BLACK CHERRY / The Game (Chapter 6)
Title: The Game (Chapter 6)
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Characters: Ryo x はるき
Genre: Romance, erotica
Table: One
Prompt: 025. Cancer
Word Count: 1394
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The rules of The Game were very simple.
Author's Notes: Chapters One | Two | Three | Four | Five
The Game
Chapter Six
(025. Cancer)
Ryouji Hirose was a walking paradox.
Watching him from the very back of the room he was every bit the strict teacher, as analytical and direct as the subject he taught. Like numbers, he was all about facts, calculation, precision. Everyone deigned him intimidating and unapproachable-a cold marble statue to be admired at only from a distance.
Yet she knew the gentle warmth his lips could provide, hands that could easily coax the life out of her. Behind closed doors he was virility and passion; a roaring fire beneath all that ice. Ryouji Hirose was an enigma.
Her enigma. Her secret to keep.
The bell rang as students rose from their seats. Ryou didn’t bother to look up or say goodbye to his students as he stacked his papers on the desk. She stood up, waiting until the last student cleared the room.
She walked down to the very first row of seats. He looked up, hands stilling on his paperwork.
“Haruki.” His eyebrows rose. “You’re back.”
She lifted the paper bag in her hands. “I got you a present.”
She approached him until they were but an arm’s breadth. He accepted the package, taking out the box of rice cake her parents had brought when they visited her a week ago.
“I know you don’t like sweets, but I figured these wouldn’t be so bad,” she said with a light shrug. “You don’t happen to hate mochi as well, do you?”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “As a matter of fact, I don’t.”
“Good.” She nodded with a smile. “From Nagasaki with love, then.”
“I didn’t know you were from down south,” he commented, slipping the box back in the bag as he shifted the reports on his other arm. “Come with me to my office, won’t you?”
“Do you need any help with that?” she asked, offering a hand.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied as they walked down the corridor. “How was your family trip?”
“Fine. I just took them around the usual attractions. Hot springs, temples, you know the drill.”
He pushed the office door with his body. “Indeed.”
Despite being with Ryou for over three months now, it was her first time to be in his office. It was as tidy and austere-looking as him. No wall portraits, no plants; just a simple, brown leather couch and a cherry wood desk in the center of the room.
Ryou settled his things down, removing his eyeglasses to wipe them. His cobalt gaze fixed on her face before slowly traveling down her pink cardigan and grey skirt. She appraised his navy blue button-down and denim jeans in return.
“Oh.” She straightened her back. “I’ve emailed you my homework. Did you get it?”
A lazy smile crept to his lips. “Come here.”
The low purr of his invitation sent a tingle down her spine. Though it had only been a week, it proved difficult not to think about him. Still, common sense made her turn around to glance at the door.
“I don’t think we should be doing something funny in here,” she said.
He moved around his desk in two strides. She inhaled as he approached her, his arm brushing past her shoulder as he locked the door. When he faced her again, his eyes smoldered with a blatant desire that almost made her knees weaken.
She took a step back, and the smile on his lips grew.
“You don’t miss me?” he asked as her back hit his desk. He placed both hands on it, trapping her in place, his face mere inches from hers.
“I have,” she said in a small voice, unable to tear her gaze from his mouth.
He almost closed the distance, his lips barely brushing hers as he whispered, “Then what are you waiting for?”
Sweet, joyous relief blossomed in her chest when she kissed him. It had only been several days, but she sorely missed him. His mouth was as hot and full as she last remembered it, and she was thankful to be leaning against a table when he slipped his tongue inside her.
A groan almost escaped her when he tore away, only for him to breathe hotly into her ear. “How much do you miss me?”
“Very,” she murmured, traveling a finger down the buttons of his shirt. He chuckled lowly in her hair, guiding her hand lower to his jeans. He was already stretched firm beneath them.
His other hand deftly slithered up her skirt. She tensed at the finger that stroked the growing dampness between her legs oh so lightly, a feathery touch that sent her trembling nonetheless.
“That much, huh?” His voice dropped to a heavy baritone. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes when he slipped his hand inside her panties. He cupped her wetness, brushing her clitoris with his thumb.
“That’s right, let’s keep this quiet,” he said, sliding a finger inside her. Haruki stifled a whimper. “We can’t let anyone hear us.”
She blindly reached out for him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt until it pulled out of his jeans. He slipped another finger in and began taunting her, and she had to bury her head in his shoulder to muffle out her moans.
