[CURRENT] Kink Meme Four
Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme Four!
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Welcome to the meme!
Please read Da Rules before posting. And by "please," I mean, "You must."
1) Keep non-anonymous comments to a minimum. This is an anonymous meme, please respect that.
2) No fighting or wank. IP logging has been turned on, and I will ban IPs that cause trouble.
3) Respect the Fill-Only ( Read more... )
With that in mind, Chrome wrapped her body in a silk robe, something Bianchi-san bought her from a recent trip visiting a Chinese associate of the Vongola family. Although Chrome hadn't requested the gift, she still wore it often because the smoothness of silk made her feel feminine and soft.
Easing back onto her bed, Chrome picked up the book left on the sheets. Flipping open to the title page, the girl leaned narrow shoulders against the headboard of her bed.
The story was the same old formula, starting with two characters who were close acquaintances but not quite friends. Then with each succession of the page turn, a twist in the shallow plot where it was revealed that the star characters had become sex fiends towards one another.
Tip of her tongue touching to bottom lip, Chrome blinked as she turned a page right to where the action started. Rope tied behind the male character's back, holding them high above his head while the female lavished his neck with kisses.
With a small gasp Chrome's gaze drifted to the next page, the male character now undressed, cock erect while he pleaded with the girl for some kind of relief. The female only smiled though, leaning back to watch him squirm against the bonds.
Holding the book open with her left hand, Chrome shivered as her right wandered. Fingertips scrunched silk fabric, dragging it slowly up to reveal lace underwear, again more for herself than for someone to actually see and approve. Yet she was quick to tug the fabric down, pooling around crossed ankles before being kicked away.
Cheeks flushed, Chrome's teeth left a light impression on her bottom lip before opening her legs. Rolling on her back, the girl ghosted fingers along slender legs while completely engrossed in the illustrations in front of her.
The male character had been untied, but had been ordered to get on his knees, groveling to the girl who self-titled herself 'Mistress'. Chrome swallowed in an attempt to temper the heated blush taking over her face and throat, pulse thudding as the female guardian rubbed the outer lips of her sex.
A few more strokes and a couple pages later (the story advancing to where the male character was on all fours while licking his mistress as her fingers curled inside his hair), Chrome spread her legs wider. Heavy lidded left eye still kept it's focus on the book, thumb circling and rubbing against her hooded clit to further encourage arousal. Putting the book down for a moment, since she was nearing the end (the doujin from this group were always disappointingly brief), Chrome turned full attention to her body.
Robe tie unraveled, left hand cupping a soft breast. Eye closed, Chrome hummed in the back of her throat while stimulating the nipple until it hardened into an angry red peak. Her breath felt caught in the middle of an exhale as Chrome pushed down to silence a whimper. Even in the privacy of her room, the girl still felt the burn of shame from being turned on, for having to result to something to masturbating.
It felt like she 'should' be ashamed, after all normal girls didn't think this way, right? They didn't have to resort to...touching themselves...or at least Chrome couldn't picture Haru-san or Kyoko-san doing something like this.
Yet despite feeling ashamed Chrome uttered a soft moan, arching a little off the mattress while teasing slick folds. At last slipped an index finger inside, bucking up before sliding another digit up to the second knuckle.
A whine-like noise escaped her mouth as Chrome twitched and rose up, opposite hand alternating between groping her right breast and moving along a pale torso.
Then everything ground to an abrupt halt when someone knocked on her door....
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“Chrome? You okay?”
On the opposite side, the young woman had fallen off the bed in her haste to find the lost pair of panties. Another knock on the door caused her to freeze in place, robe hanging open while Chrome remained on her hands and knees.
“...hello?” Yamamoto-kun's muffled voice came from the other side. For a moment, Chrome wondered why she didn't just keep quiet and pretend not to be in the room. Then again, if it was something concerning the Ninth Vongola Boss, something he and the older Guardians wanted them to do, she'd better answer.
“I uh...just a minute Yamamoto-kun...I'm getting dressed” not a complete lie since she finally found her panties and was now picking up her blouse.
“Oh okay...no rush. I just wanted to let you know everyone's eating dinner down stairs....”
Chrome stopped in the middle of buttoning up her blouse. That was all he wanted to tell her?
“I'm not hungry, everyone else can eat without me.”
Takeshi cringed a little, “Come on you have to eat something. Besides it's not good to stay in your room all the time.”
“...I do come out...sometimes” he heard her murmur.
A short chuckle came from the teenage boy, “Yeah but then you dart back inside. If you're not careful Gokudera will start mistaking you for a ghost...” he stopped talking when Chrome finally opened the door.
Her blouse was wrinkled and looked like she had gotten dressed in a hurry, cheeks flushed and looking uncomfortable...if not borderline annoyed. Which in of itself was surprising since Chrome often looked awkward in any given situation, but rarely appeared to be pissed off about something.
“...are you alright?” he asked again. The blush seemed to come back in full force, Chrome holding onto the doorknob as if it was her life line and gaze looking past him.
“I'm fine, really” Chrome said, moving to ease back from the door and close it. However, Takeshi reached forward and took her hand, Chrome stopped and finally looked him in the eye.
A cheeky grin followed as Takeshi egged on, “I'm not leaving until you agree to come downstairs and eat with everyone.”
