As the Wind Turns
(or The Many Lovers of Sakura Mikan)

Chapter 5:
Akira Tonōchi

Tono thought he was a fairly good person. Yes, he's a ladies' man, and yes, he hits on everything human and female, and yes, he doesn't particularly care if that particular female human is 'committed' to a male human. But he's a fairly good person, and a downright awesome friend to those he cares about.

...so what's he doing half-naked in Tsubasa-kun's bed, biting and pinching and squeezing at Mikan-chan's breasts?

To be clear, they are very lovely breasts—one of the best pair he's ever seen in his young life. They're perky and soft and so utterly squeezable that his mouth actually watered when he first saw them in an intimate, up-close and personal point of view. Mikan-chan's twin, nicely-sized titties are delightfully scrumptious and would tempt any man (or woman) into copping a feel, even if only for just one happy moment.

Did he mention they taste like apples? Tono has to know what concoction she spreads on this lovely skin of hers—he can keep it with him at all times and simply lather it on whomever he next fell into bed with. Mmm-mm!

Still, she's his friend, and more importantly, he's a full eight years older than her. Sure, he flirted with her before, but he'd been eighteen, and that was kids' stuff. A small minority of his bed-partners had been four years younger than he at the very most, and the majority of them had stayed within his own age group, so what's he doing groping and rubbing and quivering under the promise of a fantastic climax with a little girl like her?

She's not so little anymore though, is she? a devilish voice asks him quietly as Mikan-chan gripped his hair tightly and plundered his mouth with her hot little tongue, forcing the taste of Howalons onto his taste buds. Yum.

No, Tono agrees. She's not so little anymore, at all. The proof is in his hands, being kneaded and massaged so skill-fully that Mikan-chan's making mewling sounds in the back of her throat, the vibrations travelling into him through their lascivious kiss. Tono wondered when Mikan-chan grew up to be such a little wildcat in bed, and where his attention had mistakenly been focused on while she did said growing up. Taking his eye off of her had been a big mistake. Tono would have loved teaching her all the pleasures the flesh could feel. He had a feeling she'd be a fantastic student in the art of sex.

"Oh, Mikan-chan," he sighs when she rolled her hips against his eagerly. "Patience."

"Oh, Tono-senpai," she breathes almost mockingly against his lips. "Fuck patience."

What an absolutely wonderful idea.

"Okay," he agrees easily. "When you find Patience, let me know. I'll come right away. Promise."

Mikan-chan tugs at his hair and glares down at him even as she pressed down hard on his groin, and Kami-fucking-sama, that is such a hot look on her. "I think you better put that sassy mouth to better use, Tono-senpai."

Tono smiles, feeling ridiculously proud of her. "Hai, Mikan-chan," he complies. "Where do you want me?"

He's amused when she flounders slightly. "I, ah," she stuttered, but it doesn't detract from her hotness at all. If anything, it adds an appealing naïve aura to her goddess-like appearance.

Tono helps her out, proclaims "I think these beauties need more attention," and palms both breasts again. Mikan-chan offers them to him willingly, and he bends down to suck at a patch of delicious skin above her nipple. "Your titties are awesome. Can I take them home?"

"No," she pants, fisting her fingers into his long hair. "They're mine."

"Aw," he pouts, biting down on a nipple in retribution for her selfishness. Mikan-chan squeals and tosses her head back, pulling him closer and writhing on his lap in response, and Tono smiles in amusement. "Damn, Mikan-chan. When the hell did you get so sexy?"

"What are you talking about?" she asks, shaking her shoulders and making her breasts jiggle merrily. "These puppies have always been this awesome."

A full belly laugh escapes him. "You're worse than I am!" he declares, trailing his hands down the curve of her waist to grip her hips. "Can I take off—?"

"Hai," she answers quickly. "Take it off. All of it."

Tono leans down to suck harshly at her navel, and her hips rise at the gesture. Tono pulls her skirt and panties off in one smooth move, stuffing the scrap of white cotton safely into the pocket of his pants so that he doesn't forget them when he leaves. "All bare," he observes, eyeing her clean skin. "I'm a little surprised."

"I'm not surprised you're still talking," she sighs exasperatedly.

He shrugs and flicks a finger at her swollen clit. "It's how I roll."

Mikan-chan has no response for him, too busy arching her back and reaching for his hand to make him pet her kitty. It's pretty and wet. It's pretty wet. A pretty wet kitty. Tono snickers at his shallow joke and begins to rub at her slit.

"To— Tono-senpai!" Mikan-chan breathes, her hips rolling to follow his movements. "Oh, please. Please, stop teasing."

