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Mamori's Secret
A/N: This is my first time writing something like this, so please bear with me if this isn’t good enough. This, btw, is a sort of HirumaxMamori fanfiction… yeashhh… but more importantly, this is… Mamori-herself, so, uhm. Yeah. And I’ve only seen like, 2 het aff here… hmm… PWP, anyone? And a little OOC, hehehe.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN EYESHIELD 21, NOR ITS CHARACTERS.
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Mamori’s Secret
By Luna Addictus
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Splash. Splash. Splash.
Hot steam blurred Mamori’s vision as she leaned on the porcelain bathroom tub’s side. It has been more or less eight months since she entered the Deimon Devilbats’ American football team as manager, under the pretense made by that demon, Hiruma, that Sena would be too stressed to be both a manager and a secretary.
Mamori submerged her head on the warm water, “Well, it’s strange… now that I know Sena is Eyeshield-kun… I’m still their manager…”
“Kekekekeke!” Hiruma’s cackling demonic features suddenly flashed on her mind, causing the poor girl to open her mouth and choke.
She grabbed the edge of the tub and lifted half of her naked body out of the tub as she coughed out the water, “S-shoot… it’s him again…”
Mamori was very annoyed with this person. He was violent, cruel, very American football oriented person who only seemed to have humanity towards other people when it comes to the said sport. Not only that, she hated that he took a picture of HER in CHEERLEADER’S CLOTHES! If she only allowed herself to spout those flowery words that he usually does, she might’ve kicked him out of the position of being the person people dreaded to see.
But then… if she really hated him, then why does she feel a strange constricting pain down there whenever she sees him half-naked? Why did she feel so excited with no reason at all when he just came out of the shower with only a towel covering half his body after their match with Oujou?! Oh God forgive her if she ever sees him naked! She wouldn’t know what she would do by then!
Surfacing out completely from the tub, splashing some water on the white tiles, Mamori took her towel. She stood in front of the mirror and began drying herself; for a moment, she froze.
‘I wonder… what will I do if Hiruma-kun touches my face…?’ she said to her mirror as she began patting her face with the soft towel. ‘I’ve… I’ve only held his hands once, and that was an accident…’ she took a sharp breath, as she trailed her own hands to the crook of her neck, ‘It was… so… soft…’
She used only one of her finger to trace her face, wishing it was Hiruma who was doing it for her. Her cheeks, her nose, her mouth… oh, yes. Her mouth. She placed her own finger inside her mouth, wondering if Hiruma would do it for her. She took steps back, until she was leaning on the wall.
A strange urge made Mamori lick and suck her index finger. Her heart felt excited, and she sucked her finger once more…if it was Hiruma-kun.
“Mmm…” Mamori blushed, but continued anyway.
She pulled out her finger from her mouth, until only the part where her nails were, and she pushed it again inside. She continued doing this lick and suck thing with her finger until she accidentally bit her finger a little, it had her wanting to moan… how strange was she again?
It was a strange thing, doing this to herself, with no one watching her. She opened her mouth, and pulled out her saliva-covered finger. Mamori pouted. She wanted to do it with the other fingers too! She shook her head. That will have to wait…
She titled her head, wondering how it felt to have Hiruma touch her breasts even a little. Oh yes, another accident regarding that bastard Hiruma. It happened in their Physical Education class, where everything was in chaos, and all Mamori knew next was that Hiruma had that large hand of his, covering her left breast. And he said it was an accident.
Mamori looked at her saliva-covered finger and smiled a rather crazy smile. She poked her breasts a little. And once more. And a little bit more. She placed her soft right nipple between her right thumb and right index finger. And she pinched it. With her action, she bit her lower lips again, keeping herself from moaning.
“Ahh…” Mamori was now rubbing on her right nipple. Knowing her left had was idling, she made her left index pinch and pull her left nipple. As she did these seemingly immoral acts, the pain on her core was taking over her usual composed mind. And it was then that Mamori knew it was not enough.