'Hostage situation?' Chrome wondered only to shake her head. No, she shouldn't be stupid and connect 'everything' to her peculiar fetish. Still she needed her hand back, Takeshi wasn't budging though. And why did he have to smile and look so earnest? It really made it difficult to be mad at him. Or say no for that matter. She really didn't want to do it, but...
“...alright I'll go. I need to wash up first though.” Chrome relented, at last easing out of his grasp and walked to her bathroom.
Left behind in the girl's room, Takeshi cast a curious glance. It looked just like everyone else's room. Nothing lace-like, pink or extra-ordinarily feminine, save for the robe on the floor. Since he didn't like standing awkwardly. Spying a book on the floor, Takeshi walked over and picked it up, every intention of putting it on a table or shelf, however he turned it over to find it opened to a peculiar page. A drawing of a nude male tied up, gagged and writhing on the floor...
Brown eyes blinked then gradually grew wide as it dawned on the boy just what he was looking at. Glancing up to the bathroom door, to the book in his hand then to the door again, he didn't know what to think or do in this kind of situation.
Drop the book and never ever think or bring to mind ever again came to Takeshi as a solid idea. But for the first time his motor skills were a little slow on the uptake and he didn't move quick enough to prevent getting caught red handed with Chrome's hentai book.
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Takeshi put the book down and started to walk slowly backwards because Chrome was doing some kind of funny facial twitch that the Rain guardian recalled seeing Mukuro do once -when someone mistakenly called his hairstyle a pineapple. The results of that 'twitch' hadn't been pretty, so for once he was a little wary of Chrome and what she might do.
As it turned out, this cautionary gut instinct turned out to be right on the money. Because before Takeshi could escape, the boy's arms and legs were suddenly restricted by lotus vine illusions. He struggled for a moment only to wind up falling to the floor, chin hitting the wooden floor hard.
Seeing stars for a moment, Takeshi searched in vain for something to say. 'I didn't see anything. I just picked up your book and was going to put it away for you. It's not that big of a deal'.
However, considering how red her face was and how Chrome was leaning against the door before locking it, Takeshi had a feeling she wouldn't have heard a word he said.
Chrome for one was mortified. Her secret had come out...to one of the worst people. One of 'the boys'. She still would have been embarrassed if it had been Bianchi, Kyoko-san or Haru-san, but they wouldn't judge her. Not like guys judge girls anyway...
Girls were supposed to be pure...and ignorant about sex. Not shamefully sneaking off to masturbate.
Hands covering her face, Chrome kept the illusion of the lotus vines, though didn't attempt to tighten and accidentally hurt Yamamoto-kun, but she needed time to think. To find some kind of explanation for the book
'It's not mine. I found it...holding it for someone.' Chrome shook her head, fingers digging into skin for a moment as the girl moved from leaning on the door to sinking to her knees.
It was useless. There was nothing she could do or say to make this any better.
“Chrome?” Takeshi questioned, she wasn't letting him go. And for a moment he recalled back to two minutes ago, back to the page in the book. Was it a coincidence that he was all but in the 'exact' same potion as that character?
...he for one hoped so. He liked Chrome and finding a porn book in her room wasn't going to change that. However, he might have to re-think their...friendship if she suddenly turned and started to molest him.
Or at least question if it was really Chrome doing those things or if Mukuro suddenly took over and developed an interest.
As it stood though, Chrome lowered her hands and looked at him for a good long minute. Takeshi watched her as well, wondering what was going to happen next. He couldn't move very well, his jaw hurt and Chrome's vines weren't letting him wiggle free, so he was at her mercy.
She could do...anything to him. And there wouldn't be much he could to -besides trying to talk her out of it- that Takeshi could do.
Swallowing thickly, he wondered why it suddenly felt hot in the room. Only to blink and realize he was feeling a little turned on, then quickly recoiled from that thought. He was a fairly typical teenager.
He liked skin magazines, pretty girls and thoughts of sex crept up on him from time to time. But...it was embarrassing to be in this situation and kind of like it. Just a little. So, Takeshi did what he did best when faced with something troubling or things he didn't want to think about: talk.
“So um...that book...”
Chrome hid her face again, but after a moment's pause he continued.
“You don't have to be embarrassed Chrome. I mean...” he struggled against the vines, attempting to sit up but it was no use. “I've got some books like that too...well not exactly like that. Bondage really isn't my thing.”
'Lies' his libido answered, but Takeshi told it to shut up because it didn't know what the hell it wanted most of the time. Just last week he made the mistake of looking down Bianchi's blouse and nearly got forced fed poison cooking for it. So yeah, his dick obviously was not the voice of reason in this case.
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“What was that?' Takeshi asked, inching forward a little.
“...it's okay for boys to have that kind of thing. It's alright for them to think about sex. Girls...shouldn't though.” Chrome spoke up.
“Why though?” Takeshi asked, part genuine curiosity and partly trying to get coax Chrome into letting him go. The Rain guardian figured that if he made her feel a little more comfortable about the fetish book, Chrome would release the vines and they wouldn't have to talk about it ever again. Yet that image kept coming back to him and now Takeshi had to wonder what went on inside this room before he knocked on her door. Judging by her haste to get dressed and flush of color to her cheeks something had gone on, but he didn't want to actually put a word to it.
