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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28103 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Epilogue 1: ‘Pure’ Love
Hikari always looked beautiful.
At least, if one asked Takeru, which few did. His position as her boyfriend opened him up to many attacks of ‘duty over honesty’ and ‘bias’ that he thought quite unwarranted. Hikari always looked beautiful.
She looked beautiful in the mornings, before she put her makeup on, trying not to make too much disturbance as she slipped out of bed three hours earlier than he thought reasonable. She was beautiful drenched in rainwater, having given up her umbrella to some kid she just met who did not have the luxury of living in an apartment building with a train station at the bottom. She looked beautiful all dolled up for a party, in a stunning evening gown and heels that actually made the tip of her head come up to his shoulder. She was especially beautiful in bed, losing herself in desire and their sweet passion, forgetting everything else for the moment.
And she was even beautiful now, hair half brushed, shirt on but not buttoned, and poring over her notes with religious fervor, muttering factoids to herself.
“Here.” Takeru said, placing a plate beside her. “Eat, it’ll do more for you than those notes.” She shot a glare at him for daring to question the sanctity of her rigorous studying, but muttered a silent thanks as she used a free hand to grab chopsticks.
He hadn’t been lying to her, the food would do far more. Not that he questioned the potency of his girlfriend’s notes. They were no doubt useful and accurate reminders too anyone else. But Hikari was getting scary good at this school thing. She just got it, and that was the same if she read it once or a dozen times. Every minute she spent retreading old ground was a minute that could be used in a far more exciting manner.
But then, maybe there was a reason she was at school and he was unemployed. It wasn’t like he particularly needed a job, his inheritance was more than enough to live off for the rest of his life. And there were few subjects that interested him enough for a college education. Literature held his attention, but books could be found anywhere, and he found online communities provided better feedback for amateur works than a school ever could.
Hikari’s passion was teaching, she’d known that since she was thirteen, and went out of her way to help her juniors acclimate to Middle school and High school back in the day. Becoming a teacher required an education, and so she mindlessly trotted off to college every week where they taught her stuff she already understood for a piece of paper that had an official looking seal.
Perhaps he was being a bit too harsh on her, today was an important day. After all, this was the last exam day of her first year. After this he’d get her all to himself for a little while, and that was certainly worth putting up with a little morning nerves.
He came up behind his girlfriend, trapping her in a hug. She jumped at first from the sudden contact, but melted into his embrace all the same. “Relax” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her temple. “You are going to do brilliantly.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked meekly.
She looked beautiful all self-conscious, still he wished she’d do it a touch less. “Well then,” his voice a husky tease, “I guess you won’t get the special reward I have planned for tonight.”
Her knees immediately rubbed together. “That’s not fair.” she whined.
“Oh? I think it’s good incentive.” Takeru said, pulling away. She twisted to face him.
“As if I didn’t have enough pressure-” she stopped mid word, glancing down at a stain that had appeared on her shirt. “Crap, crap, crap.”
Takeru couldn’t help the chuckles that welled up inside him. “Calm down.” He soothed, grabbing a near identical shirt from the drawer and handing it to her. “I’ll put that one in the wash, just go.”
It wasn’t long after that Takeru found himself escorting her to class. Hikari was a now less frazzled bundle of nerves and he unshakably convinced she would ace the test.
At campus she stopped him on the train, convinced that any further he’d be more distraction than aid, and planted a direct kiss before shooing him away.
Takeru meandered instead of heading directly home. In theory he ought to be working on his manuscripts right now, but when the muse over took him he could go for days without stopping. And he desperately wanted to be able to pick Hikari up on time tonight.
Being mostly normal young adults during exam time, his friends were all swamped. Notable exceptions included: his brother who was on an Asia wide tour and on a flight to Beijing, Taichi who was following the tour for ‘diplomatic practice’, Sora and Meiko, who were following their boyfriends, and Koushiro who no one could contact.
Daisuke technically also wasn’t in school right now, but overworked students were suckers for readily available food close to campus and even the gogglehead could put two and two together to make a killing.
So Takeru was on his own until his lover got free. He decided to hit up the arcade.
It was evening by the time Takeru reconnected with Hikari. He met his beloved on campus, walking out of the auditorium where her final exam was held, exactly ten minutes after its completion time. Despite the fact she used every ounce of her time and then some, Takeru felt every bit a certain she aced it as he did that morning. When Hikari focused on something she gave it her all, and if that meant spending the last minutes of her exam debating whether to use ‘egregious’ or ‘flagrant’ then that’s what she was going to do.