It was both relief and agony when he withdrew his hand, only to bring it to her face. His dark gaze wordlessly commanded her, and she diligently took his stained fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean. He pried them apart until she focused on his middle finger, licking on it languorously from down up.
He rested both hands on the table again, watching as she began undoing his jeans. She felt the firmness of him with her palm before stretching out his black briefs, taking out his manhood to stroke him slowly.
She beseeched his lips again, and he indulged her with a light kiss while she fondled him. He hoisted her up on the desk, parting her knees to touch her again in return.
At the feel of his fingers inside her again, Haruki moaned through their kiss, their mouths never parting while they played with each other. She was breathless with a need beyond air, but she never wanted it to stop.
She halfheartedly broke away at the cry that escaped her lips when he finally entered her. She gasped at the full hardness of him, slowly penetrating her one inch at a time. With her eyes she begged him for less and for more, and he responded by burying himself all the way in.
He stifled her with his mouth once more, kissing her hard and long. He began to move inside her in fuller, faster strokes, and it was all she could do not to scream. She gripped his shoulders tight while he seized her thighs, parting them higher and wider. A shudder went through her as orgasm ripped through her body, but he didn’t stop. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, kissing her deeper until they were breathing through each other. A guttural groan escaped him as he exploded inside her, and then there was nothing but the sound of their gasping, foreheads pressed against each other for several seconds.
“Shit.” He closed his eyes with a sigh. “I just came inside you.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “I’m on the pill now.”
His eyes were unreadable on hers. Slowly, he pulled away and began buttoning his jeans back on.
Ryou’s cellphone vibrated on his table. He barely looked at it, his face back to an impassive mask before slipping the mobile in his pocket.
If there was one thing she hated, it was the way he always looked so shut off afterwards. It always made her feel used and no longer wanted.
Haruki dropped her gaze to her lap. He was a busy man and clearly had a lot of paperwork to do. Perhaps it was her cue to leave.
She cleared her throat and stood up, fixing her clothes. “See you in class tomorrow.”
“Haruki.” Her heart jumped as her hand froze on the doorknob. She turned to see a small smile on his lips. “Don’t be late now.”
She weakly returned the gesture. “I won’t.”
She left his office, never feeling any more conflicted in her life than she did at that moment.
to be continued
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Characters: Ryo x はるき
Genre: Romance, erotica
Table: One
Prompt: 025. Cancer
Word Count: 1394
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The rules of The Game were very simple.
Author's Notes: Chapters One | Two | Three | Four | Five
The Game
Chapter Six
(025. Cancer)
Ryouji Hirose was a walking paradox.
Watching him from the very back of the room he was every bit the strict teacher, as analytical and direct as the subject he taught. Like numbers, he was all about facts, calculation, precision. Everyone deigned him intimidating and unapproachable-a cold marble statue to be admired at only from a distance.
Yet she knew the gentle warmth his lips could provide, hands that could easily coax the life out of her. Behind closed doors he was virility and passion; a roaring fire beneath all that ice. Ryouji Hirose was an enigma.
Her enigma. Her secret to keep.
The bell rang as students rose from their seats. Ryou didn’t bother to look up or say goodbye to his students as he stacked his papers on the desk. She stood up, waiting until the last student cleared the room.
She walked down to the very first row of seats. He looked up, hands stilling on his paperwork.
“Haruki.” His eyebrows rose. “You’re back.”
She lifted the paper bag in her hands. “I got you a present.”
She approached him until they were but an arm’s breadth. He accepted the package, taking out the box of rice cake her parents had brought when they visited her a week ago.
“I know you don’t like sweets, but I figured these wouldn’t be so bad,” she said with a light shrug. “You don’t happen to hate mochi as well, do you?”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “As a matter of fact, I don’t.”
“Good.” She nodded with a smile. “From Nagasaki with love, then.”
“I didn’t know you were from down south,” he commented, slipping the box back in the bag as he shifted the reports on his other arm. “Come with me to my office, won’t you?”
“Do you need any help with that?” she asked, offering a hand.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied as they walked down the corridor. “How was your family trip?”
“Fine. I just took them around the usual attractions. Hot springs, temples, you know the drill.”
He pushed the office door with his body. “Indeed.”
Despite being with Ryou for over three months now, it was her first time to be in his office. It was as tidy and austere-looking as him. No wall portraits, no plants; just a simple, brown leather couch and a cherry wood desk in the center of the room.
