Disclaimer: Skip Beat! is owned and created by Yoshiki Nakamura and I claim no ownership to anything except the story I've created with her characters.
This is M for mature content because it is YURI SMUT (with a little bit extra).
I wrote this at someone's request. Obviously this is lightyears away from canon and is purely for fun. I welcome all comments, questions, and reviews.
"Keep stirring!" Kyoko commanded with a bright smile, vigorously swirling her metal spoon.
The black apron she'd borrowed from her workplace was tied tightly at her waist, showing off her slim figure. It seemed like she was enjoying the task and her shining enthusiasm made her all the more attractive to my eyes. I usually found people too bothersome, but Kyoko Mogami had this allure. She was adorable and incredibly talented and I hated that some guy had made her feel the opposite. I intended to remedy that–and more, if she'd let me.
I'd asked her over under the guise of helping me make homemade chocolate. It wasn't a lie–I really had no idea how to do it–but it wasn't entirely the truth either. An online video could've told me all I needed to know. I didn't need her here so much as I'd wanted her to come.
"Okay," I said nodding and redoubled my efforts despite the beginnings of an arm cramp. "When do I add the cream?"
Two of her fingers disappeared behind the steaming wall of steel resting on the back burner before plunging between her lips. "Mm," she said, eyes closing for a moment in approval. "We can add it now."
A smidgen of the heavy cream remained at the corner of her mouth and I found myself suddenly wishing I could trade places with the fluffy white stuff. I was pretty sure I was more in danger of burning than the melting chocolate.
Still stirring, I leaned forward and saw her eyes flick briefly to my chest, to the twin peaks peering out from the hanging fabric. "Here." I said, tracing her lower lip, running my finger lightly against her silky rosen flesh. A shiver coursed through her slim body at my touch and I wiped off the cream with my thumb. She was frozen under the spotlight of my gaze like a girl with stage fright, her golden eyes wide and staring, cheeks nearly matching the beautiful shade of her lips. I loved that she was wearing the makeup I'd gifted her for her birthday–it carried a light, sweet floral scent of cherry blossoms.
I brought my thumb to my mouth and sucked loudly, watching her snap back to reality and swallow hard. "Th-thanks Moko. I didn't realize I had anything on my f-face," she stammered. Her innocence was adorable. Not that I'd done all that much of anything either, but I had some experience and was at least well read on subject matters where experience was lacking.
"My pleasure," I said and smiled. Its warmth appeared to have dazed her a little or perhaps it was an after effect from the touch before, but she couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from my face, my lips. "The cream?"
She startled a little and cried, "Oh, y-yes! I'll pour half into each of ours." I'd watched her cook before, seen her talent with knives, admired her confidence and skill in the kitchen. I could tell she was flustered because her movements were a little clumsy so I backed off, asking her to cover both our bowls while I rifled through the cupboard to find the plastic wrap, feeling her gaze on my back.
When I swiveled my head around, tucking a stray lock of my dark hair behind my left ear, she was looking away again. "Is plastic wrap okay for putting it in the fridge to cool?"
"Yes, that will work great!"
"Good, because that's all I have," I grumbled. She laughed as I set the wrap on the only empty counter space left.
She removed our confections from the heat. Mine was going straight into a square pan since the plan to simply wrap neatly cut pieces up for Hio since I owed him, big time, for the help with that idiot the other day. Hio's acting was truly impressive and I figured this was an opportunity to express my admiration as well. Kyoko's chocolate required a bit more work since she was making truffles for the people she appreciated. I was pleased that I was the first name she rattled off. Even more pleased when she left out the person I viewed as possible competition– Ren Tsuruga. Although, in truth, I wouldn't mind sharing.
I grabbed a spatula, smoothing out the chocolate before licking the utensil with my tongue, deliberately leaving a drop on my lower lip. Kyoko had just started rolling her chocolate into small round balls when she looked up and noticed I was wearing leftovers.
"Um, Moko," she reached a hand out, hesitating a half a second before brushing the melted sweetness of my face with her finger.