It was actually she who found him. Tapping the blond on the shoulder, then thrusting her books into his hands.
“There.” She declared with finality “I don’t even want to look at those books ever again.”
Takeru didn’t even bother to turn his head. “I thought you liked school.”
“Teaching. Not as a student.” she dismissed. “Now come on. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
“Eager aren’t you.” he smirked as a blush graced her face “Shouldn’t we at least get home first?”
“Oh shut up, I didn’t mean that. I meant being done first year, Taichi made it sound carzier.”
“Of course sweetie.” Takeru teased, she smacked his arm in response.
“Just for that you owe me dinner. I’m famished.” she said, walking off. Takeru let out a blissful sigh before following. In a way he always paid for their dinner, she was still a student and his ‘inheritance’ supported them both by far. And he was also the one who normally bought groceries and made the meals, Hikari was still as bad at cooking as her mother, and Takeru didn’t have the stomach for regular food poisoning.
“Fine.” he conceded. “I pick the venue though.” He said as he caught up to her. With too much freedom she would just arrive at some cheap place, her idea of unwinding rarely involved fine dining. Takeru was fine with economy foods, he’d grown up on instant ramen and TV dinners before learning to cook, but if he had to eat garbage then he was at least going to eat acceptable garbage.
And maybe have some fun while he was at it.
He found his target with speed and accuracy. As predicted Daisuke was indeed preying upon the local students, pushing his special brand of noodles for anyone who was too mentally exhausted to provide their own sustenance. Even better, Daisuke’s noodles were quick becoming locally famous for their boost to stamina. Many students would crowd around before an all-night study session.
Well, Takeru wasn’t planning on opening any text books, but he would still enjoy the help going all night long.
Besides which, he enjoyed taking Hikari here. The blond moved a free hand onto his girlfriend’s butt as he let a teasing smile adorn his face. While Daisuke would readily admit that Hikari was behind him and he was perfectly capable of moving on to other girls thank you very much, he could never hide the eyes he shot Takeru when the three were together. And that meant Takeru couldn’t help himself from lording it in the brunet’s face. Hikari mostly just went with whatever he did.
It was early for dinner, but the rising popularity of the cart and the post exam rush ensured a modest clientele for the entrepreneurial gogglehead. Which was good, too many and Daisuke would have an excuse not to focus on his friends, too few and he might just risk the reputation hit and tell them to scram. Days like that were no fun.
“Hello Daisuke.” Takeru said as he approached the cart. “How’s business?”
“Can’t complain. You here for eats?” Daisuke returned. The chef did not notice as Takeru’s hand slipped under Hikari’s skirt, nor would he or anyone else. Takeru had a little protection that let him be naughty in public with no repercussions, and he was very willing to abuse it for little perverted scenarios.
“We’ll have the usual.” Hikari supplied, keeping her voice steady with well-practiced ease.
Daisuke began looking through his cart. “Sure thing.” he said, throwing random ingredients together. The ‘usual’ was a little misleading, Takeru wasn’t sure he’d ever had the same thing twice. The rule was Daisuke would whip up whatever concoction he believed best suited for Hikari, and send Takeru the most revolting thing he could fathom under the condition it could reasonably be sold to actual customers.
Takeru got such satisfaction out of their little arrangement he didn’t even care. Everything tasted better with the simple spice of envy, and sometimes Daisuke’s ‘abominations’ still tasted quite good.
Within minutes the customized concoctions were placed before the couple, and Takeru could tell which was meant for Hikari by the smell alone. Thankfully his own boll had at least a tolerable odor. He decided to wait to see if the taste compared favorably.
Instead he sat watching as his girlfriend, his hand on her inner thigh, was goaded into eating by the chef. He watched as she raised the first helping to her face, and at the precise moment the food entered her mouth the blond rubbed her nub.
Hikari jerked as pleasure shot through her body, trying hard not to spit out her meal in surprise.
“How is it?” Daisuke asked, noting her reaction. Taste was the last thing on Hikari’s mind right now, but she did her best to save face.
“It’s good.” she said, forcing the mixture down. “You should definitely put it on the menu.”
“You say that about all my dishes.” Daisuke said. A pink hue gracing his cheeks despite his modesty.
“That’s because -AH,” Takeru chose that moment to insert one finger into her wetness, stirring up the juices he found there as Hikari struggled to maintain composure. “they’re all, aha just so good.”
