A/N: Bit of a rough one this one, perhaps partially down to my inexperience with writing Idolmaster fics, but more Idolmaster smut is always a good thing, yes?

Tempted to do more, though~ We'll have to see if any more ideas come to mind~

Enjoy~

With You In The Rain

''Hyaa~! I-I told you we should've taken the second umbrella!''

''S-Sorry!''

''You dummy!''

It was a rainy day in Tokyo; a heavy storm having rolled in from the sea and bringing with it a heavy downpour that utterly drenched the city and flooded some lower streets. As such many of the idols working under the Producer's employ left early at his direction, all of them taking the bus home to avoid any possible flooding in the streets. The few who didn't leave with them made their way home on their own, mostly those who lived nearby and decided to just make a run for it.

hisakawa Hayate was one of those who decided to stick behind with the Producer. She claimed that she wasn't ready to go, but he had a feeling she just didn't want to leave him alone. However once the final bus departed she was left with no other option other than running home. Naturally, he felt obligated to go with her to make sure she got home safe. Which was how the Producer found himself in his current situation.

Namely running through the streets holding his small umbrella over both him and Hayate.

''Kya!'' Hayate squealed when the wind changed direction, nearly flipping her skirt up before she pushed it down, blushing as she tried to keep pace with him. ''Producer, slow down!''

''Sorry.'' The man apologised, letting her catch up. ''How far to your house?''

''Still a dozen streets away.'' Hayate groaned, looking around. ''Maybe we could take shelter in an alley for a bit? Just to catch our breath?''

The Producer considered it, their mutual breathing audible as they jogged down the street – when he spotted the overpass nearby. Getting an idea he grabbed Hayate by the wrist and pulled her towards it, eliciting a startled yelp from the grey-haired girl as she hastily followed after him, their mutual footfalls thumping against the muddy dirt path, running down the grassy hill towards the overpass. The sound of cars driving by grew slightly faint as the road they had been running down grew out of sight, a tall dirt bank to their right and a river to their left.

Until soon they ran under the wide concrete overpass, a massive support pillar just next to the dirt wall. They took shelter by it, panting and gasping in cold air, the air still chilly but both somewhat more comfortable without the freezing rain pouring down on them. However by that point his shirt and slacks were soaked from the rain, his pants fairing better thanks to the material, but his shirt was practically see-through. Hayate's white school shirt and dark blue skirt were also wet, her thigh-highs similarly soaked.

''Geez...'' He sighed, watching as Hayate sat on the square base of the support pillar. ''Mind texting your sister and seeing if she can bring us some coats?''

''Mm.'' Hayate agreed, fishing her phone out of her bag and wasting no time in texting Nagi. ''We should've gone on the bus...''

''I told you that you should've gone with the others.'' The Producer remarked.

Hayate frowned cutely, still staring at her phone. ''You weren't going to leave either. I couldn't just leave you at the office.''

The Producer smiled wryly and just shook his head, amused but touched by her concern for him. Idly he ran his eyes over the overpass, gaze flickering past the scrawled graffiti and occasional bird that perched itself on the Y-shaped support pillars, his attention briefly going to the left and right, watching for anyone who might also be taking shelter from the rain. Nobody else was around; perhaps wisely taking the bus rather than walking home like they did.

His attention then shifted onto Hayate – and his cheeks swiftly became red as he remembered that her clothes were also soaked. Namely, her white button-up shirt... causing it to become transparent, revealing the blue bra she was wearing underneath. The colour and shape of it highlighted her bust size intimately, the straps looping over her shoulders clearly and the small bow on the very front visible as well. And whether because of his staring or something else, Hayate also noticed; squeaking.

Her blue eyes flickered up to him, checking if he noticed. Both knew he clearly did.

''...you're quite big there, aren't you...'' The Producer couldn't help but let the comment slip almost unconsciously.

Hayate blushed furiously, covering her breasts with one arm. ''D-Don't just say that so easily! Pervert!''

''Sorry.'' He chuckled and raised his hands. ''Just couldn't help but notice. Guess it's because I paid a lot of attention to you ever since you joined us, so- erm, wait, that sounds bad...''

