Loosening Up

A/N: Hello, this is me again, in my quest to make more het a-fanfictions! I’m really, really troubled by the fact that there are just like… 2 het fanfictions here. Not that I hate yaoi, but sometimes, people need het pairings. So, uhm… this is sort of a MusashixMamori fic, a little OOC, since I really don’t do MusaMamo… hints of HirumaxMamori in the ending.

Summary: Mamori finds a certain “old man” rather sexy when she bumps into him, topless.

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Loosening Up
By Luna Addictus
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“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, Musashi-kun!” Anezaki Mamori exclaimed as she dropped to her knees and began picking up the pieces of paper that scattered on the floor. Tiny droplets of water formed on the papers as the boy helped her gather the hard-worked analog data sheets. A certain smell of alcohol lingered in the air.

“It’s nothing, Anezaki.” His voice was hoarse and husky, very in tune with what he looked like. As Mamori straightened up, he handed her the papers. “Actually, I should be the one apologizing.”

“What are you talking-“ Mamori’s heart almost skipped a beat when she saw him.

Takekura “Musashi” Gen was shirtless, more importantly, his lower body was just covered by a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp, his torso, oh my God.

“The men’s shower room’s under repair, and the changing room’s got no water. But if you want to I could just go-“

“I don’t mind.” Mamori immediately said. Musashi raised a brow. She flustered, “I mean, it’s no big deal… uh… you could use the room behind the counter, I… er… could stay here.”

“Yeah.” He replied.

Mamori took a deep breath. ‘What the heck am I doing?!’

“By the way, Anezaki,” she turned around when she heard her name. “You look pretty good when you’re all flustered, you should do that all the time.”

Mamori’s eyes widened at his comment, and her face reddened even more, if it was possible. Hiruma usually teases her on these kind of things, so she knew she shouldn’t be excited whenever somebody tells her that. But still…!

“… shit.” She heard him say. “Anezaki, you still there?”

“… Yes…?” she replied.

It took a little while before Musashi talked again, “Do you have spare tissues there?”

‘Tissues? For what?’ Mamori thought as she stood up from her usual seat, “I’ll go take a look…” she wandered to the medicine cabinet. She heard him say ‘thanks’, just before finding a small packet of tissues. “We’re running low on tissues… what are those boys doing with them? Playing?” she complained as she placed the pack on the counter.

“No. Wiping a certain kind of mess, most probably.” It was Musashi. And OH MY GOD. He seemed to forget his towel!

Mamori immediately looked away, “Uh… I think a have to go outside…”

“Don’t you want to stay here… for a while longer…?” Mamori felt a tug on her hand as he gripped her wrist. He pulled her to him and he kissed her.

“Mmm! (Musashi-kun!)” she whimpered. What the hell…! She tried to pull away from his grip, but his hands were powerful, she could not even move her wrists! With her struggling, Musashi broke away.

“… Sorry.” He sighed.

Mamori put her hand on her arm, “… there’s something bothering you, Musashi-kun…?” Okay, so that wasn’t a normal approach of a person who had just been forced into kissing him, but she was the manager and he was a club member. She had to fuss over and be nosy in their lives.

He looked at her with unreadable eyes, “Yeah. It’s about you and Hiruma.” His face was now a little flustered, and from the smell of him, it seemed he was the source of that alcoholic scent earlier.

“Eh?!” she raised a brow at him, “What about me and him?!”

Musashi pushed his hands on the wall, trapping her between him and the cold wall. Unlike her previous position, there was no more wall that separated her from him. She was definitely NOT going to look down, as she was so sure that he was not wearing anything. Right now. Musashi leaned over, while Mamori closed her eyes.

“Nothing.” He murmured as his hand cupped her chin, he dipped his head low and kissed her for the second time that day.

His lips covered her own, Mamori could feel the heat that emancipated from his uncovered body; he nipped her lower lip a little as his other hand traveled behind Mamori’s left ear, a place where she was rather sensitive. As Mamori gasped, Musashi took advantage of the moment and darted his tongue inside her mouth.

Strange enough, Mamori felt a surge of excitement as she felt his tongue brush on her own. She felt him licking every part of her mouth, and she felt rather… challenged. She wasn’t going to be dominated by something like this! Mamori pushed back at him, trying to gain control of the heated kiss, or rather, tongue hockey, as both wrestled with their tongues, not backing down.

Mamori then clung her right leg on Musashi’s waist, pulling him closer to him; with his arousal almost hitting her entrance, Mamori writhed and Musashi finally took control of their kiss. Her hands were now on the back of his neck, and on his hair, pulling him closer to her.

They parted from their kiss, as they caught up with their breath. But it was such a small break as Musashi devoured her luscious mouth once more. He ravished her mouth, and at the same time, kneading those mounds that were covered by her uniform.

“Take off… take it off…” Mamori breathed, as Musashi’s mouth lapped on her neck. But Musashi didn’t need anyone to tell him that. He literally ripped off the buttons of her uniform, revealing her cleavage. He smirked as he twirled the frills of her bra, “Cute.”

