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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Free!
  Relationship:
      Mikoshiba_Momotarou/Reader
  Character:
      Mikoshiba_Momotarou, Reader, Nitori_Aiichirou
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      Published: 2014-09-24 Updated: 2015-07-04 Chapters: 2/3 Words: 17423
****** Standing out ******
by Kuro_no_Ai_Hime
Summary
     Sometimes situations seem hopeless if you do not know how to approach
     them. Especially if you're used trying to handle everything from the
     side. If you get dragged into those situations however, everything
     seems to follow by itself.
     Secretly admiring a crush from a distance seems somewhat cliché, but
     to have possible chances realized is a lot less common.
     Mikoshiba Momotarou X Reader Lemon
Notes
     EXTRA NOTE 7-10-2014: Edited to adjust some sentences that have been
     formed weirdly at first plus hell, so many spelling errors like
     seriously. I probably didn't get all grammar and spelling faults out,
     but I tried re-read and discovered quite a lot. Hope it is a bit
     better now, ugh.
     Good lord, this title. I am not so pleased.
     First time I post something here. So here I am. Why? Because I cannot
     find any Momotarou x Reader lemons myself, or well barely any.
     Therefore I decided to write one myself. I tried to write it by not
     making him too much out of character, since I do not see him as the
     TOTALLY PERV kind of guy. I think he would be somewhat innocent and
     caring about it.
     So here's a one-shot. I totally love One-Shots because they make
     things a whole lot naughtier than if a kind of relationship was there
     from the beginning, at least that is my opinion. I know you might be
     like, it might feel unnatural. But to be honest most Yaoi I read here
     is like that, so why couldn't this be like it?
     Further more...It is also a one-shot because I can never finish a
     story if it has several chapters. Therefore I didn't. I hope you guys
     enjoy it, I simply wrote it the way I am used to write. I do not now
     if things work different on Archive of our Own though. Please tell me
     if there is anything in particular. Oh also, I am not English of
     origin, so do not mind me too much if there are grammatical errors.
     Another warning. This is quite long, and it takes a few (a lot)
     scrolls to finally get to the pronz part lol.
     Anyway, hope you'll enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
As a co-manager of the Iwatobi swim club, you could see him quite a few times
during joint practices. You always silently admired his bright smiles, warm
golden eyes and his energetic figure joyfully bounce about. His passion and his
optimism have always been endearing to you. And what others deemed to be dorky,
you found quite refreshing.
After all, it contrasted with the personality of an average person who was
usually quiet and not heard unless necessary. People usually say that opposites
don’t work because you’ll stray too far away from each other. And personalities
will clash each time. But in your case, you felt more attracted to him because
whenever he sent you that grin it awakened something in you.
You weren’t necessarily shy, or anything like that. But you would only bother
conversing with anyone you were interested in, or anyone who seemed worth the
try.
However, this guy was definitely worth it, but it was much easier to talk to
someone you didn’t actually like in that sort of way.
Momotarou Mikoshiba. Now a 1st year student at Samezuka, and obviously, he had
joined the swim team. After all, the school was infamous for it, and the boy’s
older brother used to be the captain there.
You knew Momotarou from middle school, and despite you never really hung out
with him there were occasions where you spoke to him, such as when you got
paired up for projects or other kind of stuff. He was exactly as bright and
energetic as he is today.
Though, there was one thing that did cross your mind.
He always seemed to chase after girls, being not so shy and openly stepping out
to them. You never took it too serious in the past though, but when you finally
met him again during the first joint practice with Samezuka and Iwatobi, the
male’s interest immediately got to Matsuoka Gou. The thing was, you never saw
him trying this hard for anyone before, and he was really doing his best to get
her attention.
Of course you did not see him that often enough to be entirely sure, but you
could tell he was in love with her, or at least fancied her a lot. And why
wouldn’t he? After all, Gou has beautiful long hair and bright eyes. Not to
mention that her figure was slender, but totally healthy looking. Her long legs
surely didn’t fail to catch eyes when dawdling gracefully under that school
skirt, and you were sure that Momotarou, as a male, would have totally noticed
something like that.
It is never a good thing to compare yourself with others, but the differences
between you and Gou were so major that it made you feel uneasy with her,
despite she was the co-manager of Iwatobi. And that she was the one warmly
welcoming you in the first place.
You had attended Iwatobi’s swimming club’s promoting presentation. And the way
they had introduced their progress and their members, in all their glorious
physical builds, didn’t seem to bother you to be honest. Despite that most of
your fellow students were a bit freaked out, you found yourself smiling. It
immediately made you think, ‘it is probably a close and trusted bunch’ and why?
Because who else would be able to give such a performance so synchronized if
they weren’t good friends? You couldn’t imagine yourself presenting your bodily
charms along with people you felt bad about.
Maybe a weird observation, but that is what you thought anyway.
In any case, because of this, you decided to give it a shot and join the swim
club. If they were darey and showy enough for members, there might be a chance
they’d let you join. You had considered joining the art club as well, but to be
honest, most artsy people were probably eccentric and most likely on a higher
level than you were, so rather tend on that part for yourself and keep it a
private hobby.
Maybe it was just so that you were secretly looking to be a part of a club
where people were as close to each other as the swim club seemed to show.
When you eventually knocked their door, they all seemed to be surprised, but
then again, you were even more surprised to find their happy and spontaneous
reaction towards it.
Gou was the first one to speak up and say, “I knew this method would work! Who
could resist the beauty of muscles anyway!” And to this the other guys seemed
to laugh at and they gradually welcomed you. Of course it was so that since you
were a girl, it wasn’t exactly like you could swim along with the guys, but Gou
pretty quickly offered you to become the co-manager, along with Gou herself.
After all, doing all work and managing on your own was pretty tough, and
despite that the girl could definitely handle it, she seemed to be genuinely
content about having someone with her that could help her from here on out with
regimen for the guys, organization of events, and so on.
You had felt truly happy that day as you all discussed it, but when some time
later you met Momotarou again at the joint practice, you felt somewhat, odd.
You really didn’t want to dislike Gou for having Momotarou’s attention. And you
didn’t want to judge her for your differences, but every time, those thoughts
started creeping in your mind.
Gou was taller than you, and since she wasn’t that tall herself, but average
height, it got you somewhat on the shorter side.
Her build was more slender. Now it wasn’t that you were big or anything, but
physically you seemed to be more curvy than toned. Unlike Gou with her pretty
figure and long legs.
Her hair was much longer than yours as well. Silkier, shinier, and her red
ponytail threads practically danced behind her back. Your hair was dark, thick,
and roughly reached past your shoulders.
…Yikes, so you ended up making the list yet again. And every time that you did
you felt quite sad afterwards. After all, Gou was a kind person, so you
couldn’t bring yourself to dislike her, and it made you feel even worse about
yourself.
What would Momotarou even think if he knew you’d harbor this kind of feelings
towards her?
You sighed and finally got up from your bed where you were in a musing session
of constricted thoughts and general teen struggles. You ran a hand through your
thick rough locks and wandered over to the long mirror that was now in front of
you.
Perhaps it was because that there was no one else around to tend to. No one
else to distract you from having unnecessary thoughts.
Now three months ago, you had moved to Iwatobi town on your own. Your parents
lived elsewhere but sent financial support so you could maintain your house and
study here. It was a lonesome life like this, being all alone behind these
walls, but it had its positives. No one would deny freedom was to your exposal,
but everything comes with a price you supposed.
The reason why your parents had stayed behind was because they had their jobs
after all, and couldn’t move from one to the other like that. Then why did you
choose Iwatobi? A recommendation of family members. A cousin of you went there
in the past and made his future there. Therefore, your parents believed that
they should choose what was best for you, and so you ended up here, without
much protest.
Your parents were the kind of people that believed in achievement and
independency. That is why they had let you go so early. They would visit
occasionally though, and vice versa, but still.
It was difficult to feel this conflicted without having family around to keep
your mind of things and to make your forget your insecurities.
Finally, you broke your current thoughts once more and finished doing your
hair. Awkwardly you tried to send yourself a smile as you glanced a last time
in the mirror and after that you walked down your stairs, put on your shoes,
grabbed your keys and headed out the house.
Wandering through the streets, you continued your musings.
It was Saturday today so there weren’t any club meetings or practices you had
to attend. Maybe you could’ve do something like , call one of the guys or Gou
to hang out or something, but at the same time, you were a bit nervous to do
so. What if they already had stuff to do?
Occasionally you did hang with them, but most likely through the weeks and not
that long. So when you didn’t, you were always at home. You weren’t much of an
out person and mostly spent your time either studying, or drawing in your room.
Sometimes a game on the console wasn’t bad either.
To be honest, summing up these facts about yourself made you realize that you
were just the type of person who was bound to be somewhat, lonely. People
always say, if you don’t want to be or want to socialize more, you need to try
harder. But in your case it felt like something was holding you back, even if
you were trying your hardest. Perhaps, you weren’t made for it.
It wasn’t that you wanted to be that loose and wild like some people, and you
weren’t much of an outside person anyway, but you just wished you could have
more to keep your thoughts on track.
Alright then, so no more moping about that. Sadly, you couldn’t help but to get
your thoughts moving back to that one boy you liked.
Of course, if you were that average, and that bland, it was no wonder the only
girl that he never even tried to chase was you. And next to Gou, who was aside
from pretty, also spontaneous and open, you were plain.
The standards that Momotarou had set, were way too high for you to reach, and
now thinking about it even more made your stomach tense and your chest hurt
uncomfortably.
To be honest, it was silly anyway. Liking a boy for three years, but never even
attempting to give it a shot. All you dared to do was think about him, and
imagine it what it would be like to have him wave enthusiastically at you, grin
at you and try hard for you. You had hoped that it would go away so that you
would be better off going back to not being interested in anyone, but as soon
as you meet him again it all came back to you.
You did wonder if he would have recognized you, but you didn’t think he did
because all he had eyes for was Gou.
With a sigh, you walked on. You weren’t entirely sure where you were headed,
but strolls without a confirmed destination always made you feel at ease.
Wandering aimlessly might seem a bit odd, but at the same time it made you feel
like you were moving with your doubts, and not just sitting still.
Literally too.
Your eyes roamed before you and you noticed you had reached the embankment at
the end of the town. Apparently, you had been walking for a while now, which
you started to realize after snapping back into reality. None the less you
didn’t seem to bother since the view was quite nice. It was like the end of the
afternoon, so the sky started to turn orange, which slowly transformed from
lighter to darker.
As you stood still you looked down the embankment hill , glancing over the
grass bedding then at the water that shimmered and glimmered as the sun stroke
it with its rays.
