Orchids

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, or any of their characters, nor do I make money from any of them.

Tai was wrapped up in his own world. It was not a dream world, nor was it a very interesting world for the time being. Tai’s world was slightly vacant, mostly boring, with bits and pieces of songs he couldn’t fully remember, mental pictures of friends, a blank canvas that he drew temporary pictures on inside his skull. The music that pounded through the Otome house was almost non-existent to the absentminded Tai, tapping his fingers lightly against the desk to a simple beat he had just thought up.
Something sent an electric buzz through his body - light, but noticeable. Attention catching. Nothing had touched him, but something in his aura (Usually ignored) twitched and snapped him out of his empty daydreams. And with a slow, curious turn of the head, he found the cause.

Yuka.

“Taiiiiichiii!” She let out through teeth bared in a wide smile, hips quickly taking action and bumping Tai farther into the seat to make room for her own butt, planted right next to his. Arms shot to her left side with gleeful enthusiasm, her entire body wrapped up in a very prim and proper way of being ‘cute’. The hands ached for more than just showing off her vitality, but she had some patience to display first. It wouldn’t be much, but for Tai, she felt it was worth what little self-restraint she could afford. Not that self-restraint ever stopped her from calling him by that additional ‘chi’. Just two extra consonants and one extra vowel that Tai despised so completely, but could never summon the courage needed to say so. Like always, he uncomfortably rolled along with everything Yuka did.

“Hi, Yuka…” He responded, lowly, head sunken a few inches.

“What are you doing here, Taichi?” She pressed on. This was Tai behavior, par for the course.

“Nothing. Just spending time.”

“That means you have nothing else to do today?”

“Uh, not really, except maybe homework..”

A beat later, and Tai realized admitting this was a rather large mistake. Though her head spun with ideas, she did her best to hide it. She scooched in closer, which forced Tai to move right next to the wall. He attempted to cover up, but assertiveness once again deserted him.

“But, y’know, Jou or Izzy might call and wanna do something…so then I could be busy all night.” Tai smiled weakly, hoping some miracle of coincidence would have Jou or Izzy call him and give him an excuse. Not that Yuka wouldn’t fight it. No, Yuka would swear up a storm at Jou and Izzy, if need be to keep her Taichi in close to her. Out of respect, she would do it out of earshot of her poofy-haired object of desire. What Tai really needed was someone forcing Yuka to leave. She, of course, would fight that as well - she would just stand less of a chance of winning.
Coincidence did not come. Tai was stuck, and now forced to improvise his attitude and emotions.

“Oh, c’mon, we’re at Otome house! We should have fun, not worry about your little friends.” Yuka replied, adding a touch of condescension to her words.

“Uhm…well..” Tai raced to find something to say, something to stall for just a moment. He removed himself once again from the pounding techno, the sweat and the body heat that came with so many people shaking and dancing for god knows how long.
He was interrupted by Yuka. Not a shout in his ear, or a stare in his direction to break his daydreaming - a hand, warming his leg through the denim of his jeans. She moved it up and down a few short inches on his thigh, hoping to break through some of that patented Tai shyness.

“Uhm…Yuka? You’re…”

“Yes, I know what I’m doing. What? I can’t show some affection for my cutie, Taichi?”

Her hand picked up a little more speed, and could feel the warming skin and nervous slight movement of the knees below. She expanded her territory a few more inches, moving from the thigh, up to his hips. Tai stuttered a few times before going completely silent, face reddening. Yuka flashed a toothy grin, her second hand reaching around to the far side of his body, going down low and giving him the lightest of pinches on his butt. Tai fought to keep the red in his cheeks down, and to make his body as stiff as a Pinocchio doll. Attention was the last thing he wanted around him right now, be it Yuka’s, or the attention that would come due to Yuka’s focus being zeroed in on him.
Soon, the tactics changed, and Tai risked attention over Yuka’s hand finding more of his body to claim as it’s own.

“Where are you going?!” Yuka asked, getting in a huff.

“To dance!” Tai replied, spinning his head to make only a second of eye contact. Yuka stayed seated for a moment, taking in the fact that her Taichi was getting up to dance - Taichi was going to go dance.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile, with her tongue licking across them. She not only had a plan on how to handle this situation - but she was going to get to see her Taichi shake his ass along the way to boot.

Yuka promptly stood up, and followed him into the mass of warm bodies, carefully tracking him, making sure not to lose his trail. Tai stopped once he thought he had walked deep enough into the dancers and lost Yuka. A pair of arms curling around his waist proved him wrong once again.

“Yuka!”

