BLACK CHERRY / The Game (Chapter 4)
Title: The Game (Chapter 4)
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Characters: Ryo x はるき
Genre: General
Table: One
Prompt: 027. Reverse
Word Count: 2364
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The rules of The Game were very simple.
Author's Notes: Part One | Part Two | Part Three.
The Game
Chapter Four
(027. Reverse)
The moment Ryou returned to his apartment that night, he poured himself a glass of whisky and slumped to the couch.
He undid his tie with a sigh, closing his eyes as his whisky remained untouched in his right hand. The silence in the room was cut short as he felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. After a few seconds it vibrated again, and again for the third time shortly after.
He opened his eyes, narrowed with annoyance as he finally took out his cellphone. Nine new messages within the last thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes since he left Haruki’s apartment.
The first message was unsurprisingly from Kei, who texted, Congratulations, R.H.. You finally did it. Scored a lucky one with a virgin, huh?
I haven’t been with a virgin in ages! I’m jealous! Said S.Y. from the Computer Sciences department.
A.T. from Biology. Damn Pythagoras, you bastard! How did she feel like?
Ryou skimmed through the rest of the messages, all pretty much saying the same thing as he tossed his cellphone to the coffee table with a sigh. He finally brought the whisky to his lips and drained it empty.
Yes, he was a lucky man indeed.
--
Haruki was doing research in the library when her cellphone on the table vibrated. She quickly picked it up, looking around and hoping the librarian didn’t notice. She read her message under the table, her heart skipping a beat when Prof. Hirose texted, Where are you right now?
Haruki stared at her screen for a considerable while, feeling her cheeks grow warm as she remembered what happened only a few days ago. Up to now she still couldn’t believe that she slept with her professor. She always told herself that it would be at least half a year before she allowed herself to sleep with someone. Strangely enough, she simply felt more embarrassed than regretful of what happened. She liked Prof. Hirose. Most girls she knew had one-night stands with complete strangers. She wasn’t that kind of girl.
With a deep breath, she replied, Library.
Haruki slowly slipped her phone in her pocket, staring at her open notebook and finding herself unable to concentrate. With a sigh she closed her books, standing up to return them to the shelves.
She made her way down to the History aisle, scanning the titles as she slipped a book back in its place. Returning the thick encyclopedia proved more difficult as it was just an inch higher than she could reach.
She felt a brush of clothes behind her as a hand shot up and slipped the book in for her. She turned around, her breath almost stopping.
“Thanks,” she swallowed.
“No problem,” Ryou muttered, his arm lingering above her and locking her in place. He pulled away just in time as a student passed by.
“So um,” She cleared her throat. “You were looking for me?”
“Yeah,” He slipped his hands in his pockets. “Sorry I left your place early the other night.”
“Oh,” Her cheeks flushed again as she looked away. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
Haruki concentrated on the floor, unable to look back at him. She could feel his eyes on her as she waited for his reply.
“When can we meet again?” he finally asked.
She slowly looked up at him again, her heart beating faster as she held his serious gaze.
“Anytime,” She nonchalantly tried to shrug.
“Can we have dinner tonight?”
“Sure,” She pursed her lips. “Where?”
“There’s a new beef stew recipe I’d like to try out. Are you interested?”
“Oh, you’re cooking?” she laughed. “Well, I guess I can’t say no to that.”
“Good.” His smile sent a tingle down her spine. “I’ll see you later then.”
“Okay,” she murmured as she watched his figure disappear down the aisle.
--
“That was amazing. Are you sure you’ve never cooked this dish before?”
Ryou smirked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Yes.”
“Unbelievable,” Haruki shook her head as she swished her glass of wine. “I wish I could cook as well as you do. It would make my mother proud.”
“It doesn’t hurt to try,” he replied, standing up to clear his plate. She rose as well, doing the same.
“Sit down. You’re my guest.”
“No, I insist,” she said, already bringing her dishes to the sink before he knew it. “This is the least I could do after a wonderful dinner.”
