How's it going, party people? Times are pretty tough, so here's a little escapism for ya. Word of warning; this stuff is going to get pretty lewd. So if that's what you're looking for then I think you've come to the right place. I know the subject matter might be a bit brow-raising to say the least, but that's what I think makes it so interesting. With so few fics with this pairing I felt compelled to try to write one myself, just to get the mind off current events. Well, that, and my being addicted to Chariakko, heh. I've commissioned a few pieces of art with those two, and now it's my turn to get creative in bringing this spicy pairing to life in a story. I might be a little rusty, so please forgive any roughness you might read. I'll do my best, and I hope you get a kick out of it.
This'll be a one-shot for now, maybe an extra chapter if you guys are enjoying it. I can maybe try out other pairings, no matter how weird. Please suggest any you'd like to see. The chapters don't need to align with previous ones so I can get real crazy with it. Have fun.
Teach Me, Please...
"Oh man...oh man! Why? Why! Why did I-ahhh!" Akko's babbling degraded into a long drawn out grumble of frustration as she threw herself onto her bed with a loud whump. There was no one inside the room besides herself to hear the following tirades that sounded much the same, whining words now muffled by the scruff of the pillow the young Witch pressed tight onto her face as she lay on her back, occasionally kicking her legs about childishly in tandem with more choice expletives peppered with repeated groans of astonished disbelief.
Again and again she repeated herself. Why? Why oh why? Of all the ludicrously embarrassing things she'd done in her life, nothing even came close to the sheer shameful scandal of the previous night. Once more, she asked—no pleaded—to herself in vain for an answer within. Something concrete to ground her mind as it spun madly in her aching thoughts, frazzled beyond all control in that spike of nerve-wracking anxiety.
With another pouty moan Akko moved the pillow off her face and clutched it to her chest, staring up at the wooden paneling of the bunk above, trying to distract herself by following the tiny specks of dust caught in the lancing rays of the morning sun.
It was such a beautiful day. The kind of time where she'd normally leap out of the room as soon as her legs allowed, hungry for any kind of magical wonder to behold. But right then, just opening that door to the corridor outside seemed like the most impossible thing in her entire cursed existence.
Akko couldn't do it. She just couldn't. Not after...that…
Just that grazing thought brought another pained howl of nervous frustration to ring out, coupled with her punching her fists into the fabric of the sheets. The more she tried to stifle what had happened, the more stupidly difficult it became. Like trying to jam something into a box far too small to fit it, and the box itself would just keep shrinking smaller and smaller, making the entire process pointless.
It was so annoying! What she'd give to be able to forget! But her stupid brain wouldn't allow it. She had to acknowledge that night...or else she would literally explode from all the pent up nerves bubbling away just under her prickling, flushing skin.
She recalled the event, moping her face so hard it felt like she'd start bawling at any moment.
"Why, Akko?" She mumbled miserably to herself, suddenly shouting loud enough to carry her voice beyond the sanctuary of the room. "You big, stupid idiot. IDIOT! WHY!"
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Akko was brimming with joy that evening, unable to help herself skipping about the halls of Luna Nova Academy after some droning remedial lessons from a few of the professors. It was autumn break, so most of the students had gone home to visit their families, including Lotte who'd bidden her a (rather over-dramatic) teary farewell two days ago.
Sucy had left too shortly after, explaining very bluntly in that unique tone that she had to return to her country of birth to gather several herbs and mushrooms that grew at a very specific time and place during the year.
Akko herself had initially planned to go back home to visit her parents as well, but they'd been called out on important mystery business on short-notice, leaving the girl no choice but to stick around at school without her two closest friends. At first the prospect really bummed her out, especially with how quiet the place had gotten so quickly with hardly any people around.
But after a wonderful pep talk from her favorite Witch in the whole world, the one and only Shiny Chariot, Akko had regained her enthusiasm and went with her mentors' friendly advice to focus on studying and learning how to properly fly a broom in the meantime; with Chariot happily agreeing to teach her personally for the latter. That alone was enough to send Akko over the moon with delight.
No doubt with her of all people teaching Akko the ropes, she was sure to be soaring majestically before the autumn break was over! 100 percent!
But that was for tomorrow. First, it was movie night! Amanda and Constanze had stayed at Luna Nova over the break too, and the boisterous American Witch seemed to have made it her mission to keep Akko entertained in the meantime, always seeking her out for all sorts of shenanigans, and not always the innocent kind.