“What? You were going to dance all alone?”

“I…uhmn…”

“You can dance then, right?” She smirked.

“I…”

“Nothing to be ashamed of, Taichi…I can dance with you…”

It was not so much dancing than it was Yuka softly dry humping Tai’s back, trying to guide his hands onto his own body, and kicking his legs into something resembling movement to a beat. Though a bit jerky, he started to move enough on his own with Yuka’s guidance. It was enough movement to provide distraction away from the main show that she had in mind.

Her hand glided down, skipping the tedious unbuttoning and unzipping, finding enough slack in the pants to fit her petite hands inside, the merest touch of her fingers on Tai’s sensitive skin sending blood rushing across his system. He attempted to protest, but the words never formed - Tai was too busy being thrown into shocked embarrassment once her fingers found a solid grip around his soft cock. A few soft squeezes and fingertip strokes, and Tai finally worked up the energy to speak.

“Y-Yuka!”

“What?” She said, smirking devilishly.

“You’re…we’re…I…”

“C’mon, Taichi…you can finish a sentence, can’t you?”

“You’re juh-jerking me!”

“And?” With that, she squeezed roughly, forcing Tai to grunt and pause before speaking again.

“An-and there are tons of people around us! They could see!” Tai replied, ready to panic.

“Good.” Yuka said with an air of finality, stroking harder and faster than before, all her fingers and thumb gripping as tight as possible around his semi-hard erection. She wanted people to see. Yuka wanted the dancers to see her pleasing HER man. To see ownership declared by the sheer boldness to give him a hand job where everyone could see. Tai’s dancing became even more stilted with each additional stroke. His mouth opened slightly, letting out an inaudible moan, sweat starting to form, beads dripping down his skin or wetting his long brown hair. Some started to see. The most grew wider eyes upon realization of what Yuka was doing, and promptly turned away. A few glared in disapproval. But a handful bit their lips and blushed, and either started to subtly stroke themselves among the dancers, or leave for the bathrooms to relieve themselves with some brief self-pleasure. One or Two other moans also became masked over by the blaring techno. Tai squirmed and shifted repeatedly, barely resisting Yuka’s grasp, but trying to find words to say again.

“Yuka…please, stop…there are p-people watching…”

“Yes? And they’re enjoying it.”

“Yuka, please, for the love of god, stop, we can’t do this here…” Her hand stopped for a moment.

“Are you saying you’ll let me do it somewhere else?” She said, licking up Tai’s sweaty neck in desire.

“If it means you’ll stop in front of all these people, yes, yes, just PLEASE…” Tai replied weakly, his knees starting to knock together, his body growing weak.

“Anywhere, Taichi?” Yuka pressed on, hoping Tai was too desperate to think of any place he would say no to.

“Yes, anywhere, just…hnnhh…stop….” Tai nodded frantically, eyes closed tightly.
Yuka’s hand pulled out immediately now that she had gotten what she wanted. She grabbed hold of Tai’s hand, dragging him out of Otome house and onto the streets. What Yuka had in mind was only a few blocks away. They could hoof it. If Tai didn’t back out on his agreement, they could run all the way there.

“Wait, Yuka! Where are we going?!” Tai yelped, trying to keep up and resist at the same tie. Yuka, of course, provided him no answer beyond a mischievous smirk. For a while, it was just that - dead silence, save for sneakers beating against the concrete of the sidewalk. Then, eventually, the smell hit Tai. It did not gently curl around him and tease his senses until he finally caught on. The scent forced it’s way inside his taste and smell centers, practically choking him with the intensity of it. Simply the memories attached to it were enough to weigh him down.

Yuka was dragging him to Sora’s garden.

The building was all too familiar. Tai could identify everything about it, even with only a few lights on. The layout of the windows, who’s room was who’s, and the location of the bathrooms were burning a spot into his skull. That was light punishment compared to the flood of memories pushing from the back of his subconscious. His hand shook weakly inside Yuka’s grip. He opened his mouth, ready to speak his problems, but Yuka whipped around, shooting down any notions of dissent within Tai’s body. She was taking him to Sora’s garden. There was no other place she’d like better. Her lips turned into a twisted grin.

The greenhouse was dark, unlit. It was also damp, Yuka discovered, as she turned the door open. But the dampness was minor - not enough to steal Tai and Yuka’s body heat, and certainly not enough to make her reconsider her choice of location to feel Tai over again. Yuka wrapped her hands around the folds of Tai’s shirt, backing herself against the walls of the greenhouse. She smiled, leaning in wordlessly, licking at Tai’s neck, a hand finding the top of his pants, and sliding in to take in the warmth and curves of his ass. The other hand worked under the back of his shirt, rubbing a palm against his sensitive skin.

