Sneaking to your heart (Chapter 7)
Pairing : Yamachii
Type : Chaptered
Genre : Romance, Smut
Rating : NC-17
Chap summary : Yamada granted what Chinen wish.... :P
Warning : Yuri and Daiki is a girl in this fic,,,don't read if you don't like it.... :)
Notes : This whole chapter is purely 100% smut scene, so, if you don't want to read it, stay away from this chapter... :D
Chapter 7 :
Yamada bewildered. He thought he heard wrong. “What are you talking about?”
Chinen got up and sat on the bed. She pulled Yamada back to sit beside her.
“I want you to have sex with me.” She holds his hand and start touching his shirt with the other hand.
“Yuri, are you serious? You look tired, and I’m pretty sure you’ll regret it later.”
“No, I won’t. Unless you don’t like me and having sex with me is unbearable for you. I want you,” she whispered.
“You must be kidding. Of course I want you, since the last time we kissed, but, I had to stay away,” Yamada said gruffly. “You must not be serious….” Falling silent, he stared at her in grim misery.
He did not move when Chinen unbutton and pushed the shirt off her shoulders, or when she brought her body against his, or even when she slid her arms around his neck. She rubbed her face against the damp collar of his shirt, and hugged him fiercely.
“Ah, I always love your smell, sweet and masculine at the same time.” She’s inhaling deeply. It seemed that for the first time since morning she was able to breathe fully, the dull ache of sadness finally lifting from her chest.
“You don’t give me another choice.” A muffled groan escaped him, and he turned his head to fit his mouth against hers. His arms went around her, holding her securely. The room dissolved in a blur around her, and the smell of night was replaced by the masculine scent of Yamada’s skin.
She put her hands on his hot cheeks, his neck, and his grip tightened as if he were trying to pull her inside him.
‘Just this once…’ the wicked thought seized her and would not let go. ‘Just once …she’ll being selfish, forcing her will to others, thinking only of herself.’ Today is her birthday and being alone for long time, she doesn’t want feels it again.
Frantically she unbuttons his shirt. Yamada held still, though his chest moved in deep, breathless.
“Yuri…” His voice was low and unsteady. “Do you really know what you're doing?”
Recklessly she pushed the shirt open, baring him from neck to navel, and her breath stopped at the sight of him. From the first time she saw him, Yuri knows that Yamada’s chest is amazing, but she doesn’t have courage to watch him in close. Now she can do it, even touch it. He was a magnificent creatures, his muscle is hard and tanned.
Yuri touched him in awed wonder, spreading her hands on his furry chest, sliding her fingertips through to the tough muscle beneath then stroking the hard, rippled surface of his stomach. She found the sprinkling of hair around his navel, her fingertips investigating gently, and he made a sound of pained pleasure.
“Ugh..” Yamada groaned. Her touch makes Yamada shiver, full of lust. Catching her wrist, he pulled her hand away, holding it to the side as he stared at her. “If you touch me again,” he said raggedly, “I won't be able to stop. I'll take you right now, Yuri…do you understand?”
She moved toward him, pressed herself to his bare skin, burying her face on his chest. She felt his resistance break, his body shuddering as he wrapped his arms around her. His mouth sought hers urgently, extracting sensations that were indecent in their sheer sweetness.
Yamada remove shirt that already hanging on Chinen's shoulder, threw it to the floor. He reached back to unhook black bra which covering her breasts. He pulled the bra, wrapped it between his fingers before pulling Chinen back, and observed her. Her breasts spilled free, white and pink, the tips already contracted from the coolness of the room.
“You’re beautiful.” Yamada throw away that bra and filling his hands with the round, soft weights, He cradled the sensitive peaks within his palms.
“Hurry,” she said in agitation. “Ryosuke, please, I…I need you.” Now that she had abandoned herself in passion, she had lost all shame, all restraint. She wanted him over her, inside her, the heat of him couched between her legs.
“Shhhhh……” Hushing her with another kiss, Yamada shrugged off his shirt, baring his shoulders. He move until he can sat in the middle of her bed, pull out the blanket and pulled her to his lap. Reaching beneath her skirts, he spread her knees apart and guided them to either side of his hips. Chinen flushed as she settled onto his loins and felt the swollen hardness of his erection straining beneath his trousers. She could feel the immense shape of him burning against the delicate veil of her underwear.