Chrome was kind of like everyone's little sister. Sort of. So, Takeshi for one couldn't picture her in a sexual way. But this situation was nudging him to thinking about it because that book brought to his mind questions about the female Mist.
Did she keep her fantasies strictly to that book or picture people she knew in those situations?
Did she use some kind of toy? Her fingers? How did female masturbation even work?
Sure he knew how sex work, but the topic of how a woman 'gets off' never really came up, so the boy just assumed that it only happened in sex. And rarely at that since he heard rumors that women often fake orgasms...Chrome was one of those people who couldn't fake anything though.
Closing his eyes, Takeshi told himself to stop thinking about it. This was Chrome. Chrome Dokuro, the person who was having a solitude contest with Hibari-san, both seeing who could avoid the most people in their life time.
She also had him tied up on the floor while blushing and looking like the girl would rather disappear and leave him there than face the situation.
At last, Chrome tried to answer him, “It's wrong because...girls shouldn't do things like...”
“Masturbating?” Takeshi offered after her voice trialed off. A reluctant nod from Chrome.
“Well that's one opinion, but doesn't really explain why. Is there some kind of unwritten girl code that says you can't?” This was actually an interesting -if awkward- conversation. Takeshi was getting a peek inside the female mind, now if only he wasn't tussled up like a turkey and could talk with her normally.
Another slow shake of Chrome's head, “Not that I know of.”
Takeshi could feel the bonds loosening up a little at last. Wiggling and squirming, he kept talking Chrome towards her epiphany and for the sake of his freedom.
“Then you shouldn't be ashamed of it. What you do in private...” he kicked away a vine as it released his right ankle, “should be your own business.” His left arm was released next, so the baseball player clenched and unclenched his hand to will away the pins and needles sensation.
“And you're not harming anyone. So you don't need to feel ashamed, Chrome.”
Now that he was off of laying on his belly, able to sit up and look at her properly, Takeshi wondered if anything he said had sunk in. The vines were gone, but Chrome was still blocking the door and staring at her folded hands.
Chrome bit her bottom lip. What Yamamoto-kun was saying made sense, but she had seen the shocked expression on his face. If it was natural, then why was did he react that way?
“Please don't tell anyone about this” Chrome said after pushing herself to stand and opening the door to show Yamamoto-kun out.
He seem to hesitate though, rubbing sore wrists which made Chrome cringe. She hadn't wanted to hurt him, only to stop the other guardian from running away like she was some kind of creepy freak. A person could only take so much rejection in their life time and in her short sixteen years Chrome had it heaped onto her again and again.
She didn't want anyone to know because that exact look on Yamamoto-kun's face: the surprise and apprehension.
'He won't tell anyone though.' Chrome assured herself. He might think her as weird and might not want to be alone in the same room as her ever again, but Yamamoto-kun was a good and loyal person.
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“Hey um...” Takeshi paused, trying to find something to say but nothing came to him. Chrome still looked distressed, but what could he do about it.
Then it occurred to him, “Wait here and I'll bring in some of my magazines.”
Chrome's head perked up, eye wide, “...what...no, Yamamoto-kun you don't...” but he was already out the door and walking to the room he shared with the Sun guardian.
He kept steady strides forward, a man on a mission because Takeshi knew if he stopped for even a second and asked himself what the hell he was doing, there would be no going back to Chrome's room.
Once inside the bedroom, he bent over to pull a small box from underneath his bed only to stop as the door opened behind him.
Ryohei noticed his roommate, “Have you been here this whole time?”
Takeshi kicked the box back under his bed, he could think about being a hypocrite, who was ashamed of his skin magazines, later.
“Ah...actually Chrome needed help with something, so I guess it's leftovers for both of us later on.”
The boxer grunted in response along with a kurt nod, “Better hurry before Lambo gets back from visiting his aunt, he eats a LOT of food.”
“Yeah, but that's a kid for you, he's still growing up” Takeshi said as Ryohei-senpai started to undress out of street clothes and get into his boxing gear.
“More training tonight. I'm going to beat that guy if it's the last thing I do!” Ryohei remarked, he had some sort of rivalry going on between himself and the older Sun guardian.
Takeshi could confess to feeling a little of envy in that regard. He wouldn't call his mentor 'lazy', but the other swordsman seemed much more interested in his social life than helping Takeshi.
'Then again our styles are vastly different. Still, sparing against each other might help.' the younger Rain guardian thought. He hated having nothing but time on his hands while everyone else were occupied.
Once Ryohei-senapi changed and left the room, Takeshi removed the box again then carried it out with him.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, book resting to the right, Chrome thought about leaving. Yet there was the draw of curiosity. What exactly did Yamamoto-kun want to show her?
Curiosity or caution, either one could have been her master at this point. Just as Chrome was about to stand up and leave the room, Yamamoto-kun returned with a small card board box.
With a smile he walked in more confident than Chrome thought she could ever feel in her lifetime, let alone in such an awkward situation as this one.
