Sickly Hot...
Sickly Hot... (Almost NC-17)
Written by ZB24
I don't know where this perverted piece of shit came from. ROTFL~
I wrote it many months ago, so it's not my best writing.
I wasn't planning on even posting it, but it seems like everyone's posting crack stories for Christmas (although theirs are related to the holiday). I consider this crack.
Plus, I'm actually sick with a cold and it seemed appropriate. Haha~
It gets hornier as it goes along. (^_~)
Here's the song if you've never heard it: click. [No, I don't like her anymore. I did when I was 12. Shut up. XD]
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She felt like shit. She could hardly keep her eyes open and she was all sweaty. Despite this, she couldn't bring herself to get up off the couch; Too tired. She might just fall asleep on the couch... the couch was really soft... and her eyes were.... couldn't stay open...
The next thing she saw was Hiroto's face. He was crouched over her; Blinking and looking worried.
“Are you okay?” He asked, cautiously.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you asking?” She asked back, her eyebrow arched up.
“Because you fell asleep on the couch and you never sleep on the couch and it's really hot in the apartment today but you don't have a fan on and there's this half eaten bowl of ramen on the coffee table, but you always eat all your ramen... Are you sick?” He finished with a question and reached out to touch her forehead.
“I said I'm fine!” she snapped, swatting his hand away.
“Sorry~ I just wanted to see if you were alright.” He said with a pout before heading off to their bedroom to change. She got up to follow him, but started feeling dizzy and stopped to put a hand to her forehead. Hiroto had looked back and seen her waving around in the middle of the room. He rushed to her side and grasped her shoulders.
“I'm fine, I'm fine...” she mumbled, even though she felt dizzier by the second.
Hiroto reached out to feel her forehead. She was a little warm.
“You're not 'fine', you've got a fever.” he stated.
“It's nothing. The heat probably got me. I'm just a little cold. Just gimme a sweater and I'll be fine, I don't need-”
While she was mumbling and rambling Hiroto had led her into the bathroom and her words were cut off by the rush of water from the bathtub's faucet.
“We're taking a bath, then you're going to go sleep.” Hiroto said, reaching out for her shirt buttons.
“No~” she whined, and languidly swatted at his hand. “This is just an excuse to see me naked!”
“If I wanted to see you naked, I would just say so.” he said, returning to her shirt.
She thought about that statement and realized that Hiroto really would “just say so”.
“W-well I have work to do, I-” Her lips where inhibited by the shirt being brought up over her head.
“You're sick, so just let me take care of you.” He said, letting his hands brush her stomach as he unbuttoned her jeans. The words themselves were fairly brash, but when Hiroto said them they didn't sound that way.
“Okay fine~~” she finally gave in, “but if you try anything I'll-”
“Yeah, yeah~” Hiroto said, leading her over to the tub while ignoring her idle threats.
When he slipped in behind her, she could feel every conceivable part of him up against her back. She felt things that maybe it should be illegal for a woman to feel up against her. She was beginning to think, through the fog in her mind, that it was good she a was a woman. Because it was harder for people to tell when you're horny if you're a girl. Guys can't hide it at all...
The bath seemed to go fairly quickly. The water had been a little chilly, too cool her off; she found that somewhat amusing. Words from the Avril song she hated were floating into her head: You make me so hot... I can hardly breath, you make me wanna scream, you're so fabulous, you're so good to me.
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He left that damn towel wrapped around his waist while he slipped one of his t-shirts onto her. That fucking, shitty-ass towel. By golly get rid of the towel and think of the wonderful sight her eyes would frolic in. But that towel was in the damn way. She wanted to kill that towel, wanted to rip it in half, wanted to stomp it into the ground and--
She was broken out of her anti-towel thoughts by Hiroto pushing her into bed. She was smirking to herself now...
“Hiroto...” she started in.
“Mmm?” He looked at her.
“I notice you didn't offer me any underwear.” She really wanted to laugh right now, but maintained a straight face.
“It's not like you sleep in it anyway.” He winked at her.
He's so fucking hot when he winks like that! I want to eat him alive. Fuck it all! Why must I be sick now~~?!! And does he have to stand right there in front of the closet to put his boxers on??!! That ass... shit his hot ass! I think I want to come back as a gay man in my next life. Oh the things I wold do... Hoshit!
He had crawled in bed beside her and draped an arm across her.
“Here's you iPod...” He held it in the hand that was across her. She always fell asleep to music, they both knew this.
“Thanks~” She said, quickly switching to the Avril song.
I wanna kiss you in the corner, without a sound.
Hiroto was too nosy for his own good and she could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “I thought you hated that song.”
He had heard Tora play it a few times and knew what it was about.
“I do... usually.” She took his arm and pulled it around her tighter.
“Love you.” he said, nestling his forehead into her neck.
“Love you too” asshole. She thought, making me so horny in the middle of the day. Damn, I love you too much....
