Yesterday I randomly decided to write up a lemon.
One odd thing: apparently in this I decided to have the fashion police invade Reien Academy; the uniform is now that sexy skirt and vest combo that Azaka rocks like a boss. That's much better and works better for this scene, and it got stuck in my mind and included here.
Enjoy!
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The girls' dorm room was cramped, but it made for a good enough meeting place: most importantly, it was away from any public spaces, and at this time of day most students and staff would be out for lunch, unable to hear the plan being concocted within.
"You there!" Azaka Kokutou's lips curled into an exaggerated look of seriousness as she barked an order like a drill officer. "What is your name?"
In front of her was a girl, uncomfortably dressed up in an academy uniform, sitting with her hands folded neatly on her lap. "I am Fujino Asagami, nice to meet you." Tilting her head, she smiled, making Azaka crumple down to her knees in anguish.
"Don't you get it!?" She cried, burying her face in her hands. "You need discipline! If you're going to take my place and win over Mikiya, you need to have discipline and skill!" She shook her head, still disappointed. "So far, you haven't shown any of those."
Apparently, Fujino was hardly perturbed by that show of emotion, even if it may have been at least a little overwrought. "Sorry, sorry." Her light smile didn't leave her face. "But if I should make him love me, then should I not just be myself around him?"
"No, no, no!" Steadying herself, Azaka rose up, back to her feet, and sat on the dorm room's bed, right beside her friend. "You have the clearest advantage between us to get his affection, and if we don't capitalize on that and make you even more efficient at getting boys, then you'll fail and that other girl will roll right over us to get Mikiya! That's the doomsday scenario; if Mikiya falls to her corrupt charms, we're done for!"
"Hmm, well, why don't you act this way yourself, if you want to see your brother away from Ryougi? That would be the most logical choice, since there really is no difference between the two of us otherwise. You're perfectly beautiful, Azaka, and Mikiya should know that." Based on the look Fujino had in her eyes, she was being all too sincere. Sometimes, Azaka wished that this girl would be a little less honest with her feelings.
Still, her heart skipped a beat. "B-but Fujinon, I'm just me, and you've g-got..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes ran down the length of Fujino's body, inadvertently checking her out. Her gaze drifted to her soft, plump lips, pressed gently together, then to the curve of her breasts under her too-tight uniform's dress shirt, and then her slender, elegantly folded legs, given an ample amount of air thanks to the short skirt prevalent at the academy; almost modestly, though, they were covered up by black stockings pulled right up to the girl's thighs, leaving only a small taste of her pale, tender skin beneath. Azaka found herself licking the edge of her lips, very lightly so, and yet Fujino's calm, almost wise expression gave no hints as to whether or not she had noticed her friend's wandering eyes.
"Azaka? You haven't spoken a word in a whole minute, is something wrong?" Fujino opened her eyes, speaking curiously. Yet, Azaka couldn't help but be drawn in more, her heart urging her towards this girl and her august beauty.
Covering her face to hide a stark blush, Azaka shook her head. "I... just was thinking." She pursed her lips; the curious thought of what Fujino's skin could feel like under her warm fingertips.
"Thinking of what?" As usual, Fujino tilted her head, genuinely curious.
Leaning forward, a very light kiss met Fujino's lips, and she stared almost cross-eyed at the girl who caused it all.
"Th-there are some s-skills..." Azaka began, pulling quickly back from Fujino's face, fingers slipping up to feel her own lips out of a strange sort of curiousity.
"Skills?"
It was unexpected, but not unwelcome for Azaka when Fujino raised her hand up to stroke her friend's cheek; her fingers were noticeably cold, as was her palm, a remarkable contrast to the natural heat Azaka's skin seemed to have.
Tentative, Azaka took in a light breath and pressed her body forward once again, turning her legs to face Fujino as best she could. She met her in a small kiss, and finally she got to feel those smooth, untouched lips. Still, though... she wanted a taste.
Her arms slipped downward, and she pulled Fujino by the waist, bringing her in close and feeling her light skin through the fabric of her dress shirt. Azaka, continuing to be the daring half of this couple, licked at Fujino's lips with the very tip of her tongue, then when she heard nor felt any resistance, let her tongue slip through into her mouth.
Locks of Fujino's hair fell into Azaka's face; she smelled faintly of lilacs, and the way she reacted to being kissed so fervently was to accept it, her hands retaining every measure of calm as they ran up Azaka's back, caressing her shoulder blades almost in a massage. Their bodies were even closer together, and they could feel each others heat, their lightest breaths sending shivers down the others' spine. It was a delicately beautiful moment, Azaka admitted, enjoying this more than she had expected. A little hint of longing welled up in her heart.
"If you want to make a boy happy..." She whispered, breaking their kiss, "Y-you have to let him do things like this to you..."
She reached her fingers under Fujino's necktie, prying at the buttons of her brown vest, sliding it off of her. Fujino silently consented, raising her arms up; she brought them back down, and one of her cool hands stroked Azaka's cheek, and Fujino let out a light giggle as she did so.
"Why are you blushing, Azaka? I don't think there's anything wrong with you doing this." Her words made even Azaka crack a small smile as she undid Fujino's dress shirt right to her stomach, showing just enough skin, and cleavage that made Azaka narrow her eyes in subtle jealousy.
She grumbled. "Why are you being so calm about this?" Her head resting in Fujino's lap, she pouted, and her friend cradled her to bring her at least some comfort. "This isn't normal for most people, you know. I just... I'm different, I guess." She heaved a sigh, her breath falling directly on Fujino's bare skin, and it felt strangely ticklish to the normally quiet girl, who now was smiling gently.