Amanda would probably never admit it openly, but Akko was super grateful for the company all the same. When Akko had suggested watching a movie together and hanging out, Amanda had basically prepared everything before Akko had even finished speaking.
During her studies and lessons earlier in the day, Akko had invited a whole bunch of others to join in if they wanted, including Chariot who she'd asked out of the blue after some helpful tutoring.
At first, her teacher had looked flabbergasted at the request, and Akko had almost reeled it back, ready to apologize needlessly, but before it'd come to that Chariot had abruptly agreed with barely restrained jubilation.
Perhaps it was just Akko's imagination, but the beaming smile her teacher had shone with seemed the happiest expression she'd ever seen from the older Witch.
She'd seemed far more thankful than Akko had expected, which only served to make the girl even more excited to spend an evening with her doing something other than schoolwork and training. In fact, when was the last time they'd been together just for fun?
Considering just how happy a simple invite like that had made her, way too long, Akko figured with a pang of guilt.
She brushed aside that unnecessary feeling and psyched herself up for the movie night instead, already rounding the corner towards her room with such reckless speed the girl's feet seemed to glide across the floor.
It was rapidly getting dark, leaving the warm evening light dimming around Akko as she zoomed ahead. They were all probably waiting impatiently for her in there, owing to the unfortunate hold-up earlier where Finnelan had lectured her ear off, of which Akko remembered exactly zilch about what the grouchy Witch had muttered in that drawling voice.
Akko threw open the door upon reaching it, greeting her friends with a loud cheer who collectively jumped at the sudden entrance. Her heart fell a tiny bit to see only three people had turned up, but quickly reignited with even brighter joy to see one of them was Chariot. Her teacher sat timidly on one of several beanbags arrayed about the floor, smiling sweetly at Akko as Amanda and Constanze looked up from setting up a projector by Sucy's empty bed.
"Woo! Sorry I'm late guys!"
"Man, took your sweet time. Who doesn't show up to their own movie night? We almost started without ya." Amanda jeered with a grin, turning back to adjusting the equipment. Constanze only gave a tiny nod of acknowledgement, never ceasing the deft movements of her gloved hands as she expertly plugged in cables and the like on the projector proper. The screen was already up, looking a little dirty in that evening light, but once it got dark that wouldn't be noticeable at all.
"Akko, hello..." Chariot's smile somehow grew wider and yet more sheepish. She was dressed in that casual red tracksuit of hers with the top unzipped, revealing a rather tight black undershirt beneath. She was drinking from a teacup set on a saucer on her lap, its aromatic vapour blossoming the air about her elated face.
For some strange reason, seeing her teacher like that caused a stir in Akko's gut that robbed the girl of the ability to breathe or speak for a few cloying seconds. Something about her shape...that unguarded smile. Seeing Chariot so relaxed...it made Akko feel…incredibly odd to say the least! What was up with her?
It was as if it was the first time seeing the woman. Which was nuts of course! She'd met with Chariot plenty of times lately, especially with all the extra tutoring over the break. But try as she might to make sense of the most peculiar of feelings squirreling about inside her body, the girl just couldn't pin it down.
She'd never felt like that before. And rather than fading, it was only growing stronger every moment Chariot was in view, like her presence alone was charging the magic-Akko's magic-in the thickening air.
She'd always known her mentor to be strikingly pretty...but not to the point it made a sudden flush of warmth flow electric all across her body like that.
Too late she noticed how long she'd stood there without saying or doing anything, watching with wide eyes as Chariot's smile faded a little with a shy tilt of the head, causing the woman's flowing crimson hair to fold like silk beautifully over a lone shoulder.
Thankfully Amanda and Constanze were too busy with the equipment to notice the awkwardness, but before that actually happened Akko managed to oust herself back in her usual groove, but with that unusual feeling persisting in her body, moving from her gut to an even more noticeable buzzing on the back of her neck.
"S-Sensei! Hi! I'm really glad you came! Not too many people turned up, hope that's ok..."
Chariot gave a sheepish, nervous wave of her hand.
"It's fine, really. I'm just..."
Another short silence. Amanda's voice sounded in the background, oblivious to the quiet spell. "Wait, what the hell is this cable for? It looks just like the other three." Constanze replied to the salty query with an impatient grunt.