“Oh! You’re so….” Chinen couldn’t find the right word to explain it.
“What? Hard? You couldn’t imagine how I wish being inside you right now. But I must prepare you first.” Yamada smirked.
Hooking his hands beneath her arms, Yamada brought her forward and kissed the space between her breasts. She cradled his brown head in her arms, and gasped as she felt his mouth close around a tender, peaked nipple. The strokes of his tongue were soft and hot. “Oh, Ryosuke..I feel…hot.” She tugged his hair.
He moved to her other breast and she felt the gentle pressure of his teeth as he tugged at her aching flesh. Quiet, incoherent sounds filtered from her throat, and she slid lower on his body, thrusting her damp breasts into his chest. His silken hair chest teased her, stimulated her, and she rubbed herself against him with a moan of pleasure.
His hands slipped beneath her skirts, and he fondled the round curves of her bottom. His touch became gentle, drifting over her body with maddening slowness. “More Ryosuke….I want more…..” Shakily she urged him once more to hurry, while in the back of her mind she was appalled by her own desperate need.
Suddenly Yamada laugh, the sound soft and low in his throat. “Easy Yuri, easy….I’ll give you what you want.” He unhooked the tape of her skirt and pulled the garment down her hips. She moved awkwardly to help him, feeling light-headed as the skirt and her underwear were stripped away.
She pressed her red face against his shoulder, breathing fitfully as he widened the spread of her legs over his hips. Yamada help her lying in bed, and positioning himself on top of her. “Now, you’ll be more comfortable.”
She put her arms around his shoulders, her fingers splayed wide over the hard slopes of muscle.
He drew the taut nipple again deeper into his mouth, suckling for long minutes, until he felt her thighs closing rhythmically on either side of his leg. His hand slid between her legs, expertly finding the touch of moisture hidden among the springy curls.
“Sweety……” Whispering softly, he parted the soft feminine flesh to discover the peak that ached so sweetly. He teased her, sliding his fingertip around the tiny nub but never quite touching it, until she gasped and lifted her hips uncontrolled.
“Please,” she whispered through lips that felt swollen and hot. “Please, Ryosuke…”
She felt his mouth brush hers, a delicious pressure that made her surge upward in an eager search for more. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth while she responded with utter abandon. Slowly, as if he were wary of frightening her, he drew away his hand and tugged at the fastenings of his trousers and remove it. She felt the hard, heavy spring of his released flesh, and her body jerked as she felt the touch of him. His body shifted over hers, and she felt his cock nudge against her.
“T-tell me what to do,” she begged, anxiously aware of her lack of knowledge. However, this is her first time.
“Are you asking how to please me?” His lips moved tenderly over her ear. “You don't even have to try.”
Encouraged by his word, Chinen reached down to the heavy shaft, her hand tremble a little as she closed it around the hardness. She touched him hesitantly, and her face turned red as his own hand covered hers and stroking it in a rougher, harder caress.
“Shouldn't I be more gentle with you?” she asked, somehow fear and excite at the same time.
“Men aren't like women,” he said rapidly. “You prefer gentleness…all we want is enthusiasm.”
Wordlessly Chinen demonstrated her enthusiasm until he removed her hand with a curse and a groan.
“Enough,” Yamada managed to say. “I don't want this to end too soon.”
“I do.” Chinen threw her arms around him and spread kisses over his chest and throat. “I want you…oh….Ryosuke…. I want…”
“Mine? Inside you? ……” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with wicked knowledge.
Chinen nodded against his throat, and spread herself beneath him, her body taut and trembling with the need to be taken, claimed, possess.
“Not so fast, Yuri…..” Yamada told her as he drew his hand in a slow, searching path over her breasts, stomach, abdomen, and she made an excited sound as his palm brushed over the small, curly patch of hair between her thighs. His fingers dipped into the curls with light touches. Never quite reach the place that had become hot. Her hips lifted urgently, searching for the stimulation he offer, and then she felt his mouth slide over her skin in a trail from her breasts to her stomach.