After closing and securing the door, Takeshi got down on the floor. Now that he was trapped, albeit willingly this time; the boy had second thoughts of unearthing his treasure trove of magazines. Even with her overt fetish for bondage hentai, he worried about some twisted double standard and Chrome would find his magazine collection disgusting and degrading.
At last, he shoved the doubts down and opened the box, dumping it's contents on the girl's floor, sat back and attempted to look proud about being a pervert.
For a moment, Chrome remained seated on her bed. Her gaze looked to the magazines then back up to Yamamoto-kun. Just what was he trying to accomplish by showing her this collection?
Whatever it was, Chrome couldn't help but feel that it was working because she got off the bed and smoothed her skirt down before sitting on bended knees.
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Chrome looked up to the pouting lips, big eyes and make up then to the plunge of the girl's bra holding back large and perfectly round breasts.
“...she's pretty.” the female guardian remarked.
Takeshi held back a nervous laugh because he didn't think Chrome got it. He was trying to make her more accepting about him discovering her book. However she seemed more intrigued than understanding. He watched her flip through magazine after magazine, she'd blush at the poses once in awhile, but otherwise didn't look offended or even uncomfortable.
Fascinated was more like it.
“There's a lot of these” Chrome said before picking up another magazine. If one took away the blushing and the occasional s
“Yeah I've had a few of these since I was fifteen. I think there's even one of...” he moved the pile around, trying not to think about how weird this was. He was talking about skin magazines with Chrome and showing them to her like they were as innocent as a baseball card collection. And she hadn't call him 'sexist', 'gross' or recoiled away from anything shown to her. Picking a particularly worn magazine from the bottom of the pile.
“Found it!”
Chrome curiously peered over the Rain's shoulder, only to back away. For someone who preferred to be left alone, the female Mist was starting to fall sway to the personable magnetism of one Yamamoto Takeshi.
“This...” he opened the worn magazine to the center fold. A lovely woman with pale skin, pouting lips, large hazel eyes and...ah yes large breasts clad in a bikini top. Chrome was starting to see a pattern emerge.
“Is Kikumomo Sakura. I had a crush on her years ago when she was a popular magazine model”
Easing the magazine out of his hands, Chrome could see why. Like all the other girls, she was slender, attractive and posed enticingly. However there was also a quality about her eyes, how the woman stared into the camera as if looking tenderly at a lover.
“Have you ever met her in person?”
Takeshi shrugged, “Nope. I doubt I ever will, she's probably retired from modeling anyway. Maybe has a family, husband and kids. Who really knows.”
Chrome found it interesting. It was easy to see that Yamamoto-kun's turn on were these pale beauties with generous breasts. And while they looked beautiful, Chrome for one didn't feel a thing aside from second hand embarrassment as to how they were so carefree with their bodies.
Unconsciously sticking out her chest a little while doing a mental comparison between her bust and Kikumomo-san's, unaware that Yamamoto-kun was watching her closely while she did this; Chrome puzzled over the difference in material.
She honestly didn't find herself attracted to anyone. Men or women. Maybe...at one time her bond to Mukuro-sama was partly because he was pleasing to look at, but Chrome knew, even at thirteen, that a future with him or even a brief love affair was impossible.
Rather than appearances, it was circumstances that appealed to her. Hence the doujin collection . Glancing up from the magazine, Chrome wondered why Yamamoto-kun was blushing. He brought these magazines to her of his own accord and didn't seem the least bit flustered while she read. Now though, there was an unmistakable flush of color on his face.
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Chrome went from being quiet and shy in his mind, to a girl with a very kinky turn on and at that moment...he wasn't sure what to label Chrome as. And Takeshi wasn't sure what to do with the discovery that Chrome thought about sex enough to buy an explicit book.
She just looked...cute when casting a glance to her covered chest then to Sakura's as if sizing the woman on paper up, yet wasn't disappointed with her own body, merely curious.
“So...” Takeshi cleared his dry throat, “Do you just have the one book?” He hoped she'd say yes. Instead, Chrome put down the magazine, hands keeping her skirt down as she rose up.
“No. I've got...quite a few, actually. Would...” Chrome swallowed, face burning, “do you want to see them?” she asked. After all it was only fair if Yamamoto-kun was going to share his materials with her for Chrome to do the same.
“Maybe some other time.” Takeshi said, a little polite lie to get off the subject. This night was full of enough weird twists and turns without Chrome bringing out more.
'Then again, I started this.' the boy reminded himself. Started and now he was putting a stop to it.
Gathering up his magazines, Takeshi tried to play it cool but Chrome could read the atmosphere and could tell something was wrong. Was it something she had said? The girl for one was puzzled as to why. He brought these books to her without prompting and now was quick to gather everything up and move to leave.
“...do you think anyone else thinks like this?” she asked.
“Hm?” he stopped packing the box for a moment, “What about sex?” Chrome held onto a pillow, holding it close to her blushing face while nodding.
“Who knows. Tsuna...well everyone but Kyoko knows he loves her. Ryohei-senpai runs away for some reason if Hana-san's name is brought up. And Gokudera is...” he struggled for a word to describe the Storm Guardian. In the end he setled for, “Is always busy. And Hibari-san.”
“...is Hibari-san.” Chrome filled in. “Right” Takeshi confirmed with a nod.
