[Fic] Tease | Best Friend's Girl
Rating: M
Pairing: Naoto/fem!Naoki
A/N: Congratulations to 3JSB once again, for winning the 57th Japan Record Award two years in a row! Also, happy birthday to kalina_x your long-awaited fic no 240719 is here.
He caught his breath and stared.
Naoki was wearing a modest navy dress, prim and poised, her hair curling softly about her face, sipping from a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She was at ease in her new body, long legs crossed and heeled feet tucked under the couch she was sitting on.
He certainly would not mind if she had spread her legs like a man - easier access to the hidden jewels are always a bonus - but the girls from E-Girls had insisted he can any lewd thoughts of his now-female co-leader or they would throw their stilettos and hairbrushes at him, especially Shizuka who had looked as murderous as a hissing kitten.
98% tsun indeed.
The soft clip of approaching steps drew her attention. She turned, and angled her head shyly. “Naoto-san.”
He crossed to Naoki and cupped her chin in his hand as she looked up at him, a shy smile on her lips. Dipping his head as if to kiss them, so sweetly pouting and inviting, Naoto shifted at the last moment, pressing his kiss to the high curve of her cheek. "Naoki," he whispered, his lips lingering against the warm velvet of her skin.
He could feel the heat of her blush against his mouth. Sitting beside her, Naoto curled one palm over Naoki's bare knee, just under the hem of her skirt. She was trembling, her breath coming in shallow little pants, even as she tried masking her shivers beneath a stoic face.
“Must you really do all these things that keep making me fall in love with you?” said Naoto hotly, nosing her neck as he peppered her with tiny little kisses. “I’m already thirty-two, for heaven’s sake, no longer a teenager!”
“You can still pass off as one,” said Naoki, her heart racing from Naoto’s words and the hardness pressing against her thigh. “I don’t do them on purpose, Naoto-san.” His teeth scraped the long expanse of her neck, warm lips sucking the skin languidly. “Please- ah!”
Her breath hitched when Naoto snaked his hand down her breasts, fondling them for a short moment, then inched further south. His long fingers plucked at the elastic of her panties, one slipping inside to stroke through her damp curls, into the heated flesh beyond, all the while giving her a lazy, contented smile. Only his eyes gave him away; they sparkled lewdly. His finger skipped over her clit and she jumped.
“Naoto-san!” She swatted at his hand, only succeeding in pushing his finger deeper inside her and wrenching out a surprised moan from her throat.
With a smug grin, Naoto peppered light kisses on her face as he played her body like an instrument. He latched his teeth on her neck, sucking softly on the pretty red marks he had previously left on her.
"Lift your hips," Naoto coaxed. When she did, he slid her panties slowly over her thighs and down to her ankles. Naoki flushed in a mixture of desire and embarrassment, wondering for a brief second if she should have worn boxers instead just to spite him.
Wordlessly, Naoto maneuvered himself until he was straddling her. He pushed her back onto the leather surface as he flipped up the hem of her skirt, baring her to his hungry gaze. Squeaking, Naoki reached down to cover herself shyly. With a roll of his eyes, Naoto pushed her hands away. "Naoki, don’t act all shy on me now. I know you better than that. I promised to help you adjust to your new body, and I will."
"Naoto-san, that’s not a valid reason..." she protested weakly as his hands snaked back under her skirt.
“Just let me take care of you, alright?”
"Nao-san, I...oh!" she started, only to have her words die on a strangled moan. Frantically, Naoki stared down at Naoto's dark head as he smiled at her, before returning to the feast he'd spread out before him. She tried to pull him up by his silky hair, but he only held her hips still with both hands and proceeded to leisurely use his hot, velvety tongue on her.
Eyes rolling back into her head, Naoki surrendered to the delicious shivers of delight racing along her body, centering in that single spot on which Naoto was now concentrating.
"Nao-san...please..." she whined, but he ignored her, stroking his finger within her in shallow dips, pulling out to circle her opening, then slipping back inside to curl against her inner walls. Now, instead of focusing all of his attention on her sensitive clit, he laved her with long, cat-licks, lapping up the copious moisture coating her flesh. She felt boneless and distressingly empty.
Naoto knew he’d never tire of this, tire of her, and he intended to spend every waking moment reminding her just how much he loved her, how much he treasured her, how much he desired her.
With a playful growl, he spread her open with his fingers and suckled her clit hard between his lips. The sudden onslaught of his mouth on her took Naoki by surprise and she screamed, clenching rhythmically on his finger as he pushed it deeper inside her. "Nao-san!"
Naoto looked up at her, even as he continued to suckle at her and found her staring at him with wild eyes and the beginnings of a giddy smile. Sweat had beaded along her hairline and her cheeks were now rosy. Naoki was beautiful. A rush of affection for her made him redouble his efforts to send her back over that cliff's edge of ecstasy. Her grip on his neck tightened, fingernails digging into his nape, as she thrashed under his mouth.
He wanted her to crumble under his expert ministrations, to drive himself so deep inside her, she would gasp no one’s name but his when she came.
She was beautiful when she found her release, her soft cry of “Nao-san!” music to his ears.
With a grin, Naoto laid his damp cheek on her thigh, stroking his fingers over her quivering belly. "Naoki, you’re amazing, do you know that?"