His hands closed over her hips, squeezing and steadying, and Chinen jumped in surprise as she felt his mouth drift over the moist curls.
“Ryosuke, what…..what are you doing?” Her voice trembling, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Yamada's brown head lifted as he glanced at her flushed face. “My sweet, virgin Yuri,” he said softly, “have I shocked you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.” He ordered her.
She stared at him in helpless expression. “Ryosuke, I couldn't…”
“Now.” And he breathed between her thighs, making her entire body quiver.
She closed her eyes and did it, resting her legs on his muscled back. His fingers stroke and open her, and then she felt his mouth, the slide of his tongue, and the pleasure of it comply her in a heaven taste. She felt him nibbling, licking, and the sensation thickened and spread inside her until she made sounds.
“Uhhh….more….Ryosuke….I…” Her gasps and pleas seemed to excite Yamada. He growled a little and gripped her buttocks with his hands, urging her higher against his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased her until she felt the pleasure rushing too fast and too hot to bear.
Chinen cry, the sensation overflowing into quivering release. His mouth remained upon her until the last release had faded and she was left weak and dazed.
Pulling her trembling legs away from his back, Yamada moved over her, put on a condom to his cock and settling his body between her thight. She felt the big, insistent shape of his sex pressing against her.
“Ryosuke, I’m tired.” She whispered through dry lips.
“It’s not over yet, Yuri.” He cupped her head in his hands, kissing her as he pushed inside her wet, swollen flesh. Chinen quivered as she felt him ease inside her, stretching and broke her virginity. She let out a faint whistling breath through her teeth.
“Am I hurting you?” His gaze raked over her face. His hand slipped between their bodies, stroking and adjusting, spreading her so that he rubbed directly against the aching thing hidden between the curls. The moment was so intimate that she nearly cry. Her body relaxed to accommodate him and suddenly there was no pain in his possession, only pleasure.
“No…” Chinen shook her head. Abandoning herself completely, she wrapped herself around him, her legs clamping on his hips.
Yamada's eyes closed, his brows furrowing. He took her nape in his hand and brought her forward, his mouth claiming hers hungrily. His other hand splayed over her hips, urging her against him in rhythm, thrusting in deep that made her moan and groan helplessly. He kept kissing her all the while, his mouth offering, consuming her with feverish heat.
Hotness and fire gathered inside her, while cries of need broke from her throat. A strange, wild fever had overtaken her, and she couldn't stop herself from writhing harder against him. She loved the rough, dense texture of his body, the thrusting length of him inside her, big hands that cupped her breasts as he rode her. Then suddenly she couldn't move at all, her muscles locking as burning pleasure take over and spread all through her body. Paralyzed, she bit her lip and moaned as her nerves caught fire and her senses exploded.
Although she didn't entirely understand what was happening, Yamada did, for he murmured softly and spread kiss in her face, his hips continuing their steady drives. She began to shudder, her body tightening around his invading shaft, and that was enough to send him over the edge as well. He shivered and sighed and buried himself in one last thrust. Her flesh worked sweetly on his, as he pumped and throbbed inside her.
Sighing deeply, Chinen wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly as the sensations subsided to a warm feel. She felt him try to move off her, and she murmured a protest. “No….”
“I'll crush you,” he whispered.
“I don't care.”
Smiling, he moved to his side and kept her with him.
“That’s the best ever for my first time,” Chinen said wonderingly.
A quiet laugh rumbled in Yamada's chest. “There are many things I'm going to enjoy teaching you.”
“There is still more I need to learn?” Chinen asked him in shocking.
“You’re too cute Yuri, yes, there is still more and you can do that only with me. Understand?” Yamada pinched her nose and smiled.
“Oh, I see….” Chinen yawned. “I feel sleepy. Good night, Ryosuke.”
“Good night, Yuri. Have a nice dream.” Yamada kiss her forehead and pulled the blanket.
“I love you….” Chinen murmured before she sleep, entering her beautiful dream.
The next morning when she wake up, Yamada already gone, leaving her alone.
***To Be Continued***
Notes : I don't expect this chapter will be so long....>_<
Now I really feel embarassed.... *run and hiding
And the next chap will be the last one, I'm going to finish this fic...