“Very well,” he shrugged, placing the rest of the plates next to her as she let the faucet run. He briefly returned to the dining room to tidy up the table as he watched her back. Her nape was visible from her shirt as he approached her again and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Hey,” he murmured, planting a kiss on her shoulder. “Do that later.”
He felt her stiffen, but her tone and expression was innocent as she faced him. “Why?”
“I think you know why.”
Haruki stared at the sink again, watching the water running all over the plates. She entertained the possibility of this happening. Besides, it wasn’t like it was going to be her first time again, so why was she still feeling a little apprehensive?
She closed her eyes at the feel of his soft, warm lips on her shoulder. His arm felt both gentle and possessive around her waist as he pulled her in. She felt his rigid body behind her, ready and wanting.
He didn’t wait for her answer as he turned off the faucet. He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He didn’t turn around to see the uneasiness in her eyes, but she didn’t stop him from leading her anyway.
Ryou’s bedroom seemed to encapsulate his tastes perfectly. The entire room was minimalistic with only shades of black and white in design. Before her the king-sized bed had a dark grey mattress with black and white pillowcases against a padded headboard. Along with his light grey curtains drawn back, everything went well with his Spartan white walls. The room was striking with its simple but tasteful design, and Haruki liked it.
“Do the interiors fascinate you that much?” he asked, snapping her out of her reverie.
“Oh!” she blinked before uneasily laughing. “I’m sorry. I just think your bedroom looks stunning.”
“So do you,” he murmured, reaching for her wrist again to pull her in.
She met his hungry kiss with slight hesitation, but she willed herself to relax. She allowed his eager mouth to taste her and his warm, large hands to caress her as her reservations slowly began to melt. Everything was going to be fine. Nothing was going to hurt anymore and it would feel good on such a nice bed...
He gently pushed her to the bed as she crawled back to the pillows. He removed his shirt before moving towards her, and she was able to admire the way his muscular arms and chest shifted when he crept forward. He kissed her again, his hands already undoing her jeans as he tugged on it almost impatiently.
He thought she never looked any more vulnerable lying before him in her shirt and panties as she looked up at him with wide, apprehensive eyes. He almost felt guilty, until he became angry at the realization that it had been his choice to go for a bumbling virgin. Granted she’d already lost her innocence to him a few days ago; it was only unfortunate her personality in the bedroom didn’t seem likely to change.
He ignored her faint squeal as he pulled her panties down. It didn’t matter. After tonight, he only had to do this for four times more. He had to be quick about it too. He didn’t want to lose to Kei this year.
With an inward sigh, he crouched between her legs. As soon as he kissed her inner left thigh, she immediately tensed.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a small voice.
“I’m going to make you feel good.”
“How? Ah...!”
Haruki’s eyes briefly widened before she closed her eyes at the feel of his mouth between her legs. The sudden, unbelievable pleasure quickly overrode whatever embarrassment she felt, and soon she was writhing beneath him under the mercy of his mouth. His tongue touched places that she didn’t think would bring her such ecstasy. Instinctively, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and moaned as he sucked on the core of her pleasure.
Ryou looked up to find Haruki with her back arched and her skin flushed. Going down was the easiest and fastest way to make any girl change her mind, and Haruki had not been an exception. It was predictably easy, although there was something about the way she moaned that he thought was a refreshing melody to his ears. Practically all the girls he’d fucked before all sounded like children with their high-pitched yelps. Haruki’s was lower and a little more guttural. A little more... real.
He knew that she was wet and ready, but curiously, he slipped a finger inside her anyway. Her reaction was worth it as she gasped, hips bucking at the sudden, delightful intrusion. He slipped another finger, slowly sliding in and out as she impulsively grabbed his wrist. She didn’t try to stop him, though her grip was certainly tight as his fingers expertly explored her.
“Please...!” she gasped, and that was all it took for him to seize her by the thighs. He reached for a condom from his bedside table, putting it on with one hand while the other remained stroking her wetness.