“Are we...weird then?” Chrome questioned. She needed to stop looking cute because he really couldn't connect the image of her doe amethyst colored eye and bemused expression with the girl who reads bondage books to get off.
“Mm, I don't think so. It's normal, I guess.” He leaned in over the closed box as if about to share a secret. Chrome backed up but Takeshi didn't stop him from confessing.
“Actually, I think we're a little more normal than everyone else in that respect. We at least have a sex life...even if it is by ourselves.”
Chrome bit her bottom lip for a moment, mulling it over. So. They were both perverts. It was acceptable, according to the Rain Guardian; so long as it was private and didn't harm anyone.
Thinking back to the magazines, he must have some pent up...frustrations too. So, Chrome came to -in her mind- a very logical conclusion. A perfect solution.
“Do you want to do this again sometime?”
Takeshi stopped in the middle of rising up and taking the box with him. “...uh...pardon?” he asked, a little worried at her question.
Chrome stood up, pillow left on the floor and leaning on the banister to her bed, “What if...we exchange books sometimes. No one else has to know...and it might help a little.”
“I'm not really following” Takeshi confessed.
“We can meet in secret and exchange books or talk about things that we really can't tell the others about.”
“...you mean like a sex book club?” was the closest thing Takeshi could relate what she was saying to.
Chrome shrugged, “I suppose you could call it that.”
'No. Bad idea. That is begging for trouble.' the boy told himself. Yet ignored that honed gut- assassin- instinct and out of his mouth came a smile and, “Sure. When do you want to hold these secret meetings?”
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Takeshi had to admit though something had changed between them. He was looking at the girl in a new light, small glances and looks when she was around or walked into the same room. She'd catch him looking, blush then abruptly turn away. It was understood though, they shared a secret.
It was part nerve-wracking and part silly, to be honest. He had been through worse things (escaping death by the skin of his teeth many times, fighting to get half of a ring and so on), but there was still a little bit of thrill in this for Takeshi.
So when the day finally came, he stood at the door to Chrome's room- again with the magazine box. She was slow to open, almost afraid to see it wasn't who she was expecting.
Then a relieved smile to follow the subtle blush, “You actually showed up.”
“Of course” Takeshi replied, trying to keep it casual. Yep nothing to see here, just two mutual perverts holding a secret perverts only club meeting. Once he was inside the room though, Takeshi couldn't help but wonder, 'Now what?'
Chrome really didn't think he'd arrive. After she had gone to bed and woken up the following morning, the girl hated herself for even suggesting such a thing. Chrome hated putting herself- and other people- in awkward situations. And yet she had offered for them to meet up...and basically talk about sex.
She must have been out of her mind, Chrome assumed. Yes, that had to be the only explanation. And she tried to take it back all week. But...anytime she looked at him, Takeshi would smile a little. Her co-conspirator. As weird as it sounded, it made her feel...better somehow, to know she wasn't the only one who thought about these things and indulged in self-pleasure.
This 'good feeling' though didn't stop her from feeling nervous when Sunday came. 'He won't show up. Yamamoto-kun will come up with some polite yet believable excuse.' Chrome thoughts she'd feel relieved if he didn't bother attending their meeting. It'd let her off the hook for one.
So when he appeared, there was a mixture of emotion but above all she was grateful.
They held a silent staring contest for awhile, waiting for the other to move first by either striking up a topic of conversation or displaying their materials.
“Um...” Chrome began, “I'm wondering something...does Yamamoto-kun like...” her voice trailed off. Then another attempt, “Um big...” giving up on speech all together Chrome gestured to her own chest.
Yamamoto-kun was either terrible at charades or she had no future prospects at becoming a Mime because it took the boy a little while to catch on.
“Oh, breasts.” Fingers ranked over short dark hair followed by a sheepish grin, “Yeah, kind of. I don't really know why, I just find them attractive.”
“Ah” Chrome responded, rocking back on her heels before making herself comfortable on the bed.
“...not that small or normal sized aren't nice too” Takeshi added, not wanting to offend Chrome. She smiled though.
“It's fine, you like what you like.” Chrome said softly, trying so hard to sound unfazed by their peculiar ice breaker.
“What about you?” Takeshi returned.
“Hm?” the girl hummed, holding onto a pillow again, legs crossed while sitting on the edge of the mattress. Takeshi spied her long legs, tracing a line up to the hem of her skirt before stopping himself. Chrome Dokuro. Not a girl on some magazine. He couldn't - or rather shouldn't- look at her that way.
“I'm really not attracted to anyone.” Chrome confessed. This got a laugh from Takeshi. “Come on there has to be something.” The indigo haired girl shook her head, “No really...there isn't. I don't see...people when I feel...” another paused while she searched for a word. “When I...” a sigh followed by more silence. “What the person looks like doesn't really matter” Chrome started anew while fingers plucked on the tassel of her pillow. “It's more like the situation and circumstances that turns me on.”
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From his place on the rug, Takeshi leaned forward as if eager to know more. He still didn't believe Chrome didn't find anyone attractive. She always blushed and followed Mukuro whenever the rouge guardian decided to make an appearance/terrorize Tsuna. So there had to be something she liked about that guy.
Still, Takeshi didn't push on the issue of Chrome's weird brand of 'asexuality', instead he prodded more on her 'circumstances' clause.