She headed towards the sink and I cut her off, nodding at her hand. "Why don't you give it a taste? It's delicious."
Kyoko obligingly brought the finger to her parted lips. Forgetting all worries about indirect kisses, she closed her eyes and gave a low moan of delight, losing herself to the taste. I couldn't help but wonder what other noises she might make.
"You're right, it's perfect," she said.
"It sure is," I said. I wasn't referring to the chocolate.
She smiled at me and took another ball and dipped it in the powdered sugar. Her deft fingers were so fast, so fine in their work that the bowl was already running low. It gave me the perfect idea.
"I'll be right back."
"Mmk," she replied, neither looking up nor slowing her movements.
I returned with a small collapsible step ladder. "Excuse me Kyoko," I said, placing a hand on her hip and stepping around her. She leaned into my touch as I brought the little step stool into our work area. Climbing the steps to reach the powdered sugar shelved up high, I gauged the distance–Kyoko was in the perfect spot. I snatched the sugar bag, theatrically gasping as I intentionally fumbled it, letting it fall so that it burst open at Kyoko's waist as it collided with the counter.
A powdery cloud enveloped her and she shrieked as it nearly dusted her in white from head to toe. It had only gotten my lower left side, but it had worked better than I anticipated, clinging to clothes and skin even more thanks to the light sweat we'd worked up cooking in the warm kitchen.
Her wide gaze roamed down the snowy profile of her body then cast over to my mine, traveling upwards to my clean face. We stared at each other for a heartbeat until I broke the silence.
"You make a cute ghost," I said grinning, biting my lip to contain the giggle rising in my throat. She was completely frazzled and had this lost look in her eyes that was so at odds with her normal confident kitchen look that I couldn't help but tease her a little.
Her aureate eyes narrowed and she thrust a hand into the sugar bowl, flinging powder at my face twice before I could even think to dodge. I wiped at my eyes and when I could see again Kyoko was wearing a very satisfied smirk. "Now we match."
"Oh, now you've done it!" Smiling wickedly, I lunged for the spatula, scraped the bottom of one of our bowls, and catapulted miniature nougats at her as fast as I could.
"Ahh, Moko!" she cried, covering her head and running towards me. I'd forgotten how fast the girl could move–like a demon was chasing her– and she was on me in a flash, trying to wrestle the spatula from my grip. She smelled so good, so sweet. Good enough to eat.
I was so focused on the warmth of her skin, the scent of her body, the wild excitement in her eyes that I stumbled and brought down on top of me so that we were nearly face to face, her nipples kissing mine through layers of fabric. I couldn't help wondering what size they were, what color they might be. How they'd actually feel skin to skin. How soft and supple they would feel under my fingers. In my mouth.
"You really are so cute Kyoko." My words caused her to flush, a crimson sheen visible through the billowy white. When I added, "Sexy even," she looked away shyly and mumbled what sounded like a thank you. I knew that was something she was working hard to improve–her ability to take a compliment–and I hid my grin.
With her face still turned to the side, I took the opportunity to lick off the splotch of chocolate hugging her cheek and felt her still beneath me. She slowly turned her blazing face back until her wide eyes were looking directly into my undoubtedly lust filled ones.
"I couldn't let it go to waste."
That same expression from earlier shone on her face, only I could tell there was some other emotion mixed in. I was hoping for arousal.
"Um, yeah." She nibbled her lip and looked around, I suspected to avoid looking at me any longer. "We should probably clean up now, right?"
I followed her gaze. It looked like a tornado had swept up a confectionery shop and deposited its remains in the middle of my kitchen. But as bad as the room looked, we looked far worse–or better depending on your point of view. I bet there was more than one guy who'd love to see Kyoko looking like this.
"I think we'd better get cleaned up first," I said with a wink.
Kyoko quickly rolled off me, leaving a puffy cloud behind as she stood. She reached down a hand and drew me up beside her. I untied the apron at the back and gently lifted the strap over her head, tossing the messy accessory on the edge of the counter and quickly wrapped up the chocolate, shoving it into the fridge.