She palmed her breasts and gave it a small squeeze; she bit her lower lip. Mamori then began on moving her hands in a circular motion, rubbing the sides together purposely, wishing it was him doing it for her. She rubbed her thighs, noting the heat that was spreading from her core to her hips to her waist… more beads of sweat now covered her body and she slid one of her fingers on her skin, taking as much sweat. She licked it as if it was Hiruma’s own sweat that was now all over her body.
“Ahhh…” She arched her back a little, her hips wanting contact when she groped her breasts harder than the previous ones. It was not good if it wasn’t Hiruma, but it was enough for now that she’s alone. She continued on massaging her own set of mounds until she bit her lips and bled a little.
It was just then that she remembered she was leaning on the wall, ‘Oh what a dirty, dirty girl, you are, Anezaki Mamori!’ she thought, as she slid down, until her butt touched the cold tiles. She thought she was going to lose this heated feeling inside when she felt the coldness, instead, it did the other way around. She now wanted more contact… she now imagined him hovering her being, sweaty and wanting action. Now that she was sitting on the floor and leaning on the wall, she could now see her little forest. Only one thought entered her mind and it made her gulp as she bit her finger. It was as if she could feel Hiruma’s piercing blue eyes staring at her, wanting her to continue her little quest.
“Hi… Hiru…” she murmured as she traveled her wandering hands to her navel. Her own touch was driving her crazy, insane, what more if it was Hiruma?
Of her seventeen years of life, she had NEVER met a guy who would ever want her to do this. She had crushes before (both men and women, surprisingly), but… she has never touched herself like this, wishing it was them doing it!
Mamori traced her finger from her navel to the curly hair covering her womanhood. She gasped. It tingled her senses, and its traces did not seem to leave her, and made her want more.
MORE.
Her bended knees instinctively went together as she ventured her finger lower, she brushed lightly on the nub that was waiting for her to pinch.
“Uhhmmm..” she closed her eyes. She wanted to pinch it, but it had to wait for later… there was something else she wanted to feel. Her quest finally went to a halt as she finally realized her destination. Mamori, feeling rather sexually frustrated already, was breathing heavily.
At first, she dipped her finger, just a tiny bit. But she immediately pulled it out.
‘Oh my God. What was that feeling?!’ Well, it was her first time putting her finger in it… but still! If it was Hiruma, she would bet that he’d never think twice of putting his rock hard cock in her aching womanhood! Yes if it was Hiruma…
‘Oh God-‘ she mouthed, as in one quick push she shoved her finger inside her core. ‘SHIT.’ She cursed, as she felt her own walls pushing against her finger. “Oh GOD, HIRUMA-KUN.” So this was how it felt. OH FOD GUCK! (no this is NOT a typo)
‘Think that it’s Hiruma-kun.’ Was her mantra as she pictured that spiky haired demon over her, as she pushed and pulled her own finger in and out her painfully throbbing core. She started out with those creepy slow ones, as she found it rather awkward at first. It was painful, putting her finger inside her own entrance, but she wanted more contact, she wanted more.
But her wants was taking over her, her fantasy of Hiruma was taking hold of her senses already. Never would Hiruma set some kind of slow fucking moves. (Aren’t you wondering anything? Anything at all???*coughs*) Yes, that was it. Mamori couldn’t help with her lustful self either, as she wanted more, she wanted fast quick thrusts, whether it may be Hiruma or her small fingers. Her wanting was quickly building inside her core, her desires of Hiruma, her wants…
“Hiruma… faster… ah…” she moaned, quickening her own fingers. She could feel her insides contracting and expanding as her finger moved in and out. “Ah. Ah. Ah.”
In her mind, Hiruma was rolling his hips against her own, as she rolled her own finger in her core. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” she gasped as she threw her head on the side, her face contorted with lust and want. She did not even see the juices that flowed out of her core. Bolts of pleasure shot through her body, sending her an incomplete ecstasy. Incomplete, but ecstasy anyway… she knew it was going to be better with the real thing.