“So it's more like the act of bondage the turns you on, right?” he asked, starting to feel weird again. Curiosity just might be the end of him, then again if there was such a death sentence Chrome wasn't too far behind him.
“I guess...” Chrome squirmed, dropping the pillow away from her chest only to move on to smoothing a gray skirt down.
“I can't really explain it well, but...” a pause then a light impression of teeth to her bottom lip before the girl continued, “I don't like the idea of being in such a situation myself because I barely have control of my own body sometimes. At least that's how it was before.” Chrome mumbled.
“Ah” Takeshi uttered. That made sense. Chrome didn't like picturing herself being controlled since she lived a few years of her life that way already.
“It...” she uncrossed then re-crossed her legs, drawing Takeshi attention back to those limbs. “Excites me... to imagine what it would be like if someone obeyed me. If I had control over another person. To be in charge for once” she confessed.
“But you're not attracted to anyone.” Takeshi brought the conversation back to the start.
Chrome shook her head, “Not anyone in particular, no. And to be in a relationship like that, you need someone you can trust. And someone who trusts you. Otherwise it's...kind of like rape or molestation.” The girl shuddered, “I don't think I could be that kind of person...to do things to someone without their consent.”
“Which is why you have the books.” Takeshi observed, trying not to out right stare as she shifted and moved about. For a moment if she wasn't doing it on purpose, moving around on the bed to look enticing to him, only to shake his head.
No. Chrome wouldn't be that sneaky, so she probably didn't even realize how it looked. And she wasn't overtly posing or attempting to look sexy, but the flush of her cheeks, the awkward shifting of her body as if unsure what spot was most comfortable while openly talking about something that excited her. It was kind of adorable in a way and made him forget they were being frank about sex and turn ons.
“What if you could have a person like that?” he asked, just to see her reaction. Chrome didn't disappoint. Her uncovered eye grew wide, face turning a complete cherry-red, mouth opening as if to say something only to abruptly snap shut and turn away.
“That won't happen” she said.
“But what if it did?” Takeshi pressed. It was just a question after all. An assumption, she didn't have to take it so seriously.
When he didn't get an answer, he tried another angle. “Okay, then I'll start. Say, hypothetically... I could have anyone from these magazines, I'd pick Kikumomo Sakura” a cheeky grin, “And we would have the best sex and anything she wanted I'd give it to her. A favorite position, do it. If she wanted some kind of kinky toy, done and bought. Because I'd want her to satisfied” Leaning back, supported by open palms on the rug, Takeshi went on, “Even though I know it's a fantasy, it's nice to think about it.”
Chrome was looking his way again, but still didn't fill in with her own wish-fulfillment. Takeshi resolved to give it one last try, after all they were here to air out their fantasies and frustrations, right?
“I wonder, if given the chance, would Chrome be a good mistress or a bad mistress?”
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Takeshi blinked in response. 'Wow so she has given some thought about this. Maybe some research too.' It was his turn to squirm a little now, trying to will away the tightness in his throat and heat that settled in the boy's chest which was threatening to go south.
“Okay then, on degree of sadism how would you rank?” he inquired, trying to keep his tone light and above the constriction. Also attempting not to think about another self-confessed sadist, that creepy Birds guy he, Tsuna, Gokudera and Bianchi fought against years ago.
She hadn't thought that far before. Rolled to face Yamamoto-kun, the girl considered before answering, “I don't think I would go as far as hurting someone. I would...bind them, maybe blindfold sometimes...or give them orders to do things for me from time to time.”
Humiliation and harm didn't turn her on, it was more the power over someone, the control to give or deny them pleasure.
A low chuckle came from Yamamoto-kun- Chrome for one was surprised at how that rich and throaty utterance made her shiver. “So, you'd be a benevolent mistress then. You would want your partner to feel good, but only on your terms.”
Chrome nodded slowly, still fighting back the feeling bubbling up inside by squeezing her legs together, “...I guess”
“Then someone would be lucky to be with you...in that kind of relationship” Takeshi said though not sure if his statement was factual or not. He had struggled enough just trying to find something nice to say.
Chrome shrugged in response, “Perhaps, but getting to that point would be a problem...not a lot of chances to get to know new people.”
Well, in that respect the boy could relate. They were living far from their homeland, learning a new language and were rarely allowed outside of the Vongola manor. And when they did leave were flanked by scary looking guys in black suits for additional protection.
Even mafia gatherings were anxious affairs. Always having to look over one's shoulder because even among 'friends' there were backstabbers looking for opportunities to bring down Vongola.
And add in Chrome's desire for isolation, in short Takeshi just couldn't picture her being in a relationship with anyone. Let alone one stable enough for Chrome to 'ease' her partner into a sub/dom fetish.
However he couldn't say there was no hope for that. After all this was to coax Chrome to open up more, to feel less ashamed about herself and get the girl to come outside and join everyone else.
Takeshi kept telling himself that he'd come to these secret meetings for her sake, so he offered some comfort in regards to her lack of prospects.
“You never know, might actually find someone who's into that sort of thing.”
Chrome wrinkled her nose. For some reason she could just picture a dirty old overweight man who begged to be gagged and spanked. Despite 'saying' appearances really didn't matter to her, in that respect looks did count.
