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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Bakuten_Shoot_Beyblade, Beyblade
  Relationship:
      oc/tyson_granger
  Character:
      Mio_Park, Kinomiya_Takao_|_Tyson_Granger
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-31 Words: 1465
****** Eh? Ah, Sou... ******
by mioponi
Summary
     "kiss my hand, treat me like a princess!"
Notes
     hi hi ! this is my first upload here, from quotev! a smut story for
     the love of my life and my oc ~
After spending much to time with her, and falling too hard for her, he refused
to let her slip away. To slip away and never come back. After practice, he
grabbed her wrist, and dragged Mio into his room.
"What's up?" She chirped. Mio was used to this, she had Tyson drag her around
everywhere, and not say a single thing for an hour. She didn't exactly expect
anything wrong to be happening, Tyson... Tyson always treated her well, at
least she would say so.
"Again-! You did it again...!" Tyson raised his voice, pinning her against the
wall beside his bookshelf. He screwed his eyes shut, resting his forehead
against hers. Mio blinked in confusion, before frowning.
"What are you talking about?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Shut up!" He shouted, whipping his hand against her cheek. The first time he
had actually hit her, except, Mio was more concerned for him than herself. What
would push him so hard, to have him actually slap someone, none the less
herself, or a girl. "Just shut up! Your voice drives me crazy, your eyes drive
me crazy! You keep rejecting my feelings- Mio, I love you." He tautly gripped
her shoulders, finally opening his auburn eyes to meet her pale hues. Those
eyes that supposedly drove him crazy. "What am I doing wrong-!? I can't stand
the fact, that I get everything I want, except for you!"
"...Tyson!" Mio furrowed her eyebrows. "Snap out of it, you know I have a
boyfriend." She whispered, but he didn't get it, he didn't want to get it.
His breathing was heavy, his eyes were hazy, and his lips slightly parted. He
stared her up and down, running his hands down her arms, and to her waist.
"T-Tyson!" Mio tried pulling away from his grip, only to be pressed against the
wall harder. A soft gasp slipped past her lips. "Y-you have to stop--."
"Just, shut up and let me do what I want." He whispered breathily into her ear,
before nibbling gently at her earlobe.
"Tyson, please-"
"Shhh..." He pulled back slightly, locking his lips with hers. She made no
avail to move, which left her guilty and Tyson satisfied. She melted like putty
into his arms, slowly gripping onto his shoulders to support her buckling
knees. His hands pulled in to her stomach, and slid up the fabric of her
blouse, and pressing against her ample chest. he barely pulled back, his lips
still brushing over hers. "Stop holding back, if you love it, act like it." He
muttered against her lips, roughly gripping her breasts, and pressing her
against the wall.
"You c-can't tell anyone..." She raised her eyes to meet his. Auburn, her
favourite, next to gold. The boy was precious to her, as a friend of course.
She considered Tyson, her best friend. Except, it wasn't working... Happy with
Gao or not, she had too much pity to let go of. A boyfriend on the side... Now-
that's gotta be painful.
"No promises." He scoffed, smirking against her neck, and biting down on the
flesh. His fingers slipped under her blouse, and tugged at the hem.
She knew what he wanted, and sadly, Mio granted him the wish. She quickly
pulled the article of fabric over her head, and tossed it off to the side.
"You're very pretty." Tyson chirped, unhooking her under garment, and allowing
that to fall to the floor as well. They locked lips once again, his tongue
slipped past her teeth, not leaving a single spot untouched. "Someone else did
this to you, right? Someone else had their hands on you like this." Tyson
hissed, dipping his head down, and flicking his tongue over her bud. "I know
you're a patient girl, but, I'm not a patient boy." He sighed, running his two
fingers along the inside rim of her skirt, before pulling down.
"You think I don't know that?" Mio breathed out, pulling off his jacket, and
taking off his cap, only to place it on her head.
