Rating: MA
Words: 800
I'll be clear: that is NOT "MA" for "mild action", that is MA for Mature Audiences. This one is nsfw (not safe for work). If that is not your cup of tea, then this particular ficlet will not be your cup of tea. (alternatively, if that is your cup of tea, then you've come to the right place~, no pun intended)
Iku sat on the edge of their shared bed, sleepily buttoning up her shirt for work that day, wearing only a bra and panties underneath. Atsushi wandered around the room, similarly attired but without the shirt, busily picking up discarded clothes from the night before. They both had woken up before the alarm and were taking advantage of their early morning to get ready for work at a leisurely pace. Looking down as she fumbled with the buttons, she heaved a frustrated sigh, finding them difficult to manage in her still groggy state, and the noise drew Atsushi's attention to her. He paused in picking up the clothes, turning to appraise her while she continued to struggle, an idea forming in his mind. A small, mischievous smile graced his features, unnoticed by Iku, and he put down the clothes and made his way over to the bed.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, prompting Iku to finally look up from her half-buttoned shirt in time for Atsushi to place both hands on her knees and spread them apart, pushing his face between her legs. Iku gasped, now fully awake from the startled shiver of pleasure that coursed through her body as he kissed her panties close to where they covered her pearl. Her heart began to flutter uncontrollably as he placed a few more kisses in the same spot, and she gripped the comforter at the edge of the bed in an attempt to steady the trembles that began to quake her body. One of Atsushi's hands slid from her knee to her waist, easily pushing her backwards for a better vantage point as he continued to have his way with her. Iku let out a small whimper, frustration creeping in that he was not removing her panties as he added in his tongue. He pushed in on the wet cloth with his tongue, teasing her as though he were trying to penetrate her through her underwear. Iku was breathing hard by now, her voice sticking to her exhales in breathy moans with each press of his tongue. She managed to shudder out a whiny "A-Atsushi…!", rolling her hips in complaint, knowing she wouldn't reach her release unless he touched her skin directly. Dojo hummed in question and the noise vibrated against Iku's sex, pulling back far enough to look at her with a small grin still set on his face. From her lying down position, she had to crane her neck to make eye contact with him, frustration escalating along with the tension coiling low in her abdomen as she saw his smug (and unfairly sexy) smile.
She lifted her upper body slightly onto her elbows, feeling the heat in her face burn hotter with Atsushi gazing at her in question. His hands were still on her inner thighs, one thumb making slow circles inching closer to the leg of her panties. The effect was just as teasing and pleasurable as his mouth was seconds before, and Iku had to take a moment to marshal her thoughts, distracted. She swallowed, then began: "P…Please touch me properly…"
Now, it was Atsushi's heart rate that sped up, struck by her ruddy cheeks and slight pout combined with the timidity by which she made her request. He took a deep breath and his expression softened obligingly, unable to deny her anything, really, when she was that adorable. He slipped her damp panties off her hips a few inches and slid two fingers up to penetrate her sex, wriggling them enough to cause Iku to collapse from her elbows and groan softly in raw desire. It only took a few moments of this for her to begin trembling again, and Atsushi thrilled in the gasps he drew from her shuddering form with just two fingers. He moved to put his mouth to her clit, using his tongue to help Iku finish. Her legs jerked with the unexpected sensation and she moaned again, long and low. It only took him raking his tongue over the sensitive spot once more for her to finally climax, back bowing with her cry of relief.
Iku gasped for air as her orgasm faded, feeling spent and satisfied. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, she opened her eyes to see Atsushi standing in front of the bed where he had been kneeling, waiting for her breathing to calm down. He had taken her sopping underwear off her legs, knowing she couldn't very well go to work wearing them.
"By the way, that dress shirt is one of mine," he informed her, clearly amused. Iku finally noticed the too-broad shoulders of the shirt in embarrassment and he turned to carry her panties to their dirty clothes hamper. "But we should probably wash that, too…"