"Can't help it, Mikan-chan," he replies, taking in the fucking erotic sight of Sakura Mikan trying to get his finger inside her. "I like seeing you like this. It's sexy fun."

The grip she had on his hand tightens, and her brown eyes are icy with frustration. "Dammit, Tono! Fuck me right now or I'll leave," she threatens, and for some reason, Tono believes her.

"Okay, okay! Geez," he huffs, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants. "You know, you're really pushy when you're horny." Mikan-chan scowls at him and doesn't wait until he removed his pants entirely. She pulls him over her and wraps her legs around his waist, glaring until he gets the hint and begins sliding into her. "Oh, wow."

Oh, wow.

Shit, he should have been doing this hours ago. What the hell was he thinking chatting her up when he first arrived? He should've jumped her as soon as he set eyes on those gorgeous legs. Hell, he would've jumped her if he hadn't let his eyes move all the way to her face and recognized her big brown eyes.

"Tono-senpai," Mikan-chan sighs, raising her hips in welcome. "Oh, yes."

She's so warm and wet and tight and shit, Tono isn't going to last long inside her. Mikan-chan had somehow demolished his expert control, demoting him to masturbating-teenager status in the spectrum of sexual experience.

Nullification Alice Tono's ass. Sex was Sakura Mikan's real Alice.

"Fucking move already," she pants, and Tono can't obey, because if he moves, it'll be all over for him. "Tono," she says through gritted teeth. "Sometime today would be nice. It would be fuck-awesome, actually."

It would be fuck-awesome. That's the problem.

"Mikan-chan," he whimpers (whimpers! No pun fucking intended, but Kami-sama, what is the world coming to?), "I'm too close."

Mikan-chan pauses. "Oh," she whispers, understanding lighting her eyes. Then she bucks against him, making him slip in and out just a bit and he's crying out in surprise as fuck-awesome bliss washes over him. "Fuck me, Tono-senpai," Mikan-chan murmurs, and he obeys mindlessly, jerking his hips over and over as he rides his pleasure out and into her.

"Mikan-chan, shit," he sighs when she came around him easily, making the world a better place as he spills the last of his spunk into her while she milks him like he's a fucking-gorgeous cow, and he swears to himself to never fucking do this again even if Sakura Mikan is the hottest sex goddess he's ever fucked. "Shit, we're never doing this again, you hear?"

"You sure?" she asks breathlessly, her orgasm tapering off slowly. "I kind of enjoyed myself."

"Kind of?" Tono echoes, a little insulted. Mikan-chan shrugs and shoots him a sassy smirk, and he channels as much ire possible into his index finger before pointing it at her. "You're ridiculous."

Her eyebrows rise in response. "I'm ridiculous?" she repeats.

"Hai." Tono nods firmly, now completely convinced that Mikan-chan is an experience he should only have once in this lifetime. "I'm a veritable sex god, and you made me come in less than a minute."

"And that makes me ridiculous?" Mikan-chan deadpans.

It earns her another firm nod. "Hai."

She's silent as she eyes him with a frown. "You're insane," she concludes, and Tono lets his jaw drop in abject indignation. "Get off of me."

Tono hadn't even realized he's still trapped inside her, too comfortable with the banter they had going on. Shit, he is definitely never going to tap Mikan-chan's plump ass ever again.

Blinking, he suddenly finds himself in a chaste lip-lock with his brown-eyed friend. "Arigatō, Tono-senpai," she murmurs. "I needed that today." He stares at her blankly until he remembers—

"Oh, Mikan-chan," he sighs, hugging her tightly.

Her voice is wobbly with tears when she adds, "Tsubasa-sama isn't here, so I thought I'd be alone today." Guilt stabs sharply through him, because he hadn't even remembered what today was until she reminded him. "Arigatō."

"Anytime, Mikan-chan," he tells her honestly. "You call, I come."

"You're so cheesy," she counters with a small laugh, and he pulls away to smile down at her.

"Nah, I'm just that easy." He brushes her tears away, earning a thankful smile from her before she pulls his pants up and fixes it for him, then straightens his shirt and his hair. In almost no time at all, Mikan-chan is ushering him out the door, wrapped only in Tsubasa's blankets.

"Take care, Tono-senpai," she says as he wonders just how she'd wrangled him into leaving already. "I'll tell Tsubasa-sama that you dropped by."

There's a look in her eye that tells him she wants to be alone now, so he doesn't fight her on it. But even so, it doesn't feel right to leave her alone.

Not today.

"Mikan-chan?"

She turns back to him, hand ready to push the door shut. "What is it, Tono-senpai?" she asks when he stays silent for a few seconds. Tono shakes his head and smiles as genuinely as he can.

"Happy birthday."

Author's Note

At pwenie's request! Hope you liked it dear!
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