"I'm just very happy you invited me to do something like this. I thought, perhaps, that it would be strange to have your teacher here." Chariot continued, lowering her gaze somewhat to glance briefly at the rippling tea in the cup sitting on her lap. "That you'd be embarrassed to have someone like me around..."
"Hey, don't sweat it! There's no problem at all. It's great that you wanted to hang out for some fun!" Akko cheerily replied, moving over to the empty beanbag next to her mentor before falling onto it ungracefully, letting out a satisfied sigh as the comfy seat morphed beneath her weight. "Ahh, much better..."
"Thank you, Akko."
She turned to look at Chariot, ready to restate that it wasn't a bother at all. But once again that affirming, precious smile of hers, especially from so close next to Akko, rattled her so much she prayed it wasn't showing so obviously about the prickling warmness burning hotter across the young Witch's cheeks.
What in all the world was that sensation? It felt like some kind of revelation, completely out of the blue. A sidewinder so unexpected the normally jubilant girl again found herself at a near-total loss of words.
All she could really mouth was a shaky, weak "...Yeah..."
The stare bridged between them for an extended second spoke a million different things. More and more Akko noticed minute, gorgeous details of the woman sitting so gingerly before her. Dainty, feminine digits gracing the teacup. Long eyelashes fluttering with every cute owlish blink. Shiny silken lips glowing in the light, slightly parted in wordless breath.
Her frame, taut and athletic, and still so perfectly shapen. She looked like a godly red-haired Valkyrie, sipping tea. What a sight, Akko's babbling thoughts thundered in awe.
And those. Akko only dared the most brief of passing glances across that wondrous chest, the treasure within barely hidden away from her eyes beneath that tightened weave of fabric. Part of her didn't care that Chariot would most likely notice. Or...maybe she wanted her to. Had they always been so impressively big? And—And...just what the heck was she doing!
"What a pair, huh?" Amanda violently derailed that insane train of thought as the American Witch suddenly came into Akko's view, holding up two movie cases in her hand for Akko to see. "Remember the last time we all watched Cyborg Fury 1 and 2?" She gave a boastful howl of laughter and settled onto another beanbag slightly in front of her and Chariot. Constanze sidled onto Amanda's lap shortly after, clutching a complicated-looking remote control in those tiny hands. "It was a total riot! Two of the dumbest, most entertaining movies ever made! Sometimes the funniest crap is totally unintentional, am I right?"
"Hm!" Constanze fervently nodded in approval, already messing about with the remote and keeping her eyes glued to the screen, visibly excited for the upcoming entertainment.
Amanda proved to be a welcome distraction from Akko's berserk thinking just seconds ago. With the first of the movies quickly flickering to life on the screen, she felt settled and somewhat calm; even managing to lean over to Chariot who gazed grinning at the screen with timid excitement.
"Have you watched these before, Chariot?"
"N-no. I...haven't watched many films. Hardly at all in fact..." A shade of sadness dimmed those ruby-red eyes for only a second until Akko cheerily responded and offered Chariot one of many bags of assorted candy littering the floor among the cosy seating arrangements.
"Never too late to start then!" She giggled brightly as Chariot echoed the sound with a cute, relieved laugh of her own and accepted the offered treats.
Before long the Witches were well into the swing of things, and not even ten minutes had passed before the sun set completely over the horizon, leaving them basked in the flickering white glow of schlocky D-grade cinema. Several bouts of laughter followed when scene after scene of poorly-filmed but endearingly funny robotic antics played on the screen.
All manner of unhealthy snacks were devoured in short order, as were seemingly gallons of either soft drink or hot cocoa gulped down, occasionally almost being spat out by another burst of uncontrollable giggling at yet another ridiculous scene that baffled all common sense.
In those wonderful moments of innocent fun, hearing Chariot laugh was the only thing that distracted Akko from the cinematic train-wrecks they were all delighting in. It struck the girl just what a precious sound that was, and its rarity only made it all the more delightful.
A few times she chanced a bit of a sideways glance at her teacher during the ending throes of Cyborg Fury 2; even those second-long looks lancing those strange emotions right into her bedazzled heart like they'd never subsided at all.
Once, Chariot turned to grab another bag of snacks from the ground, just as Akko had turned to look, leaving the girl no choice but to zip her gaze away far too quickly back to the screen, pretending in vain that something funny had just happened on screen only to notice it was just an establishing shot of a cheap-looking cyber city dystopia.