Finally he parted her legs wide, entering her in one swift, fluid motion as she released a cry. She felt so gratifyingly tight around him as he thrust inside her hard and fast. Now that she was no longer a virgin, he didn’t need to be slow and careful with her anymore. He fucked her the way he enjoyed fucking every other girl: he pounded her with a swift ruthlessness as her loud cries filled his room.
Beneath him, Haruki was hurting. Ryou was moving much too aggressively, overwhelming her inexperienced self. He didn’t seem to listen when she asked him repeatedly to slow down, until when she screamed out loud enough did he finally stop to glance down on her, almost with an impatient look on his face.
“Wait...” she groaned, putting a hand to his stomach as he pulled out of her with a sigh. She felt his frustration as she bit her lower lip and uneasily looked up at him. “What if I go on top for a little bit?”
He raised his eyebrows, but he said nothing as he moved to her side and lay on his back.
Slowly she sat up, swallowing back her nervousness as she went on top of him. He watched as she took hold of his shaft and tried to guide it inside her a little clumsily at the beginning, until she managed to come down on him and let herself be filled again.
He relaxed as he stretched his legs out, thankful to be comfortable and let her do all the work. He folded his arms above his head and observed her trying to figure out how to maneuver herself on top of him. This was going to be interesting.
Haruki put both her hands on top of his hard, lean stomach, slowly moving her hips forward and backward until she began to find her rhythm. Though he still felt painfully large inside her, the pace she had set made it easier to adjust to him as she began to relax. She moved above him gradually but steadily, guiding him to what made her feel good as she closed her eyes in pleasure.
Ryou intently watched Haruki beginning to enjoy herself above him as her hips began to move a little faster. She had a seductive sway to it as she gyrated in a circular motion; the leisurely pace of it untowardly making it sexier. Soon he found his hands on her waist, gripping it tight as he bucked his hips up to drive himself further in her. She softly moaned in return as he fondled her right breast, grazing a thumb over her nipple while his other hand squeezed her left buttock.
Haruki groaned again in that sensual, husky voice, and he found himself becoming more aroused by it. Finally he began to thrust into her again, and this time she was receptive of it as he pumped firmly and deeply into her. She bounced above him, meeting his movements as she threw her head back. She was a glorious sight with her breasts bouncing and her mouth open with pleasure as she impaled herself on top of him.
Ryou let out one low, throaty growl as he finally came. She collapsed above him, skin warm with a sheen of sweat as he felt her rapid heartbeat against his.
After a couple of seconds she finally sat up, extricating herself from him as she cast him an embarrassed glance.
“I’m going to clean up. Can I use your bathroom?” she asked in a small voice.
“Sure,” he murmured, watching as she disappeared inside his bathroom.
The cellphone on his bedside table vibrated. He picked it up with a grunt and opened his new message.
5/21 Recent Updates
Pythagoras - 2-6 PLH CLEARED 5/21 (Video up!)
After a minute he received another text. It was from Kei.
Now we’re finally playing! It was getting boring without you!
Ryou smirked but didn’t reply. He felt for the button hidden in a corner of his bedside table and pressed it, disabling the camera in the room.
He heard the sound of water running as he looked up at the ceiling. Well that was unexpected. Perhaps Haruki would prove not to be a bad choice after all. She just proved herself to be a quick learner and managed to make this session a little more enjoyable. Now he couldn’t help but wonder what else he could possibly awaken out of her...
Ryou got up and left the room. He’d find out soon enough.
to be continued
A/N: OMG after two years I finally update this thing. I pretty much decided I wouldn't update this journal anymore, but my muse randomly returned and alas, this is what happens. I *will* finish this (erotica) mini-series, because God knows I have way too many unfinished projects floating around the Internet... *guiltily eyes Bargain*
Anywho, I've also decided that I'll probably be reviving this journal as my dump for more NC-17 content because I'm a nasty, nasty writer who just can't help herself 8D Nobody else here is probably looking forward to that, but I am. Mwaha. >D
Toodles, bitchz~
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Characters: Ryo x はるき
Genre: General
Table: One
Prompt: 027. Reverse
Word Count: 2364
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The rules of The Game were very simple.