"That would normally be the case, but I think anything is fine if you want me to do it." Fujino slipped her breasts out of her bra; they bounced a little coming out, and in way that was almost submissive, Azaka brought her lips up to her nipple, letting her tongue wet her soft skin. Her hand clasped around Fujino's breast, but even her fingers couldn't cover the whole size of Fujino's ample chest. It was impressive, but also somewhat envious.
Regardless, she continued to suckle there, finding herself strangely at ease with her body. It was a natural extension of her will for her hand, brushing against her own chest, to slide down between her legs, under the band of her miniskirt. She knew it was against school regulations, but she did it anyway: she wore nothing under her uniform, no panties, and no bra. Something about the inherent wrongness and dirtiness about it made that attractive to her, and she never really questioned it. Her breaths became slightly hesitant, since while she'd normally have no real inhibitions about this... with Fujino, it felt different, perhaps more real than she had anticipated it to be. In one part of her mind, that made the thrill all the better.
Her middle finger brushed against her clit, and she let another circle about the entrance to her slit, tentatively touching at it in a way that felt more strange and sexual than usual to her.
"You look cute like that, Azaka." Said Fujino, running her hand through the girl's hair and breathing a happy sigh. The sensation of Azaka's lithe tongue licking at her nipple made her gasp occasionally, when she felt the light touch of teeth against her skin. Azaka had a wry look in her eyes, and gave a muffled laugh. Fujinon was having fun, she thought, and felt more relaxed about this. Maybe she was taking it more seriously than she needed to.
She licked between Fujino's breasts, her tongue gliding through, and she looked up inquisitively at her. Her tie was resting on her breast, just close enough for Azaka's cheek to rub along it.
"C-can you..." She stuttered, though she couldn't move her gaze from Fujino's eyes. She believed that, maybe, having her hand stroking right between her thighs was a bad thing for her own concentration.
She closed her eyes, taking a breath. "Can you t-take off your skirt?"
Fujino, as expected, nodded in her usual noble manner, looking like a quiet princess as she sat with Azaka's calmly resting in her lap.
Azaka lifted herself up a bit, but continued to let her fingers rub against her clit, every so often slipping into her sex just past the fingernail. It made her gasp each time she pressed down harder than usual, garnering her odd looks from Fujino, who let her hands dip down to the band of her miniskirt.
With a soft flutter of clothing, both her skirt and white undergarments slipped to her feet, and Azaka felt her cheek pressing down against Fujino's supple thigh. Her friend - and now perhaps lover, if the beating of her heart and butterflies in her stomach had meaning - draped an arm across her shoulder, supporting her with the lightest touch, making sure she didn't move all too much.
"And this, Fujinon..." Azaka paused, getting a close view of Fujino's soft, pale sex, "Is what feels really good, when you let me do it to you..."
Fujino raised an eyebrow, still patting Azaka's hair. "You? I... thought this was for Mikiya?" The smallest crease of a frown could be seen on her face.
A streak of red crossed her face, and Azaka didn't immediately say anything, instead mumbling something under her breath, letting every syllable breathe a puff of air against Fujino's cool skin. The girl was calm, all too calm, but Azaka continued.
Her small, pink tongue flicked out and pressed to the lips of Fujino's sex, eliciting a small, sharp breath from the girl when the tip of her tongue slid within and against her clit. Azaka sympathized with the feeling: currently, her fingers were gingerly pressing into her hole, brushing against her clit with each inward and outward stroke. It made her breathing ragged and her skin flushed, but doing it in a situation like this made all the difference.
"This... this feels g-good." Fujino's breathy voice met Azaka's ear, and yet she barely noticed it. Her lips were pressed against Fujino's sex, her tongue alternating between laving at her sensitive bud and diving the tip inside her, diverting the girl's attention; no longer was she patting Azaka's hair: instead she let her arms go limp, laying across Azaka's shoulders and along her own bare thigh.
Azaka could feel the heat within her building, and her skin flushed. Her knees, once quivering from the pleasure rippling through her, now unconsciously raised up to her chest, drawing her into a ball as if trying to centralize this shock-like feeling.
She bit her lip, feeling the ecstasy grow and grow, as the dual sensations of laving between Fujino's legs and attending to her own desires with her fingers made their breaths laboured, and their bodies hot: for once, Azaka felt some heat coming from Fujino's thighs, and it made her smile for a moment as her tongue continued at its work. The sharp smell, too, was direct and she nearly drowned in it, enjoying it all as a part of this experience.
"Ah..." Her mind felt hazy, and a feeling cascaded over her as though she'd dived into a pool of freezing water; she lost control of her senses, unable to quite grasp everything that was going on at that exact moment. It felt good, that she knew, and she brought herself up into a tighter ball, feeling something slick and wet on her fingers, and an unusual taste on the tip of her tongue.
For a while, all she could hear was the sound of two sets of heavy, beleaguered breathing, and with eyes as lazy as someone who had just woken up, she stared over at Fujino. She was on her back, having let herself drift over in bliss; her eyes were closed and her cheeks were red with a deep blush, and it was clear that she was content.
Azaka smiled, and brought her head up Fujino's body, right up underneath her chin.
Breathing out happily, Fujino let this glowing warmth continue, draping one hand along Azaka's petite form, holding her there and enjoying her presence. The thought of anyone else had left her mind, and she was satisfied with this moment alone, with Azaka laying on her in a relaxed cuddle.
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Hopefully it was decent! And arousing, I guess. KnK needs more fics, and porn.
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