It was a nice sight…and what especially caught your eyes were the amber
glimpses of light that spread throughout the area. The colour made you think of
Momotarou again. His eyes were truly something. And you mesmerized them each
day. So much, that it made you think you were getting too infatuated with him
because all of a sudden you could see a clear image of him in the
distance—wait.
The redhead seemed to be crawling and dawdling about, and when he looked up, he
was suddenly looking directly at you.
Looking directly at you.
It took you a while to register it and you took a deep breath, so hard, that
you nearly coughed and choked in the progress.
“Hey there!” Momotarou didn’t seem to be fazed by it though, and just grinned
and waved. Did that mean he recognized you?
You awkwardly and unsure waved back, but when he motioned for you to come down
you awkwardly slumped your way down the embankment. When you finally stood
before the male you noticed he was holding a long net.
Oh right. Back in middle school, didn’t he say stag beetle hunting was his
hobby? Then again near the water like that, weren’t those more into dead ish
places? Then again what did you know of bugs? You didn’t even like them.
You looked at Momotarou, who clicked his fingers and his amber eyes sparkled in
enthusiasm. “You’re with Iwatobi aren’t you?”
You were a bit surprised, and nearly even got a bit lively yourself. Even
though Momotarou hadn’t paid much attention to anyone of Iwatobi but Gou, you
were surprised that he did remember you. Sadly, that little spark inside of you
extinguished quickly.
“Are you Gou’s friend?! “ He asked excitedly. “Do you know if she would care to
join me in a beetle hunt? No wait, how about, date! Right! Do you know if she
would like to go on a date with me?! Does she ever talk about me?!” And the
questions kept on going.
The thing was, you didn’t want to do anything to promote any progress between
those two, but at the same time you did feel sorry when you thought of the fact
that Gou barely even knows his name. ‘Kintarou’ was what she called him.
“Uhm,” You carefully started. “I think she did mention you once…” At least this
wasn’t completely a lie. At least he crossed her mind sometimes. Even if it was
barely and purely platonic.
Momotarou’s amber eyes seemed to brighten even more. “Really?! Hah! Of course
she had to notice me after all those interesting facts I told her about
myself!” He grinned more widely than before.
You on the other hand, just felt like your legs were pressured by the weight
that is jealousy and probably lovesickness. You were happy at first he
remembered you, but in the end he didn’t seem to know more than you being just
Iwatobi’s co-manager.
Anyhow, despite that Momotarou was making happy musings to himself about how
much closer he can get to Gou like this, he couldn’t help but to notice the
expression you were making. You yourself didn’t realize, but you were biting
the bottom of your lip.
“Say…is everything okay?” He asked and raised an eyebrow which made you startle
yourself, considering how much you were spacing out.
“D-Don’t mind me.” You quickly tried to divert his attention. “You were hunting
stag beetles weren’t you?”
The redhead looked at you oddly, then slowly nodded. Meanwhile you just
inwardly sighed he got distracted.
His expression turned into a smile. “Well, yeah!” He paused then continued,
looking from side to side enthusiastically as if he was trying to catch one
spot on. “Normally, they are in areas a bit more dead than this. But since they
also feed on the saps of leaves I thought that a place near water wouldn’t be
bad to look at.”
You just nodded slowly. “I see.”
He just laughed and then kneeled, and seemed to reach for his bag. He opened
it, then reached inside to take out a jar, the top having holes in it. He then
held it up as he raised himself, holding the item in front of your face.
“Look!”
Slowly your face started to contort in uncomfortable ways. Heck you were sure
the colour was leaving your face and you could practically feel all of your
body getting drained.
“Tadaa!” He announced enthusiastically. Inside the jar was a beetle, trying to
crawl against the insides of the glass.
You took a step back.
Momotarou looked weirdly at you, probably because your face got weirder by the
second. “Come on! Take a closer look! Look how big he is! The colour is pretty
rare too isn’t it?” He moved a bit closer and tried to smile at you
reassuringly.
But it wasn’t working. As much as you liked this guy, you being grossed out by
the sight of that insect got you nauseous.
“Come on!” He practically got into your face this time and that is when you
almost screamed, but your loss of balance cut you off as gravity dragged you
down.
You opened your eyes and gasped and in a panic started flapping your arms,
trying to get out, but you didn’t even realize yet what you were trying to get
away from. The ground! Where was it? Was it gone? Why did your body feel heavy?
Something surrounded you but your mind shut down and made you forget what to
do. You tried to breathe but all that happened was a pressure knocking the air
out of you.
When you were about to give up your struggle you felt a pair of hands grabbing
you and suddenly your body was being supported by something solid. You didn’t
know exactly what had happened but as soon as your hands could grab onto
something, you moved them weakly.
“Hey! Are you okay?” You could hear a familiar voice, and it took you a moment
to realize it was Momotarou who was calling out to you. He was calling out
something…trusting. Was it your name?
In a state of confusion and disbelief you reacted to it, still trying to catch
your breath as you coughed up water and anything else that remained inside your
throat.
You felt a hand on your back, and when you finally were able to do so, you
looked up and opened your eyes properly. Momotarou? And…he was wet. Soaked
even! Then you realized you were cold all of a sudden and your clothes stuck to
your body, clinging to you quite uncomfortably.
The slow progress of thinking made you finally stand still by the fact that you
had almost drowned.
You felt another hand on your shoulder and heard Momotarou’s voice call out
your name once more. Did he know your name?
A sudden force slowly trying to lift you to your feet. You stumbled a bit, but
your hands quickly grabbed onto the fabric of something that happened to be the
redhead ‘s shirt.
“Whew, quite a scare, wasn’t it?” His voice sounded relieved.
You tried to reply but a row of coughs commenced from you instead.
After you finally caught your breath and were back on earth, you looked up at
Momotarou, who was still holding you.
“I- I’m fine.” You reassured him. And it was true. It was just that everything
went too fast for you to stand still by.
He seemed relieved. A bit worried about how dazed you were though, but he
assumed it was quite normal after such an incident. The boy looked down at you
but then suddenly felt himself getting nervous a bit.
After all, he didn’t expect the water to make your loose clothing hug your body
that tightly.
The redhead shook his head, then quickly said, “Come, we need to get you
something dry, otherwise you will get sick!”
You looked at him confused. “But you—“
“I swim every day. I doubt I couldn’t handle anything of it! Come with me!” He
felt responsible. You fell in the water because of him after all.
You didn’t protest much. Probably because you were cold and trembling
underneath his fingers. Plus your mind was quite woozy.
-_-_--_-
Suddenly you stood within his dorm room. You were still trembling a bit but the
temperature felt more welcoming than it did outside. You took a small nervous
breath as your eyes wandered around. This was his room. Momotarou’s room. There
was a bunk bed though, so he probably slept here with someone else. Though that
wasn’t the only clue you had. You looked to the other side and got greeted by
two desks.
You had heard that Samezuka indeed was a boarding school. This meant he lived
without his parents as well, so you and he were kind of the same. Then again,
Momotarou had a roommate to spend some time with, so probably that would feel
less lonely when you were awake at night, knowing someone is near you.
It might be silly to think that way, since you do not know how Momotarou got
along with his roommate, but none the less, it did seem somewhat more
comforting. Then again, you could not know.
Your thoughts got interrupted as suddenly something was held in front of you.
You grabbed it and looked at Momotarou who smiled down at you.
Your hands loosened their grip and the piece of clothing unfolded and it
revealed to be a long shirt. You questionably looked at the boy who just
nodded.
“Well, you can’t stay like that can you?”
“But, but isn’t this your…” Even if it was just an offer out of kindness, it
still made you feel nervous. Wearing a boy’s clothes…and of a boy you liked
none the less.
“Hey, I was the one getting you into this mess. This is the least I could do
you know.” He explained, and you just nodded silently.
“Oh, almost forgot!” He went back to the drawers where he kept his clothes and
took out a pair of briefs.
You felt your face turn hot at the sight when he held it up and nearly shoved
it in your face.
The boy just looked weirdly at you though. “What’s the matter? You need these
don’t you?”
Well, he was right. Because your panties were uncomfortably soaked, and riding
up every crease of your lower regions. Besides it would only wet his shirt if
you were to keep it on, not to forget you couldn’t exactly parade going
commando.
With a quivery hand, you took the briefs as well, to which he smiled, then
awkwardly chuckled. “I, I know it must be uncomfortable for you, but don’t
worry. It’s only to help you, so don’t feel bad about it okay?”
But the truth was that you did feel bad. After all before you got here, you had
tried to explain him you rather would go to your own home. Get changed there.
But Momotarou was having none of it. He kept insisting on how much he owed you,
and Samezuka wasn’t that far off he said.
You stared at the clothes in your arms, and said boy looked at you for a while.
He raised an eyebrow, apparently wondering why you were just standing there,
but then he realized that of course you were needing to change without giving
him forbidden views.
“Ahaha,” He awkwardly laughed. “I’ll get outside the room,” He said then
wandered out and closed the door behind him.
You just stared, your heart beating rapidly and you were sure you were
completely flustered. Not only because you were about to wear his shirt, plus a
piece of clothing that covered his neither regions. Another thing that worried
you was about how silent you were to him now. But for some reason you couldn’t
find the right words at times. Silence was your way of solving inner conflicts,
but it also helped you endure them.
A heavy sigh left you, and finally, you took off your shirt and the rest of
your clothing. The items hit the floor with a loud thud; the water had made
their weight a lot heavier.
After peeling off your bra and lastly, your panties, you stood there fully
naked.
A nauseating feeling of fear crept the back of your mind again. Being exposed
like this, inside a room of a boy you liked sure wasn’t easy.
Though, despite your anxiety, possible events did pique your curiosity in a
way. As you looked down at your body, you started wondering, what would
Momotarou think if he saw you like this? Would he like it? Would he dislike it?
Would he even be interested seeing someone like you like this? More
importantly, why would such a thought even bother you right now? Was some part
of you anticipating possibilities? Some weird, hope, maybe? Hope for what,
though? That was the question...
You sighed and shook off the thoughts, then grabbed the briefs he handed you
and stepped inside of them. Slowly you dragged them all the way up until your
lower regions were snugly covered in fabric again. It was quite more
comfortable than you had thought.
Next was the shirt. You pulled it over your head and watched it fall down over
your upper thighs. It was a bit big on you, but it didn’t hinder at least.
You grabbed your wet clothing then opened the door, which revealed a surprised
Momotarou looking back at you.
“So you’re done then?” He smiled.
