Nobuta wo Produce: Illicit, NC-17
Title: Illicit
Author: Rinny
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Pairing: Bando/Nobuta
Word Count: 1279
Rating: NC-17, for girly-porn.
Disclaimer: I don't own. But if I did, there would be a lot more gay in Japan.
Nothing happened.
Bando repeats it over and over to herself, even as she’s wrapping the sheets around her nakedness.
Her mind is screaming. Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened. Nothingnothingnothing!
The place between her thighs is soaking wet and throbbing.
But nothing happened.
Nothing could happen.
“Get out.”
Nobuko’s eyes, dark and soft with satisfaction, track across the pillow to her.
Bando looks away; can’t bear to see the hurt therein.
“Get out!”
*
“Do you think if we made a boat of leaves Shuji and I could sail to Tokyo?”
This is Akira’s greeting when he answers his phone. It makes Nobuta smile, probably, just like he’d known it would.
“Hello, Akira.” She says his name like she knows he likes it. She imagines she can hear him smile, just like she’d known he would.
Curling her knees to her chest, she listens to him rattle on about school and boats and anything that comes flying into his head. There are a lot of thoughts flying into his head. Or maybe, maybe he’s been saving them up to tell her.
She knows she should ask for Shuji. Just to say hello. To tell him she misses them.
But Shuji would want to talk. He would hear everything she’s not saying and ask.
Sometimes, she wonders if Akira hears it too and just knows better.
She misses them both.
*
He’s not her boyfriend. Or maybe he is. Could he be? Did he think he was?”
The thoughts fly through her mind, disorienting and dragging her attention away from the hand under her skirt. She’s here because she doesn’t want to think about big brown eyes, trusting and open. No one has ever trusted her like that. She’s here because she needs to burn the taste of Nobuko from her mouth, fill herself with something hard and whole to banish the memory unexpected tenderness.
His fingers feel as alien inside her as his tongue is in her mouth. She fakes a moan and shoves down his pants.
*
“I want.”
Bando feels those two words, shaky and barely audible, burn through her. She wants to run, but can’t. Two words and her heart is already pounding.
She glares, years of perfecting her yankee image the only thing hiding the surge of nerves. She’s not sure she can walk away. Not in the face of Nobuko’s hard earned courage.
She admires it. Even if she doesn’t want to.
“Get lost.” Her voice shakes with real anger. She doesn’t want this. Can’t want this. She considers shoving the slighter girl away, but if she touches Nobuko, she’s not sure she’ll be able to stop.
“I want you.” Nobuko’s words are even and strong. She imagines she’s Akira, who isn’t afraid of anything and she’s Shuji who even when he’s scared can do what’s right.
This is right. She’s certain of it.
*
Bando uses teeth when she kisses Nobuko. She wants it to hurt. Wants Nobuko to run away and believe that this is as horrible an idea as it really is. Instead, the smaller girl parts her lips in further invitation, her teeth nipping at Bando’s lip in a gentler imitation.
Bando shoves Nobuko against the wall to hide the fact that her resolve is growing as weak as her knees. All the reasons that this was a bad idea are getting lost on the softness of Nobuko’s tongue dancing over hers. Their chests are pressed together and Bando can’t bear the layers of cloth between them.
Maybe…
She rips the shirt of Nobuko’s uniform over her head, half-convinced it will scare her away, more than half-hoping it wouldn’t. Nobuko’s hair is still hanging in her face, shielding lips plump and red from Bando’s kisses. She doesn’t move, only watches.
A curse rips past Bando’s lips as she fists both hands in Nobuko’s hair and angles her mouth for hers. Nobuko’s hands are firm on Bando’s hips, pulling them pelvis-to-pelvis. Bando’s moan is lost in Nobuko’s mouth when Nobuko’s hands find the warm curves of Bando’s ass and start hitching her skirt up.
*
Nobuta thinks she has her voice under control when she talks with Shuji.
He tells stories about Akira’s antics and she tells him about class and Mariko and how things are and aren’t the same now that he and Akira are gone.
The calm cadence of his voice is soothing and her heart swells a little with love. Even though he must be able to tell something is not quite right, he doesn’t push.
She and Shuji have always understood each other.
*
The mats are sticky and kind of smell like they’d been sitting too long in storage, but they’re soft and the door can lock and that’s all Nobuko cares about. She should care about the details more, she thinks, and the fact that she doesn’t gives her an illicit thrill.
Almost as thrilling as the release of her bra clasp and the mouth that descends down the column of her throat, wet and demanding. Bando is quiet, barely making a sound as Nobuko undresses her, she thinks it’s funny that she’s the louder one.