Her awkward fake laugh ended as quickly as it had come. Yet Akko couldn't draw her attention away from Chariot's oddly slow movements in the corner of her vision, how the woman was still looking at her…
"Alright, just one more before bed I think." Amanda declared and grabbed a huge clump of popcorn out of a big orange bowl that Constanze was holding from her comfy looking slot between the American's legs. "How's everyone holding up?"
"Hm!" Constance flipped a quick thumbs up, munching away on the popcorn in much more reasonable helpings, still not peeling light green eyes from the screen as the next film on the playlist went on ahead.
"Uh...y-yeah. I'm good! Yep!" Akko had initially been spooked by the outburst. Not that it had been too loud or unexpected, but her habit of falling into strange trances caused solely by a certain, gorgeous Witch sitting so very close. And was she imagining it, or had they both scooted closer as time had passed?
"I'm having so much fun, girls. I don't think I've laughed like that since...ever, really." Chariot added, her tone far more relaxed and breezing than the start of their little gathering. "This brings back a lot of fond memories."
"Good to hear! The more the merrier I reckon. Besides, you're probably the only teacher in the whole school who won't rat us out for staying up this late anyway." Amanda remarked through another mouthful of popcorn that made her words almost indecipherable.
"O-of course! I won't be any trouble, I promise. Used to break the rules all the time at your age I'll have you know!"
Amanda snorted a hearty laugh, accidentally flinging bits of popcorn from her mouth and into the darkness behind the screen.
"Hah! No kidding? You're so weird. No wonder you fit in with us so well."
A brief ripple of laughter was shared among them, except Constanze who was watching the next movie so intently it looked like nothing short of a stampeding robot in the room could distract her.
Akko quickly noticed the movie playing then wasn't like the last two at all. Rather than a so-bad-it's-good type of fare, the film was a sweeping epic involving angels sent down to Earth in the form of Holy Knights, fighting bravely to restore order in a ravaged medieval landscape of war and monsters.
At first she was thankful it was enthralling enough to distract her from the rabid curiosity of a certain womanly Witch constantly fighting to the forefront of her thoughts, but the longer the movie went on, the more curious parallels started to play out that only made Akko far more self-conscious of the situation.
There was a lady knight in the movie, sporting a long, flowing mane that glimmered like soft fire when she fought majestically to protect a young prince with an auburn tuft of hair beneath a jewel-encrusted crown.
They eventually fall in love during their adventures after a touching scene in the rain, only for it be revealed the prince was actually a princess disguising herself for protection from unscrupulous suitors hungry to claim her political power and adorable beauty.
That their beloved union continued unabated, and the clear differences in their size and age, definitely didn't pass Akko's rapt attention. In fact, it was starting to make her obsess. Suddenly the characters were replaced by Chariot and herself as the scenes played out, and the tightening feeling in her stomach made it hard for the girl to draw breath as it returned in triple-force. She was sitting so rigid then that her knees felt glued together, minutely trembling in exasperated excitement that she couldn't even begin to stem.
That emotion reached an uncontrollable crescendo when Amanda's silhouette briefly blocked the screen in front of her; a sleeping Constanze gripped softly in the tall girls arms as she spoke sleepily.
"Looks like I need to put the little one to bed. I think I'll be calling it a night too." She yawned widely and sauntered away drowsily towards the dormitory door. "G'night guys. That was a lot of fun, and sorry about the mess. We'll help out in the morning, yeah?"
Akko wasn't sure if she'd managed to reply to that at all as the wild, burning sensations all over her body played about freely, growing madly in their strengthening throes. Without a sound, Amanda and Constanze disappeared in the shadows, leaving Akko alone with the impossible figure of that sudden fixation.
The quiet in that room strangely magnified the moment it was just the two of them, like a deafening buzz that drowned out the music and dialogue of the film to a barely perceptible shade. The ceaseless, building hammering of Akko's heart coupled with the sheer difficulty of simply breathing normally made it impossible to follow the movie at all by that point.
The blurred image of Chariot at her side from her peripheral mattered more than whatever was happening on-screen. It could've been the greatest film ever made and it wouldn't matter in the blazing light of Akko's obsession.
Akko had to look at her. She had to take in that beautiful, powerful shape, if only for a second. Pretending to watch the movie in total silence was starting to become unbearable.
Shifting her view as carefully as she could, what little breath remained in her lungs caught in a tight nervous gasp that whistled shrilly from her lips when the girl noticed Chariot's attention was turned towards her.
