February- Perfect Exposure
Author: bar_ohki
Title: Perfect Exposure
Rating: M for smex!
Summary: It all started as an innocent accident, really.
Pairings: HiruMamo
Warnings: Naked people and clueless virgins!
Notes: My mother was the inspiration for this one. She has a particular fondness for what she calls the ‘Grumpy Penguin’ which is the character featured on the boxers in this story. As for the sex part (which my mother had nothing to do with), I will warn you that this is my first sex scene in a long while and I’m trying to keep it fairly realistic and in character (namely we’re dealing with virgin!Mamori and virgin!Hiruma).
Perfect Exposure
“What’s this?” Mamori remarked as she looked at the door to the locker room. There was a little notice on the door that proclaimed that violating the locker room etiquette would result in immediate expulsion from the team followed by a series of hellish punishments from Hiruma.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Mamori-neechan.” Sena assured her as he walked by.
“What is the locker room etiquette?” Mamori couldn’t help but to wonder.
“We’re not supposed to talk about anyone’s choice of underwear, towels, or…” Sena paused as he searched for the right word, “bodies.”
“Was there an issue?” Mamori glanced at the notice again.
“No.” Sena shook his head. “But Hiruma-sempai has been constantly reminding us of it lately.”
“Ah, okay then.” Mamori smiled and decided to dismiss the notice from her mind. She went back to her usual cleaning rounds. Team members drifted into the clubhouse, greeting Mamori as they walked by. Mamori often responded to the greetings with one of her own.
“’Morning, fucking manager.” Hiruma greeted her as he walked into the locker room.
“Hiruma!” Mamori snapped at him, already aggravated with his name calling. Hiruma shut the door on her, leaving her to fume quietly in the clubhouse proper. Mamori resumed her cleaning with a new found anger that put a little extra force in her swings of the broom.
It was not unusual to hear bangs and the occasional yelp from the locker room. But when there was a loud crash followed by deadly silence, Mamori couldn’t help but to wonder what had happened this time.
“Yowch!” Sena yelped extra loudly after a few more seconds. Mamori gasped, her mothering instincts kicking in, and was pulling open the locker room door before her mind could even comprehend what she was doing. In her mad dash into the locker room, Mamori hadn’t taken the time to think about the fact that the players might not have any clothes on. She hadn’t taken the time to think that there might be something on the floor to trip on either.
When Mamori came barreling into the locker room, she tripped on someone’s discarded sock and went flying into someone’s back. Mamori tried to gain purchase by grabbing onto the person she had just crashed into, so she managed to get two fistfuls of their pants. But because she was already off balance and stretched out, Mamori went crashing to the floor, pulling the pants down with her.
Mamori blinked twice, in her hands was not a pair of pants, but a pair of boxers. A pair of Badtz-Maru print boxers. They were really comfortable feeling under her fingers, she faintly wished her own underwear was this comfortable.
“Cute.” Mamori couldn’t help but to comment; the boxers really were cute.
The room fell into silence again, this one tense and awkward.
“I-I’ll see you on the field!” Yukimitsu announced, breaking the silence. Within another minute, there was a mass exodus from the room, leaving Mamori and the person whose boxers she had just pulled down alone in the locker room.
“S-Sorry.” Mamori muttered, too embarrassed to look up and see who the victim was. The boy stepped out of his boxers and crouched down in front of Mamori, giving her an excellent view of his manhood. Mamori couldn’t help but to stare, she had never seen a real, naked penis this close before.
“What am I going to do with you?” Hiruma asked her, his voice sounding annoyed. Mamori looked up with a gasp, staring at the completely naked quaterback. Hiruma was one of those wiry muscle guys, who didn’t look nearly as strong as he was. His body was lean and his muscles rippled under the flesh.
Words were gone from both Mamori’s mind and mouth as she continued to stare at Hiruma. Her crotch was on fire, demanding she spread her legs right now. Hiruma’s expression was unreadable as he looked at her with a penetrating gaze.
“You are in trouble, manager,” Hiruma told her after a long pause, “so very, very much trouble.” Hiruma’s voice had a deadly, serious edge that made Mamori shiver involuntarily.