“Yes, they fit okay.” You finally replied to him again. You were surprised
though to see him grin weirdly at you after that.
“You can loosen up more you know. I won’t bite or anything!” He laughed and
stepped back inside, closing the door again.
You just nodded. You asked him where you could put your clothing and he just
told you to hang them on the balcony to dry, which you did.
Meanwhile he tended to himself, undoing himself from his clothing, though you
didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly so when you were about to step back in
the room you refrained and wait outside on the balcony for a while.
After a while he was dressed and the two of you were now sitting next to each
other onto his bed which was the top bunk. You were even more silent than
before because you were realizing bit by bit your situation more and more.
Boy’s room.
Crush’s room.
Wearing his clothes.
Be on his bed.
It made you extremely tense realizing all of this and despite that you liked
being around Momotarou, your nerves were stronger than his presence, if not his
presence actually made it a tad worse than it had to be.
He seemed to notice though, because he spoke up. “You really do not need to be
so shy you know.” He then thought for a moment, seeming to come to an
understanding. “Ah, I get it. It must be awkward and a bit boring to just be
sitting here without anything to do on a Saturday evening, right?”
You looked at him with startled eyes and shook your head. “N- no, that is not
it.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “Do not worry. I understand completely! I would
say let’s walk out for a bit, but the guys might misunderstand if they see you
wandering around, wearing my clothes.” He laughed awkwardly. “Especially
Nitori.” Momotarou leaned back, legs spread out in front of him and his hands
supporting him as they flatly leaned onto the bed.
You flushed bit, because he stretched out his legs, which were long, and since
they were spread and he sat in front of you he had them at each of your sides.
You, were sitting on your knees though, making yourself as small as possible.
Your hands were flatly resting on top of your thighs.
You tried to distract yourself then responded to the redheaded male in front of
you. “I see.” Then you thought for a moment. “Wait, Nitori?”
Wasn’t that the silver haired blue eyed boy? You had seen this Nitori person
quite a few times as well. So he was Momotarou’s roommate was he?
“Yeah! Nitori is really kind, but I do not think he would stay silent about
this. After all it is getting quite late too, he might get the wrong intention.
Even if he would keep it a secret from the other guys, he would let Rin know.
And as our captain, I doubt HE would spare me.”
This meant then that he was keeping you here with a risk as well. Of course
there was a possibility of explaining the situation. But the awkwardness of it
would be rather suspicious, and you didn’t want to mean that much trouble for
the boy.
Momotarou was watching you bickering inwardly. He sure had noted how awfully
silent a girl you were. Not to mention you didn’t even look him in the eye
occasions that you did speak.
He studied your face. It seemed somewhat familiar to him, somewhere deeper in
the past. He always thought you looked like someone he had seen before, but
could never place it. Even the way you were so silent.
“Say,” He started, followed by your name after. “We have met before didn’t we?”
You suddenly felt your heart race and your cheeks heat up as you wanted to say
something, but instead slowly nodded out of slight confusion.
“I remember!” He suddenly blurted out. “You and I were in class together
weren’t we? In middle school!” He said your name again , followed by your last
name.
You were honestly sitting there dumbfounded.
“Odd how things can go right?! I didn’t think you would be living here now.” He
scratched the back of his head. “Heh, that took me a while didn’t it?”
Momotarou was always this carefree and silly about things, but sitting here,
reminiscing with him, it made you feel quite joyful and you couldn’t restrain a
smile and a little laugh. “Yeah,”
The boy grinned widely in return. “Ah there we go! Here I thought you weren’t
capable of smiling! I’m glad you stayed to prove me wrong.” He said.
You turned a little red. “I’m sorry.” You fiddled with the end of the shirt you
were wearing.
The boy just shook his head. “Why are you apologizing? It’s okay. You’ve always
been like this.” He said, seeming to completely remember who you were. You were
a bit embarrassed admitting it though, but it made you happy.
You felt yourself growing more at ease, until he spoke up again.
“Say, say! Since we are old acquaintances, you wouldn’t mind helping me with
Gou, would you?”
That happy feeling you had before dissolved just as quick as it had come.
“I know I asked you before but, does she talk about me? Oh! I know! Tell her
some good stuff about me, okay? Yes that would do! I bet she will acknowledge
me more if she’ll get the approving opinion of another girl! You are her friend
aren’t you? I bet she’ll listen to you!” Momotarou continued on and on, but for
some reason you couldn’t hear any more of it without feeling nauseous again.
You quickly shuffled and threw your legs over the side of the bed, wanting to
slide off, but then a hand stopped you.
“Leaving already? Your clothes aren’t dry yet you know!” The boy said.
“I,” You started. “I know, but it’s getting late.”
“Ah, are your parents looking out for you?” He asked in sincere concern.
“N- no, they aren’t home, but—“ You got cut off by his protest.
“Well then it doesn’t matter does it? You’ll get sick otherwise.”
You looked at him somewhat surprised by his concern, then looked with a frown
towards the window. It was dark outside.
With a sigh, you were about to turn back but then the sound of footsteps
sounding from outside the room startled the two of you.
Momotarou panicked. The footsteps stopped nearby, was it Nitori? In case it
was, he probably was going to get in! What if he would see you?! Rin was surely
going to let the amber eyed boy had it if he were to find out. She needed to
hide…but where? Closet? No, what if Nitori was going to change? They would be
even more suspicious that way.
Then he had no choice.
The redheaded boy quickly grabbed you and pulled you back on the bed. You were
about to protest in surprise, but before you knew it, everything got dark and a
heavy heat was roaming over you. You didn’t get what was going on but then you
heard the sound of a door opening and you kept your mouth shut and your
breathing was very slow, but your heartbeat grew insanely fast.
That was when said Nitori Aiichirou finally entered the room. He seemed
exhausted, but none the less his lively yet reserved voice sounded throughout
the room. “Ah, Momo.” He looked at Momotarou, who seemed to be on his stomach,
lying under his sheets. “Sorry, did I make too much noise?” Aiichirou asked.
“A- ah! Nitori! Did you finish already?” Momotarou asked, knowing that
Aiichirou always practiced swimming a lot regardless the time.
The redheaded boy felt nervous though. He was onto his stomach and he was
basically on top of you, all of his weight pushing you into the mattress.
Luckily, he was significantly taller than you, so his head stuck out of the
sheets, but you were safely shielded by him. He felt bad for you having to hide
you so uncomfortably, but he had no choice. Now all Momotarou had to hope was
that Aiichirou wouldn’t pay too much attention. Then that way the latter
wouldn’t notice the enlarged bump under the sheets.
And thank the heavens that the older male indeed didn´t pay attention. He only
glanced briefly at Momotarou´s nervous face, but thought that he might looked
this awkward because the younger boy was tired.
“Well,” The silver haired male started. “Rin told me not to overexert myself,
and I figured that is the best way to keep my energy reserved, right? I’m
guessing it’s the same reason why you’re already in bed as well.” He smiled at
his younger roommate.
Meanwhile you were growing hot underneath the sheets. After all this wasn’t the
most comfortable of positions. Plus all you could see was darkness. And all
that you could breathe in was Momotarou’s scent. Your face was practically in
his chest, and it made you dizzy.
Momotarou laughed again, and nodded to his older roommate. “Of course! I got to
be in top shape if I want to reach the level of the best!” His palms were
practically digging in the mattress. So far so good. But then a sudden thought
came to mind.
What if Nitori went to the balcony!? He would see your clothes and then this
would become an issue anyway! Momotarou couldn´t do anything but mentally cross
his fingers.
“You’re right about that.” Nitori admitted. “Though it’s a bit early. But who
am I to question that.” He grabbed a clean towel from his closet and slung it
over both shoulders, then he grabbed some fresh clothes and sent Momotarou a
smile. “Be back in a bit. Goodnight in case you have fallen asleep.” And with
that, the older boy walked out on his way to the showers.
The redheaded male sighed deeply. “That was a close call.” He whispered out to
you. “I’m sorry about this.”
You raised yourself a little as he lifted his upper body. You whispered back to
him, worry obvious in both your voice and face. “I should be going…”
Momotarou nodded in agreement, but then shook his head. “If anyone else finds
you, they might assume you’re trespassing at this hour. Plus I doubt your
clothes have properly dried yet.”
You looked at him. “I can’t go home?”
The boy laughed awkwardly. “Just…not…this evening. I mean you could try and go
out but it would be risky.”
You suddenly panicked. How could time have gone by this fast?
“Your parents weren’t home, right? Will they come back tonight?”
You shook your head. “I live alone…” But that was beside the point. You
couldn’t stay. Here. In bed. With him.
As much as you liked him, you weren’t sure how you would be able to handle this
situation.
Momotarou seemed to be relieved, but then his facial expression faltered. “Is
it lonely…?”
The question caught you off guard, but it was not like the boy himself had
expected to be asking something like this.
None the less, you turned your head to the side. Your throat felt somewhat dry.
The whole situation was just complicated. Being this vulnerable in front of
someone you harbor feelings for. But you refused to give in to sadness.
“You know,” He whispered. “You can visit more often.” He paused, and you
assumed that he was picking words he wanted to use. “Even if you’re seeming to
try so hard not to…you do stand out.”
You gasped and looked at him. What did he mean? Standing out? To who? To him?
To everyone?
He seemed to understand your confused expression and huffed, shrugging it off.
“You know. I think you should stay.” He wasn’t sure himself why he offered
this, but he assumed it was out of concern. The thought of a girl living all by
herself into some house seemed worrisome to him. He couldn’t imagine you going
back to your home, all alone in the dark. He was now glad he took you with him.
You looked up at Momotarou’s face. It was the most serious you have ever seen
him. You weren’t sure why, but it made you even more nervous. But the offer he
made did make you feel joyful. You carefully smiled at him.
This seemed to amuse him, because he had to chuckle a bit and he returned the
favour with a goofy grin.
“Besides,” He continued. “I bet this will be much warmer at night.”
You flushed and tried to hide your face, trying to shuffle further underneath
him. “I…!” You tried to say something but you didn’t know what to say exactly,
aside that you found his remark somewhat embarrassing. You uncomfortably
writhed.
“Ah,” The boy’s breath stocked. “Don’t move so much!” He hadn’t expected your
sudden movement, and his lower body was still right over yours. He tried
keeping himself as still as possible, but a weird sensation went through him as
he could feel your hips bumping into his own.
“I-I’m sorry!” In confusion, you didn’t know what kind of composure to keep.
You tried to shuffle back as to how you were lying before, but it caused your
front to slide upwards against him, to which the male started to tremble. His
breathing hitched once more, and his voice sounded awkwardly low as he
whispered, calling your name in protest.