"Aaah, god dammit." He growled under his breath, slipping his fingers down her
panties. "And you wanted me to stop..." He chuckled, lifting those same
fingers, and moving them apart from one another. The fluid stranded form one
side to the other, slowly dripping down his fingers.
Mio's cheeks burnt up, and she turned her head to the side.
Tyson placed his hand back into her pants, picking up another make out session.
Rounding their mouths in sync, their bodies fit together perfectly, like a
puzzle piece. He left her mind blank, nothing but him. Her eyes washed with
lust, matching the same in his auburn hues. He tugged at the hem of her last
piece of fabric, before slipping it down her thighs.
"Someone else saw you like this, right? I'm not the first." He hissed under his
breath, causing Mio to tense up.
She so badly wanted to move his hands away, to push him back. As being Tyson's
close friend for long enough, she grew attached to him, like a mother. She
wanted to protect him, and always make him happy. Except, he was in love with
her, and the fact she didn't feel the same, didn't make him happy. Which is
why, now, she made a decision. To force herself... With time, maybe, she would
truly fall for him. She gave into his antics, in fact, encouraging them. The
smile that now marred his features, for some reason, was worth it.
"Tyson..." She whined softly, gripping his jacket, and slightly tugging to send
off a signal. She bit the side of her lower lip, her eyes almost sent of a
pleading vibe.
"I'll make you fall in love with me." He cupped her cheeks, pressing another
kiss against her lips, before throwing off his jacket. Then pulling the yellow
t-shirt over his head, tossing that to the pile of clothing as well.
She loved his skin tone, he wasn't pale, a lovely colour. Well toned chest,
from practicing of course. She found herself almost petrified to place a finger
on him.
He roughly grabbed her hand, escorting her to his conveniently double-sized
bed. Impatient... It was obvious.
Mio got the gist of things, and allowed him to pin her against the plush bed.
Much better than the wall. She ran her fingers through his silken hair,
completely obeying every command of his. Within a second, she felt his hard
member rubbing against her.
"I hate it. I hate that I'm not your first. I hate it so much." He ranted on.
Without warning, Tyson pushed himself inside of her, racking shivers down their
spines. White-hot sensations coursed through their veins, beads of sweat formed
at their foreheads, breathing desperately trying to steady itself.
"Ah- shit..." Mio arched her back, her ample breasts pressing against his
chest. Jolts of rapture protruded throughout them.
"...But you're my first-." He whispered, lowering his eyes for a moment, before
fervently kissing her, and starting with a slow pace. He didn't allow her to
look at his member, only to merely feel it. He wanted her eyes staring into
his. Butterflies furiously flapped their wings in their stomachs. "Dammit..."
He growled under his breath, "You have no idea how good it feels inside of
you."
"You have no idea, how good it feels with you inside me." Mio whimpered softly,
her once breathy moans became sharper once his thrusts became faster. The
sounds slipping past her glossed lips, only piked his arousal further.
Tyson pushed deeper inside of her, savouring every feeling. Savouring every
honey-coated moan that rolled off her tongue. She was loud, exactly what he
wanted. Every now and then, her eyes would roll back in pleasure. The feeling
they granted one another. With each thrust, her walls only tightened. Her
wetness increasing, dripping down her inner thigh and his member. Tyson's hands
set against her waist, keeping her steady. He angled himself perfectly, able to
hit her sweet-spot over and over, sending her nearly crazy in rapture.
Mio merely moaned his name louder, and louder, before nearly screaming at his
excessive pace.
Tyson would admit, he was loving every bit of it. From the look in her eyes, to
the way her tongue slightly stuck out. Her puffing breathing, and gently
bouncing bust. Her silken locks of hair sprawled out on the bed.
The curling in his lower half went in sync with Mio's. Although, she released
her fluids onto him, before he released his hot, sticky seed inside of her.
"N-nngh... Mio-" Tyson's last words against her ear, before collapsing on the
bed beside her. His arms coiled around her, pulling her head to the crook of
his neck. "I love you."
"...I love you too."
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