“Sorry.” Mamori muttered again, her eyes betraying her. She wasn’t really sorry that she was seeing this, she wanted to see this, in fact she wanted to be apart of this.
“You just made humiliated me in front of all of my comrades,” Hiruma told her, his voice steely, “and for that you are about to pay dearly.”
Mamori wasn’t listening anymore, her mind had gone blank and her instincts and hormones had taken over. She reached out and touched Hiruma’s knee. Under her hand she felt the strong, hard muscles and the sharp, sturdy bones. Hiruma smacked her hand away, growling.
“What the fuck is with you!?” Hiruma roared, finally realizing what was going on in Mamori’s head. Originally the demon had thought that Mamori had been stunned by either the hit to her head or by the fact that she had just exposed one of the football players. No, she had fallen prey to her own instincts and desires; desires for him and his naked body.
Right now, Hiruma was sincerely wishing he had more experience with horny girls.
“…You don’t want me?” Mamori asked him as she stared forlornly at the hand he had smacked aside. If Hiruma was an honest person, he would have admitted that he wanted her very, very much right then and there. But Hiruma was not an honest person. “No I-!” Hiruma was cut off when he realized that his lie was in vain. The hormones in his body had finally caught up with the situation and decided to make his crock hard. Mamori only smiled that sweet, knowing smile that mothers used when they found children caught red handed.
“…Fuck it!” Hiruma muttered. “Get fucking naked already!” He ordered her, glaring at her offending clothes.
“That’s not a nice thing to say.” Mamori commented, her common sense, slowly returning.
“This is your punishment, fucking manager,” Hiruma leaned forward, his voice husky, “and I better damn well get some satisfaction out of this.”
Mamori then realized, as clear as day, that she was about to have sex with Hiruma Youichi as punishment for breaking locker room etiquette.
“W-wait a minute!” Mamori was red as a tomato. “We can’t just do that right now!”
“You want it.” Hiruma pointed out, giving her an unamused expression. Mamori’s blush got even redder when she realized it was true. “I’m going to get a fucking condom, when I get back you’re going to be naked.” Hiruma threw a red towel around his waist and walked into the clubhouse, shutting the door behind him.
“You’re serious!?” Mamori gasped, mortified. She was frozen in the resulting inner-tension. Part of her had been crushing after Hiruma for some time and was looking forward to having sex with him. Another part of her was completely horrified at the thought of losing her virginity. A third, more practical part of her, faintly wondered if either of them really knew how sex worked.
Hiruma shut a drawer really loudly on the other side of the door as a warning. Mamori gulped and decided, against her more sensible part’s better judgment, to take off her clothes. Her fingers were nervous and uncertain, making her unbuttoning her shirt extremely difficult. Two long fingered hands replaced her own and began to quickly take care of her button problem. Mamori knew exactly who the hands belonged to and said nothing as she hung her head in shame.
“…Fuck.” Hiruma muttered again, sounding more exasperated than anything else. Was it really so difficult to decide whether or not you wanted sex?
“...Is this okay?” Mamori asked him, her mind filling with doubt and fear again. Hiruma sighed and dropped the front ends of her shirt. He reached out and hugged her, surprising Mamori.
“It’s only going to be okay if we both want it.” Hiruma told her simply. Even someone as twisted as Hiruma had morals and limits, he had no intention of becoming a rapist.
“…Call me by my name then.” Mamori told Hiruma as she finally relaxed and accepted his advances.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes then!” Hiruma smirked like an excited kid as he pulled her shirt off to get a good look at her bra. It was a lacey white one, it fit her in such a cliché way that it almost hurt to look at it. Hiruma simply growled at the offending piece of underwear, not bothering to attempt to remove it. Mamori reached behind and unclasped the bra, not really wanting to know what a pissy, horny Hiruma was like. During that time Hiruma undid her skirt and pulled that off without any trouble.
“Rocket Bear panties.” Hiruma blinked, he hadn’t been expecting that.
“You wear Badtz-Maru boxers.” Mamori pointed out giving Hiruma a flat look.
“…They’re comfortable.” Hiruma explained gruffly as he pulled her shoes and socks off. “Getting chaffed fucking sucks; comfortable boxers are critical in a football match, not that you would know that.”
