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It’s supposed to be a romantic night. Supposed to be. Hizashi gets to spend the night at Nemuri’s, alone, just the two of them. A sleepover between lovers, no innuendo about it. They’re taking things slow right now, barely having been together a week. Just dates. Good dates, but dates, with nothing happening below the belt. Or, really, above…
And Hizashi isn’t a patient guy, unfortunately. He’s pretending to be, because he really wants this to work out, but he isn’t. He wants her, and he wants her bad. He wants to show her a good time, to treat her how she deserves to be treated, inside and out. He wants to make sure she’s safe, and taken care of, and comfortable.
But now, standing outside of her home with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he’s the most patient man in the world. Air is still, caught right in his throat, stopping him from calling out after the third knock. Is he sweating? They’ve known each other since highschool, it’s not like this is new--the sleepovers--it's just a new context for them. Yet that almost makes it worse.
She appears in the doorway, and- woahhh…
“I’m so sorry.” She looks frazzled, apologetic. “I forgot. I’m just getting out of the shower. Can you wait for me a second?”
“You…” He hesitates. “ Oh.” She forgot about their plans. Their date. That’s fine, he just needs to focus. “I can…come back.”
He finally gets a good look at her, gaze draping down her figure and taking stock of what he’s working with. She’s wrapped in only a towel, skin still pilling with water droplets and wet hair cascading down her back. She smells like warm, running water and a little bit like lilacs and lotion. There’s a slight pout on her face, from genuine apology…
Hizashi really needs to get looser pants.
“No, no, you’re here now.” She tells him. Her skin is slightly flushed. “Let me just get dressed. I’m sorry I forgot. I didn’t even make dinner…”
“That’s fine.” He immediately shakes his head. “Go get dressed, I’ll stay right outside.”
Like a dog on a leash, he is. Hizashi is absolutely, undeniably whipped by this woman, even as she closes the door in his face. He should be more ashamed of himself, but he just can’t be. Roses petals fall to his feet--love me, love me not. Girls like roses, right?
Nevermind. He can’t afford to overthink, he already spent the car ride up here doing just that. Sweaty palmed, nervous, all day. All day. He could barely get himself dressed without panicking. He wasn’t expecting to get lucky tonight, just dinner and a movie before bed, but he’s surely dressed for both, yeah? Flannel, a t-shirt, sweatpants, and a stupid amount of rings on his fingers. Jewelry is always a good fidget for him.
Arms wrap around his neck, and before he can think again, he squeaks. A giggle flutters into his ear and he feels the warmth of her chest pressed against his upper back. He turns his head, craning his neck to get a better view up at the woman above him.
And Woah. “Get inside, it’s cold.” Nemuri’s beautiful.
She’s always been beautiful, that’s not her fault, but right now, dressed in just a college sweatshirt and bike shorts, she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. She’s casual; these are clearly whatever clothes she had laid out for a private night in, not wanting to leave him waiting too long to change routine. He stands up, making sure to make eye contact. Is Hizashi drooling? Shit, he may be drooling. Her top half is shapeless, hidden under the baggy fabric, but her lower half is near fully exposed. Her thighs puff out from under the spandex material, and if he could just get her to turn around…
He clears his throat as he steps inside her home, handing over the flowers with care. “These are pretty, Yamada.” He croons at the praise. “Let me find a vase…”
She doesn’t have any makeup on, he noticed. He hasn’t seen her with a bare face yet, though she doesn’t look that much different. Somehow, she looks more beautiful without it. He blinks air back into his lungs, already feeling like he made a fool of himself.
She grabs his bicep before leaning in to kiss his cheek. She knows that he likes it when she touches his muscles. He always tries to “subtly” flex. It’s not very subtle. “Are you hungry?” she asks. “We could order in. Sorry I didn’t make anything.”
His hands hover like it's a middle school dance, not sure what he’s allowed to touch. They haven’t even kissed fully yet, just pecks. “That sounds fine.”
