… logical."
"Why then?"
Yukino placed her palm on top of my hand. She sank into the couch slowly before looking at me.
"I just… wanted to."
…
"Yukino." I uttered almost without thinking of it, the throbbing feeling in my chest dictating my actions.
"Yes?"
I moved in closer to her face, and swiftly planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Thank you. That was… I enjoyed it a lot."
For whatever reason, that little act seemed to cause her to freeze; embarrassing her. As if the things we had gotten up to weren't salacious enough.
"Why um, thank you as well. I've been… enjoying everything so far."
Almost as if she wanted to retaliate, she closed the distance between us again. She placed a hand on my chest and brought her lips close to mine. It was a brief kiss, but somehow just as pleasing as the previous ones; it was a different feeling, I suppose.
But in my clarity I pulled back abruptly. Unsurprisingly, this puzzled Yukino. She sent me a feline look as her head cocked to the side.
"Hey," She smirked, confused. "What's wrong?"
"Um, my thing was just in your mouth and uh… you know."
This might sound a bit hypocritical coming from someone who let his partner take it in her mouth, but… to be fair, I didn't ask her to do that.
…
I can't even convince myself...
The confused expression on her face turned to something resembling mischief quicker than I could blink.
Uh oh.
"Ahaha," She playfully laughed as she crawled on the couch to approach me. "No no; don't you dare escape."
"I'm daring right now." I backed up, unwittingly pinning myself into the couch's armrest.
"Poor choice."
Oops.
Yukino lightly pounced on me, putting her hands on my chest to pin me down. She tries to go for my lips with her own but I play along and move my face and hands so that her attacks only barely kiss and hit either my cheeks or my jaw.
"Come now~," She teasingly sighed in between her barrage. "Didn't you say you loved me?"
"I k-know what I said."
Eventually, Yukino got a hold of my wrists and pinned them above my head. Now I was completely at her mercy.
Even if I could overpower her… my body just doesn't want to, apparently.
"Oh no..." I joked. "I'm about to be kissed…"
"How unfortunate."
With a brief smirk, Yukino leaned in to kiss me and I accepted it; her lips touched mine a couple of times before her tongue made a brief appearance. We made out for a couple of seconds before she pulled back.
"Now that wasn't so bad, hmm?"
"Yeah yeah…" I rolled my eyes. Luckily for me, she had swallowed plenty before coming to kiss me and so there wasn't any funky aftertaste that I could detect.
Though… I guess I wouldn't mind if she tried it again sometime.
…
The distant sound of thunder made itself known, along with the pattering of the rain against the urban jungle. She and I both looked in the direction of it before returning back to ourselves.
I even forgot there was a storm…
Now that I think about it, this whole thing has-
"Hachiman."
So much for reflection...
"Yeah?"
"I'm being poked." She gave me a self-satisfied look.
I didn't even bother looking down to understand her. More than that, I felt my member press against the fabric of her skirt as if it was pointing at its desire.
So much for sage-mode...
Nevertheless, I went on. "And?"
"It's still raining outside."
Still feeling coy, I continued to play along with her. "...and?"
"I have a bedroom." She giggled bashfully. "How does that sound?"
...
"Great."
-X-
Spring Blooms Into that Room: Rain - Part 1 (END)
(1) You might think it's a Naruto reference, but the Japanese have a term known as kenjataimu (literally Sage Time: 賢者タイム) where after orgasm, one has pure clarity of thought. In the English-speaking world, we know it as post-nut clarity.
(2) "AV" (adult videos, pronounced something like "Ebui" since they technically don't have "v" sounds) in the Japanese context refer to live action porn films. One may also refer to them as "JAV" or "Japanese Adult Video". As far as I know, the Japanese don't refer to their anime/manga pornography as "hentai" as we do so in English/Western contexts as the way we use it is in the form of a Japanese loanword. They'd probably refer to it as something like "eromanga", or "ero anime".
(3) I'm gonna assume this is how it works; why would the clasp be placed in the front for something supposedly sexy? Someone can correct me if this isn't always the case; I'm too self-conscious in my own home to google different kinds of sexy bras.
I wasn't planning on making a second part to this, but this is just what came out of me (phrasing). This specific part would feel too long if I continued from here so I cut it off here and I'll write the next part soon.
To be honest, I was about to scrap and rewrite this whole thing by the 5k word mark, but I realized: I was writing this story beat like it was a fight scene! Both sex and fight scenes should serve the same function in my humble opinion (quote me on that); move the story forward by showcasing a goal in mind and how characters react in the face of that. Tell the story with the people's actions and all and introduce different facets of their interests and personalities.
What can the character do or say with all their development in mind? In what manner do they execute decisions? It's a story, and so I still have to tell that story. Especially considering this wasn't a one-off fic for a smut fuck.
So that made me feel better about it, and it turned out mostly how I envisioned it; sweet and spicy like a good Thai dish.
I'm glad it did. And now I've got another chapter to write thanks to myself; I wanted to take it slow but also make it more than just a horny-fest.
In my mind, both of our horny dorks are equals in the relationship, and both are willing to tease and banter even in the middle of such a new experience. In fact, it's specifically because it's a new experience that they default to a comfortable pastime. This is how they self-soothe, and how they aim to make each other comfortable through every unknown step taken; checking in on each other and being supportive is huge in intimacy, even outside of the bedroom.
I'll have you know I scoured NSFW Reddit threads and posts and found that happy, long-lasting couples don't mind talking non-sequitur when in the mood because they enjoy each other's company for more than just the physical. All about respect and the recognition of such.
Anyway, I didn't expect this, and you probably weren't either but I hope it's a pleasant surprise; stay tuned for when I post the next part! Take care and thank you.