Ryou settled his things down, removing his eyeglasses to wipe them. His cobalt gaze fixed on her face before slowly traveling down her pink cardigan and grey skirt. She appraised his navy blue button-down and denim jeans in return.
“Oh.” She straightened her back. “I’ve emailed you my homework. Did you get it?”
A lazy smile crept to his lips. “Come here.”
The low purr of his invitation sent a tingle down her spine. Though it had only been a week, it proved difficult not to think about him. Still, common sense made her turn around to glance at the door.
“I don’t think we should be doing something funny in here,” she said.
He moved around his desk in two strides. She inhaled as he approached her, his arm brushing past her shoulder as he locked the door. When he faced her again, his eyes smoldered with a blatant desire that almost made her knees weaken.
She took a step back, and the smile on his lips grew.
“You don’t miss me?” he asked as her back hit his desk. He placed both hands on it, trapping her in place, his face mere inches from hers.
“I have,” she said in a small voice, unable to tear her gaze from his mouth.
He almost closed the distance, his lips barely brushing hers as he whispered, “Then what are you waiting for?”
Sweet, joyous relief blossomed in her chest when she kissed him. It had only been several days, but she sorely missed him. His mouth was as hot and full as she last remembered it, and she was thankful to be leaning against a table when he slipped his tongue inside her.
A groan almost escaped her when he tore away, only for him to breathe hotly into her ear. “How much do you miss me?”
“Very,” she murmured, traveling a finger down the buttons of his shirt. He chuckled lowly in her hair, guiding her hand lower to his jeans. He was already stretched firm beneath them.
His other hand deftly slithered up her skirt. She tensed at the finger that stroked the growing dampness between her legs oh so lightly, a feathery touch that sent her trembling nonetheless.
“That much, huh?” His voice dropped to a heavy baritone. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes when he slipped his hand inside her panties. He cupped her wetness, brushing her clitoris with his thumb.
“That’s right, let’s keep this quiet,” he said, sliding a finger inside her. Haruki stifled a whimper. “We can’t let anyone hear us.”
She blindly reached out for him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt until it pulled out of his jeans. He slipped another finger in and began taunting her, and she had to bury her head in his shoulder to muffle out her moans.
It was both relief and agony when he withdrew his hand, only to bring it to her face. His dark gaze wordlessly commanded her, and she diligently took his stained fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean. He pried them apart until she focused on his middle finger, licking on it languorously from down up.
He rested both hands on the table again, watching as she began undoing his jeans. She felt the firmness of him with her palm before stretching out his black briefs, taking out his manhood to stroke him slowly.
She beseeched his lips again, and he indulged her with a light kiss while she fondled him. He hoisted her up on the desk, parting her knees to touch her again in return.
At the feel of his fingers inside her again, Haruki moaned through their kiss, their mouths never parting while they played with each other. She was breathless with a need beyond air, but she never wanted it to stop.
She halfheartedly broke away at the cry that escaped her lips when he finally entered her. She gasped at the full hardness of him, slowly penetrating her one inch at a time. With her eyes she begged him for less and for more, and he responded by burying himself all the way in.
He stifled her with his mouth once more, kissing her hard and long. He began to move inside her in fuller, faster strokes, and it was all she could do not to scream. She gripped his shoulders tight while he seized her thighs, parting them higher and wider. A shudder went through her as orgasm ripped through her body, but he didn’t stop. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, kissing her deeper until they were breathing through each other. A guttural groan escaped him as he exploded inside her, and then there was nothing but the sound of their gasping, foreheads pressed against each other for several seconds.
“Shit.” He closed his eyes with a sigh. “I just came inside you.”
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “I’m on the pill now.”
His eyes were unreadable on hers. Slowly, he pulled away and began buttoning his jeans back on.
Ryou’s cellphone vibrated on his table. He barely looked at it, his face back to an impassive mask before slipping the mobile in his pocket.
If there was one thing she hated, it was the way he always looked so shut off afterwards. It always made her feel used and no longer wanted.
Haruki dropped her gaze to her lap. He was a busy man and clearly had a lot of paperwork to do. Perhaps it was her cue to leave.
She cleared her throat and stood up, fixing her clothes. “See you in class tomorrow.”
“Haruki.” Her heart jumped as her hand froze on the doorknob. She turned to see a small smile on his lips. “Don’t be late now.”
She weakly returned the gesture. “I won’t.”
She left his office, never feeling any more conflicted in her life than she did at that moment.
to be continued