“And one day you'll meet your magazine model.” Chrome returned.
Sunday evenings carried on as followed: they met in Chrome's room, magazines and hentai books on display before either of them had a chance to think it over and feel bad about it. Sometimes they talked, but mostly it was silent reading.
Takeshi wasn't sure how Chrome thought this was helping either of them. He seemed to be getting in deeper actually, unable to glance away when Chrome started looking over her books. And it was becoming obvious that the female Mist hadn't been kidding when she said bondage turned her on.
Over time, Chrome was relaxing around him. The embarrassment she felt at being caught with just one hentai book had abated to the point Chrome would look through them in his presence, perhaps assuming he was doing the same thing with the old magazines.
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Takeshi thought it was fine, he could sit through being uncomfortable for two hours a week. Until it started bleeding into daily life. Chrome was slowly coming out of her room more, but she only wanted to hang out with him. No talk about sex, their materials or anything remotely kinky, but having her around was starting to be a problem in of itself. Not that Chrome was annoying. In fact, the more she was around him the more the female Mist started to develop a sense of humor and seemed to be genuinely interested in stories of his father, of his many baseball games and overall pleasant to be around. He liked her as a friend before, but something else was starting.
Fingers moved to tuck indigo hair off of the girl's shoulder. Too late to take the action back and without an explanation, Takeshi just smiled and went back to his magazine. Blinking owlishly in response to the unexpected gesture, her own fingertips reached for that stray strand, followed by a blush rising high along Chrome's face.
Although Takeshi didn't plan for it to happen, skin ship between the two of them started to escalate and became the new normal. Their hands brushing or scooting a little bit closer while listening to one another. Little things that no one else picked up on, but the Rain guardian noticed it.
A part of him warned about backing off, he was aware of the unintended contact so it'd better stop soon. Rather than pulling back though, the boy pushed the envelope a little each more every Sunday.
On one particular Sunday evening he was sharing space on Chrome's bed. Both clothed, perfectly innocent and hardly entwined, just close enough to feel the other person beside them. Takeshi reached over Chrome's curled form to get a magazine she had finished.
He'd say it was an accident, even to himself when digits lightly coasted where there was a gap between her blouse and skirt, revealing Chrome's warm middle. But that wouldn't be true. It was a small nudge on his part. Takeshi needed an answer: 'Just how much are you going to allow, Chrome?'
She twisted around to look at him, but didn't remove Takeshi's hand. If anything, Chrome stared at his hand, swallowing something back. She didn't feel violated or offended, just warm all over. The burn of her blushing face wouldn't cool even as Chrome accepted his touch by sliding fingers between Yamamoto-kun's.
After receiving her answer, through a gentle squeeze and tangle of their fingers, Takeshi kept his arm around the female Mist's torso for duration of their meeting. The magazine he had originally reached to retrieve forgotten.
'What are we doing?' Chrome asked herself Monday morning. Whenever her thoughts turned back to last night, the girl's face heated up all over again, chest constricting and throat feeling tight. She could excuse the little touches leading up to last night, but his arm around her waist had been deliberate. And even more troubling was the fact Chrome accepted it.
She had...enjoyed feeling close to him. Going down to breakfast, getting many surprised looks in the process, Chrome seated herself between Yamamoto-kun and Lambo.
They shot covert looks at one another. They had a secret, but now it seemed to becoming two-fold. She smiled when he did, albeit Chrome's expression looked much less confident and unnatural still she tried. It was the start of something new...whether it was good or bad though was yet to be seen.
However Chrome couldn't help but feel excited. Anxious, but at the same time looking forward to what turn might be next.
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Keep it up writer!anon!
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Although it was the job of the Mist guardian to be deceitful for the benefit of the family; Chrome couldn't help but wonder if she and Takeshi hadn't gotten their natures mixed up.
'He's sneaky...' Chrome told herself, hand covering her mouth just after he stole a kiss. They were sharing a table for the language lesson. He had scooted in closer to get a better look at her notes and when no one was looking...leaned in and, before Chrome knew it, kissed the corner of her mouth.
'Very sneaky' Chrome repeated, trying to sink into her chair and raise the textbook to hide a blush. And he acted as if nothing was wrong. As if he hadn't stolen her first kiss in front of everyone- they just hadn't been looking at the right moment to actually witness it.
“Don't look so pleased with yourself.” Chrome muttered after classes ended.
“Who? Me?” he asked, looking innocent and smiling.
“Yes. You...” Chrome paused, hands wrung together for a moment before she gathered up the textbooks, “know exactly what you did. That was my first kiss...did you have to do that with everyone around?”
There was a flicker of doubt within Takeshi while looking at her troubled expression. “I'm sorry. I thought...” the boy's words trailed off as Chrome put the books down. Chrome circled the table until she was standing in front of him. Leaning on the table a little since he was trapped, Takeshi wondered what would happen next as the female Mist arched up on tip-toe.
Butterflies knocked around in her stomach, face burning with an intense blush and lips feeling cool and dry. Chrome tried to arch up higher, but her toes were already at their limit. And he wasn't moving...