“My panties are comfortable,” Mamori countered, “and one part of you seems to like them a lot….” Mamori looked right at the bulge under Hiruma’s towel. Hiruma hissed and removed the panties before that conversation could continue any further. Mamori reached over and pulled off Hiruma’s towel, making them both naked before one another. Both couldn’t help but to look at the other’s body.
Unlike Hiruma, who had a hard body with sharp features, Mamori had a soft body with gentile curves. He noticed that her curls were wet, which stirred something in his groin. She was ready for him. Carefully he reached out and touched her body, feeling her soft, smooth skin tremble underneath his light touch. Hiruma savored not just the feel of her skin, but he enjoyed the sharp pangs from his groin which screamed with male satisfaction much, much more.
When Hiruma’s fingers touched her belly, Mamori felt like he had lit her body on fire. Hiruma’s finger tips were rough from the coulisses that came from handling footballs and guns on a frequent basis. Her skin had become hyper-sensitive, his touches causing her to shiver involuntarily. She gasped as his fingers trailed lower and lower, eventually stopping just above her wet curls.
Hiruma stopped himself before he did something dumb, like plunge into her without a condom. You couldn’t have sex with a girl you hadn’t kissed before, could you? Hiruma leaned forward and sloppily kissed Mamori’s lips.
Mamori stiffened when Hiruma kissed her, her body full of shock. It was a quick, wet kiss; more of a knocking of lips together than an actual kiss. With a small shake of her head, Mamori reached out and set her hand on Hiruma’s cheek, freezing his movements.
“That’s not how you kiss a girl.” Mamori tissked at him. She leaned forward pressing her lips against his, firmly and fully. Hiruma’s hands abandoned her abdomen in favor of her waist and her hair. It did not take long for Hiruma to return the kiss with a passion she had only seen him use with football. He made some sort of male noise that fried her senses and sent her into a frenzy. She found herself smashing her body into his and grinding up and down on him slowly. Her legs spread automatically, allowing her to rub her groin directly against his stomach, creating a sweet, stirring sensation.
Hiruma lost almost all rational thought when Mamori started grinding on him. His instincts and body knew exactly what had to happen next, or he was going to come before he could get inside of her. The last of Hiruma’s rational thoughts managed to get him to put on the condom (hopefully correctly) and pour some lube on it.
All of rational thought was lost for both of them when Mamori’s grinding slid her virgin opening right against the tip of Hiruma’s painfully hard crock. Hiruma let out a growl and grabbed her hips, plunging into her without any hesitation.
Mamori screamed in agony as something too big shoved itself up a too small opening in her body. She felt like her insides were being literally torn apart. Hiruma came to a halt, his expression going from one of lust and pleasure into one of terror and dismay. Tears fell down Mamori’s face, she couldn’t help it, the pain was too great.
The one thing Hiruma was certain of was that when two people had sex, it was supposed to be a pleasurable experience for both parties. Obliviously he had done something wrong, but he didn’t know what. Mamori took several deep breaths, trying to calm her heart beat and ease the pain.
“Ungh!” Mamori muttered as she shifted around, trying to find a more comfortable position. Feeling his dick shifting inside her along with her body was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasurable either. Hiruma pulled himself out, feeling guilty and ashamed. The condom he was wearing had been blue, but now it was covered with droplets of red blood. Hiruma simply paled at the sight of it.
“Get back here.” Mamori glared at Hiruma before he could get too far away. Hiruma stared back at her, unsure of what to do. “Get back here!” Mamori snapped at him, not liking the feeling of being empty. She bucked her hips to show Hiruma what she meant.
After a few breaths, Hiruma positioned himself at her entrance again. This time he felt uncertain and hesitant; he didn’t want to hurt her and he didn’t want to live with the burden of having hurt her.
On the other hand, Mamori had grown impatient with Hiruma’s new found hesitation. She found herself grabbing his hips and forcing him inside her. Hiruma shuddered as he felt waves of pleasure roll over his body. The sensations from his crock made anything he had ever done masturbating seem dull and senseless. Once Hiruma was fully inside her, Mamori found herself squirming around trying to get into a better, more comfortable position.
