Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ House ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura is not mine and never will be.

Warning: This is my first fic and an obscene lemon (meaning scenes of a sexual nature, so if you find such content offensive or you’re generally not ‘into’ that kind of thing, click the ‘back’ button and do not read the story).

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“Oniichan, I can take care of the house and myself, I’m not a child anymore. I am seventeen, you know!” Sakura whined into the handset she had pressed against her ear. This had been the eighth time he’s called in the past hour, and it was getting rather annoying.

“Even so, while otousan’s away in Americayou’re still my responsibility. If anything’s wrong, I’ll be right over.”

“You’re supposed to be on a date with Yukito-kun, but you’re spending the whole time worrying and calling home! How does he feel about that?”

“He doesn’t mind. In fact, he thinks it’s a good idea for me to…” He stopped talking as he heard Sakura give out a sudden loud yelp “Sakura! What just happened?”

“N-nothing…I just tripped on the carpet. You don’t have to worry about a thing, everything is fine.”

Little did Toya know, his younger sister was sitting down on the lap of a certain amber eyed Chinese boy, wearing nothing say for her panties and a pair of socks. Syaoran Li himself was clad only in an article of clothing known as boxer shorts, while his tongue currently ringed around the girl’s hardened buds as he suckled her breasts like a baby.

“Sakura, is there someone in the house with you?”

“Uhhh…” The redness of her cheeks almost made her glow “Kero-chan’s in the house. He’s downstairs watching a police comedy slash cooking show.”

Syaoran flicked her bud with his tongue, then moved on to her other side. Sakura bit her lower lip, trying so hard not to throw her head back and cry out to the heavens.

“Other than that floating yellow bean bag, I mean more specifically Daidouji or… HIM.” There was an incredible amount of coldness and hatred put into his last word. “Remember what I said… HE is forbidden to step foot in or anywhere near our house.”

He just wouldn’t forget about it. Toya has yet to reek his bloody vengeance on Syaoran since he came home one night a few weeks ago to discover the Chinese gaki doing the naked pretzel with his sister on the kitchen table. If Yukito wasn’t there to hold him back, Toya would have never allowed Syaoran to make it out of the house alive. That same night Toya immediately went out to buy a new table and had the old one burnt to ashes.

“N-no, oniichan… he’s not here.”

Syaoran raised his head up so it was level with hers, and grinned. He kissed Sakura’s chin, then dropped back down to her chest.

“You’re not lying to me, are you kaijuu? Because if he is…”

“NO!” She shot back with unintentional loudness. Syaoran had just blown onto her wet nipple “There is no one else here other than Kero-chan, so stop calling me and start having fun with Yukito-kun.”

She hit the disconnect button and dropped the phone to the floor. She pulled Syaoran’s head up from her chest and forced her tongue into his gaping mouth.

“Ooh, you are such a liar, Cherry Blossom.” Syaoran teased after the kiss broke, several minutes later.

“Would you’ve preferred me to tell the truth, Little Wolf?”

Syaoran thought it over for a second, when a sudden flashing image of Toya smashing the door down and ripping him to pieces popped into his head. That vision caused him to shiver in horror.

“Honesty is the best policy my arse.”

Syaoran twisted his upper body and lowered Sakura onto the bed, laying her down with her head resting on the soft velvet pillows. In a swift movement, he had also managed to slip off her panties in the process. Syaoran’s hands hooked under her knees, spreading her legs and pushed them up near her chest. Once he got a good view of her entrance, he dove in and covered it with his mouth.

The instant he came into contact with her, she just couldn’t hold back a long moan. The feeling of his tongue inside of her was just too amazing. Sakura placed her hands around the back of his neck, her fingers entwined for a firm hold. They slid up to the back of his head and she began to pull in as an attempt to get him in deeper.

“S-Syaora…ahh…”

While Syaoran lapped up the juices from her opening, all he could hear was Sakura’s panting and moaning. He felt the pressure on the back of his head as Sakura started to pull him in, so he reached up with his right hand and grabbed hold of her left breast. A few gentle squeezes and nipple rubs made Sakura’s fingers grip Syaoran’s hair in retaliation .