Sorry for bad grammar...and thanks for reading... :D
Comment always love....<333
Type : Chaptered
Genre : Romance, Smut
Rating : NC-17
Chap summary : Yamada granted what Chinen wish.... :P
Warning : Yuri and Daiki is a girl in this fic,,,don't read if you don't like it.... :)
Notes : This whole chapter is purely 100% smut scene, so, if you don't want to read it, stay away from this chapter... :D
Chapter 7 :
Yamada bewildered. He thought he heard wrong. “What are you talking about?”
Chinen got up and sat on the bed. She pulled Yamada back to sit beside her.
“I want you to have sex with me.” She holds his hand and start touching his shirt with the other hand.
“Yuri, are you serious? You look tired, and I’m pretty sure you’ll regret it later.”
“No, I won’t. Unless you don’t like me and having sex with me is unbearable for you. I want you,” she whispered.
“You must be kidding. Of course I want you, since the last time we kissed, but, I had to stay away,” Yamada said gruffly. “You must not be serious….” Falling silent, he stared at her in grim misery.
He did not move when Chinen unbutton and pushed the shirt off her shoulders, or when she brought her body against his, or even when she slid her arms around his neck. She rubbed her face against the damp collar of his shirt, and hugged him fiercely.
“Ah, I always love your smell, sweet and masculine at the same time.” She’s inhaling deeply. It seemed that for the first time since morning she was able to breathe fully, the dull ache of sadness finally lifting from her chest.
“You don’t give me another choice.” A muffled groan escaped him, and he turned his head to fit his mouth against hers. His arms went around her, holding her securely. The room dissolved in a blur around her, and the smell of night was replaced by the masculine scent of Yamada’s skin.
She put her hands on his hot cheeks, his neck, and his grip tightened as if he were trying to pull her inside him.
‘Just this once…’ the wicked thought seized her and would not let go. ‘Just once …she’ll being selfish, forcing her will to others, thinking only of herself.’ Today is her birthday and being alone for long time, she doesn’t want feels it again.
Frantically she unbuttons his shirt. Yamada held still, though his chest moved in deep, breathless.
“Yuri…” His voice was low and unsteady. “Do you really know what you're doing?”
Recklessly she pushed the shirt open, baring him from neck to navel, and her breath stopped at the sight of him. From the first time she saw him, Yuri knows that Yamada’s chest is amazing, but she doesn’t have courage to watch him in close. Now she can do it, even touch it. He was a magnificent creatures, his muscle is hard and tanned.
Yuri touched him in awed wonder, spreading her hands on his furry chest, sliding her fingertips through to the tough muscle beneath then stroking the hard, rippled surface of his stomach. She found the sprinkling of hair around his navel, her fingertips investigating gently, and he made a sound of pained pleasure.
“Ugh..” Yamada groaned. Her touch makes Yamada shiver, full of lust. Catching her wrist, he pulled her hand away, holding it to the side as he stared at her. “If you touch me again,” he said raggedly, “I won't be able to stop. I'll take you right now, Yuri…do you understand?”
She moved toward him, pressed herself to his bare skin, burying her face on his chest. She felt his resistance break, his body shuddering as he wrapped his arms around her. His mouth sought hers urgently, extracting sensations that were indecent in their sheer sweetness.
Yamada remove shirt that already hanging on Chinen's shoulder, threw it to the floor. He reached back to unhook black bra which covering her breasts. He pulled the bra, wrapped it between his fingers before pulling Chinen back, and observed her. Her breasts spilled free, white and pink, the tips already contracted from the coolness of the room.
“You’re beautiful.” Yamada throw away that bra and filling his hands with the round, soft weights, He cradled the sensitive peaks within his palms.
“Hurry,” she said in agitation. “Ryosuke, please, I…I need you.” Now that she had abandoned herself in passion, she had lost all shame, all restraint. She wanted him over her, inside her, the heat of him couched between her legs.
“Shhhhh……” Hushing her with another kiss, Yamada shrugged off his shirt, baring his shoulders. He move until he can sat in the middle of her bed, pull out the blanket and pulled her to his lap. Reaching beneath her skirts, he spread her knees apart and guided them to either side of his hips. Chinen flushed as she settled onto his loins and felt the swollen hardness of his erection straining beneath his trousers. She could feel the immense shape of him burning against the delicate veil of her underwear.