"Come on," I said, grabbing her hand. Her skin was shockingly hot to the touch and I doubted the warm kitchen was the sole cause.
I led her into the bathroom. It didn't have a tub, but rather a large tiled shower with a bench seat and one of those wonderful dual rainfall showerheads. A relaxing shower was more of a necessity than a luxury in my mind, one I had refused to skimp on.
As I waited for the water to heat up, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop to the floor. My pants quickly followed suit and I was left wearing my Wing black floral lace bra and panty set–the best I owned. Kyoko had seen me change before in the LME breakroom, but this was different, not just stolen glances at work. Intimate.
I turned around to face her and was surprised to see her staring, transfixed. While she watched, I unclasped my bra and shimmied out of the panties. Her bright eyes followed the garments as they joined their piled friends on the floor and she sucked in a sharp breath when she saw the wet crotch of my panties. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something but gulped instead, shutting it without a word as she stared at my nude body.
"It's okay," I soothed, gently rubbing her arm. "We're both girls," I continued with a shrug, "and the shower has plenty of room and the hot water in my apartment will only last for so long. It's best if we just share it. It's really no different than going to a public bath."
Kyoko nodded mutely.
"Would you like me to help you?" I asked, though I didn't think she'd say yes. Not yet.
"N-no, I can do it, thanks." She slipped her shirt and pants off, revealing toned legs and a simpler ensemble than the one I'd discarded. The white cotton undergarments may have been on the plain side– no lace and only one little pink bow adorning each–but, I swear I'd never seen anything sexier.
At least that was my thought until her shed bra and panties lay in a heap on the floor. Then I had the answers to all my questions. Her breasts were about a size smaller than my B cups, the areolas slightly darker–more of a lighter brown compared to my own tan–and larger on the face of her beautiful perky mounds. They matched her petite slender figure perfectly. The sight of her nude body stole my breath away. Caused heat to bloom low in my belly.
Her entire face was red, even the tips of her little ears and she was worrying at her lip again, looking like she might bolt at any moment. It took some effort to tear my eyes away from her, but I pretended to check the water temperature to give her a reprieve.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that she kept the black hair down there trimmed and shaped neatly, a topiary instead of an overgrown bush. Maybe Kyoko wasn't as clueless as I'd previously thought. Then again, I knew many girls kept it neat for hygienic purposes.
"It's ready now." So was I for that matter. My upper thighs were already slick with my juices and I hadn't even touched her yet. In fact, I was praying to any and every thing in hopes that she'd let me touch her, although I was betting that if I shook a Magic 8 Ball right now it would say: All signs point to yes.
I stepped onto the tiles, under the upper shower head and sighed in pleasure, motioning for Kyoko to join me. She was the perfect height for the lower nozzle and gave a little blissful sigh of her own when the warm spray hit her beautiful pale skin.
I poured a generous amount of shampoo into my palm, feeling the weight of her eyes on my body. "Here," I said and she held out her hand.
We began lathering up our hair, watching each other through sidelong glances, both pretending we weren't feeling our close proximity. That we weren't watching the way the water beaded on our skin, falling in rivulets over our breasts and lower.
I grabbed the body wash–I always bought the kind they sold to men because I preferred earthy smells like sandalwood to the floral scents they always put in women's– then passed it to her and soaped up my breasts, my back, between my legs, gasping as my fingers brushed the sensitive nub of my clit. She must have heard me, close as we were, but she stayed silent, turning instead to wash her back.
There was a sticky patch of white in the center. I didn't know how any sugar had managed to get caked on there, but I thanked the gods for it.
"There's a spot you can't quite reach. Should I get it for you?," I offered.
She looked back shyly over her shoulder. "Oh, um, yes please Moko."
"Okay," I said, squeezing more body wash into my hands.
