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Ooh~ la la! Never in my wildest (and wettest) dreams did I ever think this kink meme would yield such passionate results! With nearly five thousand comments in the initial post, I figured it was high time we bring the naked party over into a new post to leave the first open for request followup and... other forms of fulfillment
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____And the sky was blueee____
The wheather channel said it would rainy but the sky's blue today and finally she's alone. It's not as if she doesn't like people but there'S something about lying on the roof of the school without the buzzing of other students gossips and heartaches around that just makes her feel so... relaxed.
"See, no one's up here." says a voice suddenly and she can barely surpress a scream. The voice is undoubtly male and not too far from where she lies, half hidden behind the corner of the building containing the stairwell. It would be best not to move, maybe then they'll just go away.
"You sure, senpai?" The second voice jolts her into motion. It's Kanji Tatsumi, the creepy guy who beats up grown man and has his fist always curled, ready to smash who so much as looks at him. Ken had warned her of him, told her how Kanji had bullied the art club for months until they were too scared to even leave their room. And now he's here on the roof, and she's all alone and how could she be so stupid.
"Yeah." They're not sounding like they have any intention to leave any time soon. First she should get cover, she doesn't know what her parents would do if they found her body. So she robs slowly deeper into the shadow of the wall, doesn't stop to breath until she's sure her legs can't be seen peaking out from behind the corner. And please just let this all be over soon.
"Does it really matter so much?" The first voice speaks again, the one she defintely knows. Who the hell would be brave or stupid enough to talk to Kanji Tatsumi anyway? Despite herself she feels curiosity creeping up in her. Surely they won't notice if she just takes a quick peek?
"I-It could be a problem for you senpai. I don't want anyone to bother you." It's the transfer student, the one Mimi's all hung up about. He's leaning against the door, head tilted up at his underclassman towering half a head over him. Are they fighting? It doesn't sound like it but sometimes she's a bit slow- Mimi tells her so sometimes- and the scowl definetely hasn't left Tatsumi's face. She really really wants to get away, but the door is no option and the atmosphere alone is enough to give her goosebumps.
A growl. "Do I look like I care?" The transfer student really is far too confident. Sure enough Tatsumi is taking a step forward pressing him against the door and she's has to strain her eyes to see what's happening without falling sideways. "You shouldn't talk like this senpai." Oh, god, the fight is about to beginn. She can see Tatsumi leaning forward, hands pressing into the Senpais sides. She should scream or something, anything, maybe try to jump between even though she surely wouldn't survive it because Tatsumi is going to- "Ngg..."
Oh... Oh! This is... uh unexpected. Hopefully she's not as crimson as she feels because who would have thought Kanji Tatsumi would kiss like that. And uh, apparently groping the transfer student who doesn't seem to protest in the least. In fact it almost looks like he's really interested. Like in reaching on long slim hand down to Tatsumi's belt and well buckling and bucking. There's a rythm to it, slow circling up and down, forward and back drawing near and away almost to short a distance to really discern. "Senpai...!" The noise snaps her out of whatever train of thought she was stuck in and with a gasp she turns away, pressing into the wall behind her, grit sticking against her uniform. She can't see them but there are still the noises, little moans and gasps and ragged breathing. She tries to close her eyes but she can't stop the images playing in her head like a movie. Slowly cricling against each other, Tatsumi's hand running small circles against the upper classmans arms and upper torso. Eyes closed to slits and grey hair against white concrete, lips clashing and tongues fighting, entwining, dancing.
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