“Take it off…” she moaned as Musashi slid his hands under her bra.

Mamori arched her back as he massaged her breasts. “Ahhh.. Musashi-kun… more…”

‘What a lustful girl…’ he smirked, as continued on groping her tender breasts. He intentionally brushed her nipples with more pressure, causing the girl to moan for him. As Mamori opened her mouth, he delved his tongue in the sweet crevices of her mouth once again. He tweaked her nipples hard, elating another moan from her, which was immediately drunk by Musashi in their heated fervor.

“Aahhh… ohhh…. Mu.. Musas… Musashi-kun… t-take… it… off…” she breathed hard as he sucked on her neck, leaving a kiss mark on it. He licked her collarbone until the valley between her soft mounds; he gazed at her now-pebble-hard nipples that perked up.

“Aiiiyyyyaahhhh…” she tossed her head back as Musashi encased her nipple with his mouth and started to suckle it as if there was no tomorrow. She found his hair and pulled him closer as he nipped her erect nipple. Eliciting a delighted moan, Mamori felt bolts of pleasure traveling inside her body as Musashi continued his way with her breasts, “Ohhh… good…. Soooo… good… Mu-Musashi-kun…”

Mamori, her better judgment now clouded with ecstasy, moaned in pleasure as Musashi found his way to her feminine folds. She knew this was wrong, she knew she should tell him to stop, she knew she should feel ashamed of herself… but oh gods!

Musashi parted her feminine folds with his fingers and dipped a single digit on her moist core.

“OH FUCKING GODS!” she shouted as she struggled to get away. Musashi was stronger than she was, that was a fact, so it only took him one hand to hold her hands up high. “Take it off! Take it off!” she cried.

“It’s just a finger.” Musashi said, in a tone telling her that she should be happy that he didn’t put in his penis.

“B-but…” she bit her lip.

“Have I ever failed you today?” he asked.

She did not need to answer though, as when Musashi pushed his finger inside her wet entrance, Mamori groaned.

“Part your legs more, Anezaki, can’t fit the finger.” He panted, almost a command. But she complied, nonetheless, as she felt his finger going in and out of her was rather… good. Although she felt rather violated with his fingers (now increased by another one), she could not help but pant under his ministrations. He pushed his fingers inside her throbbing walls, convulsing violently against his masterpiece.

It did not take long before Mamori’s breathing became ragged as she twitched and writhed while Musashi worked on her lower body.

It did not help that she felt a tongue searing on her opening.

“M-Musashi-kun!” she moaned, as if asking him ‘Why?’

He did not answer her call, although she knew he understood her shout. Or maybe he just had another way of answering her as he bit her clit, almost driving her insane. Her hands pulled his hair as licked and sucked the juices that were now freely flowing from her moist folds.

“Aahhhh… Oooohhh… Mmmm…” she lolled her head to the side, squinting her eyes. Her fingers twitched as pure bliss escalated her lust. Mamori chanted Musashi’s name like prayer to the Gods (or to the Devil, whoever you want to talk to) as he continued on lapping her core with both his mouth and fingers; with every pull and push of flesh, she groaned in pleasure; every jolt of satisfying electricity extinguished any thoughts of struggle from his care; she wailed in bliss as he inserted his tongue on her hot wetness.

With another trust of his fingers inside her, and him biting on the sensitive nub just right above her clit. She came. Hard. She screamed with all her worth as he continued on lavishing her core with his slick tongue.

Feeling helpless and weak after her orgasm, she almost slumped on the floor, if it wasn’t for Musashi who became her support so she could stand. He then picked her up, as if she was the bride, with him as her groom. He laid her on the couch. He then took his shirt and began putting on clothes. Pretty much weird, since from what Mamori knew, normally, people would wear clothes bottoms up.

Mamori blushed as she saw his engorged member.

“I… I…” was all she could mutter. Musashi stifled a laugh as he was just about to wear his boxers, “That,” he pointed out, “can always have next time. It’s not like I couldn’t do it myself.”

“Then why?!” she mustered up all of her energy just to say that without stopping. Musashi was now wearing his pants.

“Because you’re too tensed up with the team, you gotta loosen up. It’s not like Hiruma doesn’t masturbate.” He picked his ear with the pinky of his right hand.

Mamori then found herself reverting to her usual self, “And what does that mean?!”

“All that sexual tension between you two needs an outlet every now and then.” He answered simply, as if it was a fact. “Could we keep this a secret? That idiot will definitely kill me for doing this.”

“What the-?!” she gave him a weirded out expression as he walked to the door. He then stopped.

“Anezaki.” He said, almost in a serious tone. Almost. “I didn’t know you were such a lustful girl.”

With that, Mamori then reminded herself that Musashi was definitely Hiruma’s friend, grabbed the nearest thing to her and sent it flying to the door, which was immediately closed by Musashi.

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A/N: Yaa! I really hope I didn’t fuck out on making Musashi OOC… wahhh… please don’t kill me!