Mamori gasped loudly when his manhood brushed against a very sensitive spot inside her. Her body shook and the world rocked. Hiruma’s eyes widened in mild surprise while his mind, having quickly realized what had just happened, already began to spin up a new plan. Hiruma pulled back and pushed himself in, managing to hit that spot within her again.
Throwing her head back to yell, Mamori saw stars as her body shook with immense pleasure. Hiruma grunted contently, making it almost sound as though he had intended all of these events to happen as they had. Mamori growled back at him.
“Youichi!” Mamori called his name warningly, having come off her pleasure high. Hiruma smirked at her again and began to pull in and out of her. Mamori, soon becoming addicted to the pleasures of sex, began to shift herself with him. Both feel into a rhythm of pleasure, both muttering and growling animalistic sounds.
“Faster!” Mamori demanded, her body screaming along with her voice. Hiruma made some kind of half-barking noise and complied. Soon their rhythm feel apart as the two grew more and more desperate to reach their climaxes. Mamori screamed his name while he screamed something feral and bestial as they rode the final waves of pleasure.
The two collapsed on the floor, panting from exertion.
“Fuck.” Hiruma muttered, mustering the strength to pull out of her one last time.
“Tired yourself out before practice, hmm?” Mamori somehow found the strength to tease him.
“Mamori-!” Hiruma hissed at her, his voice raw and feral.
“Yeah?” Mamori asked, caught off guard by him actually using her name.
“You’re cleaning up his mess.” Hiruma told her and stood up.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Mamori snapped, climbing to her feet sluggishly.
“I’m late enough as is-” Hiruma looked her in the eye, “-and I have to come up with some convincing shit to fool the idiots with!”
“What are you going to tell them!?” Mamori’s imagination went rampant with all the possibilities of what Hiruma might tell the team.
There was a loud clack of a toolbox hitting the ground. Both turned and saw Musashi standing in the open doorway to the locker room with an expression of shock.
“…I guess that explains the screaming.” Musashi commented after a moment and shut the door.
_=_=_=_=_=_
And I’ll leave your imagination to figure out what they did after that.
For those who don’t know, Badtz-Maru is the grumpy looking penguin from the Hello Kitty product line.
Title: Perfect Exposure
Rating: M for smex!
Summary: It all started as an innocent accident, really.
Pairings: HiruMamo
Warnings: Naked people and clueless virgins!
Notes: My mother was the inspiration for this one. She has a particular fondness for what she calls the ‘Grumpy Penguin’ which is the character featured on the boxers in this story. As for the sex part (which my mother had nothing to do with), I will warn you that this is my first sex scene in a long while and I’m trying to keep it fairly realistic and in character (namely we’re dealing with virgin!Mamori and virgin!Hiruma).
Perfect Exposure
“What’s this?” Mamori remarked as she looked at the door to the locker room. There was a little notice on the door that proclaimed that violating the locker room etiquette would result in immediate expulsion from the team followed by a series of hellish punishments from Hiruma.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Mamori-neechan.” Sena assured her as he walked by.
“What is the locker room etiquette?” Mamori couldn’t help but to wonder.
“We’re not supposed to talk about anyone’s choice of underwear, towels, or…” Sena paused as he searched for the right word, “bodies.”
“Was there an issue?” Mamori glanced at the notice again.
“No.” Sena shook his head. “But Hiruma-sempai has been constantly reminding us of it lately.”
“Ah, okay then.” Mamori smiled and decided to dismiss the notice from her mind. She went back to her usual cleaning rounds. Team members drifted into the clubhouse, greeting Mamori as they walked by. Mamori often responded to the greetings with one of her own.
“’Morning, fucking manager.” Hiruma greeted her as he walked into the locker room.
“Hiruma!” Mamori snapped at him, already aggravated with his name calling. Hiruma shut the door on her, leaving her to fume quietly in the clubhouse proper. Mamori resumed her cleaning with a new found anger that put a little extra force in her swings of the broom.
It was not unusual to hear bangs and the occasional yelp from the locker room. But when there was a loud crash followed by deadly silence, Mamori couldn’t help but to wonder what had happened this time.