Author's Notes: Part One | Part Two | Part Three.
The Game
Chapter Four
(027. Reverse)
The moment Ryou returned to his apartment that night, he poured himself a glass of whisky and slumped to the couch.
He undid his tie with a sigh, closing his eyes as his whisky remained untouched in his right hand. The silence in the room was cut short as he felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. After a few seconds it vibrated again, and again for the third time shortly after.
He opened his eyes, narrowed with annoyance as he finally took out his cellphone. Nine new messages within the last thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes since he left Haruki’s apartment.
The first message was unsurprisingly from Kei, who texted, Congratulations, R.H.. You finally did it. Scored a lucky one with a virgin, huh?
I haven’t been with a virgin in ages! I’m jealous! Said S.Y. from the Computer Sciences department.
A.T. from Biology. Damn Pythagoras, you bastard! How did she feel like?
Ryou skimmed through the rest of the messages, all pretty much saying the same thing as he tossed his cellphone to the coffee table with a sigh. He finally brought the whisky to his lips and drained it empty.
Yes, he was a lucky man indeed.
--
Haruki was doing research in the library when her cellphone on the table vibrated. She quickly picked it up, looking around and hoping the librarian didn’t notice. She read her message under the table, her heart skipping a beat when Prof. Hirose texted, Where are you right now?
Haruki stared at her screen for a considerable while, feeling her cheeks grow warm as she remembered what happened only a few days ago. Up to now she still couldn’t believe that she slept with her professor. She always told herself that it would be at least half a year before she allowed herself to sleep with someone. Strangely enough, she simply felt more embarrassed than regretful of what happened. She liked Prof. Hirose. Most girls she knew had one-night stands with complete strangers. She wasn’t that kind of girl.
With a deep breath, she replied, Library.
Haruki slowly slipped her phone in her pocket, staring at her open notebook and finding herself unable to concentrate. With a sigh she closed her books, standing up to return them to the shelves.
She made her way down to the History aisle, scanning the titles as she slipped a book back in its place. Returning the thick encyclopedia proved more difficult as it was just an inch higher than she could reach.
She felt a brush of clothes behind her as a hand shot up and slipped the book in for her. She turned around, her breath almost stopping.
“Thanks,” she swallowed.
“No problem,” Ryou muttered, his arm lingering above her and locking her in place. He pulled away just in time as a student passed by.
“So um,” She cleared her throat. “You were looking for me?”
“Yeah,” He slipped his hands in his pockets. “Sorry I left your place early the other night.”
“Oh,” Her cheeks flushed again as she looked away. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”
Haruki concentrated on the floor, unable to look back at him. She could feel his eyes on her as she waited for his reply.
“When can we meet again?” he finally asked.
She slowly looked up at him again, her heart beating faster as she held his serious gaze.
“Anytime,” She nonchalantly tried to shrug.
“Can we have dinner tonight?”
“Sure,” She pursed her lips. “Where?”
“There’s a new beef stew recipe I’d like to try out. Are you interested?”
“Oh, you’re cooking?” she laughed. “Well, I guess I can’t say no to that.”
“Good.” His smile sent a tingle down her spine. “I’ll see you later then.”
“Okay,” she murmured as she watched his figure disappear down the aisle.
--
“That was amazing. Are you sure you’ve never cooked this dish before?”
Ryou smirked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Yes.”
“Unbelievable,” Haruki shook her head as she swished her glass of wine. “I wish I could cook as well as you do. It would make my mother proud.”
“It doesn’t hurt to try,” he replied, standing up to clear his plate. She rose as well, doing the same.
“Sit down. You’re my guest.”
“No, I insist,” she said, already bringing her dishes to the sink before he knew it. “This is the least I could do after a wonderful dinner.”
