It started as an idea, a mere suggestion. Had she known the fire it would ignite, she never would've brought it up.

You see, Okuda Manami has slender, pale and well-shaped legs. She applies a careful skincare routine to each inch of her body. She uses a moisturiser and cream, keeping them a pure porcelain and baby soft texture. She was never aware that her legs had brought such delight to Karma, for he had never wanted to bring it up in fear of scaring her off.

Unfortunately for him, she found out.

It was one fateful day, the two of them were sitting on a bed facing each other in the school's infirmary. Manami had tripped over and scraped her knee whilst doing PE, and Karma had brought her there in order to bandage it up. Karma was gently massaging her leg upon finishing the task and Manami was getting increasingly embarrassed by the gesture.

"Karma-kun, you seem to be fixated on my legs…"

He jolted in response, halting his gentle motions on her calf,

"What do you mean Manami?"

"I-I... well… You know how you told me to wear longer skirts and that tights suited me better than my white socks?"

Shit. I guess I was being pretty obvious…

"Aha… Yeah?" he replied nervously, beginning to knead her skin again.

Nervously laughing out of awkwardness, Manami attempts to ask,

"I was just thinking… are they really that great-"

"I love every part of you," interrupting her suddenly, Karma lifts her knee up to his face and kisses it gently, "...but your legs are a definite favourite of mine…" he whispers, almost inaudibly.

His kisses lightly sting her knee. A rapid burning spreads across her face.

"W-wait..." she murmurs, as flushed as a berry. She feels him smirk lightly on her wounded skin.

"Do you not like it?" He pecks her cheek and swiftly moves her legs up on the bed so she is seated fully on the soft mattress.

"We're not doing this here are we? We still have class to go to..." She furrows her brows sternly. He smiles and kisses her lips, slightly disappointed but happy nonetheless.

"Can you come over today?"

She nods. Her face is rosy.

And so, a frustrating hour of school passes.

Having explicit thoughts plague their journey home, their hearts pace at all-time highs as they walk hand in hand to his house. They walk to his room and leave their bags on the floor near the door. She nervously sits on his bed in anticipation and Karma bends down to kiss her softly. He prods her mouth with his pulsating tongue and she happily opens as a growing heat emerges from her stomach. She wraps her arms around him.

Swiftly and smoothly, Karma relocates her to lie on the bed and skillfully unbuttons her white shirt to show her white bra. He continues to push his tongue into hers as her lips get wetter and wetter, a dizzying heat emerging from both of them.

Manami sits up to rest on the back of his bed in order to reach his face without straining herself upwards. Karma pushes her skirt upwards revealing the sheer tights and the slight mesh covering her underwear.

"Your underwear is so cute today…" He whispers breathlessly into her ear. She tingles with excitement and kisses his neck lovingly in response. Giddy with arousal, he presses his lips over hers again and his fingers trace her nipples. His palms wrap around them and he lightly pulls down her bra, exposing her bare skin to the cold air and his contrasting body heat and he massages them fiercely.

Manami places her hand on his abs, exciting him further by sliding her fingers over his body through his clothes. She slowly pulls his blazer off of him, taking a breath,

"Karma-kun… I want it inside of me."

"Someone's getting awfully excited by themselves." Karma smirks and picks up her braid kissing its ends, Manami pouts and slides her hand down to his groin. He groans in response, heated gazes lock the two of them in each other's eyes.

"I-I'm not the only one excited here…"

"You still need to-"

"It's fine… I-I'm wet...You can't make me say any more than this Karma-kun." Her face goes even redder than a ripe apple. Contorting his face in pleasure and pain as her hand caresses him, Karma snarls,

"Are you sure you're wet enough?"