“I told you not to –“
Momotarou had always hoped for his older roommate to become faster in what he
does. But when the said male had opened the door and already returned from his
shower, the younger wished selfishly that Aiichirou would take things more easy
from now on.
“Momo! I’m back, are you asleep yet?” He softly asked as he stepped in the
room, putting his stuff away, then he glanced over at the teen. Luckily for you
guys ,the angle that Aiichirou was standing in made the top bunk convenient,
and the large bump under the sheets less obvious.
What was even more convenient was that Aiichirou went to sit behind his desk,
back turning towards Momotarou and you.
“N- no.” Came Momotarou’s voice, which sounded a bit strained. The older boy
assumed that it was because the younger was tired.
“Alright, do you mind if I finish some work quickly? I will turn off the lights
later.” Aiichirou opened his books and set them before him, then started on
whatever he needed to finish.
The redheaded boy just made a sound of acknowledgement. He raised his upper
body meanwhile, trying to look at you, who was looking back at him with quite
the flustered face, and he didn’t blame you for that.
He tried to balance his weight onto his elbows, but his hips itched to move.
The room suddenly felt much hotter than it did before and it made him slowly
lose his mind.
Almost carefully, he tried to raise himself a bit, moving forward, then
backwards again, and the friction that inflicted itself upon his groin made his
loins ache in a painfully pleasurable way. He tried again, slowly though,
because he didn’t want to make too much sound. But since it felt good, he
repeated it multiple times.
At the same time you didn’t know what was happening to you. Momotarou was
moving quite awkwardly, and that was the least of your problems. You felt
something firmly rubbing your body, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you
kind of liked it. It made something sweet nag in the pit of your stomach.
It was kind of nauseating though, because at the same time, it was extremely
warm under the sheets, and underneath Momotarou’s body. It made you dizzy a
bit, and to support yourself, you tried to grab on something and your fingers
ended up tangling the front of his shirt.
The redheaded boy was inwardly panicking. He sure hoped he wasn’t scaring you
with this, because after all this was not his intention. But for some reason it
felt so nice that he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
He looked down at you, and you looked back.
You weren’t sure what kind of look to send him though, you supposed it was kind
of mixed. You were starting to understand what he was doing, but you wondered
why he did it. Of course you weren’t oblivious to this kind of thing, because
even if you were a girl. You were still a teen. A curious one. Even you had
urges.
Momotarou on the other hand, felt relieved to see you weren’t looking entirely
freaked out at him, so he assumed he could continue. He let out a deep sigh as
he rolled his hips slowly, each time making sure his bulge bumped into snug
place that was between your thighs. He had a hard time trying to focus though,
because occasionally he glanced at Aiichirou, seeing if the latter would notice
anything, but luckily the older male was too focused on his work.
Alright, steady. He couldn’t move too fast though or the bed would creak
awkwardly.
It became rather painful. He was really turned on, but at the same while, he
couldn’t get enough stimulation because his slow thrusts were not enough to
drag him over the edge.
To be honest, it drove him nuts.
To you, it was quite noticeable because his breathing became more and more
ragged.
“That is enough for today…” Aiichirou yawned after a short while, and finally
stood up. He closed his book, got ready for bed, but first he walked towards
the light button, and said, “Goodnight Momo.” Then clicked them off.
Momotarou responded with a small grunt, and Aiichirou once again assumed it was
because the younger was tired.
Without further ado, the male also went to bed, and nestled below the two of
you.
For some reason it made you more nervous. What if Aiichirou could feel the bed
moving? What if he would find out that way? And now that your situation was
getting worse it made your stomach grow tight with fear. Luckily for you, the
movement of the boy above you made it more difficult for you to focus on your
worries.
You noticed that he stopped moving, kept this up for a few more moments, then
you could hear his voice whispering in the dark. “Nitori?”
There was no response.
You sighed in relief hearing that the silver haired boy had fallen asleep.
Momotarou seemed equally reassured, and whispered to you, calling your name.
You responded with a slight shy hum.
Conveniently for him, it was too dark to notice the bright blush on his face.
“…You don’t mind. Do you?”
You wanted to respond, but then he continued before you could.
“I do not want to make it seem, as if I ‘m taking advantage of you or
something,” He paused. “I’m not that type of guy…”
You reached in the dark, your dainty hands brushing briefly across his arms
before you settled ur hands at his shoulders, grabbing on tight. Afterwards,
you said, “I know…” And you really meant it. Because you knew Momotarou wasn’t
a bad person. Of course you didn’t know him that well, but something told you
that he was being truthful. Then again, you know you enjoyed this because you
liked him…
But did he like you? He liked Gou, didn’t he?
A sudden pang rushed through your chest, and you tightly brought Momotarou
closer to you as you hugged his neck, non-consciously though.
The boy seemed somewhat confused by this, but none the less, he returned the
hold, and shoved his arms underneath you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
He got them stuck between the mattress and you, but at the same time, the
feeling of your body pressed closer to his compensated for any discomfort.
“I can stop you know…” He tried once more, as if he was unsure and looked for a
confirmation, or perhaps an approval?
You gently shook ur head and whispered something incoherent.
Momotarou didn’t hear, but he could feel your head shaking, and your grip
tightening, so he could assume that you gave him the ‘okay’. Carefully, he
rocked into your body. This time he decided to adjust and hitched your legs up
to make them fold around his waist.
When you found out this increased the access for him, it made you arch a bit,
the friction starting to stimulate you in such a way that you started to pant
along with him. You moved your chin over his shoulder and one hand of you
reached for the back of his messy red hair. Your fingers threaded his locks and
combed through while you tried to squeeze your thighs tightly around him.
You weren’t even that sure what you were doing. You just felt the need to touch
him increase so you just rolled with how things went.
Momotarou didn’t seem to bother though, because he murmured something into your
ear and continued to grind his hard-on into you, until he stopped to speak up
again.
He sounded quite out of breath though. “Say…” He panted and lifted his head a
little, pulling you onto his lap as he sat up.
You were confused, but it didn’t last long because after you mumbled a silent,
“What’s the matter..?” he made himself fall on his side, then eventually moved
flatly onto his back until you were on top.
A bit unsure, you looked at him with questionable eyes. It was dark, but he was
able to see thanks to the moonlight rays lighting up the room fairly. You could
see Momotarou smile back at you a bit.
“This way…” He started. “It’ll be easier.”
You wondered what he meant, but his actions explained himself. The redheaded
boy reached down and pulled his shorts and boxers half way down. This way the
greatest part of his erection was now freed.
He then reached for your hips and his fingers fiddled with the end of the shirt
you were wearing. He lifted it up, exposing the briefs you wore underneath. To
help him a bit you grabbed onto the shirt as well , then bound it so that it
would keep from falling back down.
“Alright,” He let out a content sigh, probably because he felt somewhat
unstrained now. “Do you think you can move? …Try rolling your hips a bit.” He
tried to explain to you. He didn’t know if telling you what to do was actually
necessary, but he just wanted to be somewhat, helpful.
You just softly replied with a , “Okay,” Then tried to slide your hips over him
in the progress. The movement was kind of rocky and slow, but the friction of
fabric was no longer an issue. Obvious to you was why, because it was getting
moister and moister between your thighs. You could imagine that you were just
as excited as he was, but somehow you felt a bit guilty of ruining his briefs.
After continuing like this for a while you tried something else. You leaned
yourself forward and tried to seek support by placing your hands elsewhere. His
chest was the best option, so you did.
Carefully you tried to wave your hips back and forth, and you curved your back
each time you repeated this. You noticed that you were starting to whisper a
few moans, but you got so into what you were doing that you didn’t think of
quieting down.
You could feel every single ridge of his manhood rubbing over your covered
lips, sometimes your excessive movement caused your clitoris to be able to join
the fun. Clothed or not, it was still enough to please you.
Momotarou however, didn’t seem to have enough. He noticed that this kind of
contact was nice, but what would it feel like to have you touch with him
directly?
He reached for the back of the briefs, pulled them up tightly, then shove them
to the side so that your womanhood was now smothering the bare parts of his
length. He groaned and shuddered, because he didn’t expect the feeling of raw
slick skin over his own to be feeling this good. The male could swear he felt
every thread of your sticky substance attach to him the more you moved.
If this was good, what would actual sex be like then? He briefly pondered as he
stirred your hips while he himself started to thrust upwards. And the desire to
enter struck him harder every time that his head bumped into the ridge of your
entrance.
He was already this close. Should he do it? He felt hot, and what would it be
like to be fully engulfed into it? It must be amazing. He looked at you and you
looked back, and he almost felt as if he was wanting to announce to you what he
was thinking. You also seemed to enjoy this, then you would probably be okay
with it wouldn’t you? He could give it a shot, but he would be gentle as he
would do it.
Right, as long as he would go slow…he would…
Too bad that these thoughts at the same time also brought him over the edge. He
couldn’t conceal a moan and quite loudly, he groaned as he shuddered out his
orgasm underneath you, his fairly large hands starting to look for something to
grab on, and it happened to be your rear, which he squeezed not so softly. His
last thrusts came with spasms.
Meanwhile you could feel something hot flow against you, but you didn’t bother
think about it as all that you saw was a flash of white inside your mind. You
tightly squeezed your eyes shut, and laid your head down while your hips did
the rest of the work, rolling on, slowing down…and eventually came to a rest.
Silence filled the room, aside from the sounds of the breaths and pants of both
of you. This lasted a while, and none of you spoke, until Momotarou was once
again the first to break the silence.
“Say…” He started, then spoke your name.
You just looked up at him questionably.
“I…” He was hesitating, you could hear it in his voice.
So you spoke up instead. “I thought you liked Gou…”
This somewhat startled him, you could tell. Because his heart started to beat
harshly underneath your fingertips.
“Well,” He started. “I don’t know her like I know you…”
You huffed and laid ur head back down. “…You kept me here because you know
me..?”
“No…” He gently reached a hand to stroke the top of your head, and it turned in
a somewhat awkward ruffle. “Because you stand out above anyone else.”
Your heart beat at those words, and you weren’t sure it was because you were
happy or because you still wasn’t sure what he meant with those words. Probably
a mix of both.
Momotarou himself though, wasn’t sure either what he meant, but his head turned
to the side, so you assumed he was just as flustered.
---__----
Meanwhile Aiichirou shivered under his sheets and hoped to god the both of you
didn’t know he was awake. He could swear he was trembling and the sounds you
guys had made left his pants to be uncomfortable.