“Very well,” he shrugged, placing the rest of the plates next to her as she let the faucet run. He briefly returned to the dining room to tidy up the table as he watched her back. Her nape was visible from her shirt as he approached her again and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Hey,” he murmured, planting a kiss on her shoulder. “Do that later.”
He felt her stiffen, but her tone and expression was innocent as she faced him. “Why?”
“I think you know why.”
Haruki stared at the sink again, watching the water running all over the plates. She entertained the possibility of this happening. Besides, it wasn’t like it was going to be her first time again, so why was she still feeling a little apprehensive?
She closed her eyes at the feel of his soft, warm lips on her shoulder. His arm felt both gentle and possessive around her waist as he pulled her in. She felt his rigid body behind her, ready and wanting.
He didn’t wait for her answer as he turned off the faucet. He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He didn’t turn around to see the uneasiness in her eyes, but she didn’t stop him from leading her anyway.
Ryou’s bedroom seemed to encapsulate his tastes perfectly. The entire room was minimalistic with only shades of black and white in design. Before her the king-sized bed had a dark grey mattress with black and white pillowcases against a padded headboard. Along with his light grey curtains drawn back, everything went well with his Spartan white walls. The room was striking with its simple but tasteful design, and Haruki liked it.
“Do the interiors fascinate you that much?” he asked, snapping her out of her reverie.
“Oh!” she blinked before uneasily laughing. “I’m sorry. I just think your bedroom looks stunning.”
“So do you,” he murmured, reaching for her wrist again to pull her in.
She met his hungry kiss with slight hesitation, but she willed herself to relax. She allowed his eager mouth to taste her and his warm, large hands to caress her as her reservations slowly began to melt. Everything was going to be fine. Nothing was going to hurt anymore and it would feel good on such a nice bed...
He gently pushed her to the bed as she crawled back to the pillows. He removed his shirt before moving towards her, and she was able to admire the way his muscular arms and chest shifted when he crept forward. He kissed her again, his hands already undoing her jeans as he tugged on it almost impatiently.
He thought she never looked any more vulnerable lying before him in her shirt and panties as she looked up at him with wide, apprehensive eyes. He almost felt guilty, until he became angry at the realization that it had been his choice to go for a bumbling virgin. Granted she’d already lost her innocence to him a few days ago; it was only unfortunate her personality in the bedroom didn’t seem likely to change.
He ignored her faint squeal as he pulled her panties down. It didn’t matter. After tonight, he only had to do this for four times more. He had to be quick about it too. He didn’t want to lose to Kei this year.
With an inward sigh, he crouched between her legs. As soon as he kissed her inner left thigh, she immediately tensed.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a small voice.
“I’m going to make you feel good.”
“How? Ah...!”
Haruki’s eyes briefly widened before she closed her eyes at the feel of his mouth between her legs. The sudden, unbelievable pleasure quickly overrode whatever embarrassment she felt, and soon she was writhing beneath him under the mercy of his mouth. His tongue touched places that she didn’t think would bring her such ecstasy. Instinctively, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and moaned as he sucked on the core of her pleasure.
Ryou looked up to find Haruki with her back arched and her skin flushed. Going down was the easiest and fastest way to make any girl change her mind, and Haruki had not been an exception. It was predictably easy, although there was something about the way she moaned that he thought was a refreshing melody to his ears. Practically all the girls he’d fucked before all sounded like children with their high-pitched yelps. Haruki’s was lower and a little more guttural. A little more... real.
He knew that she was wet and ready, but curiously, he slipped a finger inside her anyway. Her reaction was worth it as she gasped, hips bucking at the sudden, delightful intrusion. He slipped another finger, slowly sliding in and out as she impulsively grabbed his wrist. She didn’t try to stop him, though her grip was certainly tight as his fingers expertly explored her.
“Please...!” she gasped, and that was all it took for him to seize her by the thighs. He reached for a condom from his bedside table, putting it on with one hand while the other remained stroking her wetness.