“You think?” asked Daisuke, oblivious to the fingerbanging happening in front of him. “I mean, I’ve been looking to expand the menu a bit, but most people just come for one of the main six, so it never seemed like a big deal.”
“You should do it,” Takeru encouraged as his girlfriend squirmed. “Also do all the ones you made for me, then we’ll make it challenge across campus, ‘can you try all these exotic flavors.’”
“That might work,” Daisuke said, “With some sort of prize for completion, like free meals for a week.” He blinked twice, “Is something wrong?”
“What, hah, would be wrong?” Hikari asked, now openly clinging to Takeru as her hips gyrated against his hand.
“Well neither of you have eaten past the first bite.” Daisuke said.
“You’re right.” Takeru admitted, cruelly pulling his right hand away from Hikari’s core. He dipped it straight into the ramen, grabbing a noodle and bringing it to his mouth, licked off the mixture of the ramen flavoring and Hikari’s wetness.
“Dude!” Daisuke hissed, “I’m trying to run a business here, my family would find those manners offensive, and they are slobs.”
“Yes,” Hikari nodded, still shaking slightly, “That was quite rude.”
Takeru shrugged, “I’ll make up for it later.” he said before digging into his bowl.
After Takeru stopped fingering Hikari, the couple devoured their food. The dinner rush began soon after; they didn’t have to worry about making an excuse when they slipped away from their friend’s presence. It wasn’t that they disliked his company, but both knew when they got home they were going to bang all night long, and didn’t really want to delay the event.
Takeru compounded Hikari’s enthusiasm by teasing her as they headed home, a grope here, rubbing against her there, lifting his shirt to wipe his face and giving her a money shot of his six pack on the side. Whatever he could do to keep her on edge.
In the elevator up to his suite, their lips began to lock. The door to their suite barely closed before Hikari began to shed her clothes. Takeru kept himself fully dressed however.
“What’s wrong?” Hikari asked as she began to rub her body. “You aren’t going to wind me up and leave me hanging are you?”
Takeru shook his head. He wasn’t going to leave her like that, not forever. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun in the meantime.
He grabbed the girl by the collar bone and forced her into a nearby chair. “Oh?” he asked “You expecting something?”
His hands traced the shape of her neck down to the curve of her breasts. Arriving at the plump target, the second and third fingers one each hand caught a nipple as he began to twist his wrists in opposite directions. Pulling slightly, he made light shockwaves shoot through the girl’s skin.
Hikari let out a moan at the assault on her breasts. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted right now but it was more than good enough. Takeru popped the breasts free, he bent down and stuck his face between Hikari’s massive mammaries and shook back and forth, losing himself in the spongy flesh.
Hikari moved her hands down in an attempt to trap him there, but Takeru caught them. With practiced ease he moved her arms so that he could restrain her with one hand. Hikari whimpered, she could probably break free if she tried, but did she want to try?
Her patience was rewarded as the blond slid down her body; planting kisses on the well traversed skin from her cleavage to her navel and down to her leaking sex. “Please,” she muttered in anticipation as he spread her folds.
“Please what?” he asked, breath close enough to tickle her flower.
“Eat me.” she said, blushing slightly. “Fuck me, I don’t care, just let me cum.”
“But why should I do that?” he asked, sticking out his tongue to taste her for a few licks. “You are quite delicious just as you are.”
She could only whimper, powerless under his tongue as it pushed her closer and closer to blissful release. But frustratingly she never hit her peak, no matter how close she came. Instinctively the brunette began grinding her hips up against the blond, but he merely chuckled and pulled away.
“That’s no fun.” he teased. “But I suppose, if you really want to finish I could let you.”
“Please,” she begged again, “I’ll do anything.”
Takeru smirked and dropped his pants. “Well then, if you’re such a desperate slut, how about you get me ready for it.”
Hikari nodded and crawled to her knees. Part of her wanted to scream at him for being so obtuse, she’d have done this an hour ago if he asked. But that would ruin the fun of it. Besides which, her mouth had far more important things to be doing.
She was far too horny to go slowly, enveloping the massive head immediately and sucking it between her willing lips. She stuck to the head for barely a minute before pressing deeper, taking his length deeper inch by inch. He energetic movements made her breasts sway enticingly as she worked the hard cock in front of her.
Takeru just leaned back and watched his girlfriend go ham on him. He could see the inner turmoil inside her: she still wanted to cum, and every taste of his cock just made her hornier and hornier, but she wouldn’t be able to finish without more direct stimulation. Servicing him just left her even more worked up and sexually frustrated.