“What are you thinking about?” She asks him, setting the flowers down on the coffee table as she searches any spare cabinet for a vase. “I can tell that your brain is somewhere else.”
“You.” Because saying ‘ I’m thinking about taking you upstairs’ isn’t very gentlemanly.
“Oh yeah?” She giggles, pulling out a vase that looks more like a chalice, and filling it with water. “What about me?”
“Oh, nothing…” He can save this, despite the way she’s tempting him. The way she stands, bends, stretches, moves…he has to focus. He shouldn’t be sporting a chub right now, he’s supposed to be dating! He can save this, and look nothing like the pervert that he is, right? “Just the fact that you haven’t eaten yet, and it's almost 9pm.”
Saved it. She sighs, grumbles. She lightly stomps her foot behind her, petulant. It's cute.. “...you and your appetite.”
“Me and my need to make sure you’re taken care of.” He looks surprised that he was even able to come up with such vocabulary. He’s a voice hero, sure, but romantic talk isn’t his specialty.
“Go pick a movie,” She dismisses with a flick of her wrist. “I’ll get dinner handled…”
She can handle herself, and her dinner plans. Hizashi is merely a guest in this home, and as a good guest, he’ll scurry off with his tails between his legs to the couch, trying his hardest to hide the hopefully-not-so-obvious sprout between his legs. He adjusts his sweats, trying his best to hide what she might not even be able to see. Her couch is comfortable, soft, a little too expensive. Plush and fuzzy. He sits, stiff as a board as he fumbles with the remote.
Do girls play games with romance? Is he supposed to pick something sensitive, fun? Does she even like movies? Surely, she likes movies…Hizashi has too many opinions about movies, though, so he should pick something that he won’t talk over. Action flick…no, dinosaurs absolutely not…
He settles on a documentary about penguins. Girls like penguins. Hizashi can zone out about penguins.
“Pizza is on its way.” she tells him from the entryway. “I hope that’s alright.”
“That’s perfectly fine.” He shakes his head in affirmation.
She isn’t shy as she sits at the other end of the cough, resting her legs on his lap. She has good legs. Strong, fitting, tight-lipped and muscular, hidden underneath a layer of plush that has Hizashi trying to subtly adjust under the covers of his pants.
The way that the meat of her thighs bulges out from under her shorts, the slight peach fuzz at the top in places usually covered by her sheer tights, the pinkish hue- the smell of her perfume- the-
“I like this one a lot.” This movie, She says, resting her cheek on her hand. Her nails are bare, taking a tolerance break from the usual acrylic. “You have good taste.”
Once the pizza gets here, Hizashi could give less of a shit about penguins, even if they’re cute. He could give less of a shit about eating pizza, even. No, instead, he’s watching her from the corner of his eye as she eats, gets comfortable. Cozy. The way she smiles at the first bite, the way she squirms on the couch and holds the food close, the way she’s careful about any spills--
“I can feel you poking me, you know.” She smiles at him as she wipes the grease off of her fingers.
“P-poking you-?!” Shit. Shit shit shit. “No, no, It’s-”
She shuffles her feet, and the backs of her knees brush against Hizashi’s crotch. It’s not a full boner, really, but it's enough that he bites his lip.
“I-I’m sorry, you just- you look
really
pretty tonight.” He’s fucking this up. He’s fucking this up
bad
. “We don’t have to do anything, you can ignore it-”
“Did you…bring a condom?”
“...Did I…hm?” He croaks.
She sets down the crust of her slice in the box, and wipes her lip on her sleeve. “Do you have a condom, I asked.”
His throat is dry. He has to shake his head. He knew that if he brought one, even tucked in his wallet, it would burn a hole in his pocket and he wouldn’t stop thinking about it. “...No.” He sighs. Idiot idiot idiot. “But my mouth works just fine. Or my fingers.” He gives a very stupid jazz hands motion, an attempt to make him look less like a virgin at 30. It makes her laugh.
