[Fic] Linger
Characters: Naoto, fem!Naoki, Tetsuya, fem!Kenchi, Takahiro, fem!Shokichi, Ryuji, fem!Hiroomi, Takanori
Pairings: NaoNao, Yokosuka, Takasho, OmiRyu, possible Krump Soulmates
Rating: PG-M
A/N: Whoever knew that an innocent conversation about fruit mascots would transform into a plot bunny carrying a nicely wrapped package full of genderbend soft pr0n. A certain someone has requested for an upload of the drabbles that I threw at her for fun, laughter, peace and joy. I seriously question our friendship at these times. Since she was nice? enough to give me prompts for most of them (Read: all but one), I shall share the end results. (Prompts given are used as cut labels.)
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Ignoring Naoto's smirk, Naoki calmly dropped two scoops of ice cream into the blender, before adding some milk. She plucked the banana from Naoto's fingers, not missing the surprise in his eyes when she removed its peel. Making eye contact, she unceremoniously dropped the banana in the blender whole, closed the lid, and hit the button.
Judging from his pale complexion, the implications had not been lost on Naoto. Naoki's lips quirked as she indulged in moment of self-satisfaction, but she knew him too well to let her guard down this soon.
After all, he wasn't one to give up.
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She must have known that he was watching.
Her tongue ran along the length of the banana tantalizingly, lips wrapping around its tip. Naoto felt his breath catch as her cheeks hollowed just a little, stifled a groan as she took a good length of the fruit into her mouth.
His hands clenched when she slid the length in and out of her mouth, finally releasing it with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her lips.
Darkened eyes locked with his from across the room.
Naoki took a bite from the banana, smirking when Naoto flinched.
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Snuggling into his warm embrace, she felt a familiar hardness press against the back of her thigh. She shifted to face him, a lazy smirk on her face.
“Someone’s eager tonight.”
“Mmm,” Tetsuya’s hands slid slowly down her back, coming to a rest on her behind, “You’re exceptionally beautiful today.”
“You just want to get some, don’t you?” Kenchi’s hand slid smoothly to his crotch, giving it a teasing squeeze.
“I want everything you’re willing to give me.”
“And more, no doubt.” Kenchi pushed Tetsuya’s shoulders onto the bed, straddling his hips and licking her lips.
“I hope you’re ready.”
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“Those shorts look great on you. Though I’d have to say, they’d look nicer off.”
“Takahiro-san.” Shokichi made a helpless gesture with her hands.
“Don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” a leer punctuated Takahiro’s words as he looked a fidgeting Shokichi up and down, “Say, may I eat you?”
“I don’t think this is the right time and place for this-”
“Your house is nearby isn’t it? As much as I love the familiarity of my own bed, I’d much rather be in yours.”
Shokichi backed away from Takahiro’s smug smirk before running off, her face a flaming red.
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They lay together on his bed in a sprawled mess, legs tangled together and skin glistening with sweat.
Hiroomi ran her slender fingers down Ryuji’s torso, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, feeling his arms tighten around her.
He was so easy to read.
“I’m not leaving tonight. Not ever.” Her fingers traced his collarbone, feeling the slightest shudder when she brushed the sensitive patch of skin at the dip.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking half the time,” Ryuji’s mumble barely reached her ears.
“Just of you.”
She felt Ryuji’s shoulders relax, his bashful smile lighting up the room.
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“Naoki-san is really pretty, isn’t she?”
Naoto shot a suspicious look at the youngest member of Sandaime J Soul Brothers, who had a dreamy look in his eye whenever it rested on his other leader.
“Didn’t you mention before that you’d give in to your senior if you both liked the same girl?”
“Yes, but said lady’s choice has a large part to play too, doesn’t it?” Naoto did not like the challenging gleam in Takanori’s eyes one bit, “Let’s make a deal. Whoever first gets her to wear hot pants wins the right to court her.”
“Prepare to lose.”
Pairings: NaoNao, Yokosuka, Takasho, OmiRyu, possible Krump Soulmates
Rating: PG-M
A/N: Whoever knew that an innocent conversation about fruit mascots would transform into a plot bunny carrying a nicely wrapped package full of genderbend soft pr0n. A certain someone has requested for an upload of the drabbles that I threw at her for fun, laughter, peace and joy. I seriously question our friendship at these times. Since she was nice? enough to give me prompts for most of them (Read: all but one), I shall share the end results. (Prompts given are used as cut labels.)
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Ignoring Naoto's smirk, Naoki calmly dropped two scoops of ice cream into the blender, before adding some milk. She plucked the banana from Naoto's fingers, not missing the surprise in his eyes when she removed its peel. Making eye contact, she unceremoniously dropped the banana in the blender whole, closed the lid, and hit the button.
Judging from his pale complexion, the implications had not been lost on Naoto. Naoki's lips quirked as she indulged in moment of self-satisfaction, but she knew him too well to let her guard down this soon.
After all, he wasn't one to give up.
===================
She must have known that he was watching.
Her tongue ran along the length of the banana tantalizingly, lips wrapping around its tip. Naoto felt his breath catch as her cheeks hollowed just a little, stifled a groan as she took a good length of the fruit into her mouth.
His hands clenched when she slid the length in and out of her mouth, finally releasing it with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her lips.
Darkened eyes locked with his from across the room.
Naoki took a bite from the banana, smirking when Naoto flinched.
===================
Snuggling into his warm embrace, she felt a familiar hardness press against the back of her thigh. She shifted to face him, a lazy smirk on her face.
“Someone’s eager tonight.”
“Mmm,” Tetsuya’s hands slid slowly down her back, coming to a rest on her behind, “You’re exceptionally beautiful today.”
“You just want to get some, don’t you?” Kenchi’s hand slid smoothly to his crotch, giving it a teasing squeeze.
“I want everything you’re willing to give me.”
“And more, no doubt.” Kenchi pushed Tetsuya’s shoulders onto the bed, straddling his hips and licking her lips.
“I hope you’re ready.”
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“Those shorts look great on you. Though I’d have to say, they’d look nicer off.”
“Takahiro-san.” Shokichi made a helpless gesture with her hands.
“Don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” a leer punctuated Takahiro’s words as he looked a fidgeting Shokichi up and down, “Say, may I eat you?”
“I don’t think this is the right time and place for this-”
“Your house is nearby isn’t it? As much as I love the familiarity of my own bed, I’d much rather be in yours.”
Shokichi backed away from Takahiro’s smug smirk before running off, her face a flaming red.
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They lay together on his bed in a sprawled mess, legs tangled together and skin glistening with sweat.
Hiroomi ran her slender fingers down Ryuji’s torso, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, feeling his arms tighten around her.
He was so easy to read.
“I’m not leaving tonight. Not ever.” Her fingers traced his collarbone, feeling the slightest shudder when she brushed the sensitive patch of skin at the dip.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking half the time,” Ryuji’s mumble barely reached her ears.
“Just of you.”
She felt Ryuji’s shoulders relax, his bashful smile lighting up the room.
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“Naoki-san is really pretty, isn’t she?”
Naoto shot a suspicious look at the youngest member of Sandaime J Soul Brothers, who had a dreamy look in his eye whenever it rested on his other leader.
“Didn’t you mention before that you’d give in to your senior if you both liked the same girl?”
“Yes, but said lady’s choice has a large part to play too, doesn’t it?” Naoto did not like the challenging gleam in Takanori’s eyes one bit, “Let’s make a deal. Whoever first gets her to wear hot pants wins the right to court her.”
“Prepare to lose.”