Naoki tried not to combust from the heat of her blush.
Pairing: Naoto/fem!Naoki
A/N: Congratulations to 3JSB once again, for winning the 57th Japan Record Award two years in a row! Also, happy birthday to kalina_x your long-awaited fic no 240719 is here.
He caught his breath and stared.
Naoki was wearing a modest navy dress, prim and poised, her hair curling softly about her face, sipping from a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She was at ease in her new body, long legs crossed and heeled feet tucked under the couch she was sitting on.
He certainly would not mind if she had spread her legs like a man - easier access to the hidden jewels are always a bonus - but the girls from E-Girls had insisted he can any lewd thoughts of his now-female co-leader or they would throw their stilettos and hairbrushes at him, especially Shizuka who had looked as murderous as a hissing kitten.
98% tsun indeed.
The soft clip of approaching steps drew her attention. She turned, and angled her head shyly. “Naoto-san.”
He crossed to Naoki and cupped her chin in his hand as she looked up at him, a shy smile on her lips. Dipping his head as if to kiss them, so sweetly pouting and inviting, Naoto shifted at the last moment, pressing his kiss to the high curve of her cheek. "Naoki," he whispered, his lips lingering against the warm velvet of her skin.
He could feel the heat of her blush against his mouth. Sitting beside her, Naoto curled one palm over Naoki's bare knee, just under the hem of her skirt. She was trembling, her breath coming in shallow little pants, even as she tried masking her shivers beneath a stoic face.
“Must you really do all these things that keep making me fall in love with you?” said Naoto hotly, nosing her neck as he peppered her with tiny little kisses. “I’m already thirty-two, for heaven’s sake, no longer a teenager!”
“You can still pass off as one,” said Naoki, her heart racing from Naoto’s words and the hardness pressing against her thigh. “I don’t do them on purpose, Naoto-san.” His teeth scraped the long expanse of her neck, warm lips sucking the skin languidly. “Please- ah!”
Her breath hitched when Naoto snaked his hand down her breasts, fondling them for a short moment, then inched further south. His long fingers plucked at the elastic of her panties, one slipping inside to stroke through her damp curls, into the heated flesh beyond, all the while giving her a lazy, contented smile. Only his eyes gave him away; they sparkled lewdly. His finger skipped over her clit and she jumped.
“Naoto-san!” She swatted at his hand, only succeeding in pushing his finger deeper inside her and wrenching out a surprised moan from her throat.
With a smug grin, Naoto peppered light kisses on her face as he played her body like an instrument. He latched his teeth on her neck, sucking softly on the pretty red marks he had previously left on her.
"Lift your hips," Naoto coaxed. When she did, he slid her panties slowly over her thighs and down to her ankles. Naoki flushed in a mixture of desire and embarrassment, wondering for a brief second if she should have worn boxers instead just to spite him.
Wordlessly, Naoto maneuvered himself until he was straddling her. He pushed her back onto the leather surface as he flipped up the hem of her skirt, baring her to his hungry gaze. Squeaking, Naoki reached down to cover herself shyly. With a roll of his eyes, Naoto pushed her hands away. "Naoki, don’t act all shy on me now. I know you better than that. I promised to help you adjust to your new body, and I will."
"Naoto-san, that’s not a valid reason..." she protested weakly as his hands snaked back under her skirt.
“Just let me take care of you, alright?”
"Nao-san, I...oh!" she started, only to have her words die on a strangled moan. Frantically, Naoki stared down at Naoto's dark head as he smiled at her, before returning to the feast he'd spread out before him. She tried to pull him up by his silky hair, but he only held her hips still with both hands and proceeded to leisurely use his hot, velvety tongue on her.
Eyes rolling back into her head, Naoki surrendered to the delicious shivers of delight racing along her body, centering in that single spot on which Naoto was now concentrating.
"Nao-san...please..." she whined, but he ignored her, stroking his finger within her in shallow dips, pulling out to circle her opening, then slipping back inside to curl against her inner walls. Now, instead of focusing all of his attention on her sensitive clit, he laved her with long, cat-licks, lapping up the copious moisture coating her flesh. She felt boneless and distressingly empty.
Naoto knew he’d never tire of this, tire of her, and he intended to spend every waking moment reminding her just how much he loved her, how much he treasured her, how much he desired her.
With a playful growl, he spread her open with his fingers and suckled her clit hard between his lips. The sudden onslaught of his mouth on her took Naoki by surprise and she screamed, clenching rhythmically on his finger as he pushed it deeper inside her. "Nao-san!"
Naoto looked up at her, even as he continued to suckle at her and found her staring at him with wild eyes and the beginnings of a giddy smile. Sweat had beaded along her hairline and her cheeks were now rosy. Naoki was beautiful. A rush of affection for her made him redouble his efforts to send her back over that cliff's edge of ecstasy. Her grip on his neck tightened, fingernails digging into his nape, as she thrashed under his mouth.
He wanted her to crumble under his expert ministrations, to drive himself so deep inside her, she would gasp no one’s name but his when she came.
She was beautiful when she found her release, her soft cry of “Nao-san!” music to his ears.
With a grin, Naoto laid his damp cheek on her thigh, stroking his fingers over her quivering belly. "Naoki, you’re amazing, do you know that?"
Naoki tried not to combust from the heat of her blush.