She nearly fainted right then, until Akko swiveled slightly more from her seat to see that her teacher had fallen fast asleep at some unknown point. The woman was spread out wide and lazy on the beanbag, arms fallen loosely at each side, legs stretched out. Serenely sleeping face angled towards Akko with her pointed chin resting on her right shoulder.
Akko stared with heavy breaths rising like a volcanic eruption blasting all rational thought aside at the image of that perfectly sculpted face, hungrily taking in every contour and shining angle in that limited light.
Her gaze roved greedily downwards, at the wondrous cavern of her teachers' open tracksuit, abruptly fighting an urge to clutch her itching hands onto the curving forms of those breasts; beckoning so sweetly as they rose and fell with Chariot's soft breathing, entrancing the girl with the pendulum of such a simple but ravenous motion.
Her teacher's shirt was even a little hiked up from the waist, Akko noted with teeth grit so tightly it pained her jaw, revealing the toned knolls of powerful muscle rippling across Chariot's pale yet perfectly-toned skin. A tiny slip of Chariot's black lacy panties hugged the rim tight just above her track pants that further deepened Akko's desire far past the point of any lucid return.
It was like the girl had simply transformed; no fanfare, no real setup. A Pandora's box thrown open in her heart with abandon, starved for the taste of something she'd never expected to make everything else on that planet matter so little.
Akko hungered...she needed…
Her trembling hands moved on their own, easily slipping beneath her skirt and pulling away her underwear with more eager force than she'd expected, ripping them easily. Absently she noted how slick with cloying sweat her bare legs were to the touch, but cared not and yanked her torn panties free before tossing them heedlessly aside.
All the while her relentless breaths fogged hot from her open mouth, her wide unblinking eyes darting about the body of the sleeping woman siphoning away the entirety of Akko's self-control.
"What am I…?" That was the last of her whispering words desperate to pull her away from what Akko was about to do. Nothing else coherent slipped from her tongue other than the mewling moan that curled out when she dipped her hand deep into the crevices of the warming, quivering spot between her sweating legs. "Mmm-ahhh~"
She was leaning back in the beanbag now, mirroring the position Chariot was in. Her unruly touch roved back and forth across the delicate flesh growing exponentially more sensitive with every slight motion, deeper and deeper, suddenly flowing wet beneath and around her fingers, running down her terribly shaking legs rapidly until it was all glassy smooth to the contact.
Her body gyrated up and down in tandem with the impossible sensations setting her whole being alight in that ecstatic fire. Every slight thrust upward from her seat bringing incredibly vivid visions of Chariot splayed outwards on a flowery pink bed, hair fanned out with wondrous symmetry, that muscular yet feminine body utterly naked as she timidly smiled up at Akko who stood over her. It was Akko's prize. Her RIGHT.
"Come." Chariot summoned the girl in that delirium, such a simple word sounding so perfect spoken from those glossy, curling lips that remained parted. Without hesitation Akko saw herself bearing down towards that mouth with her own gaping maw, clamping their lips together so deep their tongues immediately entwined as one, swishing and swirling about with no rhythm or guide other than pure feral lust smoothed in ungovernable drooling fervor.
The taste felt so real, so raw. It was enough to spike the pleasure of her sodden spot beyond any conceivable threshold. Again her body thrusted about only that time each motion sent running cords of pure electric, wonderful pleasure shooting out to the quivering edges of her entire body, immediately numbing her legs. A storm cloud raging in her heart and soul so powerful it nearly made Akko pass out completely.
What a sensation, what a...sensation. Nothing mattered but that one lingering feeling...
Another crescendo, stronger than the first and also the last, spurring one more cry of ecstasy out from her lips, though oddly muffled that time...and mingled with a moan of pleasure not her own…
The reality of the situation suddenly dawned on the girl with a knot of terror in her stomach—realizing she'd lost control in that amorous daze. Her vision previously dazzled into imagination took in the room in an instant...and the pair of crimson eyes staring back in shock millimeters from her own.
The dewy, fantastic taste of Chariot's tongue intertwined with hers was all too real. Akko wasn't just locked in that delicious connection, she was practically on top of her mentor; pinning her down with her hands gripped tight to Chariot's wrists. Her groin, utterly drenched and running hot with orgasm, was saddled atop the woman's thigh— by carnal reflex she still rubbed fervently on clothes so slicken it glided to and fro without any resistance.