“Yowch!” Sena yelped extra loudly after a few more seconds. Mamori gasped, her mothering instincts kicking in, and was pulling open the locker room door before her mind could even comprehend what she was doing. In her mad dash into the locker room, Mamori hadn’t taken the time to think about the fact that the players might not have any clothes on. She hadn’t taken the time to think that there might be something on the floor to trip on either.
When Mamori came barreling into the locker room, she tripped on someone’s discarded sock and went flying into someone’s back. Mamori tried to gain purchase by grabbing onto the person she had just crashed into, so she managed to get two fistfuls of their pants. But because she was already off balance and stretched out, Mamori went crashing to the floor, pulling the pants down with her.
Mamori blinked twice, in her hands was not a pair of pants, but a pair of boxers. A pair of Badtz-Maru print boxers. They were really comfortable feeling under her fingers, she faintly wished her own underwear was this comfortable.
“Cute.” Mamori couldn’t help but to comment; the boxers really were cute.
The room fell into silence again, this one tense and awkward.
“I-I’ll see you on the field!” Yukimitsu announced, breaking the silence. Within another minute, there was a mass exodus from the room, leaving Mamori and the person whose boxers she had just pulled down alone in the locker room.
“S-Sorry.” Mamori muttered, too embarrassed to look up and see who the victim was. The boy stepped out of his boxers and crouched down in front of Mamori, giving her an excellent view of his manhood. Mamori couldn’t help but to stare, she had never seen a real, naked penis this close before.
“What am I going to do with you?” Hiruma asked her, his voice sounding annoyed. Mamori looked up with a gasp, staring at the completely naked quaterback. Hiruma was one of those wiry muscle guys, who didn’t look nearly as strong as he was. His body was lean and his muscles rippled under the flesh.
Words were gone from both Mamori’s mind and mouth as she continued to stare at Hiruma. Her crotch was on fire, demanding she spread her legs right now. Hiruma’s expression was unreadable as he looked at her with a penetrating gaze.
“You are in trouble, manager,” Hiruma told her after a long pause, “so very, very much trouble.” Hiruma’s voice had a deadly, serious edge that made Mamori shiver involuntarily.
“Sorry.” Mamori muttered again, her eyes betraying her. She wasn’t really sorry that she was seeing this, she wanted to see this, in fact she wanted to be apart of this.
“You just made humiliated me in front of all of my comrades,” Hiruma told her, his voice steely, “and for that you are about to pay dearly.”
Mamori wasn’t listening anymore, her mind had gone blank and her instincts and hormones had taken over. She reached out and touched Hiruma’s knee. Under her hand she felt the strong, hard muscles and the sharp, sturdy bones. Hiruma smacked her hand away, growling.
“What the fuck is with you!?” Hiruma roared, finally realizing what was going on in Mamori’s head. Originally the demon had thought that Mamori had been stunned by either the hit to her head or by the fact that she had just exposed one of the football players. No, she had fallen prey to her own instincts and desires; desires for him and his naked body.
Right now, Hiruma was sincerely wishing he had more experience with horny girls.
“…You don’t want me?” Mamori asked him as she stared forlornly at the hand he had smacked aside. If Hiruma was an honest person, he would have admitted that he wanted her very, very much right then and there. But Hiruma was not an honest person. “No I-!” Hiruma was cut off when he realized that his lie was in vain. The hormones in his body had finally caught up with the situation and decided to make his crock hard. Mamori only smiled that sweet, knowing smile that mothers used when they found children caught red handed.
“…Fuck it!” Hiruma muttered. “Get fucking naked already!” He ordered her, glaring at her offending clothes.
“That’s not a nice thing to say.” Mamori commented, her common sense, slowly returning.
“This is your punishment, fucking manager,” Hiruma leaned forward, his voice husky, “and I better damn well get some satisfaction out of this.”
Mamori then realized, as clear as day, that she was about to have sex with Hiruma Youichi as punishment for breaking locker room etiquette.
“W-wait a minute!” Mamori was red as a tomato. “We can’t just do that right now!”
“You want it.” Hiruma pointed out, giving her an unamused expression. Mamori’s blush got even redder when she realized it was true. “I’m going to get a fucking condom, when I get back you’re going to be naked.” Hiruma threw a red towel around his waist and walked into the clubhouse, shutting the door behind him.