Despite all this, Tai simply groaned shortly twice, and went wobbly in the knees. He shut his eyelids tight while Yuka fondled him, body and mind resisting as much as they could. Yuka stopped, looking to see Tai’s forced expression, and frowning.

Tai was surrounded by the smell of the flower…not flowers. Only one flower in particular. Orchids. Specifically, Hydranga. That smell overpowered all the other scents in the greenhouse. It crept up on him, stalling his body by completely surrounding him. Yuka could see the memories that Tai was flashing through thanks to the catalyst of the scent. Originally, she came here not only to pleasure herself with Tai’s skin, but to claw more at Sora. Of course, she assured herself, Sora would never hear of this, but the point of the matter still beat close to her, calling her out to strike at whatever she held close. But if she was going to keep Tai, to pull him away from Sora, she would give…but not too much.

Two fingers ran through his hair, and a flat hand rolling up and down his body. She stepped in, and whispered, her hot breath lighting up the skin on his ear.

“If it’ll get you off…you can call me Sora..”

The fingers flared at his body again. This time, it didn’t resist. A rush of blood soared through to the left hip that Yuka rubbed her palm against, making skin tingle, and Tai breathe heavily, a mix of embarrassment and lust fighting for dominance. Yuka pushed Tai’s shirt up and over his head. She smiled, giving a quick lick of her lips. Yuka took a long step, less than an inch of air between their two bodies, and bobbed her head down. Her tongue landed just below his navel, her hands placed firmly on his hips, and then took a long drag up his skin to the very top of his neck, tasting Tai’s sweat, a thin sheet of bitterness taking residence on her taste buds. Though it wasn’t pleasing to the senses, it still made her groan lowly, feeling the light electric shiver that running down her stomach to her legs, leaving a wet spot on her cotton panties. She laid a hand on Tai’s wrist, starting to tighten her grip. Tai stopped her short, grabbing back and pulling in, grinding his hips against hers, shoulders rolling with each breath. One hand stayed wrapped around her arm, the other undoing the button and zipper to her pants in short order, silently demanding her to do the same.

Yuka rushed her hands to Tai’s jeans, unbuckling them and dropping them around his hips, working on his boxers before Tai’s hand, now connected to a heavy, straight arm, gripped her hair and pulled her head back up. He stepped out of his last articles of clothing, and had his right hand grip the bottom of Yuka’s shirt, flipping it off her, not pausing for one moment to look her body over. Tai threw his arms around Yuka, forcing her body against his, grinding harder, pushing her body up into the air. His cock hardened, throbbing against her inner thigh. He lifted Yuka higher, keeping her short of oxygen for a brief moment – before dropping her back on his cock.

“GNNNNHHH!” Yuka wanted to scream his name, to give him something to latch onto, to pull him farther away from Sora and onto her. At the moment, however, Yuka just wanted to breathe easier.

“HunnNNhh…HnnnNNH..” Yuka groaned out. Her arms fell onto his back, which soon bucked forward, pushing the rest of his shaft into her. Tai inhaled, exhaled, while Yuka mumbled out nonsense in the pause. It was shattered by Tai shifting backwards, and then plunging deep back inside of her.

“GNNNH!” Tai grunted, building up speed, rocking his hips back, and then ramming forward, his fingers digging deep into her, tearing slightly at her skin, ripping side to side, and then jumping back to the center to dig farther back once more. He opened up Yuka with each slam, the sweat on his body mingling with hers. She squirmed while she could, before Tai knocked her body around with repeated slams. Yuka held as tight as she could, legs crossing across his back, pushing him even farther into her.

“Tuh-TAIIICHIIII!” Yuka howled, eyes shutting, cutting into her lip with her top teeth, trying not to focus on Tai’s fingers continuing to press deep into her back, leaving nothing between their skin.

Tai’s skin hardened, neck and head craning down suddenly, and then giving his own release, spreading milky white cum inside out. His voice kept low, his body in much more control than Yuka’s.

“Sora…” He whispered beneath the sound of skin slapping against each other. Tai knew that Yuka would send her out to get ‘morning after’ pills, and didn’t stop even after shooting his seed. He continued to ram in, pushing Yuka’s legs apart. He stepped back, fogging up the greenhouse, relentless against Yuka.

The rest of the Takenouchi house had turned out, save for one. From it, the glass on the window also fogged up.

Sora peered out, eyes wide, lips trembling.