“Hiruma-kun, Hiruma-kun, Hiruma-kun.” She panted, as she felt her wet fingers in contact with her walls, driving her insane. It was not enough, not yet, as Mamori palmed her left breasts in tune with her finger pushing in and out of her goddamned core. Sweat covered her, even though she had just dried herself, as she let out small groans and moans while her own fingers stretched and pulled her being.
Mamori was now senseless of what she was doing to herself. She had no sense of what was right and what was not as she was feeling lighter and lighter. She had no more control of herself as she touched her clit- she came.
“YOUICHI!” she screamed his goddamned name as she threw her head back.
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Mamori breathed heavily as she came down from her high, she shuddered. And she was back to her own self.
“Oh GOD. What did I just do!” she exclaimed, blushing heavily as she came to her senses. “And to think I had just taken a bath!”
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“Oh GOD. What did I just do!”
“And to think I had just taken a bath!”
Mamori’s voice could be heard from a small radio, a certain spiky haired blonde panted heavily as his eyes fixated on the screen of his laptop, with a zoomed video streaming of a certain chestnut haired girl putting on a towel to cover her body. He moaned loudly, cursing, as his trembling hand finally let go of his now softened manhood.
“Fuck that fucking manager.” He was now wiping off the mess his cock just made from watching that goddamned pornography of that fucking manager his spy camera caught, “And I thought she was fantasizing about that fucking old man!”
With a smirk, Hiruma started plotting in his mind on how his fucking manager will make that fantasy of hers true. Hiruma cackled as he heard what her last words were before she left that fucking bathroom of hers.
“Oh my God, if Hiruma-kun knows about this…!”
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A/N: Part 2: OMG. It was strange putting those while eating (shudder). Really, I SWEAR. O.0 If you don’t know who the fucking old man is, he’s Takekura “Musashi” Gen. (Someone seriously NEEDS to write a delicious threesome of HirumaxMamorixMusashi…! We’re really missing out a lot on het fanfictions! Darn it.)
PS: Eyeshield 21 fandom! You’re the VERY first fandom who got me writing a rated-R fanfiction! It’s true! OMG. To think that a shounen-sports manga made me do this… o.0 (applauds)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN EYESHIELD 21, NOR ITS CHARACTERS.
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Mamori’s Secret
By Luna Addictus
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Splash. Splash. Splash.
Hot steam blurred Mamori’s vision as she leaned on the porcelain bathroom tub’s side. It has been more or less eight months since she entered the Deimon Devilbats’ American football team as manager, under the pretense made by that demon, Hiruma, that Sena would be too stressed to be both a manager and a secretary.
Mamori submerged her head on the warm water, “Well, it’s strange… now that I know Sena is Eyeshield-kun… I’m still their manager…”
“Kekekekeke!” Hiruma’s cackling demonic features suddenly flashed on her mind, causing the poor girl to open her mouth and choke.
She grabbed the edge of the tub and lifted half of her naked body out of the tub as she coughed out the water, “S-shoot… it’s him again…”
Mamori was very annoyed with this person. He was violent, cruel, very American football oriented person who only seemed to have humanity towards other people when it comes to the said sport. Not only that, she hated that he took a picture of HER in CHEERLEADER’S CLOTHES! If she only allowed herself to spout those flowery words that he usually does, she might’ve kicked him out of the position of being the person people dreaded to see.
But then… if she really hated him, then why does she feel a strange constricting pain down there whenever she sees him half-naked? Why did she feel so excited with no reason at all when he just came out of the shower with only a towel covering half his body after their match with Oujou?! Oh God forgive her if she ever sees him naked! She wouldn’t know what she would do by then!
Surfacing out completely from the tub, splashing some water on the white tiles, Mamori took her towel. She stood in front of the mirror and began drying herself; for a moment, she froze.