“You’re serious!?” Mamori gasped, mortified. She was frozen in the resulting inner-tension. Part of her had been crushing after Hiruma for some time and was looking forward to having sex with him. Another part of her was completely horrified at the thought of losing her virginity. A third, more practical part of her, faintly wondered if either of them really knew how sex worked.
Hiruma shut a drawer really loudly on the other side of the door as a warning. Mamori gulped and decided, against her more sensible part’s better judgment, to take off her clothes. Her fingers were nervous and uncertain, making her unbuttoning her shirt extremely difficult. Two long fingered hands replaced her own and began to quickly take care of her button problem. Mamori knew exactly who the hands belonged to and said nothing as she hung her head in shame.
“…Fuck.” Hiruma muttered again, sounding more exasperated than anything else. Was it really so difficult to decide whether or not you wanted sex?
“...Is this okay?” Mamori asked him, her mind filling with doubt and fear again. Hiruma sighed and dropped the front ends of her shirt. He reached out and hugged her, surprising Mamori.
“It’s only going to be okay if we both want it.” Hiruma told her simply. Even someone as twisted as Hiruma had morals and limits, he had no intention of becoming a rapist.
“…Call me by my name then.” Mamori told Hiruma as she finally relaxed and accepted his advances.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes then!” Hiruma smirked like an excited kid as he pulled her shirt off to get a good look at her bra. It was a lacey white one, it fit her in such a cliché way that it almost hurt to look at it. Hiruma simply growled at the offending piece of underwear, not bothering to attempt to remove it. Mamori reached behind and unclasped the bra, not really wanting to know what a pissy, horny Hiruma was like. During that time Hiruma undid her skirt and pulled that off without any trouble.
“Rocket Bear panties.” Hiruma blinked, he hadn’t been expecting that.
“You wear Badtz-Maru boxers.” Mamori pointed out giving Hiruma a flat look.
“…They’re comfortable.” Hiruma explained gruffly as he pulled her shoes and socks off. “Getting chaffed fucking sucks; comfortable boxers are critical in a football match, not that you would know that.”
“My panties are comfortable,” Mamori countered, “and one part of you seems to like them a lot….” Mamori looked right at the bulge under Hiruma’s towel. Hiruma hissed and removed the panties before that conversation could continue any further. Mamori reached over and pulled off Hiruma’s towel, making them both naked before one another. Both couldn’t help but to look at the other’s body.
Unlike Hiruma, who had a hard body with sharp features, Mamori had a soft body with gentile curves. He noticed that her curls were wet, which stirred something in his groin. She was ready for him. Carefully he reached out and touched her body, feeling her soft, smooth skin tremble underneath his light touch. Hiruma savored not just the feel of her skin, but he enjoyed the sharp pangs from his groin which screamed with male satisfaction much, much more.
When Hiruma’s fingers touched her belly, Mamori felt like he had lit her body on fire. Hiruma’s finger tips were rough from the coulisses that came from handling footballs and guns on a frequent basis. Her skin had become hyper-sensitive, his touches causing her to shiver involuntarily. She gasped as his fingers trailed lower and lower, eventually stopping just above her wet curls.
Hiruma stopped himself before he did something dumb, like plunge into her without a condom. You couldn’t have sex with a girl you hadn’t kissed before, could you? Hiruma leaned forward and sloppily kissed Mamori’s lips.
Mamori stiffened when Hiruma kissed her, her body full of shock. It was a quick, wet kiss; more of a knocking of lips together than an actual kiss. With a small shake of her head, Mamori reached out and set her hand on Hiruma’s cheek, freezing his movements.
“That’s not how you kiss a girl.” Mamori tissked at him. She leaned forward pressing her lips against his, firmly and fully. Hiruma’s hands abandoned her abdomen in favor of her waist and her hair. It did not take long for Hiruma to return the kiss with a passion she had only seen him use with football. He made some sort of male noise that fried her senses and sent her into a frenzy. She found herself smashing her body into his and grinding up and down on him slowly. Her legs spread automatically, allowing her to rub her groin directly against his stomach, creating a sweet, stirring sensation.