Long, thin fingers slide inside her and stay there, making it impossible to think of anything at all. Bando hesitates only a moment before thrusting, making her cry out and arch her back. She’s moving hard and fast and it’s so exactly like Bando that Nobuko wouldn’t want it any other way.
*
Akira called Nobuta.
Bando had left her alone again. Every time felt a little colder than the last.
“I kissed Shuji.”
“Oh,” Nobuta says, curling her knees to her chest. “That’s good.”
“Oh.” She could see Akira in her mind’s eye, scratching his head. “It is?”
“Yes.”
He hangs up without saying goodbye.
A moment later her phone is ringing again.
“Akira kissed me.”
“I know.”
Shuji has the sense not to ask how. “I don’t know how to feel about it.”
Nobuta is quiet for so long he thinks she hung up.
“There is no how in feeling,” she says quietly. “There just is.”
Shuji smiles, a hundred miles away.
*
They’re not quite naked. Nobuko still has her skirt, hiked high around her waist and Bando never managed to get her bra undone. It didn’t matter, really, when Nobuko’s mouth found her nipples through it, licking and sucking until Bando couldn’t bear it.
The damp spots stand out against the nude fabric, drawing Nobuko’s hands to them like a magnet as she arches her hips, rubbing herself against Bando’s thigh. The unruly locks of Nobuko’s hair are spread out in a sweaty fan, small breasts rocking with each grind of her hips. One of her knees is between Bando’s thighs, hitting just right to send sparks of pleasure spinning through her.
Everything feels so good. So elicit and wrong. And Bando doesn’t want this.
Only, she does.
Desperately.
She wants to bury her head between Nobuko’s thighs and drink in every drop until the other girl is completely drained. She wants to feel her soaked and slick against her clit, slipping and sliding and coming undone. She wants her pretty tongue and her pretty lips on every inch of skin. She wants it all.
She wants.
So she takes and Nobuko gives.
And somewhere between Nobuko’s tongue swirling around Bando’s clit and her hands between Bando’s thighs and Bando forcing Nobuko to her back with a deep, thorough kiss, their legs twining too perfectly, too comfortably together… Bando stops denying herself.
“Hey,” her fingers line a path down Nobuko’s thigh and she exhales one breath and takes another, “What are you doing tomorrow?”
Author: Rinny
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Pairing: Bando/Nobuta
Word Count: 1279
Rating: NC-17, for girly-porn.
Disclaimer: I don't own. But if I did, there would be a lot more gay in Japan.
Nothing happened.
Bando repeats it over and over to herself, even as she’s wrapping the sheets around her nakedness.
Her mind is screaming. Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened. Nothingnothingnothing!
The place between her thighs is soaking wet and throbbing.
But nothing happened.
Nothing could happen.
“Get out.”
Nobuko’s eyes, dark and soft with satisfaction, track across the pillow to her.
Bando looks away; can’t bear to see the hurt therein.
“Get out!”
*
“Do you think if we made a boat of leaves Shuji and I could sail to Tokyo?”
This is Akira’s greeting when he answers his phone. It makes Nobuta smile, probably, just like he’d known it would.
“Hello, Akira.” She says his name like she knows he likes it. She imagines she can hear him smile, just like she’d known he would.
Curling her knees to her chest, she listens to him rattle on about school and boats and anything that comes flying into his head. There are a lot of thoughts flying into his head. Or maybe, maybe he’s been saving them up to tell her.
She knows she should ask for Shuji. Just to say hello. To tell him she misses them.
But Shuji would want to talk. He would hear everything she’s not saying and ask.
Sometimes, she wonders if Akira hears it too and just knows better.
She misses them both.
*
He’s not her boyfriend. Or maybe he is. Could he be? Did he think he was?”
The thoughts fly through her mind, disorienting and dragging her attention away from the hand under her skirt. She’s here because she doesn’t want to think about big brown eyes, trusting and open. No one has ever trusted her like that. She’s here because she needs to burn the taste of Nobuko from her mouth, fill herself with something hard and whole to banish the memory unexpected tenderness.
His fingers feel as alien inside her as his tongue is in her mouth. She fakes a moan and shoves down his pants.
*
“I want.”
Bando feels those two words, shaky and barely audible, burn through her. She wants to run, but can’t. Two words and her heart is already pounding.
She glares, years of perfecting her yankee image the only thing hiding the surge of nerves. She’s not sure she can walk away. Not in the face of Nobuko’s hard earned courage.
She admires it. Even if she doesn’t want to.