Finally he parted her legs wide, entering her in one swift, fluid motion as she released a cry. She felt so gratifyingly tight around him as he thrust inside her hard and fast. Now that she was no longer a virgin, he didn’t need to be slow and careful with her anymore. He fucked her the way he enjoyed fucking every other girl: he pounded her with a swift ruthlessness as her loud cries filled his room.
Beneath him, Haruki was hurting. Ryou was moving much too aggressively, overwhelming her inexperienced self. He didn’t seem to listen when she asked him repeatedly to slow down, until when she screamed out loud enough did he finally stop to glance down on her, almost with an impatient look on his face.
“Wait...” she groaned, putting a hand to his stomach as he pulled out of her with a sigh. She felt his frustration as she bit her lower lip and uneasily looked up at him. “What if I go on top for a little bit?”
He raised his eyebrows, but he said nothing as he moved to her side and lay on his back.
Slowly she sat up, swallowing back her nervousness as she went on top of him. He watched as she took hold of his shaft and tried to guide it inside her a little clumsily at the beginning, until she managed to come down on him and let herself be filled again.
He relaxed as he stretched his legs out, thankful to be comfortable and let her do all the work. He folded his arms above his head and observed her trying to figure out how to maneuver herself on top of him. This was going to be interesting.
Haruki put both her hands on top of his hard, lean stomach, slowly moving her hips forward and backward until she began to find her rhythm. Though he still felt painfully large inside her, the pace she had set made it easier to adjust to him as she began to relax. She moved above him gradually but steadily, guiding him to what made her feel good as she closed her eyes in pleasure.
Ryou intently watched Haruki beginning to enjoy herself above him as her hips began to move a little faster. She had a seductive sway to it as she gyrated in a circular motion; the leisurely pace of it untowardly making it sexier. Soon he found his hands on her waist, gripping it tight as he bucked his hips up to drive himself further in her. She softly moaned in return as he fondled her right breast, grazing a thumb over her nipple while his other hand squeezed her left buttock.
Haruki groaned again in that sensual, husky voice, and he found himself becoming more aroused by it. Finally he began to thrust into her again, and this time she was receptive of it as he pumped firmly and deeply into her. She bounced above him, meeting his movements as she threw her head back. She was a glorious sight with her breasts bouncing and her mouth open with pleasure as she impaled herself on top of him.
Ryou let out one low, throaty growl as he finally came. She collapsed above him, skin warm with a sheen of sweat as he felt her rapid heartbeat against his.
After a couple of seconds she finally sat up, extricating herself from him as she cast him an embarrassed glance.
“I’m going to clean up. Can I use your bathroom?” she asked in a small voice.
“Sure,” he murmured, watching as she disappeared inside his bathroom.
The cellphone on his bedside table vibrated. He picked it up with a grunt and opened his new message.
5/21 Recent Updates
Pythagoras - 2-6 PLH CLEARED 5/21 (Video up!)
After a minute he received another text. It was from Kei.
Now we’re finally playing! It was getting boring without you!
Ryou smirked but didn’t reply. He felt for the button hidden in a corner of his bedside table and pressed it, disabling the camera in the room.
He heard the sound of water running as he looked up at the ceiling. Well that was unexpected. Perhaps Haruki would prove not to be a bad choice after all. She just proved herself to be a quick learner and managed to make this session a little more enjoyable. Now he couldn’t help but wonder what else he could possibly awaken out of her...
Ryou got up and left the room. He’d find out soon enough.
to be continued
A/N: OMG after two years I finally update this thing. I pretty much decided I wouldn't update this journal anymore, but my muse randomly returned and alas, this is what happens. I *will* finish this (erotica) mini-series, because God knows I have way too many unfinished projects floating around the Internet... *guiltily eyes Bargain*
Anywho, I've also decided that I'll probably be reviving this journal as my dump for more NC-17 content because I'm a nasty, nasty writer who just can't help herself 8D Nobody else here is probably looking forward to that, but I am. Mwaha. >D
Toodles, bitchz~