His words only embarrassed Hayate further. ''Geez, you better not be playing favourites. Everyone at the studio is really talented, they'll be hurt if you do.''

The Producer smiled. Even when embarrassed she was still thinking of others. Hayate had a kind heart like that; always looking out for everyone else, rather than using them solely to elevate herself and her sister. It was partly because of that selflessness and kindness that he found himself drawn to the grey-haired girl, not hurt by her beauty as well. As he thought that he took another look at Hayate, realising that they both had a rare moment alone; her ever-present sister absent at the moment.

The thought gave him the courage to speak. ''Well, I'll always see you as my favourite. I don't say it so it won't upset anyone, but I don't mind you knowing.''

Hayate's cheeks flushed. ''Producer...''

Boldly the Producer stepped closer, one hand laying on the stone next to her whilst his other hand cupped her delicate cheek. Hayate's cheek was hot beneath his palm, a flustered look on her face when he tilted her head back a tiny bit. He savoured the look of embarrassment on her face, rubbing her cheek soothingly.

''I care about you a lot, Hayate.'' The Producer told her gently. ''And yes, I mean it that way.''

''O-Oh... really...?'' The idol blushed darker, averting her eyes. ''W-Well... I kinda like you too, Producer... even though you can be a real pervert sometimes.''

''Do you dislike it when I am?'' The Producer inquired; a light, teasing undertone entering his voice.

''...only sometimes.'' Hayate admitted, meeting his eyes. ''If you don't look at other girls... then I wouldn't mind, if you... acted more p-perverted...''

The insinuation made both blush... before in unison they burst out laughing, the light sound fluttering through the air and dispelling the awkward tension that had weighed down beforehand.

Their laugher gradually trailed off, a few more errant giggles fleeing Hayate's lips and lighting her face up, emphasising her beauty. She smiled at him, head tilted slightly and eyes warm, this time leaning into his hand – laying her hand over it and rubbing the back of his hand intimately. The Producer cherished the expression, unconsciously leaning in-

-until with a soft smooch, their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, their lips just touching and no more, but the intimacy of the act was exciting in its own right. His free hand shifted along the stone until he found Hayate's free hand and laid it over it, their fingers intertwining and earning a making Hayate smile into the kiss. Both dragged out the kiss for as long as they could, their lips slipping apart several times just long enough for them to suck in some air before going back to kissing.

Soon though they were forced apart by the need to breathe, panting lightly. Hayate blushed furiously as she met his eyes and looked aside, but the cutely-bashful look on her face tempted him to peck her on the cheek. Giggling lightly Hayate tilted her head and kissed him back, their lips smacking together for a few moments – only for him to then kiss down her jawline to her neck. She gasped as he kissed her sensitive flesh, his lips grazing down her jugular vein.

''Ahh... Producer...'' Hayate mewled, leaning back on both hands.

''You said you don't mind if I act more perverted.'' The Producer whispered into her neck. ''So if I do this, it's fine, right?''

The tinge of want in his voice made her squirm; embarrassed... but interested. ''...y-yes...''

A moan escaped Hayate as he sucked on her neck, his lips pursed against her flesh before they popped off, leaving a little hickey mark. He moved his lips further down and did it again, both of his hands rising up and grasping at the front buttons of her shirt. She grabbed his wrists and stopped him, making him pause, and after several moments Hayate loosened her hold – silently telling him to go ahead.

He did so eagerly, unbuttoning the top few buttons of her white dress shirt and leaving it to her to pull of her green neck-ribbon, a whimper escaping Hayate when the cold air brushed against her exposed cleavage. From so close he could admire her bust size intimately, one of his hands sneaking into her open shirt and his fingers pushing down into the right cup of her bra, tucking his fingers under her plump, soft tit, and tugging it up and out.

''Hey...'' Hayate shivered. ''Don't strip me, it's too cold out...''

He kissed her neck. ''So if it was hot, it'd be fine?''

She bopped him on the head. ''...only if we're alone, okay?''

''Sounds good.'' He chuckled lightly.

Hayate was quiet for a brief moment. ''...and, we have to keep this a secret. Promise?''

