The Second Punishment (continued): Fan Fiction for Dengeki Daisy- All characters and such belong to the talented mangaka Motomi Kyousuke. I merely borrowed them to make some silly fantasizes come true. :P
Teru could feel where Kurosaki's hand was pressing harder against the sofa backing. He was leaning in closer towards her. His lips continued to leave searing impressions up the inside of her arm, her whole limb now on fire from the sensations.
Oh god, what's he going to do? You've really asked for it now, Teru...
A long moment passed as the 17 year old tried to register all the feelings that the man in front of her was creating. Both bodily sensations, along with emotions. Kurosaki was always taking little moments to tease her these days, but this time was definitely new to her. He'd never touched her mouth with anything other than his thumb or his own lips. What he'd been doing felt very mature, very adult, and not something she had prepared her heart for. It was currently sprinting double-time, threatening to leave her behind if she didn't catch her breath. The girl took in a deep gulp of air as she watched in rapt fascination while the blonde continued his exploration of the underside of her arm.
He suddenly stopped, glanced up at her, and set her arm down. The man reached up towards the shrug that Teru was wearing and slipped his thumbs underneath the edges of the fabric. "I don't think you need this right now..." The blonde slipped the shrug off of the girl's shoulders and pulled it gently down her arms until she was able to pull her hands out from the sleeves. He set the small garment aside. Teru felt a thrill as fresh air touched down on her bare arms and shoulders. She'd been wearing a dress with thin straps, covered up by the shrug. She'd not expected that it'd be taken away, and she couldn't help but feel more exposed. She could feel goosebumps start to form on her upper arms.
Keep breathing. That's it. It's fine. It's Kurosaki. I can do this. I can handle whatever he's got planned.
The brunette gasped suddenly in surprise as the young man's lips touched down on the edge of her collarbone. It wasn't the first time he'd kissed there, but it'd been awhile, and the sudden sensation sent a warm tingle down to other parts of her anatomy that she was shocked to feel responding. She could feel her breasts beginning to swell with the tingling, fabric pushing against sensitive skin.
Oh god. Like I need to draw anymore attention to the area he always says is too small for his tastes! Oh, I hope he doesn't notice. This is so embarrassing!
The girl let out a choked gasp as she felt teeth gently scrape against her clavicle, slowly moving towards the middle of her chest where the bone dipped down. There was a pause and she could tell from the way the man's head angled, that even in the dark, Kurosaki was checking up on her responses.
"Is everything okay, Teru? Do you want me to stop?"
Do I want him to stop? I want him to stop making my heart want to burst! Do I want him to stop? I don't want to stop feeling this way... God, I feel so torn!
"No, I'm good." The brunette managed to swallow hard, trying to have that statement sound as steady as possible. Kurosaki continued to hover just above her collarbone, his warm breaths pattering softly against her flesh.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stop? Think about what that could mean, Teru. I'm an adult, and I don't do so well myself after a given point. I've been waiting a long time for you to grow up."
The young man brushed another kiss against her skin, and then slowly worked his way up to the little dip at the outer edges just above her collarbone. He traced the dip lazily with his tongue and smiled to himself when he heard the girl's breath hitch again.
"If you tell me you want me to continue, I'm not sure where I'd stop next..."
Teru could hear conflict in the man's voice. On one hand, she could hear the usual sadistic side of him, relishing in her sweet torture. On the other hand, she could hear Daisy asking the usual protective questions.
He's always acting like he's so tortured when he does these things to me. Why does he do it?
"What are you thinking?" Kurosaki looked up at the girl, her silhouette angled so that he could tell she had been watching him closely in the darkness.
The 17 year old felt heat rush up to her cheeks again as he asked the question. "I, uh, was wondering why you always seem like you're in pain whenever you give me punishments. Why would you do something that seems to hurt you? If it's that awful, why do it?" The girl took in a strangled breath in attempt to settle her heart.
"Oh, you see, Teru, this is a good kind of 'pain' I put myself through." The girl could feel Kurosaki's warm hands on her shoulders as he slowly pushed her down against the seats of the sofa. She could feel the seats dip down as his knees bore weight on either side of her legs. She was stuck. He was straddling just above her and she had no where to go. Her heart sprinted into an even faster pace. The girl gasped as the man's lips brushed against the side of her neck, his tongue faintly flicking against the satiny skin. He could feel her pulse quicken as he nuzzled his nose against the small pocket just above her collarbone. Kurosaki took hold of one of Teru's hands and placed it against his chest. She could feel his own heart thrumming hard against her fingertips.
"This 'pain' isn't something I can live with forever. I go through it everyday because I care about you so much. I give you a hard time, sure, but if you knew half the things I think about after you've gone home, you'd most definitely will me to go bald." A small chuckle slipped past his lips at this statement.
Oh! What should I do? What should I do? He's never gone this far before...I don't even know where I would begin! This is the problem with being a fair maiden. I know so little about this whole thing; it's frustrating at times!
"Then why put yourself through it? After all, aren't I just a shorty with breasts that are too small for you and a navel that's always meant to be covered because otherwise, I'm indecent?"
The girl was surprised to hear a laugh near her left hear and an echo reverberating off the walls of the small apartment.
"Do you really want to know what I think, Teru? If I tell you, you can't will me to go bald for being honest."
Do I really wanna know? Is he finally going to answer the question I've been trying to ask all this time?