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She had to stay in bed the next day. Even under Hiroto's care she still felt like shit and was dizzy and couldn't eat much. He called his bandmates to tell them he'd be missing a day (or two) since he was taking care of her. Nao was very understanding and said they would just work on other things while the lovebirds were out feeding each other worms.
But come Monday, she felt a lot better (and really sex deprived). She couldn't wait to pin him to the bed; she wanted to be on top today and had a renewed sense of energy.
Hiroto had gone to bed before her and nodded off while she was in the shower. She didn't even bother drying herself off completely before she flounced into their bedroom and grabbed those handcuffs from the “bottom drawer of sins”. She had to dig through piles of dildos and lube bottles and condoms and cock-rings to find them...
Hiroto didn't know what hit him. When felt adamp mass on top him, though, he realized he'd been handcuffed to their bed.
“Why~~?!” He was practically whining. “I was so good to you for two days and this is what I get~?!”
“You act like you hate it.” she said, biting his ear.
“Eeek! Why are you so lively?! I thought you were sick!!” He was shocked.
“You nursed me back to health. You're such a good doctor. Doctor Hiroto...”
She was grinding herself up against him, getting him real hard so she could torture him later, just the way he liked it. Hiroto secretly liked a little sadism....
and I will let you do anything, again and again...
“You know you love it~” she purred out. Her lips were moving lower and lower down his body and Hiroto's blood was moving from his brain to other places on his body; smaller parts, but just as important.
“Just... be nice?” He asked so much of her...
“Aren't I always nice?” she asked, moving back up to his neck to lick it...
“Yeah, I- I guess.” He was losing his ability to speak.
She pick up the remote on the nightstand and turned on her theme song for the past three days.
Now you're in, you can't get out.
Yes... the best doctor without a Ph.D, Ogata Hiroto. Hehe~
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A/N: That [whatever that was] was just wrong!! ROTFL~ But, I thought it was really amusing so hopefully you found it amusing too. (^_~)
The part about Tora playing the song was because Tora said something about Avril in an interview once. Plus, it's funny as hell to visualize Tora playing Avril songs on his iPod or something. ROTFLMAO!
Hiroto and sadism may be true (my imagination likes to think it is because it's more fun that way, XD):
Hiroto: ...Even painful things, I think of them as something to be happy about. I think that with every painful thing, some happiness can be found within it.
Interviewer: Are you perhaps an M [[Masochist]]?
Hiroto: No, I'm both. (laughs)
Original here: click.
Oh yeah, Hiroto, laugh now. ROTFL!
Comment if you liked this strangeness. (^_^) Merry Christmas everybody!! <3
Written by ZB24
I don't know where this perverted piece of shit came from. ROTFL~
I wrote it many months ago, so it's not my best writing.
I wasn't planning on even posting it, but it seems like everyone's posting crack stories for Christmas (although theirs are related to the holiday). I consider this crack.
Plus, I'm actually sick with a cold and it seemed appropriate. Haha~
It gets hornier as it goes along. (^_~)
Here's the song if you've never heard it: click. [No, I don't like her anymore. I did when I was 12. Shut up. XD]
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She felt like shit. She could hardly keep her eyes open and she was all sweaty. Despite this, she couldn't bring herself to get up off the couch; Too tired. She might just fall asleep on the couch... the couch was really soft... and her eyes were.... couldn't stay open...
The next thing she saw was Hiroto's face. He was crouched over her; Blinking and looking worried.
“Are you okay?” He asked, cautiously.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you asking?” She asked back, her eyebrow arched up.
“Because you fell asleep on the couch and you never sleep on the couch and it's really hot in the apartment today but you don't have a fan on and there's this half eaten bowl of ramen on the coffee table, but you always eat all your ramen... Are you sick?” He finished with a question and reached out to touch her forehead.
“I said I'm fine!” she snapped, swatting his hand away.
“Sorry~ I just wanted to see if you were alright.” He said with a pout before heading off to their bedroom to change. She got up to follow him, but started feeling dizzy and stopped to put a hand to her forehead. Hiroto had looked back and seen her waving around in the middle of the room. He rushed to her side and grasped her shoulders.
“I'm fine, I'm fine...” she mumbled, even though she felt dizzier by the second.
Hiroto reached out to feel her forehead. She was a little warm.
“You're not 'fine', you've got a fever.” he stated.
“It's nothing. The heat probably got me. I'm just a little cold. Just gimme a sweater and I'll be fine, I don't need-”
While she was mumbling and rambling Hiroto had led her into the bathroom and her words were cut off by the rush of water from the bathtub's faucet.
“We're taking a bath, then you're going to go sleep.” Hiroto said, reaching out for her shirt buttons.
“No~” she whined, and languidly swatted at his hand. “This is just an excuse to see me naked!”
“If I wanted to see you naked, I would just say so.” he said, returning to her shirt.
She thought about that statement and realized that Hiroto really would “just say so”.
“W-well I have work to do, I-” Her lips where inhibited by the shirt being brought up over her head.