'Maybe he was just kidding.' Chrome thought. But...why do that though? He was friendly to everyone else and did lock arms around them and other little physical gestures. But considering how Yamamoto-kun's hands wandered to her more and more and the kiss during class she thought that maybe this was different. Special. Maybe that was a mistake on her part.
Gradually, Chrome eased off and landed flat on her feet. She moved to turn away, but Takeshi prevented Chrome from escaping by holding her hand and pulling the girl back.
“Do you want me to kiss you again?” he asked. Chrome ducked her head only to follow it up with a nod. “Only if you want to” she muttered, still eaten up with doubts until Takeshi leaned forward. Chrome locked gazes with him, chest constricting along with the drumming of her heart beat.
“I want to” he said before closing brown eyes. Chrome hesitated then followed through by closing the gap between them, left eye closed as well. There was an awkward bump of their noses, but right after they corrected and connected. With the brief contact of their lips Chrome's fingers clenched then relaxed into the fabric of Takeshi's shirt.
Pulling away from their kiss, Takeshi watched her as Chrome opened her eye, fingers still on his shirt sleeve. She tugged, arching up again to kiss him once more.
If asked about what Chrome was to him, the Rain guardian would take some time answering. Off the bat, they were friends. Yet, after kissing her, he wasn't sure what applied to them anymore. Neither expressed an interest in an exclusive relationship or calling each other 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend'. But where else could this go but further along that direction?
Fingers slipped under her blouse, teasing warm skin before inching further north. He stopped when Chrome shifted away a little. There was a lot of ambiguity as to what her limits were. For the last three weeks, Takeshi had been tip-toeing around, trying to read her moods because all Chrome would tell him was that anything was fine.
'I like being around you. If something feels weird and want it to stop, I'll let you know.' she told him once.
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Right hand resting around Chrome's middle, Takeshi waited a few minutes for her to get comfortable again then a slow slid up...which Chrome stopped by pulling away. However, she was the one who hitched up the blouse this time. Brown eyes watched as Chrome shrugged the top up enough to reach behind to bra clasps.
A slow series of blinks from the boy as Chrome's bra fell down on top of the bed. Stunned for a moment, he felt the blushing girl reach his hand and Chrome was the one who placed the palm just below the swell of her breasts.
Chrome forced down a thick swallow before relaxing back to her position, Takeshi's hand considerably higher than other times, fingertips so close to touching the girl's chest. Her blush became a more vivid red because surely Yamamoto-kun could feel her rapid heartbeat.
When he tried to pull away, Chrome decided to speak up.
“This is what you want...isn't it?” tilted her head back, fringes of her indigo-pineapple hairstyle brushing against his cheek. An amethyst colored eye looking squarely at the baseball player, “Or is this part unattractive to you?”
“No” Takeshi said only to correct himself, “I mean...it is attractive. Are you okay with it?” he asked. Obviously Chrome was or she wouldn't have gotten rid of the bra and placed his hand, but Takeshi wanted to be sure.
Chrome nodded, “Yes, just be gentle” she said before rolling on her back. The move moved the hem of her blouse up higher, showing more smooth and pale skin.
Now it was Takeshi's turn to swallow. He moved his right hand from it's spot only to bring it back with his left palm. Blood pressure skyrocketed, pulse drumming inside his throat as the Rain guardian slowly brought his fingers along Chrome's body.
He watched how the flush along her face moved from cheeks to tips of ears. A kiss to her neck then latching onto Chrome's lips. She responded to the kiss with a return peck, followed by a soft moan as digits stroked the girl's breasts.
Unsure yet sweet kisses were formerly normal with them. Both a little shy, but the dynamic had changed again. Opening his mouth, Takeshi attempted to tempt Chrome into doing the same with a gentle prod of tongue tip to the seam of her mouth. Taking the hint, she opened up to exploration. Chrome's hands moved to cup the boy's face, shivering again as he stroked sensitive breasts.
As their lengthy kiss came to an end, Chrome's eye opened. Yamamoto-kun was looking down at her, face flushed coupled with a grin. She ruffled his short dark hair as words slipped out before a mental filter could catch them.
“You're very handsome” Chrome remarked only to feel like dying from embarrassment the next second.
He looked confused at first, as if expecting Chrome was talking, or rather thinking, about someone else. When it sunk in she was talking to him, the grin became more sheepish.
“Thanks” a small hesitation, searching for something to say. Should he call her beautiful? Cute? Should he say anything at all or would Chrome think he was just searching for something nice to say in response.
Instead, Takeshi settled on letting actions do the talking for him. He kissed blushing cheeks, nuzzling her neck next, his hands lowered to tickle along her ribs.
Chrome uttered a small 'squeak' like noise then a giggle. It was a little strange to hear her laugh, since Chrome was always so reserved, but he liked her laughter. Takeshi for one was glad to know her laugh didn't sound like a feminine 'kufufu'.
They lingered together for quite awhile, Chrome felt warm and relaxed in his arms so the Rain guardian tried not to disrupt it. He also didn't want to leave. Staying and simply savoring the feel of her skin and their kisses sounded like a great idea to Takeshi. But, not a practical one. His body was already threatening to betray intentions so he held Chrome close, but not close enough to stimulate himself further. And if he stayed in Chrome's room all night, his roommate would know he hadn't been to bed.
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