‘Momo…you always get me dragged into anything caused by your liveliness, do you
not?’ He thought.
The older boy wasn’t planning on telling this to anyone though, he was too
embarrassed himself to admit he had listened in on such activities…
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Aiichirou wakes up the next morning, in quite the stress about
     Momotarou's nightly events with you. Okay. No big deal right? If
     something makes you uncomfortable, try to not get too involved.
     However, it does not seem as easy as it sounds.
     Mikoshiba Momotarou X Reader X Nitori Aiichirou (Sorta)
Chapter Notes
     I decided, after about half a year, to add another chapter, probably
     even a third eventually. I was planning to do it sooner, but you
     know. Life was in the way.
     I want to thank the people who left kudo's and comments and stuff.
     Really appreciated sweethearts! Hope you will enjoy this one as well.
     Also I want to thank people who are even just reading it. As long as
     I know it is somewhat loved.
     Humble and pervy writer at work.
     Standing out: Part II
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Aiichirou yawned after his eyes fluttered open, shifted his body, then sat up
to lift his arms and arched his back in an attempt to crack and stretch away
the tension that was left in his muscles. He brought his hands back to his eyes
and rubbed some tears away, before looking around in a sleepy manner. The first
thing that came to mind was the desire to know what time it was, so he grabbed
his phone and checked it. Eight in the morning? Not bad. At least, not for a
Sunday morning. What should he do? He was still pretty tired, and Sunday was a
day of rest for every student, even in a school with an elite swim team like
Samezuka.
With a heavy sigh Aiichirou lied back into bed. Maybe sleep for a good thirty
more minutes? Then he could get ready for the day and perhaps do some swimming
practice. Or maybe take a stroll through town first? Perhaps ask Rin to
accompany him? He had already finished all of his homework yesterday night
anyway, so to be honest there was nothing to be worried about. Boy, was he glad
that he took care of it. Now he wasn’t exactly the lazy type of person, but if
he really wanted to, he could stay in bed a little longer even. Yesterday he
fell asleep a little late after all. When he last checked his phone before
falling into a deep slumber, it was about 3 AM. How come he was still awake
that late anyway? He knew he made homework quite late after yesterday’s
practice, but he was sure he didn’t take that long to finish it. He immediately
went to bed afterwards, and all Aiichirou could remember was that he had a bit
of difficulty with falling asleep…
What was it again?
He closed his eyes once more and turned on his side. When he did so, the bed
slightly creaked, and suddenly his heart started to beat insanely, with loud
pounds against the inside of his chest as he sat up with a startle.
He just remembered.
The silver haired boy shove the sheets off his body and quickly placed his legs
outside of the bed, his heels coming down with a firm tap as soon as he stood
straight up. He turned and tiptoed a little, climbing slightly, feet onto his
own mattress, just to be high enough so that his head would reach over the side
of the bed above him.
Blue eyes peered and scanned over the empty bed, but his roommate was not to be
seen, which actually surprised Aiichirou.
‘They have already left?’ He thought, pondering about where both you, and
Momotarou could have went.
The memories of the sounds of the night before, all started to come back and it
made Aiichirou ’s face heat up immensely. The rough breaths and groans of his
younger roommate, and the light pants and pleas of a girl…
Of course. Aiichirou wasn’t exactly innocent himself but, it was still awkward
when you heard other people do stuff like that. Especially people younger than
yourself, although the age difference was really little, but it was still
strange.
To Aiichirou, Momotarou was this crazy kid who was enthusiastic and energetic
about pretty much everything. May it be swimming, may it be life. So to him,
the whole picture of Momotarou doing that kind of thing…well, maybe not that
hard to believe for any male at that age but, the problem of it was just the
imagination itself. Especially those sounds he made when--- damn.
Now as for the girl, he didn’t see anyone coming in so, when did she exactly
come in? Also, didn’t Momotarou, much like his older brother, have a crush on
Gou? Unless, that girl was Gou. Oh my god, if that was the case, Rin would kill
him! The first thought that came to Aiichirou’s mind, but then he thought,
‘No…Gou’s voice sounds way different.’ Then again it was not like Aiichirou
could tell what Gou would sound like if she, well, did that.
The silver headed boy shook his head wildly and pondered what to do. He hoped
to god he was greatly mistaken…then again even if it was another girl.
Aiichirou doubted that the boy wouldn’t be in trouble for smuggling someone
into his room for the whole night anyhow, if someone would find out that is.
Now the silver haired boy wasn’t really a tattle tale, so he supposed that if
no one else would find out, there wouldn’t be any trouble.
Then there was no reason to worry was there?
Aiichirou knew that he wouldn’t really need to feel responsible for his younger
roommate, yet he wouldn’t want the said younger to have Rin yelling at him even
more than he already does on a daily basis.
He sighed and waddled himself to his wardrobe and grabbed a towel. He supposed
that a shower would calm him down. Yes, a nice and warm shower. Then he would
leave the academy for a nice long stroll outside. Speaking of which, how was
the weather?
With that he turned his head to the side and wandered to the balcony door and
its windows, shoving the curtains apart so that he could check what was
awaiting him outside, but other than the sunrays greeting his body, his heart
raced at the sight of clothing hanging over the balcony’s railing. They were
girl’s clothing. And if the style and models of the fabric weren’t evidence
enough, the bra and panties that hung next to the garments were an extra
confirmation.
Aiichirou gulped hard.
Would she have left her clothes here? No. That wouldn’t make any sense. If one
would be stealthy enough to get inside unknowingly, why would they be as sloppy
as to forget their clothing for everyone else to see? Momotarou wouldn’t
probably be the girl’s best reminder, but Aiichirou assumed that the girl would
be more clever than his crazy younger roommate.
Speaking of which.
Aiichirou opened the balcony door and shove it aside, stepping out of the room
and wandered closer towards the hanging clothing.
He sighed in relief.
This didn’t seem like the type of clothing that Gou would wear. Of course
Aiichirou couldn’t really judge this with a hundred percent security but it
seemed fair. However, if this wasn’t Gou’s clothing….then this meant Momotarou
had it going on with someone else.
But who? Aiichirou wasn’t exactly sure what to think about the situation. If
the girl in question’s clothing were here, then would that mean she was still
around? Without her clothes? Or would she have left? Perhaps if she and
Momotarou were that close, or perhaps, dating, she’d wear his clothes. But why
would she leave them here?
Then Aiichirou took a few logical guesses: One, after their nightly activities
it wouldn’t be so weird for him to think that they would need to ’wash’ off
their ‘guilt’. Second, this could possibly mean that Momotarou was out there,
with her, at the showers. It was still pretty early so it would’ve been their
only chance. Third, another possibility could be the school’s swimming pool,
but then again, Aiichirou doubted that Momotarou would just take the girl for a
swim when they’re in this particular situation.
That would leave the two first guesses the most logical.
‘Oh, no…Momo! What are you going to do if you’re found out?’ Why does Aiichirou
even wonder? He knew Momotarou pretty well.
The silver-haired boy’s eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he thought. Should he
go and take a look to be sure? Of course Aiichirou didn’t have to feel
responsible for Momotarou’s antics, but still. He was a part of their team. He
was his roommate. They were friends--- probably. And most important of all, he
was his elder. His upperclassman. No matter how irresponsible the younger male
could be, Aiichirou should at least try and look out for him. Besides, if the
younger redhead did get in trouble, he would’ve felt terribly guilty.
Considering all of these facts, the older boy sighed and swung the towel over
his shoulders. He needed to take a shower himself anyway to start the day fresh
and anew. Might as well go look and see if he could find his roommate.
Aiichirou was a bit uneasy thinking about it, but then he thought to himself:
What if his assumptions were wrong? What if they weren’t there in the first
place? The silver-haired male sighed in relief but then another thought struck
him. If they weren’t there, then where would they be?
Only one way to find out.
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You weren’t quite sure about this, but when Momotarou gave you a reassuring
smile, you couldn’t help but to smile back at him, which he on his turn grinned
at.
“Come on, no need to be shy. If you want, I will turn around and keep wait,
then you can go in there first.”
You looked over at the spacious shower rooms, then back at Momotarou. Thinking
about this morning, you recalled how the redhead had offered you to leave his
room quietly so that you could take a shower. The reason why you agreed was
because you didn’t like the idea of having your and his essences still stuck to
your body. At first you thought about just dressing up and getting out the
Academy as soon as possible, but then the thought of it made you feel kind
of…unclean. This was probably a bigger risk to take though, but you being here
and sleeping over was already dangerous, so you thought it couldn’t hurt from
here on out.
With an unsure look, you settled your hands at the clothing around your body,
hands tugging at the hem of Momotarou’s shirt, which you were still wearing.
“Ah, right.” Momotarou laughed nervously and started to turn around.
“N- no! That’s not it, I just,” You whispered softly, “What if someone comes
in?” Although, you also had to admit, the idea of Momotarou seeing every part
of your body in clear daylight, was an unnerving thought.
The male seemed to understand as you heard him huff. Then he replied, “That is
why I’m staying here, okay? If anyone comes I will find a way to hold them off,
haha, somehow I suppose.” He ended his line somewhat unsurely, but you decided
to trust him with this particular task.
“Okay…”
With that, you pulled the shirt off your upper body and then settled your hands
at the boxers you also borrowed, slowly tugging it until it fell to the floor.
You picked them up but then another worry struck you.
Momotarou heard you gasp and slightly turned but not enough to actually look at
you.
“What’s the matter?”
“ I…I d-didn’t take my clothes with me.” You stammered. How could you have
possibly forgotten them? You were so worried about Momotarou’s roommate waking
up when the two of you left, in the progress you didn’t even think about
retrieving your clothing from the balcony.
“Ah,” The redhead sounded just as worried for a moment, but then he reassured,
“Well, it’s no big deal. Nitori is still sleeping, so after this we can just
quickly return and I’ll snatch them for you!”
He made it sound way easy than it probably would be, but you had no choice
really.
You sighed and nodded, although Momotarou still wasn’t facing you. Returning to
his room now wouldn’t be convenient, so you might as well shower quickly and
get out of here as soon as possible.
With that thought in mind, you quickly stepped forward and walked your way into
the showers, picking one of the cubicles and opened the door and got inside.
You turned on the faucet and quickly after water started pouring out from the
shower head above you, thick drops raining down on top of your head. Another
sigh escaped your lips when cold water hit your skin, and you felt yourself
shudder underneath. Most of the time you would’ve enjoyed yourself a warm
shower instead, but after last night, and the warm weather, you decided that
the cold would do the trick.