''I promise.'' The Producer agreed, leaning up and kissing Hayate on the lips.

The grey-haired girl mewled into the light kiss, both of them dragging the kiss out until they were forced to break apart, panting. His gaze was swift to go lower and he greedily held her waist and buried his face into her chest, listening to her whimper as he began to kiss along her plump chest, going over the tops before trailing down the sides. Hayate helped him along by reaching behind her back and shyly unclipping her bra, causing her soaked blue underwear to sag down until he could pull it off for her, leaving it on the concrete platform next to her.

Without her bra to cover her breasts he could admire them fully, his lips sliding all over them. Daringly he nipped at the top of her left one, eliciting a cute squeak from Hayate before it melted into a moan when he licked it better, his tender tongue sliding down to her right nipple and swirling around it lewdly, feeling how hard the nub was becoming in the cold. Demurely Hayate laid a hand on his head and held him against her chest gently, her guiding hand only encouraging him to play with his idol's tits.

''Mn...'' Hayate bit her lip. ''P-Producer... can I... do something...?''

Curious the Producer leaned back, gazing into Hayate's flustered eyes – and blushed when the idol slipped her butt off of the short platform, and then slid down to her knees in front of him. With her shirt unbuttons and her breasts dotted with kiss and bite marks she looked distinctly erotic, doubly so when she grabbed his belt and hurriedly began to unbuckle it, looking left and right for any possible voyeurs.

When she found none she pulled his belt undone, unzipping his pants a moment later. His boxers were pulled down a moment later, a gasp of surprise fleeing Hayate's lips as she laid eyes on his cock – eyes wide and full of intimidated awe. At the back of his mind he realised it was probably the first dick she'd seen in real life before, the thought turning him on and tempting him to grasp the base, pushing the head of his cock against her lips.

''Ah...'' Hayate leaned back a bit, eyeing the tip uncertainly.

''Just suck on it.'' The Producer instructed gently. ''Take your time.''

Hayate nodded slightly. She laid one hand on his hip and raised her other hand, tentatively curling her fingers around his half-erect cock, stroking it slightly. What experience she had clearly came from looking at lewd videos, evident in how inexperienced her strokes were; either too fast or too rough, making them more like a tug than a stroke. As he got bigger in her hand she got more used to the motion however, blushing darkly as she leaned up on her knees, bringing herself eye-to-eye with his cock.

Then her lips parted, her tongue escaped – and she licked the tip. The Producer groaned under his breath, twitching against her tongue and coaxing a slight smile out of Hayate, her tongue licking it more. She was shy and careful about it but her earnestness was undeniable, her tongue getting more bold and creative with each successive lick. She started licking over the sides or swirling around it, her head tilting this way and that as she worked.

''Hah... that's it...'' The Producer breathed, lustful.

Hayate blushed darkly at that, smiling slightly up at him as she kissed the tip once more, and then opened her mouth – taking him into her mouth. Wet warmth enveloped the first few inches of his cock and the idol slowly sucked back up to the tip, her lips dragging themselves over his cock as she bobbed back-and-forth, humming or making little grunts as she moved. Despite it being her first time giving head it felt amazing, a shudder of pleasure lancing through the Producer as he relished it.

Hayate took him deeper bit by bit, her lips soft as they slid down his meat. The Producer gripped the edge of the concrete platform behind her, looking left-and-right to make sure they weren't found – moaning when Hayate sucked his cock again. Just feeling her do it was pleasurable enough but looking down at her and watching her give him head made it so much more exciting, his cock twitching in her wet mouth as she sucked it.

''Mn... you're doing well...'' The Producer encouraged her breathless, his dick throbbing against her tongue. ''You- ah, Mn...''

Hayate's cheeks burned red, happiness shining in her eyes before she let them flutter shut, taking him deeper. She started to struggle as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, grunting wetly as the tip triggered her gag reflex repeatedly. Rather than try and deep-throat him the teen instead moved faster, her chin lifting slightly each time she slid her lips down his wet, saliva-coated cock, her lips grazing his twitching meat and her tongue slithering all over his cock, leaving a trail of drool where it went.