The girl swallowed hard, "Yes, tell me what you're thinking. I'm tired of guessing, Kurosaki."
You don't have to tell her everything. You can still keep it to yourself. You can still hold it in! She's still just a girl! She's still just growing up... Think of all those mantras you've been practicing!
The 25 year old continued to hover silently above the girl on the sofa. He could hear her breaths coming out in rapid succession. He could almost imagine her heartbeat pounding away inside her chest. He knew she was waiting for a response for why he had decided to proceed with the punishment, with why he had decided to push her down onto the sofa. He'd not done that before either; apparently it was a night for many "firsts."
She's grown up more though. She's gone through so much. She may not be out of high school, but she's been growing up fast ever since Sou died and left her by herself. I don't want to see her alone anymore. I don't want her to be alone...
"What am I thinking? Do you really wanna know? Okay. I want to always be where you are and kiss you so that any other kiss will be forgotten. I want to tell you how beautiful I think you are, how you grow more beautiful each and every day, despite the fact that I tell you that you're a shorty and your breasts are too small for my tastes. Those are lies. All of them. You're beautiful when you dress like you are today. You're beautiful in your silly school swimsuit. You're beautiful in your "slave" work uniform, raking leaves at school while I boss you around. You're beautiful when you're defending those you care about. You're always so beautiful, Teru..."
"Oh- so why would you always say..." Teru felt a finger touch down against her lips.
"I'm not quite finished yet. Please wait before I lose my nerve."
The girl nodded.
"What else am I thinking? I'm thinking my mantras haven't been good enough- I'm still imagining your nails dragging down my back as I work to fill you with ecstasy. I imagine all the things I want to teach you about- all the different ways I can slowly go about taking away your innocence. Moment by moment, until all you can think about is me and nothing else. Where you wake up every morning and I'm the first thing that comes to your mind as the fog clears. The only person you think about whenever you dream about kissing someone, the only..."
Now it was Kurosaki's turn to be surprised as he felt a finger touch down against his lips.
The girl's voice came out in nearly a whisper, "What makes you think I don't have those thoughts already? What makes you think I don't already have those dreams? What makes..."
She didn't have a chance to finish as she felt Kurosaki's mouth crash down onto hers with intensity. All his emotions were pouring into that desperate kiss. Her heart was pounding again in her ears, the thrumming of blood pulsing with each beat. She could feel pressure as the young man lowered himself just above her body, some weight pressing down onto her small frame, while he supported the rest on arms braced at either side of her shoulders. His tongue went back to tracing around her lips before gently prodding to separate them. She tentatively opened her mouth and felt heat flame up on her neck and cheeks as the blonde started to explore inside her mouth. She could feel his tongue flick back and forth, feel his hands as they found her shoulders and gripped them tightly, not enough to hurt, but enough that she was vibrantly aware the action.
"Move your tongue. Taste me, Teru. I want you to learn everything about me too..."
The girl slowly took control of herself and followed his lead, kissing lightly at the corner of his mouth when they finally pulled away from the deeper kiss.
She worked to catch her breath as Kurosaki nuzzled against her neck.
"Something's uncomfortable. You're digging into my leg, Kurosaki."
There was a pause, followed by a muffled, "Well, yeah- I kinda need to go take a cold shower now, I think." The young man pushed himself up and off the sofa. Teru shivered at the sudden absence of weight and the cooler shift in temperature. "Isn't that risky? Won't you catch cold? Why a cold shower?"
She could see Kurosaki's silhouette as he stopped in the middle of walking towards the bathroom.
"You should know why, Teru. You could feel it, couldn't you?"
The girl blinked in an effort to push away the darkness. It took a moment before it clicked. Kurosaki had also gotten flustered.
"Go bald, Kurosaki! You pervert! You hentai! How could you get that way around a fair maiden like myself!? That's just terrible! Go bald."
The 25 year old chuckled. "Already told you, you couldn't will me to go bald tonight. I was honest, and now you know."
The man crossed the room again and planted a chaste kiss on Teru's cheek. He whispered in her ear, "I look forward to many more punishments in the future, my dear Teru. Keep growing up. You're about to start studying for your college entrance exams. We'll get even closer in no time."
The bathroom clicked shut softly as the blonde exited for his shower. Teru grabbed her shrug and jammed her arms back into the sleeves.
Damn him, you will go bald, Kurosaki! You keep acting this way, it makes my heart so confused!
Even as she thought these words, she could feel her mouth curling into a small smile. That night would be a secret kept by the apartment walls and its shadows. And truthfully, she also looked forward to more experiences with Kurosaki. It was just a matter of surviving them...
A/N: Here is the rest of what I started in Chapter 2. I felt inspired. Thanks to everyone who has read so far, and enjoyed my sexy little story. I'm glad some people have gotten a kick out of it! When I first wrote the Chapter 1, I'd no plans to write more than a one-shot, but it's great to know I'm not the only one in love with these two characters. So yeah. Since I made the comment about Kurosaki "still imagining [Teru's] nails digging into [his] back," this chapter must have been made after the end of the story the mangaka created. In an extra chapter after the end of the story, Kurosaki is painting Teru's nails and he comments about how he looks forward to the moment she digs her nails into his back, so that was some inspiration for the time. I just didn't want to do any spoilers for anyone. So this would be after nail painting but before the "mature kiss" extra chapter. I wanted to write a little about that kind of kiss, since it's shown but only briefly mentioned. Anyways, that's all for now! Thanks again!