“Oh! You’re so….” Chinen couldn’t find the right word to explain it.
“What? Hard? You couldn’t imagine how I wish being inside you right now. But I must prepare you first.” Yamada smirked.
Hooking his hands beneath her arms, Yamada brought her forward and kissed the space between her breasts. She cradled his brown head in her arms, and gasped as she felt his mouth close around a tender, peaked nipple. The strokes of his tongue were soft and hot. “Oh, Ryosuke..I feel…hot.” She tugged his hair.
He moved to her other breast and she felt the gentle pressure of his teeth as he tugged at her aching flesh. Quiet, incoherent sounds filtered from her throat, and she slid lower on his body, thrusting her damp breasts into his chest. His silken hair chest teased her, stimulated her, and she rubbed herself against him with a moan of pleasure.
His hands slipped beneath her skirts, and he fondled the round curves of her bottom. His touch became gentle, drifting over her body with maddening slowness. “More Ryosuke….I want more…..” Shakily she urged him once more to hurry, while in the back of her mind she was appalled by her own desperate need.
Suddenly Yamada laugh, the sound soft and low in his throat. “Easy Yuri, easy….I’ll give you what you want.” He unhooked the tape of her skirt and pulled the garment down her hips. She moved awkwardly to help him, feeling light-headed as the skirt and her underwear were stripped away.
She pressed her red face against his shoulder, breathing fitfully as he widened the spread of her legs over his hips. Yamada help her lying in bed, and positioning himself on top of her. “Now, you’ll be more comfortable.”
She put her arms around his shoulders, her fingers splayed wide over the hard slopes of muscle.
He drew the taut nipple again deeper into his mouth, suckling for long minutes, until he felt her thighs closing rhythmically on either side of his leg. His hand slid between her legs, expertly finding the touch of moisture hidden among the springy curls.
“Sweety……” Whispering softly, he parted the soft feminine flesh to discover the peak that ached so sweetly. He teased her, sliding his fingertip around the tiny nub but never quite touching it, until she gasped and lifted her hips uncontrolled.
“Please,” she whispered through lips that felt swollen and hot. “Please, Ryosuke…”
She felt his mouth brush hers, a delicious pressure that made her surge upward in an eager search for more. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth while she responded with utter abandon. Slowly, as if he were wary of frightening her, he drew away his hand and tugged at the fastenings of his trousers and remove it. She felt the hard, heavy spring of his released flesh, and her body jerked as she felt the touch of him. His body shifted over hers, and she felt his cock nudge against her.
“T-tell me what to do,” she begged, anxiously aware of her lack of knowledge. However, this is her first time.
“Are you asking how to please me?” His lips moved tenderly over her ear. “You don't even have to try.”
Encouraged by his word, Chinen reached down to the heavy shaft, her hand tremble a little as she closed it around the hardness. She touched him hesitantly, and her face turned red as his own hand covered hers and stroking it in a rougher, harder caress.
“Shouldn't I be more gentle with you?” she asked, somehow fear and excite at the same time.
“Men aren't like women,” he said rapidly. “You prefer gentleness…all we want is enthusiasm.”
Wordlessly Chinen demonstrated her enthusiasm until he removed her hand with a curse and a groan.
“Enough,” Yamada managed to say. “I don't want this to end too soon.”
“I do.” Chinen threw her arms around him and spread kisses over his chest and throat. “I want you…oh….Ryosuke…. I want…”
“Mine? Inside you? ……” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with wicked knowledge.
Chinen nodded against his throat, and spread herself beneath him, her body taut and trembling with the need to be taken, claimed, possess.
“Not so fast, Yuri…..” Yamada told her as he drew his hand in a slow, searching path over her breasts, stomach, abdomen, and she made an excited sound as his palm brushed over the small, curly patch of hair between her thighs. His fingers dipped into the curls with light touches. Never quite reach the place that had become hot. Her hips lifted urgently, searching for the stimulation he offer, and then she felt his mouth slide over her skin in a trail from her breasts to her stomach.
His hands closed over her hips, squeezing and steadying, and Chinen jumped in surprise as she felt his mouth drift over the moist curls.