She readjusts, tucking her legs under herself in a kneel, making a little distance. “You find me sexy like this?” It’s a prompt for him to keep talking, to hopefully get him to calm down.
He nods, without hesitation. “You’re really beautiful, Nem..”
Before he can stop himself, he’s leaning in to kiss her. Just a peck. It makes her laugh, amused by his forwardness now that he’s been acknowledged. Another one. And then a third, and a fourth, like a chicken. Little pecks against her lips as he tries to find somewhere to put his hands. She’s in a fit of giggles, her lips slightly parted to show her teeth. Hizashi knows that's his opening to catch her.
He captures her in a kiss, a little slower, a little open. His hands find her waist, and they still. A question. Is this okay? She reaches her arms around his neck. Yes .
Pull and push and pull and push, both of their hands being slightly more daring. A quiet, nonverbal conversation. His hands go up to her ribs, and finds that she’s braless. Her hands go to his neck, and she can feel how fast his heart is pumping.
He moans in front of her teeth. She even tastes sweet. She just giggles, again.
She pulls back with half-lidded eyes to look at his wide ones. He’s clearly a little loopy, breaths coming in stuttered puffs and gaze a bit hazy. He wants her. He needs her.
“You said your mouth works fine?” She tilts her head, hair falling over her shoulders. It’s still a little damp.
Hizashi nods. “Oh yeah, great- great setup.” Like a dork. “I’m like a human vibrator.”
That makes her laugh harder, a chortle deep from within her chest. She has to cover her face. “Hizashi…”
“What? It’s honest.” His laugh even takes her breath away.
“You keep making me laugh…” She lightly pushes his shoulder. “It’s hard to seduce you when you keep making me laugh! ”
“You’re seducing me just fine.” He sighs, going to take one of her little curls in his finger and pull. Lightly, of course, just to watch it bounce back up.
“Be serious …” She sighs, though she isn’t all that serious herself. “...are you sure you want to do this?”
“Course.” he nods. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know…” She pouts again. Her lips are so pale without makeup. It’s cute. “It’s important to check.”
“Consent is sexy.”
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Eaten a girl out?” Even the words make him have to bite his lip, glancing down at her thighs from where she sits on the couch. “Yeah, yeah, couple times. I know the ropes.”
“Okay…” She’s not inexperienced by any means, but it takes trust for her to let him in like this. Not everybody gets to feel the Midnight up close and personal, you know. She reaches for the hem of her sweater-
“Wait.” Hizashi says, grabbing her hands. “Let me do it.”
He kisses any exposed skin that he finds, from her hips up to her neck, until her top half is completely exposed. Soft, pale-- “You smell really good.”--nipples, cupped in a perfectly round chest. Hizashi’s a boob guy. Well, he’s a muscles guy first, but her boob game? Crazy. He salivates, discarding the sweater to the floor, then picking it up to drape over the back of the couch.
“Like what you see?” She whispers. Her chest may be exposed in her work uniform, but not like this. This is the real thing. He nods, pulling her to lie back on the couch, shoulder blades pressed into the arm rest. She stretches out, arms above her head.
“Yeah. I really do.” If she’s topless, he should probably match. He starts with his flannel, then his shirt, then…he hesitates at his pants. He’s only using his tongue right now, should he really?
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” She tells him, a hand going to cup her own breast and play with the soft, gentle flesh. “Get fully naked, I mean.”
“Is that rejection?” Hizashi phrases it like a joke.
“No.” She says, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek again. “This is already a great view.”
He kisses her again, and again, and again, taking the air out of her lungs as his fingertips dip below the waistband of her shorts. They’re tight. He wonders if she picked these for that reason. No matter, though, as he’s already pulling them down her hips and taking her panties with them. The offending garment is slipped past her ankles, and he lies down. Face to face with the object of his desires, he slings her thighs over his shoulders.