An explosion of doubtful fear hammered home, and Akko couldn't stop herself from screaming out and launching herself away from Chariot with an ungainly yell. The floor was so scattered with stuff it took only a second for Akko's scrambling feet to spectacularly lose their balance.
Pain shot up in nasty spikes when she thudded hard onto her butt against the frame of her bed, and there she sat without the drive or ability to move further; her psyche still reeling from what had just taken place.
Chariot remained seated on the beanbag close by, clothes wrinkled terribly in the throes of almost being peeled away by reckless hands, her expression the very picture of frozen shock and disbelief, looking all the more eerie and unsettling in the flickering light of the movie long-forgotten.
"C-Chariot...I-I-I...ummm..." Akko sputtered the words with no strength, her whole body now numb and weak. She couldn't feel her legs at all as she sat there. Couldn't even draw her knees together to cover her watery cleft clearly displayed towards her mentor, who only then started to pick herself up from the seat on shaky legs.
Wordlessly, Chariot adjusted her clothes, face turned away slightly so that Akko couldn't read any emotions. She took a few steps towards the door, seeming to fight to maintain any proper balance and silently spoke in monotone without looking at the girl once she'd reached the exit, her hand paused on the knob.
"Akko...we have broom practice tomorrow. Please don't be late. And we'll-" The door creaked open as she stepped on through. "-talk about this."
The door closed with a sharp click, leaving Akko still sitting there totally stunned and trembling. That sound may as well have been a thunderclap straight to the brain, and without bothering to turn off the projector or clean herself up, she crawled under the covers of her bed with all the grace of a zombie and laid awake for the next three hours, uselessly trying to convince herself it had all been an insane dream.
What did I just do…?
She couldn't process it. It was simply too much. But the exhaustion of it all mercifully allowed the rest of the night to pass in troubled sleep, the lingering taste and aroma of that moment never truly leaving her thoughts.
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Chariot walked weakly towards her bed after having dousing herself with an ice-cold shower in the bathroom of her quarters. She'd slipped into another track suit and had left the one she'd been wearing before draped on a chair next to her bed.
Very little was functioning mentally in that moment, her body simply moving on its own through the robotic motions.
She couldn't understand the maelstrom of feelings ripping like a storm through her rattled psyche. Was she upset? Uncomfortable? Overjoyed? A fleeting emotion of nervous shock passed, blazing into sudden...excitement? Why?
Akko had just...she'd…!
Chariot almost toppled to the floor when a dizzying spell of nervousness rammed into her, only stopping short of driving her totally unconscious when she noticed the wettened patch of fluids on her discarded pants.
The rise of her heartbeat thrummed loud in her ears, as did her quickening gasping breaths that did little to provide any air.
Nothing in Chariot's mind managed to protest before she'd traced her slender fingers across the still-sopping patch of Akko's essence, then bringing her hand up close to her burning face.
A few droplets clung to the tips, somehow glittering in the dim light. Then with an abrupt, moaning cry she closed her mouth tenderly over the dew, drawing and suckling that taste as thoroughly as her devouring tongue could.
Chariot staggered over her bed then, overwhelmed in swirling, contradicting catharsis, and the rest of her wracked consciousness faded away before the woman's aching head had even hit the pillow.
There was the briefest passing of a dream. Akko awaited her on a grassy field on a bright morning with a coy grin gracing the girl's adorable, inviting face. Gem-red eyes locked to Chariot's, half-closed in a teasing glimmer that morphed the older Witch's knees to rubber. The girl's ever-shortening skirt fluttered about in the wind, fabric dancing against long sleek thighs and perfect cream skin. Chariot stared, baffled that she'd never noticed how alluring that sight was.
How scandalous and inviting that space of bare skin looked. How much she wished to covetously trace her starved tongue to that quivering flesh, upwards from Akko's knees...higher...slower…until-
"You're mine, Chariot."
"Yes. Whatever you want me to do...I will. I promise I will..."
Akko giggled, striking a cute pose with her hands clamped behind her, ever so subtly leaning the rest of her body towards Chariot's pining will.
"Then teach me, please~"
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I'm happy to write more if you guys want. Just let me know. I can add other pairings too, so this doesn't have to be about a specific couple. The stranger the pairing the better, though as my name suggests, I would prefer to write Yuri. I didn't graduate from the Yuri Academy of Baltimore with a Masters for nothing.