“Ryosuke, what…..what are you doing?” Her voice trembling, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Yamada's brown head lifted as he glanced at her flushed face. “My sweet, virgin Yuri,” he said softly, “have I shocked you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.” He ordered her.
She stared at him in helpless expression. “Ryosuke, I couldn't…”
“Now.” And he breathed between her thighs, making her entire body quiver.
She closed her eyes and did it, resting her legs on his muscled back. His fingers stroke and open her, and then she felt his mouth, the slide of his tongue, and the pleasure of it comply her in a heaven taste. She felt him nibbling, licking, and the sensation thickened and spread inside her until she made sounds.
“Uhhh….more….Ryosuke….I…” Her gasps and pleas seemed to excite Yamada. He growled a little and gripped her buttocks with his hands, urging her higher against his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased her until she felt the pleasure rushing too fast and too hot to bear.
Chinen cry, the sensation overflowing into quivering release. His mouth remained upon her until the last release had faded and she was left weak and dazed.
Pulling her trembling legs away from his back, Yamada moved over her, put on a condom to his cock and settling his body between her thight. She felt the big, insistent shape of his sex pressing against her.
“Ryosuke, I’m tired.” She whispered through dry lips.
“It’s not over yet, Yuri.” He cupped her head in his hands, kissing her as he pushed inside her wet, swollen flesh. Chinen quivered as she felt him ease inside her, stretching and broke her virginity. She let out a faint whistling breath through her teeth.
“Am I hurting you?” His gaze raked over her face. His hand slipped between their bodies, stroking and adjusting, spreading her so that he rubbed directly against the aching thing hidden between the curls. The moment was so intimate that she nearly cry. Her body relaxed to accommodate him and suddenly there was no pain in his possession, only pleasure.
“No…” Chinen shook her head. Abandoning herself completely, she wrapped herself around him, her legs clamping on his hips.
Yamada's eyes closed, his brows furrowing. He took her nape in his hand and brought her forward, his mouth claiming hers hungrily. His other hand splayed over her hips, urging her against him in rhythm, thrusting in deep that made her moan and groan helplessly. He kept kissing her all the while, his mouth offering, consuming her with feverish heat.
Hotness and fire gathered inside her, while cries of need broke from her throat. A strange, wild fever had overtaken her, and she couldn't stop herself from writhing harder against him. She loved the rough, dense texture of his body, the thrusting length of him inside her, big hands that cupped her breasts as he rode her. Then suddenly she couldn't move at all, her muscles locking as burning pleasure take over and spread all through her body. Paralyzed, she bit her lip and moaned as her nerves caught fire and her senses exploded.
Although she didn't entirely understand what was happening, Yamada did, for he murmured softly and spread kiss in her face, his hips continuing their steady drives. She began to shudder, her body tightening around his invading shaft, and that was enough to send him over the edge as well. He shivered and sighed and buried himself in one last thrust. Her flesh worked sweetly on his, as he pumped and throbbed inside her.
Sighing deeply, Chinen wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly as the sensations subsided to a warm feel. She felt him try to move off her, and she murmured a protest. “No….”
“I'll crush you,” he whispered.
“I don't care.”
Smiling, he moved to his side and kept her with him.
“That’s the best ever for my first time,” Chinen said wonderingly.
A quiet laugh rumbled in Yamada's chest. “There are many things I'm going to enjoy teaching you.”
“There is still more I need to learn?” Chinen asked him in shocking.
“You’re too cute Yuri, yes, there is still more and you can do that only with me. Understand?” Yamada pinched her nose and smiled.
“Oh, I see….” Chinen yawned. “I feel sleepy. Good night, Ryosuke.”
“Good night, Yuri. Have a nice dream.” Yamada kiss her forehead and pulled the blanket.
“I love you….” Chinen murmured before she sleep, entering her beautiful dream.
The next morning when she wake up, Yamada already gone, leaving her alone.
***To Be Continued***
Notes : I don't expect this chapter will be so long....>_<
Now I really feel embarassed.... *run and hiding
And the next chap will be the last one, I'm going to finish this fic...
Sorry for bad grammar...and thanks for reading... :D
Comment always love....<333