I couldn't keep my hands from shaking as I drew them up the graceful lines of her back. Kyoko was warm and smooth, just as I'd imagined she would be. She was slender, but strong and I could feel the firmness of muscle under the softness of her skin. By now she was completely clean, we both were, traces of the "accident" and food fight long gone, but I didn't want to stop touching her, didn't think I could pry my hands away. From the way she leaned back into my hands, the little noises she made with each caress, I was certain she didn't want me to stop either.
Just as I decided to boldly go where no man–or woman–had gone before, she abruptly spun to face me. The hands that were on her back now rested just below her perky bare breasts. Then Kyoko shocked me by pulling me flush against her. Her soapy hard nipples rubbed at me, urging for more contact as she pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
It felt like everything stopped. The earth. The planets. The universe. Time. Everything. I was surrounded by water but it was in her kiss that I drowned. In her kiss I was lost. In her kiss I was found.
Until she stepped away.
"I'm sorry Moko," she looked up into my face, panting, still a little breathless from our kiss. She looked distressed and that simply wouldn't do. "I don't know what came over me. I–"
I didn't let her finish. I claimed her, gliding my tongue over her lips until they parted, granting me entrance to her sweet mouth. Kyoko wasn't used to this, I could tell, but she sure caught on quick. She kissed me back eagerly, her tongue greedily entwining with mine. I couldn't get enough of her, of the press of her hot wet body, of her taste. Desire had me feeling drunk. I lifted her by her tight round ass, guiding her legs around my waist as I pirouetted us to the bench seat, mouth never breaking contact with hers. It was so steamy in the shower now that it was almost like a sauna. I knew the hot water wouldn't last much longer and there was so much I still wanted to do.
I sat down on the seat, hands fondling her ass, the lean thighs resting on my lap. I broke away, trailing soft kisses down her neck, her chest, until I reached one of her perfect little peaks. I took her breast into my mouth, circling around the bud at the center with my tongue. She moaned and arched back so violently I had to steady her so she wouldn't fall off. Once secured, I guided her hands to my chest, showing her how to cup and palm my breasts, how to make my body sing, my moans muffled by the soft swell of her breasts.
She kept a hand on one breast and trailed the other lower, tracing the smooth flat plain of my stomach down to my legs. Each place she touched came to life. My nipples hardened, my stomach fluttered, my thighs quivered. When her hand moved to the slippery cleft between my legs, I nearly came undone. If she'd had any more experience, I would've cum right then, right on her hand, but as it was she teased my smooth folds, brushing my clit as she explored, making my pussy throb.
She began nibbling hard on my neck, the sensation just shy of painful and I added how to make a proper hickey to my list of things to teach her.
"You're so smooth down here," Kyoko said huskily into my neck, still rubbing my center. I was trying my best not to squirm.
I skipped my mouth higher and planted a chaste kiss on her supple lips. "I could shave you if you'd like." If I did, I knew what I was going to want to do next.
Her legs tensed in my lap. "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head and smiled. "Not at all. Here, trade places with me and I'll grab my razor and shaving cream."
"O-okay," she said and slid off my lap.
I began spreading a generous amount of cream all over and she gasped at the contact. I couldn't wait to see how she'd react when she was bare. She didn't say a word, just made little noises here and there. A few minutes later and her skin there was as silky as my own.
Knowing exactly how sensitive the skin was after the first shave, I gave her a very naughty smile and blew on her pussy.
She squeaked, "Moko!" and jumped up, placing her dripping cunt right in my face. It was as beautiful as the rest of her, of course, and I could scarcely wait to lick between her satin folds.
I shut down the water– it was beginning to turn lukewarm. "Come on," I growled. I hastily toweled off and did the same for Kyoko. She let me lead her to the futon in my bedroom.
"Lay on your back." I gently pushed her towards the head of the mattress. She laid back and stared at me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. I cat-crawled towards her, breasts swaying with the movement and she gulped again.
"M-moko, w-what are you doing–Ah!" she cried as I set my mouth on her entrance. Good gods, she tasted heavenly. She writhed under my tongue as I ran circles around her clit.
"Hold still," I ordered.
"I-I can't!" she said in a strangled voice.