The Producer tried to resist the pleasure that rapidly climbed up his cock, not wanting to cum so quickly – but Hayate's mouth felt too amazing to resist. Every little suck ignited his nerves, her stroking tongue was ticklish and curious, her hot breaths exhaled themselves over his throbbing cock and her muffled moans sounded so sweet in his ears. All of it combined to leave his cock pleasurably hot, his girth growing swollen within her mouth as he held back his inevitable climax.

''Mmph, Mm, slrp...'' Hayate sucked away on his cock, eyes shut-

-until the Producer felt pleasure spike and heat rush up his cock, the sensation too intense. In a heartbeat he grabbed her head with both hands and roughly shoved her all the way down his cock, watching her eyes snap wide open as he buried his cock down her throat, moaning as he pumped rope after rope of thick, salty cum straight down her throat.

Dimly he was aware of her tapping his thigh but he was too lost in his pleasure to notice, his cock burning and tingling with pleasure as he unloaded his balls – feeling her nose squish against his pelvis. The spasming tongue beneath his cock only helped coax out more spurts from his shaft, the idol beneath him swallowing all of his load without question, gulping it down between breaths. Breaths that swiftly became a tad strained.

''K-kh, ghk, g-ghk... h-huuhk...''

Hayate's wet, choking grunts finally registered to him, and with haste the Producer released her head – blushing when the idol pulled her lips off his cock and coughed raggedly into her hand, shaking her head blindly as she wiped away the cum that had escaped around her lips.

''S-Sorry.'' The Producer apologised, blushing shamefully. ''It felt so good I just moved on my own.''

Hayate shook her head again, speaking between coughs. ''M-Mn... it's – k-kuh – fine, as long as you felt... Mn, good.''

He smiled bashfully, offering a hand and helping her up to her feet. Hayate gave him a smile back, wiping away the drool on her lips and chin; leaning against the stone platform as she caught her breath. Eager to apologise for being rough with her the Producer kissed her forehead, eliciting a cute giggle from Hayate before she tilted her head back, tempting him to smooch her on the lips.

One smooch became two, and soon the two were full-blown making-out once more. His hands roamed over her body, touching her belly first and sliding up to her plump breasts, groping them lustfully. Hayate mewled at that, squirming and shivering as he fondled her. His hands though were swift to move south, disappearing under her skirt before he grabbed her butt and lifted her up, sitting her on the edge of the short stone platform.

''Mn...'' Hayate breathed as she pulled away from the kiss. ''Producer... can we do more? Before Nagi arrives?''

''You mean sex?''

The teen blushed. ''Y-Yes...''

He rubbed her thighs, running his hands up them. ''Have you done it before?''

Hayate shook her head. The Producer just smiled, sliding his hands up her legs until he touched her hips, feeling the smooth waistband of her underwear. He curled his fingers under them and pulled, prompting Hayate to sit up a little, her cheeks a dark scarlet as he pulled her blue panties down her thighs and off her knees. She lifted her left leg back and let him pull her panties off of that one, leaving her underwear to hang off her right leg, his gaze going between her legs.

The idol pushed her skirt down, embarrassed. In response he leaned in and pecked on her lips, eliciting a whimper from Hayate before she slowly began to kiss him once more, the two of them slowly making out even as he grasped her wrist and pulled it aside, allowing him to lift her skirt up; gazing at her pussy lustfully. Slowly he guided her legs onto either side of him, one hand grasping his cock and lining him up with her lower lips, made easier when Hayate leaned back a tiny bit.

The tip pressed against her pussy lips and slid along them several times, the wet tip of his cock parting her folds slightly – before he aimed lower, and then pushed forth.

His cock sunk inside, swiftly becoming engulfed by searing-hot flesh. The Producer gasped and Hayate cried out, her lips pursing together as his cock pushed in deeper, claiming her virginity. On instinct he grabbed her hips to steady her and pushed forth, prying her tight inner walls apart inch by inch, intimately feeling her strangle his throbbing cock as he shaped her pussy to fit his cock.

