YOURS (Futanari) Chapter 7: You'll never know, a k-on!/けいおん！ fanfic

YOURS

(as inspired by "I'm Yours" by The Script)

TRIGGER WARNING

This story contains sexual content or nudity.

"You'll never know."

January, 2015.

The ravenette locked the door behind her as soon as her childhood friend left her house. She went upstairs to take a quick bath and she then changed into her winter clothes. The freezing weather made her shudder every now and then. She dried her hair with a blow-dryer and, with some combing, she was finally done with her usual routine. She took a look at his house. His room was opposite to hers. She closed the curtain before she picked up her phone. She sent a text to the brunette.

M : You're sleeping? Baka! Baka!

R : I'm still outside, Mio.

M : You didn't forget your phone?

R : We're still in the car.

M : But it's already been an hour.

... Where are you going tonight?

R : I don't know. They kidnap me.

M : Ask Kei to drop you.

R : You know he won't.

M : Ugh. I hate all of your friends.

... They're creepy. Is Aoi there?

She did not receive any reply from him. She was worried for him. He always got caught up with the wrong crowds. She usually ignored it because he always came back whole, however, his lifelong friendship with Aoi did give her mixed feelings. She furiously shook her head at the thought of the blonde. She did not tell anybody about the incidents that took place between them. She still had a hard time processing them, even now, but she still made sure to protect the brunette. She came up with various excuses to spend time with him although they ended up doing nothing at all most of those times. He did his thing. She did hers.

R : Um. You miss him?

M : Baka. Did you tell your mom?

R : Yes. I told her, Mio.

... [ I'm having dinner at Mio's! ]

M : For hours? Get real.

R : I'll think of something. (╥﹏╥)

... [ We also have a sleepover! ]

M : We're not kids anymore. (-_-)

R : I just texted her, Mio.

She dropped her phone onto her bed and she then lied down next to it. She stared at the empty ceiling. Baka. She reached out for her pillow. She screamed into it at the same time she started beating it up. She threw it across the room by the end of her breakdown. She turned over in her bed until she landed on its edge. She stared at the creases in her bedsheet. She absentmindedly ran her hand over them. He caused them. Her heart beat faster when her mind revisited the memories of their kisses from earlier. He was somehow good at kissing despite his sheer ignorance. She took a deep breath before she picked up her phone.

M : It's too weird. Just delete it!

R : You're the one thinking that.

M : I'm not. It. Is. WEIRD.

R : It's not. You know my mom.

... She'll think you'll doll me up.

M : Humph. Baka! ₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎

... My mom's calling me.

R : I'll call you later, then.

M : You're forgetting something.

R : I'll treat you to an ice cream.

M : Make it two. ₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎

R : Yeah, sure, whatever.

M : You better not forget, baka.

R : Alright, alright, my princess.

She rolled her eyes at his last word. This is Ritsu. He was not being sweet to her. He was simply making fun of her. Her mothers addressed her by that word ever since they found out that they were pregnant with her. It used to make her feel special, however, it lost its charms after thirteen years. It always made her nervous whenever they went outside these days. She was not a child anymore. Her mothers somehow thought otherwise. They still babied her. Don't stay out too late. She texted him for the last time. She put down her phone and she went downstairs.

Sora ran his fingers through his hair as he climbed into the bathtub. His wife followed him. She settled down on his lap with her back pressing against his front. Their daughter was watching the television downstairs the last time they saw her. He unconsciously heaved a wistful sigh as soon as he remembered that she forgot about him. He pulled his wife closer towards him as he showered her shoulder with feathery kisses. He rubbed his member against her folds. He buried himself into her and he then moved on to her other shoulder. She grabbed on to the bathtub rim. She eagerly gyrated her hips every now and then to accommodate his steady thrusts. Their every move created ripples in the water, making it overflow, and their heavy moans soon echoed within the bathroom. He kept up his pace until he came inside her.

"He's here and I don't exist anymore."

"What are you babbling about?"

"It's that kid. Again. He was upstairs."

"You know she likes him, right?"

"Never leave them alone. Ever."

"It's not like they're doing bad things."

"You'll never know. He's a fishy one."

"Who? Ricchan? You're kidding."

"I do this for years. I trust my hunch."

"You're just being overdramatic."

"Hey, I'm just looking after her, Yoko!"

"You did not just raise your voice at me, Sora Akiyama," she warned her wife. She naturally grabbed his member and she then squeezed it hard. He cried out but she ignored him. She kept at it for some time. He quickly felt up his swollen member by the time she was done with the seemingly endless torture. His wife shrugged her shoulders at him as she climbed off the bathtub. She headed towards the shower. "What are you doing?" he asked her. He took in her naked figure after he managed to regulate his breathing. He was somehow still hard despite everything she put him through. She stroked the showerhead.

"I'll settle for this guy."

"It's not funny. Get back here."

"You killed the mood."

"You chose that kid over me?"

"You're still killing it."

He vented out his frustration by hitting the water around him. It did not go unnoticed by his wife. She held back her laughter at the sounds of him splashing around behind her. She could imagine him pouting at her lack of interest in granting him a second round. "How immature," she mocked him. He looked away from his wife as he submerged himself deeper into the water. His wife would never understand his line of thoughts, in fact, he was the one keeping her in the dark. He still could not get over the fact that his oldest daughter had crossed the line with that brunette. He was taking the trash out when he saw the discarded underwear. The red stains. The white blemishes. They could only mean one thing and his conclusion ultimately broke his heart.

To Be Continued

Author's Notes

I'll continue this story on the Wattpad, that is, if

you want more from me. Thank you for reading!