You smiled inwardly to yourself, because you managed to handle the icy drops
pouring down your skin pretty well. You got a few goosebumps, but you felt any
tenseness slowly ebb away, seeming to wash away along with any other remains of
sweat and impurities.
You opened your eyes and started to look around for something like soap, but
without any success. A frown started to form itself upon your face, but then
you figured it might not be something provided by the school itself. Should you
ask Momotarou? You quickly shook off that idea because one: You did not want to
face him like this. Two: if he needed to go all the way back just to get
something so unimportant it would mean too much trouble. Besides, who else
would keep wait? What if someone would get in here while he was gone? You
decided that simply rinsing your body was enough. You could always take a
proper shower at your own house anyway.
After some time went by, you decided that enough was enough. You reached out to
turn off the shower, but when a hand suddenly wrapped itself onto your shoulder
then your mouth your muffled screams sounded through the room.
“Shh, sh! Don’t worry it’s just me!”
You quickly tore your head upwards and saw Momotarou looking at you with quite
the worried face. He moved his hand off your mouth, but before you could ask
him what the problem was he quickly replied, “Nitori is standing outside the
showers.”
Your eyes widened with anxiety and your mind went berserk, trying to find an
emergency plan on how to get out of this situation.
Momotarou noticed and tried to reassure you, “Don’t worry. I do not think he
has seen me. I hid right before he could, but, “ The redhead pulled an
expression that was hard to read. “He kind of seemed as if he was looking for
something…I wonder if he knows…”
Then it hit you. Your clothes were still hanging on the balcony. What if Nitori
had seen them?
“Yet…” Momotarou tried to justify, “I don’t think he would search for us
here…would he?”
To be honest, you weren’t sure what to think. You figured that if Momotarou had
to face his roommate now, he would possibly need to answer a few difficult
questions. It wouldn’t be easy to explain why the boy was waiting while there
was only one shower running. Especially not if Nitori had possibly any idea
about the true situation.
Your thoughts got interrupted by a clicking sound. The redheaded male was
locking the cubicle and somehow that sent a very nerve wrecking alarm to your
brain. The boy seemed to notice and looked at you, struggling to make his
golden gaze not roam anywhere else but your face.
“I uh, “ His voice was a soft whisper. “Think we should stay like this until he
leaves.”
You panicked even more, but you did realize that you did not have a choice.
Finally, you looked back at Momotarou, only noticing then that his clothes were
getting drenched with the shower running.
“But you…” You tried to point it out, but he just smiled and shook his head,
holding up a finger against his lips, meaning to tell you ‘Quiet, otherwise he
might hear us.’
It was then that the two of you could hear Nitori calling.
“Momo…Are you there?”
The silver haired boy sighed, but when he took a few more steps he felt
something underneath his feet. Fabric?
He took a step back, looked at the floor and picked up two pieces of clothing.
Boxers and a shirt. He knew that shirt pretty well. Was it a mere coincidences
that he saw Momotarou wearing this a few days ago?
“Momo?” Aiichirou called once again and followed the sound of the running
water, standing in front of the cubicle where you and Momotarou were stood.
You looked at the redheaded boy who got on his knees and tried to peek
underneath the door of the cubicle, getting greeted by his older roommate’s
feet.
The younger boy immediately shot up ant turned to you gently pressing you
against the tiled wall while his hand covered your mouth once more. This time
more gently though.
“Yeah?” He loudly said, probably in response to Aiichirou ’s calling.
Aiichirou stopped and averted his gaze towards the cubicle. “Ah, so you are
here.” He doesn’t hear anyone else, so maybe the girl has already left? Though,
that would again raise the question, why did she leave her clothes here? Well,
it wasn’t unthinkable to assume Momotarou would give them back to her
eventually, but…
“Ahaha, yeah.” Momotarou ‘s voice sounded from within the shower. “I thought,
it is early in the Sunday morning! Why not get up and make something useful out
of this day.”
Aiichirou frowned at the hesitation coming from his younger roommate, but since
he didn’t have any other leads and didn’t want to confront Momo with something
that wasn’t really his business, he decided to let it slide. All that the
silver haired male really wanted was that his younger roommate wouldn’t get
himself into trouble is all.
“Okay…” He replied, and sighed, obvious doubt in his voice. “I’ll just hop in
myself then. After all, there are still many hours to fill.” Aiichirou laughed
with an equal hesitation as Momotarou did before, while scratching the back of
his head, fingers running through silver locks in the progress.
Might as well just forget about it. If she already had left, that would mean
there was a good chance of nobody finding out anyway.
Aiichirou turned on his heels and took a cubicle left from where you and
Momotarou were.
When Momotarou heard a few steps he was happy, but when the stand of the
cubicles moved due to the closing of the door next to you two, he panicked a
little and looked down at you worriedly.
You grabbed Momotarou’s wrist and gently lowered it off your mouth. “W…What do
we do now?” Your voice was super soft, drenched with worry of still being find
out in the end.
The taller boy just shook his head. “I don’t know…but I guess we’ll have to
stay in here until he leaves. Then we quickly head out.”
“But what about my clothes?”
Momotarou thought for a moment. “I guess we’ll wait long enough and just have
to pray that he won’t be there by the time we’ll get back…” It was pretty much
the only plan that came his to mind.
A frown appeared on your face once again, but you tried to smile at Momotarou.
After all, he did his best to not get you in trouble, although if it weren’t
for him, you probably wouldn’t have been in this situation. On the other hand,
you got to share a moment of intimacy with him, something you wouldn’t have
dreamed to achieve before.
However, that did raise a question. How did Momotarou feel about you? He always
liked Gou, yet he got into this situation with a girl like you. Then you
thought about how he told you that he thought you stood out above anyone else.
It sounded weird to you because you weren’t sure what he could possibly find so
noticeable about you. How quiet you were? Perhaps he did notice how you looked
at him? Or did he perhaps notice you felt more for him than you should?
While you were in deep thought, the redheaded male must have noticed and gently
nudged you on your head, making you look up into warm, golden eyes.
“Things will work out somehow, okay? We’ll just have to wait for a bit, but I
promise I’ll make up to you if we come out of this.” He grinned awkwardly,
which caused you to smile back at him somewhat shyly while you stared down.
Though, when you did this…you were greeted by your naked body.
And it was then that you started to realize the situation you were in once more
as you gasped.
Momotarou was about to ask you what was the matter, but when you quickly
slapped your arms around your upper body and turned away a bit, it was clear.
“Err…I’m sorry…” He tried to look away as he turned his head, but from the
corner of his eye he could still make up your figure.
He watched drops of water still trailing over your head, soaking your hair,
dripping down its locks and past your neck and back, front, oh especially the
front. Although you were practically hugging yourself to cover your chest, it
also caused the valley between your breasts to be far more significant.
Momotarou swallowed as he watched a trail glide down and disappear into that
spot in particular.
It was starting to get very difficult for him to ignore this. Maybe it would be
better if he would leave, but he couldn’t leave you alone either.
Hm, okay. Maybe he could try and focus on something else? The sound of water?
No. All he could focus on was the sound of your skin getting hit by the liquid.
Maybe he should turn around? That way he couldn’t be tempted to look again.
Yes, that seemed fine.
With that, Momotarou turned around to face the cubicle door. When you saw, you
didn’t ask him any questions, since you understood what he was doing. Perhaps
it was strange for you to be like this considering the two of you already did
that much, but still. You know you can’t look him in the eye if you know he can
see every part of you. What if he didn’t like the way your body looked? Last
night the two of you were still dressed—mostly. The situation itself stood
loose from how you were now.
You interrupted your thoughts again when you looked up and were suddenly
greeted by Momotarou’s bare, broad and muscled back. Your heart made
somersaults and your head was spinning when you roamed his backline, eyes
taking in the smooth and wet texture of tanned skin. You didn’t even dare to
lower your gaze any further when you reached the end though.
“D- don’t freak out okay…” Momotarou’s voice was soft and low, probably worried
about Nitori, who was in the cubicle next to you, hearing you talk. “I just
figured, I might as well get this out of the way too.”
You inwardly nodded. You supposed so, yet being completely naked with him into
the school’s showers was a bit much for you to handle. He was right though.
There is no point in worrying about the situation since you’re already stuck
into it to begin with. Might as well just do what you came for.
A soft sigh escaped your lips, and you turned around as well. Hesitantly you
stretched out your hands and reached up to run your fingers through your long
thick locks. Doing this a few times, your hair started to fall down and frame
your face and past your shoulders. Afterwards, you cupped your hands and made
the water pour in until your palms were filled, splashing your chest gently as
you made your hands glide over your breasts. It was kind of a weird feeling,
touching yourself like this while Momotarou was right behind you, yet the
awkwardness wasn’t enough to make you want to stop.
Meanwhile the redhead was struggling to not just turn around and take in your
form. He decided to close his eyes to help himself lose the urge, but he
quickly found that it was a very bad idea. Images from last night filled his
brain, causing him to gulp hard.
‘No. I shouldn’t think about that right now.’ Yet it is easier to repeat these
words inside your head then actually executing as you think. After all, you
were very close to him, in a tiny space, completely naked just as he was.
If he wanted, he could… and you let him yesterday…Would you let him again?
He quickly shook his head. Yet the thought of him possibly getting into a
particular moment with you sent the blood through his veins to stream down
south instead. Momotarou knew he should not get aroused here, but a part of him
could not help it—literally.
One little peek, then maybe? Just a quick look at your face. If he would remind
himself that such a sweet girl like you shouldn’t be taken advantage of, then
surely he would be able to contain himself…right?
The redhead challenged himself, and slowly looked over his shoulder.
It was a mistake.
Your back was facing him, but you were slightly turned, so when his eyes roamed
down, he could see your hair clinging down your backline, your arms up as you
were busy massaging your scalp, which gave him a glimpse of the side of your
breast being exposed to him. He swallowed hard because he deemed it’s very
shape and size being very…eye-catching.
Did Momotarou dare to lower his gaze?
He challenged himself once again, watching long strokes of water trail down
your butt, right between the crack. The boy suddenly started to wonder how you
were so shy and withdrawn all the time. You had a beautiful figure in his
opinion. Though, maybe your modesty about it was what was even more attractive
to him right now.
However as much as Momotarou enjoyed the sight, he knew he now had another
problem to deal with, as his loins suddenly started to hurt with eager. He
groaned and was bothered. He couldn´t possibly do that kind of thing with you
here could he? Well, then again, as long as you wouldn’t notice…
He looked back over his shoulder again, and it seemed like you were still busy
washing yourself, so he guessed that, if he wouldn’t be noisy, he could get rid
of his little problem.