‘I wonder… what will I do if Hiruma-kun touches my face…?’ she said to her mirror as she began patting her face with the soft towel. ‘I’ve… I’ve only held his hands once, and that was an accident…’ she took a sharp breath, as she trailed her own hands to the crook of her neck, ‘It was… so… soft…’
She used only one of her finger to trace her face, wishing it was Hiruma who was doing it for her. Her cheeks, her nose, her mouth… oh, yes. Her mouth. She placed her own finger inside her mouth, wondering if Hiruma would do it for her. She took steps back, until she was leaning on the wall.
A strange urge made Mamori lick and suck her index finger. Her heart felt excited, and she sucked her finger once more…if it was Hiruma-kun.
“Mmm…” Mamori blushed, but continued anyway.
She pulled out her finger from her mouth, until only the part where her nails were, and she pushed it again inside. She continued doing this lick and suck thing with her finger until she accidentally bit her finger a little, it had her wanting to moan… how strange was she again?
It was a strange thing, doing this to herself, with no one watching her. She opened her mouth, and pulled out her saliva-covered finger. Mamori pouted. She wanted to do it with the other fingers too! She shook her head. That will have to wait…
She titled her head, wondering how it felt to have Hiruma touch her breasts even a little. Oh yes, another accident regarding that bastard Hiruma. It happened in their Physical Education class, where everything was in chaos, and all Mamori knew next was that Hiruma had that large hand of his, covering her left breast. And he said it was an accident.
Mamori looked at her saliva-covered finger and smiled a rather crazy smile. She poked her breasts a little. And once more. And a little bit more. She placed her soft right nipple between her right thumb and right index finger. And she pinched it. With her action, she bit her lower lips again, keeping herself from moaning.
“Ahh…” Mamori was now rubbing on her right nipple. Knowing her left had was idling, she made her left index pinch and pull her left nipple. As she did these seemingly immoral acts, the pain on her core was taking over her usual composed mind. And it was then that Mamori knew it was not enough.
She palmed her breasts and gave it a small squeeze; she bit her lower lip. Mamori then began on moving her hands in a circular motion, rubbing the sides together purposely, wishing it was him doing it for her. She rubbed her thighs, noting the heat that was spreading from her core to her hips to her waist… more beads of sweat now covered her body and she slid one of her fingers on her skin, taking as much sweat. She licked it as if it was Hiruma’s own sweat that was now all over her body.
“Ahhh…” She arched her back a little, her hips wanting contact when she groped her breasts harder than the previous ones. It was not good if it wasn’t Hiruma, but it was enough for now that she’s alone. She continued on massaging her own set of mounds until she bit her lips and bled a little.
It was just then that she remembered she was leaning on the wall, ‘Oh what a dirty, dirty girl, you are, Anezaki Mamori!’ she thought, as she slid down, until her butt touched the cold tiles. She thought she was going to lose this heated feeling inside when she felt the coldness, instead, it did the other way around. She now wanted more contact… she now imagined him hovering her being, sweaty and wanting action. Now that she was sitting on the floor and leaning on the wall, she could now see her little forest. Only one thought entered her mind and it made her gulp as she bit her finger. It was as if she could feel Hiruma’s piercing blue eyes staring at her, wanting her to continue her little quest.
“Hi… Hiru…” she murmured as she traveled her wandering hands to her navel. Her own touch was driving her crazy, insane, what more if it was Hiruma?
Of her seventeen years of life, she had NEVER met a guy who would ever want her to do this. She had crushes before (both men and women, surprisingly), but… she has never touched herself like this, wishing it was them doing it!
Mamori traced her finger from her navel to the curly hair covering her womanhood. She gasped. It tingled her senses, and its traces did not seem to leave her, and made her want more.
MORE.
Her bended knees instinctively went together as she ventured her finger lower, she brushed lightly on the nub that was waiting for her to pinch.
“Uhhmmm..” she closed her eyes. She wanted to pinch it, but it had to wait for later… there was something else she wanted to feel. Her quest finally went to a halt as she finally realized her destination. Mamori, feeling rather sexually frustrated already, was breathing heavily.
At first, she dipped her finger, just a tiny bit. But she immediately pulled it out.
