Awkward
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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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2,685
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Awkward
Characters: Chitose Senri, Miyuki
Rating: NC-17
Words: 914
Warnings: Incest, PWP.
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Chitose felt quite barbaric as he leaned over Miyuki. She was still so slight, even at eighteen, with bony shoulders like a boy's, tiny breasts and oh, was she tight. His mind couldn't focus on anything but her slick, heated entrance, the way she clenched around him and tried to suck him deeper in. Try to be gentle as he might, having her beg for more, more, harder, ah, nii-chan, please! made him drop all inhibitions he might have had.
It was wrong, yes, but it felt oh so good. What did it matter that there was a small nagging voice in the back of his foggy head? At the moment, the world revolved only around them, a tangle of limbs meeting and parting without rhyme or reason, without timing or rhythm. His body was on fire, his muscles ached, the tatami mat chafed his knees and sweat stung in the scratches Miyuki's sharp fingernails had left all over his back and arms, but mmh, the pain was so delicious, so right, it sent sparks flying straight to his groin.
Chitose was only vaguely aware that Miyuki might be hurting as much as he did. But she gasped and mewled, yelped and uttered strangled cries, made all those encouring sounds that drove him wild and stopped all caring sentiments dead in their tracks. He wanted to kiss her, to swallow her cries, taste them on his tongue, but he couldn't, unless he wanted to try and snap his spine in two. All he could do was pant and grope her awkwardly, stroke her sweat-slick skin, feel her jerk beneath him and dig her fingers into his shoulders.
His thighs began protesting, though he still couldn't stop, he wanted more of her, so he pulled her up and tried to switch into a different position. The bedding was in the way, but with a little prodding, shifting and struggling, she was finally seated on top of him, hair swaying around her delicate features, eyes glazed and mouth open. He eyed those lips hungrily, how they quivered when she took shaky breaths, how they were pressed together when she mewled, how they parted when she cried out.
Her strong thighs nearly crushed his hips and it was so delightful he nearly felt like laughing, but any sound died on his lips as he watched in fascination how he slid in an out of her, his cock glistening wetly with her juices.
"Nii-chan," she choked out as she slammed herself down hard.
"Don't," he rasped. "Don't call me that. Not now." Although his hazy brain didn't register it, that word felt too familiar, too wrong for the moment they were lost in.
"Senri, I'm..." she corrected, desperate. She looked so adorable, face scrunched up in pleasure, back taut and strung, hands pressed against his knees and hips wriggling in search for more friction. Could she possibly become any tighter? Moving his hands from the ass he had been massaging, he stroked the insides of her thighs, parted her slick folds wider and played with the small nub of her clit. He couldn't really pay attention to what exactly he did, he just rubbed his thumb absent-mindedly around the bundle of nerves, eliciting small whimpers he so enjoyed to hear.
Before he knew he had flipped her over again and was driving his length into her with increasing speed, she yelped in surprise as she landed uncomfortably on her back, then moaned and clawed at his back. "Senri, Senri..." she mewled again and again, as her hips bucked against his in their desperate search for release. "Ah, harder, please, Senri!" She bit his collarbone to stop the words tumbling incoherrently from her mouth and he couldn't take it any more. His hips jerked forward, over and over, uncontrallably, he needed to reach deeper, to be encompassed more, to be gripped tighter, anything, as he slammed relentlessly into Miyuki. He could feel her inner walls spasm around him and her fingers tighten around his arms as she threw her head back in a silent scream and shook beneath him.
Just a couple more thrusts into the squelching heat and his head went entirely blank for a second as he came, blood pounding in his ears, realizing a second too late that he released inside Miyuki. Hurriedly taking out his softening cock which earned himself a frustrated groan, he spattered two more sprays of milky white fluid onto her pelvis, while the rest dribbled out of Miyuki and onto his bedding. He sat back, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. Sweat ran down his face, sides, everywhere and his heart beat so hard against his ribcage he had trouble constraining it. The adrenaline rushing through his system was entirely like during tennis matches, but the exhilaration he felt was on a whole different level.
He looked down at the limp form of his sister (he shouldn't think of her like that), who was watching him tiredly, chest heaving with every puffy breath, and he realized that now he could have what he had ached for during their, well, love making. He tucked a few stray strands behind his ear and leaned down to press his lips against her in a wet and sloppy kiss, exactly the kind of contact he needed. He wanted to enjoy the closeness just a little more, before they would both wash, awkwardness would settle over them and they would pretend this never happened.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 914
Warnings: Incest, PWP.