Hiruma lost almost all rational thought when Mamori started grinding on him. His instincts and body knew exactly what had to happen next, or he was going to come before he could get inside of her. The last of Hiruma’s rational thoughts managed to get him to put on the condom (hopefully correctly) and pour some lube on it.
All of rational thought was lost for both of them when Mamori’s grinding slid her virgin opening right against the tip of Hiruma’s painfully hard crock. Hiruma let out a growl and grabbed her hips, plunging into her without any hesitation.
Mamori screamed in agony as something too big shoved itself up a too small opening in her body. She felt like her insides were being literally torn apart. Hiruma came to a halt, his expression going from one of lust and pleasure into one of terror and dismay. Tears fell down Mamori’s face, she couldn’t help it, the pain was too great.
The one thing Hiruma was certain of was that when two people had sex, it was supposed to be a pleasurable experience for both parties. Obliviously he had done something wrong, but he didn’t know what. Mamori took several deep breaths, trying to calm her heart beat and ease the pain.
“Ungh!” Mamori muttered as she shifted around, trying to find a more comfortable position. Feeling his dick shifting inside her along with her body was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasurable either. Hiruma pulled himself out, feeling guilty and ashamed. The condom he was wearing had been blue, but now it was covered with droplets of red blood. Hiruma simply paled at the sight of it.
“Get back here.” Mamori glared at Hiruma before he could get too far away. Hiruma stared back at her, unsure of what to do. “Get back here!” Mamori snapped at him, not liking the feeling of being empty. She bucked her hips to show Hiruma what she meant.
After a few breaths, Hiruma positioned himself at her entrance again. This time he felt uncertain and hesitant; he didn’t want to hurt her and he didn’t want to live with the burden of having hurt her.
On the other hand, Mamori had grown impatient with Hiruma’s new found hesitation. She found herself grabbing his hips and forcing him inside her. Hiruma shuddered as he felt waves of pleasure roll over his body. The sensations from his crock made anything he had ever done masturbating seem dull and senseless. Once Hiruma was fully inside her, Mamori found herself squirming around trying to get into a better, more comfortable position.
Mamori gasped loudly when his manhood brushed against a very sensitive spot inside her. Her body shook and the world rocked. Hiruma’s eyes widened in mild surprise while his mind, having quickly realized what had just happened, already began to spin up a new plan. Hiruma pulled back and pushed himself in, managing to hit that spot within her again.
Throwing her head back to yell, Mamori saw stars as her body shook with immense pleasure. Hiruma grunted contently, making it almost sound as though he had intended all of these events to happen as they had. Mamori growled back at him.
“Youichi!” Mamori called his name warningly, having come off her pleasure high. Hiruma smirked at her again and began to pull in and out of her. Mamori, soon becoming addicted to the pleasures of sex, began to shift herself with him. Both feel into a rhythm of pleasure, both muttering and growling animalistic sounds.
“Faster!” Mamori demanded, her body screaming along with her voice. Hiruma made some kind of half-barking noise and complied. Soon their rhythm feel apart as the two grew more and more desperate to reach their climaxes. Mamori screamed his name while he screamed something feral and bestial as they rode the final waves of pleasure.
The two collapsed on the floor, panting from exertion.
“Fuck.” Hiruma muttered, mustering the strength to pull out of her one last time.
“Tired yourself out before practice, hmm?” Mamori somehow found the strength to tease him.
“Mamori-!” Hiruma hissed at her, his voice raw and feral.
“Yeah?” Mamori asked, caught off guard by him actually using her name.
“You’re cleaning up his mess.” Hiruma told her and stood up.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Mamori snapped, climbing to her feet sluggishly.
“I’m late enough as is-” Hiruma looked her in the eye, “-and I have to come up with some convincing shit to fool the idiots with!”
“What are you going to tell them!?” Mamori’s imagination went rampant with all the possibilities of what Hiruma might tell the team.
There was a loud clack of a toolbox hitting the ground. Both turned and saw Musashi standing in the open doorway to the locker room with an expression of shock.
“…I guess that explains the screaming.” Musashi commented after a moment and shut the door.
_=_=_=_=_=_
And I’ll leave your imagination to figure out what they did after that.
For those who don’t know, Badtz-Maru is the grumpy looking penguin from the Hello Kitty product line.