‘Oh my God. What was that feeling?!’ Well, it was her first time putting her finger in it… but still! If it was Hiruma, she would bet that he’d never think twice of putting his rock hard cock in her aching womanhood! Yes if it was Hiruma…
‘Oh God-‘ she mouthed, as in one quick push she shoved her finger inside her core. ‘SHIT.’ She cursed, as she felt her own walls pushing against her finger. “Oh GOD, HIRUMA-KUN.” So this was how it felt. OH FOD GUCK! (no this is NOT a typo)
‘Think that it’s Hiruma-kun.’ Was her mantra as she pictured that spiky haired demon over her, as she pushed and pulled her own finger in and out her painfully throbbing core. She started out with those creepy slow ones, as she found it rather awkward at first. It was painful, putting her finger inside her own entrance, but she wanted more contact, she wanted more.
But her wants was taking over her, her fantasy of Hiruma was taking hold of her senses already. Never would Hiruma set some kind of slow fucking moves. (Aren’t you wondering anything? Anything at all???*coughs*) Yes, that was it. Mamori couldn’t help with her lustful self either, as she wanted more, she wanted fast quick thrusts, whether it may be Hiruma or her small fingers. Her wanting was quickly building inside her core, her desires of Hiruma, her wants…
“Hiruma… faster… ah…” she moaned, quickening her own fingers. She could feel her insides contracting and expanding as her finger moved in and out. “Ah. Ah. Ah.”
In her mind, Hiruma was rolling his hips against her own, as she rolled her own finger in her core. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” she gasped as she threw her head on the side, her face contorted with lust and want. She did not even see the juices that flowed out of her core. Bolts of pleasure shot through her body, sending her an incomplete ecstasy. Incomplete, but ecstasy anyway… she knew it was going to be better with the real thing.
“Hiruma-kun, Hiruma-kun, Hiruma-kun.” She panted, as she felt her wet fingers in contact with her walls, driving her insane. It was not enough, not yet, as Mamori palmed her left breasts in tune with her finger pushing in and out of her goddamned core. Sweat covered her, even though she had just dried herself, as she let out small groans and moans while her own fingers stretched and pulled her being.
Mamori was now senseless of what she was doing to herself. She had no sense of what was right and what was not as she was feeling lighter and lighter. She had no more control of herself as she touched her clit- she came.
“YOUICHI!” she screamed his goddamned name as she threw her head back.
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Mamori breathed heavily as she came down from her high, she shuddered. And she was back to her own self.
“Oh GOD. What did I just do!” she exclaimed, blushing heavily as she came to her senses. “And to think I had just taken a bath!”
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“Oh GOD. What did I just do!”
“And to think I had just taken a bath!”
Mamori’s voice could be heard from a small radio, a certain spiky haired blonde panted heavily as his eyes fixated on the screen of his laptop, with a zoomed video streaming of a certain chestnut haired girl putting on a towel to cover her body. He moaned loudly, cursing, as his trembling hand finally let go of his now softened manhood.
“Fuck that fucking manager.” He was now wiping off the mess his cock just made from watching that goddamned pornography of that fucking manager his spy camera caught, “And I thought she was fantasizing about that fucking old man!”
With a smirk, Hiruma started plotting in his mind on how his fucking manager will make that fantasy of hers true. Hiruma cackled as he heard what her last words were before she left that fucking bathroom of hers.
“Oh my God, if Hiruma-kun knows about this…!”
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A/N: Part 2: OMG. It was strange putting those while eating (shudder). Really, I SWEAR. O.0 If you don’t know who the fucking old man is, he’s Takekura “Musashi” Gen. (Someone seriously NEEDS to write a delicious threesome of HirumaxMamorixMusashi…! We’re really missing out a lot on het fanfictions! Darn it.)
PS: Eyeshield 21 fandom! You’re the VERY first fandom who got me writing a rated-R fanfiction! It’s true! OMG. To think that a shounen-sports manga made me do this… o.0 (applauds)