“Get lost.” Her voice shakes with real anger. She doesn’t want this. Can’t want this. She considers shoving the slighter girl away, but if she touches Nobuko, she’s not sure she’ll be able to stop.
“I want you.” Nobuko’s words are even and strong. She imagines she’s Akira, who isn’t afraid of anything and she’s Shuji who even when he’s scared can do what’s right.
This is right. She’s certain of it.
*
Bando uses teeth when she kisses Nobuko. She wants it to hurt. Wants Nobuko to run away and believe that this is as horrible an idea as it really is. Instead, the smaller girl parts her lips in further invitation, her teeth nipping at Bando’s lip in a gentler imitation.
Bando shoves Nobuko against the wall to hide the fact that her resolve is growing as weak as her knees. All the reasons that this was a bad idea are getting lost on the softness of Nobuko’s tongue dancing over hers. Their chests are pressed together and Bando can’t bear the layers of cloth between them.
Maybe…
She rips the shirt of Nobuko’s uniform over her head, half-convinced it will scare her away, more than half-hoping it wouldn’t. Nobuko’s hair is still hanging in her face, shielding lips plump and red from Bando’s kisses. She doesn’t move, only watches.
A curse rips past Bando’s lips as she fists both hands in Nobuko’s hair and angles her mouth for hers. Nobuko’s hands are firm on Bando’s hips, pulling them pelvis-to-pelvis. Bando’s moan is lost in Nobuko’s mouth when Nobuko’s hands find the warm curves of Bando’s ass and start hitching her skirt up.
*
Nobuta thinks she has her voice under control when she talks with Shuji.
He tells stories about Akira’s antics and she tells him about class and Mariko and how things are and aren’t the same now that he and Akira are gone.
The calm cadence of his voice is soothing and her heart swells a little with love. Even though he must be able to tell something is not quite right, he doesn’t push.
She and Shuji have always understood each other.
*
The mats are sticky and kind of smell like they’d been sitting too long in storage, but they’re soft and the door can lock and that’s all Nobuko cares about. She should care about the details more, she thinks, and the fact that she doesn’t gives her an illicit thrill.
Almost as thrilling as the release of her bra clasp and the mouth that descends down the column of her throat, wet and demanding. Bando is quiet, barely making a sound as Nobuko undresses her, she thinks it’s funny that she’s the louder one.
Long, thin fingers slide inside her and stay there, making it impossible to think of anything at all. Bando hesitates only a moment before thrusting, making her cry out and arch her back. She’s moving hard and fast and it’s so exactly like Bando that Nobuko wouldn’t want it any other way.
*
Akira called Nobuta.
Bando had left her alone again. Every time felt a little colder than the last.
“I kissed Shuji.”
“Oh,” Nobuta says, curling her knees to her chest. “That’s good.”
“Oh.” She could see Akira in her mind’s eye, scratching his head. “It is?”
“Yes.”
He hangs up without saying goodbye.
A moment later her phone is ringing again.
“Akira kissed me.”
“I know.”
Shuji has the sense not to ask how. “I don’t know how to feel about it.”
Nobuta is quiet for so long he thinks she hung up.
“There is no how in feeling,” she says quietly. “There just is.”
Shuji smiles, a hundred miles away.
*
They’re not quite naked. Nobuko still has her skirt, hiked high around her waist and Bando never managed to get her bra undone. It didn’t matter, really, when Nobuko’s mouth found her nipples through it, licking and sucking until Bando couldn’t bear it.
The damp spots stand out against the nude fabric, drawing Nobuko’s hands to them like a magnet as she arches her hips, rubbing herself against Bando’s thigh. The unruly locks of Nobuko’s hair are spread out in a sweaty fan, small breasts rocking with each grind of her hips. One of her knees is between Bando’s thighs, hitting just right to send sparks of pleasure spinning through her.
Everything feels so good. So elicit and wrong. And Bando doesn’t want this.
Only, she does.
Desperately.
She wants to bury her head between Nobuko’s thighs and drink in every drop until the other girl is completely drained. She wants to feel her soaked and slick against her clit, slipping and sliding and coming undone. She wants her pretty tongue and her pretty lips on every inch of skin. She wants it all.
She wants.
So she takes and Nobuko gives.
And somewhere between Nobuko’s tongue swirling around Bando’s clit and her hands between Bando’s thighs and Bando forcing Nobuko to her back with a deep, thorough kiss, their legs twining too perfectly, too comfortably together… Bando stops denying herself.
“Hey,” her fingers line a path down Nobuko’s thigh and she exhales one breath and takes another, “What are you doing tomorrow?”