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Chitose felt quite barbaric as he leaned over Miyuki. She was still so slight, even at eighteen, with bony shoulders like a boy's, tiny breasts and oh, was she tight. His mind couldn't focus on anything but her slick, heated entrance, the way she clenched around him and tried to suck him deeper in. Try to be gentle as he might, having her beg for more, more, harder, ah, nii-chan, please! made him drop all inhibitions he might have had.
It was wrong, yes, but it felt oh so good. What did it matter that there was a small nagging voice in the back of his foggy head? At the moment, the world revolved only around them, a tangle of limbs meeting and parting without rhyme or reason, without timing or rhythm. His body was on fire, his muscles ached, the tatami mat chafed his knees and sweat stung in the scratches Miyuki's sharp fingernails had left all over his back and arms, but mmh, the pain was so delicious, so right, it sent sparks flying straight to his groin.
Chitose was only vaguely aware that Miyuki might be hurting as much as he did. But she gasped and mewled, yelped and uttered strangled cries, made all those encouring sounds that drove him wild and stopped all caring sentiments dead in their tracks. He wanted to kiss her, to swallow her cries, taste them on his tongue, but he couldn't, unless he wanted to try and snap his spine in two. All he could do was pant and grope her awkwardly, stroke her sweat-slick skin, feel her jerk beneath him and dig her fingers into his shoulders.
His thighs began protesting, though he still couldn't stop, he wanted more of her, so he pulled her up and tried to switch into a different position. The bedding was in the way, but with a little prodding, shifting and struggling, she was finally seated on top of him, hair swaying around her delicate features, eyes glazed and mouth open. He eyed those lips hungrily, how they quivered when she took shaky breaths, how they were pressed together when she mewled, how they parted when she cried out.
Her strong thighs nearly crushed his hips and it was so delightful he nearly felt like laughing, but any sound died on his lips as he watched in fascination how he slid in an out of her, his cock glistening wetly with her juices.
"Nii-chan," she choked out as she slammed herself down hard.
"Don't," he rasped. "Don't call me that. Not now." Although his hazy brain didn't register it, that word felt too familiar, too wrong for the moment they were lost in.
"Senri, I'm..." she corrected, desperate. She looked so adorable, face scrunched up in pleasure, back taut and strung, hands pressed against his knees and hips wriggling in search for more friction. Could she possibly become any tighter? Moving his hands from the ass he had been massaging, he stroked the insides of her thighs, parted her slick folds wider and played with the small nub of her clit. He couldn't really pay attention to what exactly he did, he just rubbed his thumb absent-mindedly around the bundle of nerves, eliciting small whimpers he so enjoyed to hear.
Before he knew he had flipped her over again and was driving his length into her with increasing speed, she yelped in surprise as she landed uncomfortably on her back, then moaned and clawed at his back. "Senri, Senri..." she mewled again and again, as her hips bucked against his in their desperate search for release. "Ah, harder, please, Senri!" She bit his collarbone to stop the words tumbling incoherrently from her mouth and he couldn't take it any more. His hips jerked forward, over and over, uncontrallably, he needed to reach deeper, to be encompassed more, to be gripped tighter, anything, as he slammed relentlessly into Miyuki. He could feel her inner walls spasm around him and her fingers tighten around his arms as she threw her head back in a silent scream and shook beneath him.
Just a couple more thrusts into the squelching heat and his head went entirely blank for a second as he came, blood pounding in his ears, realizing a second too late that he released inside Miyuki. Hurriedly taking out his softening cock which earned himself a frustrated groan, he spattered two more sprays of milky white fluid onto her pelvis, while the rest dribbled out of Miyuki and onto his bedding. He sat back, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. Sweat ran down his face, sides, everywhere and his heart beat so hard against his ribcage he had trouble constraining it. The adrenaline rushing through his system was entirely like during tennis matches, but the exhilaration he felt was on a whole different level.
He looked down at the limp form of his sister (he shouldn't think of her like that), who was watching him tiredly, chest heaving with every puffy breath, and he realized that now he could have what he had ached for during their, well, love making. He tucked a few stray strands behind his ear and leaned down to press his lips against her in a wet and sloppy kiss, exactly the kind of contact he needed. He wanted to enjoy the closeness just a little more, before they would both wash, awkwardness would settle over them and they would pretend this never happened.