Only once he had two-thirds of his cock inside her womanhood did he stop, panting as he gave her time to adjust; his own nerves slightly fried by the hot flesh smothering his cock. The Producer glanced up and met Hayate's eyes, noting the pinprick tears in the corners of her eyes, the pain slight but still present. Responding with actions instead of words he leaned in and kissed her again, eliciting a mewl from his newfound lover as she kissed him back, savouring the intimacy of the moment.

''Mm- ahh...'' Hayate exhaled as she broke off the kiss. ''It hurts a little...''

''That's normal.'' He reassured her, kissing her on the cheek.

Hayate flushed at the affectionate gesture, smiling shyly as she kissed him back. She whispered for him to move and the Producer did, his cock slowly pulling itself out of her tight, vice-like pussy – before he pushed right back in. His cock scraped her inner walls and Hayate gasped, shoulders tense as he pistoned in-and-out of her slowly, the sensation made thrice as intense whenever she tensed up, causing her vaginal walls to clamp around his thrusting cock.

Wetness made his cock slightly slick, her arousal easing the penetration and encouraging him to move more. Whimpers of pleasure began to bubble up out of Hayate's throat, her eyelashes fluttering as the pain faded and pleasure took its place; nothing but the tingling heat of his cock pushing in-and-out of her wet hole registering. The Producer himself slowly got more into it, his pelvis lightly beginning to bump against hers as he eased more of him inside her; until finally he bottomed out within her, the tip touching her innermost parts.

''A-Ahh~'' Hayate moaned at that. ''Producer, it feels good... don't stop moving...''

''I won't.'' He murmured out, daringly picking up the pace – loving the slow-building slap of flesh. ''Hah, you feel so tight...''

''Don't say that~'' Hayate whimpered in embarrassment.

Chuckling tightly the Producer kept thrusting, his pelvis slapping against hers as he buried his cock deep into her. She tightly embraced his cock, their joined parts throbbing together and making wet squelching sounds, only emboldening him to pound Hayate harder, relishing every little bit of friction. The idol gasped and cried out in pleasure, her voice swiftly muffled when he kissed her again, their mashing lips helping mute her squeal when he rapidly began to speed up, his cock hitting all the right spots to make her turn into putty.

Her voice hit all the rights notes to turn him on, rising and rising in pitch until she was all but squealing into the kiss, his cock hitting her deepest parts in a rapid rhythm, the tightening flesh surrounding his shaft pushing him closer to his inevitable climax. The thought of pulling out was non-existent, his hips working overdrive and slamming him into Hayate, his cock pulsing within her-

''P-P-Producer!''

-when Hayate cried out his name, and clenched tight around him. In an instant he couldn't hold back, fire rushing up his cock before he slammed in deep, unloading plentiful ropes of cum into her womanhood. She gasped, spasming and buckling in his grip as he pumped his hot load deep into her virgin depths, undoubtedly knocking her up in the process.

''A-Ah... ahh...'' Hayate's legs twitched and trembled. ''Oh... P-Producer...''

The Producer said nothing, opting instead to lean down and claim her lips in a deep kiss, muting her words into a senseless moan. She held onto him, kissing him back and dragging it out – and when they finally broke apart she had come down from her high somewhat, giving him a flustered smile brimming with both satisfaction, and adoration.

''Producer... I-''

Movement cut her words short, both of them looking to the side... and spotting the individual standing at the mouth of the overpass. One girl by the name of Nagi hisakawa. Hayate's sister.

The stoic twin stared at them, eyes large and blinking owlishly, her cheeks slowly heating up more and more until her cheeks was a rosy hue. From her position Nagi undoubtedly got a perfect side-view of them, of Hayate's legs on either side of his waist and his pelvis flush against hers, making it impossible to mistake what they were doing.

''U-Um... I'll just leave your coats here...'' Nagi stammered, dropping said coats. ''Sorry for interrupting.''

''A-Ah, wait! Nagi! I can explain!''

As he pulled out of Hayate and the pair of twins feverishly began to talk, the Producer could only smile and sweat-drop.

Mentally he reminded himself to not do it under a bridge again. Erotic? Perhaps. Private?

Not in the slightest.

[END]

A/N: Hayate's last name is really hard to remember. I kept spelling it as Hisekawa, not Hisakawa...