She collects his hair from his face, no hair tie in sight. She’ll just have to hold those golden locks out of his eyes with her hands. It’s so soft, when it's down like this. He glances up at her, and they briefly make eye contact, before he focuses up.
He gets a good look at what he’s working with. Hidden, tight, dripping into the fabric of the couch. Sweet and musky, he almost regrets not getting a towel. He takes an anticipatory breath, trying to calm his nerves.
“Talk me through it.” He tells her, meeting her half-lidded gaze. She shivers above him. Warm. “Tell me what feels good, and what doesn’t.”
She nods, wordless.
He licks a long, thin stripe up the center of her lips, coating his tongue with her juices and tasting as deep as he can go with a simple parting. Whiny, quiet puffs of air escape from the back of his throat. Hungry. Starving, maybe. A pig for a lady’s parts. He takes a sip of her, and he hums in satisfaction.
Human vibrator might be right. She lets her head fall back, continuing the mindless motion of collecting his hair in her hands. She’s soaking his jaw when she doesn’t mean to, but- “Good..” She nods. “You’re doing good. Please be gentle.”
A little squeal of happiness at the praise, and he’s being a little more daring. He’s not sure how sensitive she is, but gentle is a good clue. So he picks himself up to put his lips down around the red, puffy tip of her clit. He doesn’t move after that. He rests there, just to taste.
Nemuri nods, tilting her hips upwards for a little more direct pressure. Hizashi holds her down by the thigh with a glance up that reads I’ve got you.
He flicks his tongue up and down in soft, subtle motions. It’s enough to pull her forward. It’s enough to have her lose a few strands. It’s enough to keep her quiet without corrections. He continues this motion for a while, up and down and up and down, feeling her heat pulse against him. Until he stops.
She looks down at him, red in the face and a little offended. “Wh-why’d you stop?”
He sits up with a hiccup and wipes his lips. Sticky, wet, drying in patches. “Gotta breathe eventually.” He jokes. In reality, it was to get a good look at her. So pretty, so beautiful. He’s gonna marry this woman one day, he’s sure of it.
And he’s right back down, his hands a little more adventurous than just her hips or thighs. He keeps one against her leg, securing where it sits, and the other up near her hand to hold it.
She gives it a gentle squeeze as he gulps. Drinks, as he wraps his lips around her length and pushes his tongue against the underside. His top lip still does most of the work.
“Y-ama-Zashi-” She stutters. “I’m - I’m close, is that ok?”
That was fast. Hizashi moans, having to let go of her thigh in favor of his own need. This couch is too soft, he needs a harsher surface. He grinds his palm into the slightest stain of his pants, and fiddles with the string, a little sloppy as he keeps taking her in.
“You- how can I give you a turn-”
He pulls up again to respond, a heady look in his eyes and a drunken slur to his voice. “Don’t worry about me baby.” He shakes his head. “Just- shh-” And he’s back down.
“Did you- mnph - did you just shush me??” She grinds into his nose, perfectly pointed. He stills to let her do the work, rocking forward against the cartilage.
“Mhm.” He says, face buried.
He hears it before he sees it, the walls of her cunt clenching around his face. Pulsing, inhaling, before she kicks him in the back on accident and she’s cumming with a groan. Her heels dig into his flanks, forcing his body down and the air out of his lungs.
Hizashi doesn’t move. He doesn’t move until the heartbeat of her core calms down to a quiet beat, and he hears her sleepy little sighs. She stretches out with a quiet huff again, and finally gets the strength to look down at him.
He gives her a questioning thumbs up. She smiles. “Yeah…yeah, that was good.”
Nemuri sits up to cup his chin, trying to angle him to breathe. He takes such a sharp inhale, she wonders if he’s finishing and didn’t tell her. He’s not, but the idea of her cumming in his mouth has him close. Which she did just do. Which means he’s-
“...Can we go again?” He asks, eyes barely open as he ruts into the couch cushion. “Please?”
“Oh, baby…” She pants, scratching at his shoulders. “You really need some help, huh?”
“I just need you .”