“You're sick, so just let me take care of you.” He said, letting his hands brush her stomach as he unbuttoned her jeans. The words themselves were fairly brash, but when Hiroto said them they didn't sound that way.
“Okay fine~~” she finally gave in, “but if you try anything I'll-”
“Yeah, yeah~” Hiroto said, leading her over to the tub while ignoring her idle threats.
When he slipped in behind her, she could feel every conceivable part of him up against her back. She felt things that maybe it should be illegal for a woman to feel up against her. She was beginning to think, through the fog in her mind, that it was good she a was a woman. Because it was harder for people to tell when you're horny if you're a girl. Guys can't hide it at all...
The bath seemed to go fairly quickly. The water had been a little chilly, too cool her off; she found that somewhat amusing. Words from the Avril song she hated were floating into her head: You make me so hot... I can hardly breath, you make me wanna scream, you're so fabulous, you're so good to me.
---
He left that damn towel wrapped around his waist while he slipped one of his t-shirts onto her. That fucking, shitty-ass towel. By golly get rid of the towel and think of the wonderful sight her eyes would frolic in. But that towel was in the damn way. She wanted to kill that towel, wanted to rip it in half, wanted to stomp it into the ground and--
She was broken out of her anti-towel thoughts by Hiroto pushing her into bed. She was smirking to herself now...
“Hiroto...” she started in.
“Mmm?” He looked at her.
“I notice you didn't offer me any underwear.” She really wanted to laugh right now, but maintained a straight face.
“It's not like you sleep in it anyway.” He winked at her.
He's so fucking hot when he winks like that! I want to eat him alive. Fuck it all! Why must I be sick now~~?!! And does he have to stand right there in front of the closet to put his boxers on??!! That ass... shit his hot ass! I think I want to come back as a gay man in my next life. Oh the things I wold do... Hoshit!
He had crawled in bed beside her and draped an arm across her.
“Here's you iPod...” He held it in the hand that was across her. She always fell asleep to music, they both knew this.
“Thanks~” She said, quickly switching to the Avril song.
I wanna kiss you in the corner, without a sound.
Hiroto was too nosy for his own good and she could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “I thought you hated that song.”
He had heard Tora play it a few times and knew what it was about.
“I do... usually.” She took his arm and pulled it around her tighter.
“Love you.” he said, nestling his forehead into her neck.
“Love you too” asshole. She thought, making me so horny in the middle of the day. Damn, I love you too much....
---
She had to stay in bed the next day. Even under Hiroto's care she still felt like shit and was dizzy and couldn't eat much. He called his bandmates to tell them he'd be missing a day (or two) since he was taking care of her. Nao was very understanding and said they would just work on other things while the lovebirds were out feeding each other worms.
But come Monday, she felt a lot better (and really sex deprived). She couldn't wait to pin him to the bed; she wanted to be on top today and had a renewed sense of energy.
Hiroto had gone to bed before her and nodded off while she was in the shower. She didn't even bother drying herself off completely before she flounced into their bedroom and grabbed those handcuffs from the “bottom drawer of sins”. She had to dig through piles of dildos and lube bottles and condoms and cock-rings to find them...
Hiroto didn't know what hit him. When felt adamp mass on top him, though, he realized he'd been handcuffed to their bed.
“Why~~?!” He was practically whining. “I was so good to you for two days and this is what I get~?!”
“You act like you hate it.” she said, biting his ear.
“Eeek! Why are you so lively?! I thought you were sick!!” He was shocked.
“You nursed me back to health. You're such a good doctor. Doctor Hiroto...”
She was grinding herself up against him, getting him real hard so she could torture him later, just the way he liked it. Hiroto secretly liked a little sadism....
and I will let you do anything, again and again...
“You know you love it~” she purred out. Her lips were moving lower and lower down his body and Hiroto's blood was moving from his brain to other places on his body; smaller parts, but just as important.
“Just... be nice?” He asked so much of her...
“Aren't I always nice?” she asked, moving back up to his neck to lick it...
“Yeah, I- I guess.” He was losing his ability to speak.
She pick up the remote on the nightstand and turned on her theme song for the past three days.
Now you're in, you can't get out.
Yes... the best doctor without a Ph.D, Ogata Hiroto. Hehe~
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A/N: That [whatever that was] was just wrong!! ROTFL~ But, I thought it was really amusing so hopefully you found it amusing too. (^_~)
The part about Tora playing the song was because Tora said something about Avril in an interview once. Plus, it's funny as hell to visualize Tora playing Avril songs on his iPod or something. ROTFLMAO!
Hiroto and sadism may be true (my imagination likes to think it is because it's more fun that way, XD):
Hiroto: ...Even painful things, I think of them as something to be happy about. I think that with every painful thing, some happiness can be found within it.
Interviewer: Are you perhaps an M [[Masochist]]?
Hiroto: No, I'm both. (laughs)
Original here: click.
Oh yeah, Hiroto, laugh now. ROTFL!
Comment if you liked this strangeness. (^_^) Merry Christmas everybody!! <3