I pressed her back to the ground, holding her tightly, flicking and sucking the little nubbin of nerves. She fought me, thrashing wildly, but I didn't relent. I was going to rock her fucking world. I lapped up her luscious pussy juices and slipped a finger inside her. She bucked, making a low noise in her throat and when I felt her tighten around my finger, I added another, thrusting in and out in time with my lashing tongue.
"Moko!" her cry was almost a scream. "S-something's h-happening!"
Fuck yes! it was. Kyoko clawed at the sheets, arching way off the bed, ass hanging in the air. I stayed with her and picked up my pace, twirling my tongue in tighter circles, feeling her clamp down as I plunged into her depths. Her pussy was getting warmer and wetter with every move I made. Another flick of my tongue and her mouth flew wide in a silent scream as she climaxed, hard, all over my face, pussy contracting in a hundred little spasms around my fingers until she collapsed onto the mattress, boneless.
I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring the last of her juices as I stood and went to the side table.
"There's one more thing I think you should try," I said, removing an item from the drawer.
Kyoko's eyes went round like a chataku.
–––––––––
Ren Tsuruga had gone about his day as normal–filming scenes for Dark Moon and wondering how Kyoko was doing with Miss Kotonami in making Valentine's Day chocolates. Yukihito had been going over his schedule for the rest of the week when he heard his phone chime. It was the sound of an incoming email.
He took out his phone, brow furrowing as he stared at the strange subject line.
Kyoko has a message for you. NSFW
Yukihito sidled up beside him, leaning around to look at the reason his charge wore such a strange expression. Ren shifted away and Yukihito took the hint, giving him some privacy.
Ren was unfamiliar with the acronym so he Googled it.
"What?" he said aloud, confusion mounting. What the hell does that even mean?
He turned to his manager. "Have you heard of this before?" he asked, flashing the letters at him.
Yukihito pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Ah, yes. It means there's something in the content that is inappropriate for the workplace."
"That's what I gathered," Ren said dryly, "but with Kyoko? She sent me something with inappropriate content?" He shook his head in disbelief.
Yukihito could only shrug. Just then Ren was called back on set and thought of the mysterious email no further–until he was alone in his apartment, freshly showered from the long day.
He sat on his couch and opened the email. It simply requested that he watch the video file attachment. He clicked the file.
"Holy fuck," he breathed in English, turning instantly hard.
Kyoko Mogami was on her hands and knees, eyes half closed in ecstasy, ample ass in the air. And if that wasn't shocking enough, a huge pink and black dildo was being plunged in and out of her totally bare naked, sopping wet pussy. Her breasts jiggled, performing a tantalizing dance with each thrust. Ren's stomach lurched like gravity had shifted suddenly. In fact, the world must have turned upside down. It was the only explanation.
His cock didn't care about anything like that though–it twitched in his pants, mimicking the movement onscreen as his hand moved to cover his mouth in shock.
The hand holding the rod was a feminine one and he jolted in his seat when he heard the voice.
"Whose cock do you wish this was? Be honest," said Kanae Kotonami from off camera.
Kyoko's breath came out in panting moans. "Tsu-Tsuruga Senpai's," she confessed.
"You're fantasizing about the man's big dick, I think you're allowed to say his name. Now try again," she ordered, sheathing the cock extra deep.
"R-Ren's," she managed to get out. It sounded like a plea and Ren felt a little pre-cum eke out of his thick head.
"Good girl. Now where do you want him to shove that big dick of his?"
"Down there!" she cried.
"Where? What's it called Kyoko?"
"I want him to fuck my pussy!," she screamed and arched violently, toes curling as her body shuddered against the dildo. He saw her fall to the mattress, utterly spent.
The screen went black and scrolling words came on:
Next time, join us. She clearly wants you to.
BTW, I won again–I had her first.
Ren Tsuruga stayed frozen staring at the blank screen. It was some time before he became aware of anything else around him, but when did, his first order of business was to change his pants. His next move, unsurprisingly, was to figure when there was going to be a next time.
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