While keeping his gaze on you, he slowly started to peel off his wet boxers and
kicked them to the tiles. Then he started to wrap a hand around his erection,
which caused him to immediately hiss under his breath. ‘Now, quietly ,’ he
thought. The only thing he probably would need to think about was actually
losing his load without you noticing, but that’d be a matter for later. It’d be
more awkward to face you later with a massive hard-on after all.
Water ran down every part of his body, making it easy to rub one out. His hand
had a firm and tight grip around his length, and while he slightly pulled and
squeezed at the base, he could easily move his dick in and out of his fist.
Momotarou shuddered as he started pulling his hips back and forth , while his
hand did the rest of the work.
He tried looking back at you again, and still there was no sign of you
noticing. ‘Easy… As long as I won’t go too fast nor make too much noise…I won’t
alarm her.’ Because heck, if you would find out, it would be major
embarrassing. Not to mention it would possibly mean you might view him as a
pervert in the end. He didn’t tell you, but after last night, he watched you go
to sleep, and he felt instantly guilty for taking advantage like that. It is
true that he did ask you if it was alright, but then when he thought about it,
you seemed like such a nice girl. He couldn’t imagine you saying otherwise even
if you actually did not want to. What if you felt somewhat…forced?
He frowned at this thought and he slowed down.
…Yet you did seem like you had enjoyed it. He wouldn’t have imagined it on his
own but, the moans and pleas you had let out were a major turn on to him. Not
to mention how wet you felt unto his—
Momotarou bit hard onto his lip to suppress a grunt and he picked up his pace
yet again.
What if you did enjoy it? What if you truly liked how it felt? Would you let
him go further with you? Would you let him enter you?
The thought of how much the redhead had wanted to do this last night was enough
to make his erection seep with pre-cum, forcing its way out of his head and
being immediately rinsed away by the falling water.
‘So close…’ Momotarou felt his head tilt back a little as his hips thrust a
little faster. “Ah…” He failed to stifle a small moan, but remained unaware of
that. ‘I…I think…I’m really going to—‘
It was then that the boy suddenly stopped and froze as he set his mouth agape,
eyes opening widely as he hears a feminine gasp and a pair of slender fingers
wrap around his arm. Does he dare to look? His head says no, but his reflexes
do not stop him from lowering his head anyway.
A pair of surprised eyes stare back at him and a pair of pink lips were parted
to add.
“Uh…” Momotarou didn’t know what to say, aside from gently saying your name in
response.
“Momotarou?” You shyly said as you looked away. “S- Sorry…it’s just that…He’s
left.”
He? Who was he?
Oh wait.
“N-Nitori has left?” You nodded to this, and Momotarou just looked ultimately
shocked. How did he not notice? Was he that into it…?
“Uh, “ You started. “S- Should I leave you alo—“
He interrupted you. “N- No don’t do that.”
“But…” You frowned.
“I’m sorry…You must think I’m disgusting right? I just couldn’t help it. I—“
You tapped his shoulder and shook your head gently. He looked at you
inquisitively and only then he noticed you were covering your breasts with one
arm while your other hand still holding onto him.
He tilted his head and looked at you curiously.
With an uncertain expression, you pondered on what to say next. You figured
it´d be weird to say ‘urges are urges’ but then again, it was not like that
would make it less true. Yet the thought of Momotarou doing this kind of thing
with you there…made your heart beat. Then again, what if he was just thinking
about something of someone else? Which brought you back to wondering how the
taller boy actually felt about you.
“Haha, ah well, I guess if I turn on the cold water up I guess it’ll go away—“
“Momotarou.”
He cut himself off after hearing you say his name. Weirdly, it send a strange
feeling down his chest, because he doesn’t recall you doing that before.
You looked up at him. “Were you…” You swallowed hard, because you didn’t know
how to come forth with it, but this would be a start. “Thinking of her.”
Momotarou seemed to be confused, until he started to realize who you meant.
“You mean Gou?”
A slow nod came from you, as you flinched at hearing her name from his lips.
That is an odd question. Why would you do that? Well it is true that it was no
secret to anyone that he supposedly liked her, but…
“Were you?” You asked again.
The redhead let his golden orbs observe you intently, until after a bit more
thinking he finally understood. Well, he thought he did, judging from your
upset face.
“You wouldn’t like it if I did..?” He asked indirectly, but, just to be sure.
You slowly shook your head, although your heart was pounding insanely. He must
think you’re weird for asking him such a thing.
Momotarou just huffed and gently took a hold of your shoulders. “I wasn’t.”
It gave you enough courage to make you look up at his face once again.
“I uh…wasn’t at all.” Because in all truth, “All I could think about was you.”
This made you blush madly as you reached up to clasp your hands over your
mouth, causing the male to feel quite shy about his admission.
“N- not that I’m some kind of pervert. I mean, I did think of you, but
yesterday you seemed so—“ He cut himself off. “I just want to say…” He felt
like he kept using the wrong words. And the look you were giving him made him
unsure of how to bring it. A pair of innocent eyes staring at him with
curiosity and intent.
“…S- Say something, please,” He asked as he called your name in a pleading
tone.
To be honest you didn’t know what to say…. But there was one thing on your
mind, so you decided to ask him anyway.
“Do you really think I stand out?”
Momotarou’s eyes widened at this question. Not sure because it was because he
didn’t expect you to actually ask him, or because he was wondering what your
motives were.
If he didn’t know any better…he would almost guess that you actually like h---
He cut off his thoughts, and opened his mouth and spoke up. “You do stand out.
You were, and still are, always trying so hard to not to be too…’present’. Yet
it was strange, considering how you would always look at me…” He admitted,
which made you blush furiously because you had not even the slightest idea that
Momotarou had noticed how you were always looking at him.
You felt like sinking into the ground, melting to a pulp of shame.
With a lowered head, you bowed in an apologizing manner then took a step
forward, but before you could even do as much as reaching out for the door
Momotarou quickly stopped you by pressing you against it, swirling you so your
back hit with a loud thud. It didn’t really hurt much, but the abrupt action
and the tight grasp he had on you made you look up at him with a nervous
feeling gnawing away in your gut.
“You weren’t going to leave are you?” Momotarou asked.
“Let me go…” You said softly, though you did not move in his hold.
“No.”
You looked up at him confused and a bit startled about how that single word
left his lips so quickly.
“…Do you like me?” He asked, because there was nothing else he could’ve
actually asked to be honest. Not given the situation affront.
However, even though he was quite calm about asking you, you on the other hand
gasped so loudly it echoed through the shower rooms you were in.
You didn’t answer him, but Momotarou thought that maybe, just maybe…it could be
possible.
He let go of one of your wrists to tilt up your chin, making you look up at
him.
Yet even though he did this, you didn’t move , and still did not answer. No way
you were going to admit this to him while the girl he was in love with wasn’t
you. Even after what happened, there was no way…
You closed your eyes, which earned a loud sigh from the male in front of you.
“You’re such a sweet girl,” He laughed to himself a bit. “Though even someone
like you can be stubborn. No need to hold back you know, it’s just me.”
You didn’t open your eyes but his words confused you.
“Right! It’s just me! Mikoshiba Momotarou. Technically, you know me for a long
time now, right? Ah, although things might not have gone the way they should
but…” He sighs and smiles, although you couldn’t see.
“Say…” He started again and called your name. “I guess…it’s alright if you do
not answer me. I guess I do not need that to like the girl who has been
watching me and whom I know for such a long time, right?”
You finally opened your eyes.
He smiled and let go of your other wrist as well, so that he could grab a hold
of your shoulders instead. He also moved in a bit closer.
“What about Gou…?” You softly asked.
“I…do not like her as much as I know you.” He replied. Strange, he had said the
exact same thing yesterday night.
“You keep me here…because you know me?” You decided to ask him the same
question as you did yesterday as well.
“No.” He said and for the first time, you think you’ve seen Momotarou looking
so very serious. “I keep you here with me because I like the girl…who stands
out. The girl who possibly likes me just as much as I think.”
You didn’t know what exactly you felt at that moment, but your heart was
beating so hard, you could hear it thundering inside your eardrums.
“Say…” He began again. “Is it okay?”
“H- Huh?” You looked at him confused, if not a bit startled because you hadn’t
recovered yet from what he just told you.
“Is it okay…?” He asked again.
“Is what okay--?” You cut yourself off because before you knew it Momotarou
hunched himself over you and gently thud his forehead with yours.
You didn’t bother to ask any more questions.
“Is it okay for me to kiss the girl who likes me?”
You slowly nodded, only just after realizing that it most likely was an
indirect question to confirm his thoughts, but it was far too late to object
now.
A pair of lips gently covered yours, and you must admit as soon as they
connected, you flinched and tensed up in surprise. After all, you’ve never done
this kind of thing before with anyone.
It made you wonder if this wasn’t going kind of fast, yet you also knew it was
far too late to be questioning yourself this , considering.
Eventually your thoughts shut down, as the redhead moved his mouth against you,
broke away, then repeated this a few times. It almost seemed as if he was
testing you, as these kisses were brief, chaste, and rather playful than
anything else, nor to mention you didn’t really know how to return them to him,
but he didn’t seem to mind.
After continuing for a bit, Momotarou stopped and spoke up, “H-Hold on to me.”
You were a bit confused, but he was patient. “Hold on to me, like you did
yesterday…”
It took you a while, but you got the hint when something wet and slippery
brushed your inner thigh, and it sent a small feeling of panic through your
brain.
“M-Momo—“
“Ah, sorry…”He noticed the panic in your voice. “You don’t have to if you do
not want to…” and he meant it. After all, his arousal only came back so easily
because of previous events, not to mention kissing a naked girl also helps a
lot.
You thought for a moment, but then shook your head slowly, and wrapped your
arms over his shoulders.
The male seemed happy about it, but was also a bit worried now. This only
confirmed his previous thoughts about your slight submissive behaviour. “Are
you really sure…?”
Silence was all that was heard from you, but still you gave him a nod. You were
about to give yourself to the boy you liked after all, and technically, you did
that yesterday night as well.
Momotarou smiled and lowered his arms.
You gasped when you felt his hands brush under your butt, underneath your
thighs, and gasped even louder when your legs were swiftly hoisted up. The male
settled you once again against the door, palms firmly squeezing your legs as he
held them high, spreading them in the progress as he got in between them. You
must admit, the movement was a bit clumsy afterwards, because he did it so fast
that you nearly toppled over, luckily you had held unto him tightly.
It was then when you actually stood still by the fact that Momotarou was more
than a head taller than you, not to mention his athletic build.