"Karma! You can't say that-" She exclaims in embarrassment, he laughs and goes to flick his fingers over the 2 layers of cloth covering her privates, beginning slow ministrations inducing sheer pleasure in her. She moans, cutting off whatever it is she wanted to say and wraps her arms around his neck. He forces his tongue into her mouth in her moment of vulnerability, turning each of their heads hazy. He breaks from their interlocking mouths, an expression of anticipation and nervousness appears,

"Manami don't freak out too much, but can I rip your tights?"

Hazy and aroused, she takes a few moments to process what he just said. Upon realising the meaning, she smiles widely and pulls her skirt upwards to give him better access.

"Sure, go for it."

His face scowls with a mixture of excitement and overwhelming lust, wrinkling his sharp features. Nails slightly scratching her, he makes quick work of the sheer material around her crotch and pushes aside her panties to reveal her entrance. He reaches into his drawers for a condom, ripping it with his teeth and begins to roll it on to himself.

"W-wait."

Karma stops in his place, a beastly look meets Manami's eyes. His face strained, as if he were a caged lion eyeing his prey.

"I want to put it on for you…" He gives her the rubber and then she slides it on him carefully inducing butterflies in his stomach. He murmurs relentless curses from the torturous pleasure,

"Jesus Manami…" She sits herself up again and stretches her entrance with 2 fingers for easier access, not knowing it only stirred his thoughts further.

"You drive me crazier each day…" He indulges into her, penetrating her to depths that she craved. A slight tinge of pain. She claws at the duvet covers and snakes her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

"My body is on fire..."

Enraptured by the sight before him, he circles his thumbs on the soft, pale skin revealed in the rips of her black tights, revelling in the pleasure of her touch and the touch of her. Karma, engraving her slovenly appearance into his mind, thanked the heavens for this view.

She slides down, her back now fully on the bed and her legs spread. His fingers trickle down her thigh, caressing each fibre. The texture of the sheer material and her skin drove him insane. There was nothing he could think of that turned him on more.

Manami however, overcome with frustration, grinds herself against him swirling her body sweetly in circular motions. She throws her head back in pleasure and slowly moves for him. Whilst she breathes laboriously she searches for his hand to grab, pulling on it whilst Karma's face twisted dangerously from her eroticism.

"K-Karma- move for me…"

He swallows dryly and rams himself in, holding her tightly by her hand and the other hand stretching her leg open by pushing on her thigh. Rolling her eyes back, Karma pushes and pulls against the rough meat of her insides.

He kisses her furiously as the bodies slick with sweat melt together. He sits her on his lap and grinds his hips against her, holding her down by the waist penetrating deeper...and deeper. He moves faster, losing control over his mind. His fingers plays expertly with her clit, edging her to climax. Manami grips his ticklish scarlet red hair, throbbing and moaning intimately into his ear.

Karma mutters words of affection and groans, Manami aptly responding with exclamations of pleasure and love. Her thighs tighten around his waist, her toes curl and her vision goes white. An intense climax shocks her body, causing her walls to clamp and convulse intensely around his member. Karma hugs her trembling body closer, pushing himself in one last time and then orgasms with their bodies stuck together like glue. Electric pulses shoot through their bodies. She moans intensely as he fills her whilst she climaxes.

Their misty eyes meet, they kiss gently and he slowly takes himself out from her warmth. Throwing away the rubber, he looks at her.

Their hearts beat like tiny drums, pressed against each other as the climax high slowly fades from their bodies.

She sees herself in the mirror to the side of his bed, embarrassed by her obvious love-making appearance. Attempting to restore her dignity, she closes her shirt and tries to fix her hair.

Eyeing her exposed skin, Karma growls hungrily, grabbing her wrist tightly.

"Once more..."

"K-Karma! W-wait…"

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A/N: Thanks for reading! This was the first lemon I've ever written and I had to do it for my OTP of course! I think I've been obsessed with this ship for at least a few years and I've been craving some more M rated content of them so I'm throwing my hat in the ring lol. This is gonna be a little lemon collection for Karmanami and I hope to update it every so often, sorry if it takes a while! Each short will be separate from the other unless otherwise stated

See you around!