As her movements became more frantic Hikari found herself taking his impossibly amazing cock right down to the base. The first time she left it there, holding her position as she let her throat mussels adjust, then she began bobbing again, starting from the full length and working backwards, letting more and more cock escape her lips until she was back to taking the full meat stick.
“Christ that’s good.” Takeru praised, he heard the whimper in response and decided to take some pity. “Get ready for it you whore, get ready for me to paint your face white.”
Hikari merely worked faster, edged on by the sound of the cum churning in his balls. When she felt Takeru stiffening up predictably she pulled of and pointed his cock at her face, closing her eyes just in time for the explosion of cum to rain upon her face.
Hikari raised her fingers to her eyes in order to clear the splooge and allow herself to see the sight of her blond boyfriend staring down at him with so much love and desire. “God you look hot like that.” he breathed.
Hikari brought her cum soaked digits to her lips, eagerly sucking down the release, and then made to stand, but Takeru stopped her, grabbing a fistful of her hair. His moment of pity had past, and he was right back to wanting to push just to see how much she could take.
“Who said that was all you had to do?” He goaded, “You would have done that anyway.”
The blond lowered his free hand to her cheeks, pushing in where her jaws connected and propped her mouth open painfully so he could slide his dick inside. “I’m going to need far more than that.”
This time Takeru was far more active. He let Hikari move as much as he deemed fit, but began to give brutal thrusts to throw her off her game. He revealed in the dominant actions, never quite giving Hikari enough freedom to get used to his assaults.
The hand on the cheek travel downward slightly, given a light squeeze to the brunette’s throat and making her gag on his massive prick. Takeru gave her no time to recover, instead he grabbed her ears and sped up his thrusts, enjoying the way she struggled to recover from her gagging and wheezing.
He grabbed her head and pulled her taut against his pelvis, continuing to thrust her hips into her mouth-turned-sextoy enjoying the penetration. “Listen up bitch.” Takeru barked as his pubes banged her nose. “I’m going to cum again, and you’d best swallow it all, okay?”
He didn’t give her the freedom to make an answer, instead he trudged forward, losing himself deeper and deeper in bliss until he shot his load down her gullet.
If Hikari was surprised by his orgasm, she didn’t show it. Instead she swallowed as the liquid entered her throat squeezing her muscles down upon the wonder cock as well.
Takeru basked in the afterglow, dropping Hikari to the floor.
He watched her shutter there, dripping in his own juices. He lowered herself to hovering over her, one hand cupping her pussy. “You poor thing, I guess you’ve earned this.”
Hikari couldn’t even make coherent sounds in response before Takeru slammed his length into her.
Bliss overtook her as the blond entered. She cried out as the unparalleled orgasm ripped all decently from her body like scissors tearing paper asunder.
When she got like this there was no recourse. She was his; his fucktoy, his slut, his cockslave, it didn’t matter. If Takeru promised to continue plunging his massive meat stick into her then there was no concession she would not forfeit. He held absolute control over and she loved it; loved the things he made her do, loved the depraved pleasure that came with being owned by her best friend.
Takeru read her mind as he pulled her legs up and thrusted deeper. “You’re my nasty little slut aren’t you? So fucking needy.”
“God yes!” she screamed as she pushed her hips up to meet his. “I’m your fucking whore. I’m yours.” saying the words out loud brought on another orgasm, causing her to spasm around his girthy cock.
The blond couldn’t hold himself back, feeling her clamp down upon him whilst declaring her love set him over the edge. “Fuck Hikari,” Takeru cried. “Here I cum.” He unleashed a torrent of semen directly into her love whole. Hikari moaned as another orgasm followed immediately on the heels of her last.
She wriggled there, overcome with pleasure as she felt her juices shoot out onto her lover’s cock. “God I needed that.” she said, panting heavily.
“What do you mean slut?” Takeru said “I haven’t even got started, you better keep up or I’ll throw you away.”
Hikari just smiled lustily at him, she knew there was no chance he would leave her, just like she knew there was no way they were sleeping tonight. But it was sweet of him to pretend.
As Takeru grabbed her arms and pulled her into a full nelson position, Hikari couldn’t imagine a better life.

These epilogue pieces are just supposed to be short tie-ins for the morality vs depravity conflict I of the last few chapters, so I guess this is Koushiro wins? I’ll admit I don’t have as much drive for these as I had for main chapters.
Next up: E2: Marry them all.
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