“I…I guess this is okay.” He seemed not so sure, but his tone indicated that he
was most likely trying to convince both you and himself. “Wrap your legs around
me.”
You looked at him and nodded, coiling your legs around his waist with his
supporting hands having a good hold on you. “L… Like this…?”
Momotarou nodded, and once he made sure that you were wrapped around him
properly, he let go with one hand as he reached in between you two, grabbing a
hold of his length in an attempt to stir it and bring his tip against your
femininity.
You had to shudder as it slightly tickled you.
The redhead thought this was a good idea--- or well, a decent one. After all,
it worked for you last time. He had made sure to grind himself good against
you, and it felt amazing to him. He guessed that this could possibly help you
relax beforehand as well.
The taller boy started to raise himself and then lower himself, making sure
that his head was rubbing unto and between your lower lips, and while doing
this he couldn’t help but to let out a few groans himself.
“How is this..?” He asked huskily, although he wasn’t sure if you were truly
feeling good from this at the moment. He just used his knowledge from
yesterday.
You didn’t reply but you hummed while your thighs squeezed firmly at their
position, your arms coiling and meeting at the back of his neck as you moved in
closer, making your breasts press against his bare chest.
Now Momotarou wasn’t really one of the most perceptive people, but he did
assume that you gave him an approval.
With that he decided to let go of his dick and instead of guiding it to rub
against you, he used the weight of his body to pin you between the cubicle door
and himself. From there on he rolled his hips against you, slowly, but firmly,
earning a sweet moan from you to enter his ears.
He could tell. Even with the shower running, he could tell that you were
getting just as excited as he was. The texture of the bare skin he was rubbing
upon was getting smoother and moister, by the second and the moans you were
giving him were slowly turning louder. He agreed with you though. Having the
two of you connect skin to skin with pretty much every single inch on your
bodies was a on a whole other level then just dry humping on a hot, sweaty
night.
Momotarou let out a low growl erupt from the depths of his throat and he closed
his eyes because he simply could not keep them open while the skin around his
length was being pulled and pushed back and forth onto you. It was simply too
much.
You were no different, as you were greeted yet again by the sweet knot of pain
tightening in your stomach, yet again caused by the boy whom you’ve loved for
years. If your head wasn’t clouded with pleasure at the moment, you would have
probably still not believed it.
With a plea, you rolled your head back against the door as you felt your body
rock with his movement, each thrust making your back slam with a loud sound.
Your heart was beating, your brain couldn’t stop to think about anything else
but how the redhead made you feel right now. You didn’t know whether you liked
that, or whether it was super scary how you tried to concentrate but the
feeling of wanting to burst wouldn’t leave no matter how much effort you put
into it. All that your ears were filled with were the sounds of skin smacking
onto skin, the banging of the door, the hard pants produced by the both of you.
Only then you realized that Momotarou’s rocks were rough, hasty, yet you could
feel that he was doing his best to not hurt you. Because his thrusts were brief
and felt like he was pulling his own breaks.
You parted your lips. “M-..Momota—“ Your bodies’ weight shifted and suddenly a
bang was heard as a sharp pain flashed through your spine. It took you a while
to realize, but when you were suddenly staring at the ceiling, you knew that
the two of you had fallen down. The force of Momotarou’s movement must have
caused the cubicle door to unlock and you lost balance.
Despite that though. Momotarou did not stop, but instead kept moving his hips
until he raised himself and settled each of his hands beside your head.
“Say…” He spoke, with a tone you never heard from him before. It was dark, low,
and vibrating with ragged breaths. “I…want to…”
It didn’t take you long to realize what he meant, and you just nodded in
approval. He smiled back at you. “I’ll go easy…” He said as he settled himself
at your pussy once more. Though this time he made his head wring it’s way
inside, until his tip ‘bumped’ against your entrance, causing you to flinch and
hold onto him tighter.
“S- sorry…” He muttered, but none the less he decided to continue as he was
pretty dead set onto his current goal. The redhead dared to move his hips,
using a bit more force, until he slowly felt himself being able to push
further, a moist and slick feeling starting to wrap him slowly.
“Ahh…” He had to admit, this was completely something else. His hand couldn’t
compare to this—heck nor just simply grinding against you could. While he was
slowly entering you, all Momotarou’s mind could connect was every single inch
on his dick that was being kissed and squeezed by your heat.
Even though he was enjoying himself, you were making just as much noise. Not
sure whether it was because you were being spread apart pretty abruptly, or
perhaps because at the same while the knot in your stomach was pulling together
even tighter.
“Oh…” Nor could you help to let particular noises escape you either.
“S..say…c- call me by my name again..” Momotarou managed to grunt out again.
You just whined in confusion, because your brain was in no state to even make
your mouth move more than you currently did.
In response to this the redhead wrapped his arms underneath your back, holding
you against him as he whispered the same question again. At the same moment he
slowly started pulling out and back in.
It hurt. It hurt you pretty bad, but none the less you didn’t dislike the kind
of pain that it was giving you. “Mo…mo…t..” You wanted to say his name
completely but you didn’t manage. You wanted to tell him it hurt to have your
insides stretched and stirred by him yet you didn’t dislike it at all.
Even though, the redheaded boy seemed to be pleased with and started to pick up
his pace slowly. Consistent and clear noises coming from the ways your bodies
were connected.
Loud moans and groans were picking up with time, and it was safe to state that
the two of you had completely forgotten your surroundings. So much, that you
didn’t notice that a certain roommate had never left this particular place.
Aiichirou swallowed two times before the prop in his throat finally went down
and dissolved.
‘I can’t believe they’re doing this here. Or more importantly, I can’t even
believe that I was actually right!’
Not only did this confirm Aiichirou ’s earlier assumptions about the two of
you. This gave him full visual evidence. Very, graphic, evidence. He knew he
should leave, but he was nervous that someone would come and find you two
doing…well, doing this.
When Aiichirou heard voices from the shower next to him, he knew that both you
and Momotarou were there, but he had left in the hope that the two of you would
soon enough follow, before anyone else would enter. So he chose to stay to keep
watch for you guys, but ended up having to stand by and see all of your
activities.
‘Momo…your shenanigans have no ends.’
Yet Aiichirou was sort of relieved too. At least the girl was not Gou. Though,
you did seem familiar to him.
‘It’s that quiet girl…she goes to Iwatobi too doesn’t she?’ He thought as he
remembered you being also present during one of the joint practices with
Iwatobi.
It was strange, seeing such a girl who was always withdrawn suddenly moan and
surrender to stuff like this…yet it was for that particular reason a turn on.
Somewhat.
Aiichirou did not want to admit, but he didn’t need to because his arousal
spoke for himself.
With a soft groan and a mutter, he reached into his pants and took hold of his
length, giving it a gentle squeeze while giving it a slight tug. Yes, that
certainly felt good because Aiichirou is not the type of male to do this kind
of thing consistently. However, despite that, he was still a man. The type of
man who kept secret magazines under his bed--- well now he did ever since Rin
had found them stacked upon a mess during the time they were still roommates.
The silver haired male let out a shaky breath as he could feel the skin around
his hardened length pull back and forth with his strokes.
Yes even though he doesn’t look it, even Aiichirou cannot easily withstand
things considered ‘sexy’ or arousing. Though he did feel guilty doing this kind
of thing while watching his roommate have sex with his (probably) girlfriend.
Heck, he didn’t even know the two were dating.
Although that Aiichirou felt guilty, he does not regret it. He hated to admit,
but luckily these thoughts belonged to himself.
‘For someone not saying much, she sure got a lot of voice in her.’ He thought
while he stroked harder. ‘No what am I thinking.’ He immediately felt ashamed
for that one thought in particular though. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from
closing his eyes and listening closely to the voices coming from inside.
Momotarou’s hasty grunts, versus your somewhat sophisticated moans. They
somehow made the right form of harmony and the silver haired boy could feel
himself getting closer to his climax.
The louder your voices became, the closer he felt himself getting. It was then
that Aiichirou could hear you practically yelling, your voice sounding crystal
clear throughout these surroundings.
…
Aiichirou opened his eyes, and only when he does that, he notices that he
messed up the clean shorts that he was wearing.
He raises his hand and examines it, muttering in annoyance with himself as he
watched his white, thick, sticky essence slowly drip down his hand…
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you all enjoyed it!
     I know the sex was somewhat hasty, but I tried to build it up as much
     as I could. But also, a part of it is their inexperience. Like, I
     think a good foreplay, is something of a more experienced thing, you
     know? I liked this because it’s kind of pure…and…rough in a way--- if
     that makes sense.
     Whatever comment or point of critique you have, feel free to post it.
     Also a SMALL note of myself: I get told that I sometimes use the
     wrong words when writing. I guess because English is not my first
     language, that I have a rather small vocabulary. Or well, not as
     expanded as some of you natives might have. So please excuse me if
     you feel that some things are written rather rockily. Don't hesitate
     to tell me where it is needed!
     Another side note: Wonder if it was okay to give the story this turn?
     Because after all it was about the Reader being in love with
     Momotarou, actually. Although, I hope the way I wrote this made up
     for it. Sort of. Tell me if you think otherwise.
     LAST NOTE: I think I am sure to add a part III. Not sure when, but I
     hope soon!
End Notes
     Mind you guys, I know nothing about Stag beetles actually. I looked
     things up a bit but egh, I just used this to be convenient for the
     story. So if you are like "wtf" stag beetles do not live there, you
     know now why.
     Also I know the reader is quite depicted as a bland ish girl, but I
     think the trick for myself to make it more interesting to type would
     be to have Momotarou with a character that is different from him.
     Someone not too stern and not too bright. Just so that he can be the
     one making the rough diamond shine to its full potential. If that
     makes sense.
     In any case to me a grumpy kind of person or an energetic person like
     himself, would be boring in my opinion.
     Besides, reader is not depicted as typically plain, shy, or
     completely innocent. Neither of you are if you clicked on this
     knowing it was a lemon. Hah.
     Also I know this wasn't exactly, like, a perfect love story or
     anything. But to be honest, in real life it doesn't always work that
     way either, so I guess it's fair...
     Also I see Momotarou as the type of guy who is flamboyant to anyone,
     but to someone he feels special about he would be more shy I think. I
     don't know though, I can merely assume and put my feel into this
     pronz. lol.
     Anyway aside from that, I leave the opinions to you. Thanks for
     reading.
     * Also note how I do not use Japanese honourifics in my story. I
     would, but it sounds odd to me whenever i type it lol thought
     personally I have nothing against reading it. It just works that way
     for me is all.
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