Giving a low growl, Syaoran’s right hand ceased it’s playful actions on Sakura’s breast, slid down her body and joined in the action with his tongue. He pumped two fingers in and out rapidly, causing Sakura to lose her grip on his hair and cry out uncontrollably.

“Syaoran-kun, Syaoran-kun, Syaoran-kun!!”

Syaoran kept pumping and licking, loving the way she cried out his name over and over. Within time he could feel her tightening, and that’s when he came up with another idea. Altogether Syaoran stopped pumping his fingers and circling his tongue.

“Ah…wha…”

Sakura began to slowly calm down, as she could no longer feel him moving around inside of her. She looked down in both wonder and annoyance, panting heavily, whilst glancing curiously into Syaoran’s burning amber eyes.

“Syaoran-kun…why did you stop?”

Only giving an unusual grin in reply, Syaoran’s tongue withdrew from her opening, circled a few times around the outside and trailed up across her abdomen. He took a quick detour over her breasts, circling her hard erect nipples before reaching up to her collarbone. Syaoran lifted his head and hovered beside her ear.

“Turn over for a second, Sakura.”

She looked curiously up into his eyes, unsure of what he was thinking. It didn’t take her too long to figure it out though, as she suddenly felt one his fingers poke into her anus. Her eyes widened, and Syaoran’s grin stretched wider.

“Oh…Uh…” She was hesitant at first, unsure of how this would feel. But then again, it’s always good to try out new things. Plus, Syaoran always new how to make such things feel great.

“Okay, Syaoran-kun.” She agreed in almost a whisper, but he managed to hear her perfectly.

Syaoran slid back a bit, freeing himself from his restricting green boxers whilst Sakura turned over and raised herself onto all fours. She shifted her position to where she felt most comfortable, then braced herself as soon as she felt Syaoran’s hands land on her buttocks. Sakura gave out a loud high-pitched shriek as Syaoran slipped his member into her arse.

She held her breath and her fingers gripped the sheets so very tightly as he moved in further and further. Once he had gone as far as he could, Syaoran began to move his hips with long and powerful thrusts. This new feeling she was originally worried about…it was wonderful…

“Ah…Sy-ao…Sy-ao…please 230;faster…”

Syaoran began to pick up speed and Sakura’s moans grew louder and louder. The bed started to shake rapidly like a maraca, and even various objects on the shelves around the room began to slightly tremble.

“Sakuraaaaa…”

Minutes had past and the speed of Syaoran’s thrusts began to decrease. Sakura’s pleasurable screams began to die down along with it. This doesn’t mean that Syaoran had finished, though. He leant forward over Sakura, hooked his arms under her stomach and pulled her up so her back rested against his chest. Syaoran leant backwards slightly and continued thrusting upwards.

Sakura’s squeals of pleasure picked up quickly as Syaoran’s hard thrusting sent her bouncing up and down like a rubber ball. Sakura reached her arms back, placed her hands on Syaoran’s thighs and dug her nails into his legs. This only caused Syaoran to pump in faster, making the bed and half of the other furniture in the room quake violently.

“SYAORAN-KUUUUNNN!” Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs as he finally released into her arse.

They almost collapsed backwards, but Syaoran quickly threw his right arm back to support them. They spent the next few moments in that position, breathing slowly and deeply. He trailed his tongue across her shoulder, along her neck and stopped at her cheek. Syaoran pushed himself forward and carefully let Sakura back down, but feeling to tired to support herself she dropped face down onto the soft pillows.

“Are you okay, Sakura?”

Syaoran hovered closely, his warm breath tickling her ear. Sakura slowly turned her head on the pillow, facing to the right. She looked up to him, the heat in her cheeks at an all time high.

“We’ve never done that before.” she replied hoarsely with an amazing smile on her face “We should do it again, sometime.”

“Gladly.” Syaoran smiled in return. “I love you so much, Sakura.”

“I love you too, Syaoran.”

When Sakura felt him leave her rear entrance, she wearily rolled onto her back and hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His arms where placed on either side of Sakura, giving him the support he needed so his weight wouldn’t crush her while they tongue wrestled.

Outside, a silver car pulled up into the driveway. The occupants of the vehicle stepped out and made their way up to the house entrance. However, Sakura and Syaoran failed to notice this.

They broke apart from their kiss. Syaoran just leant back and watched as Sakura’s legs opened wider as she drew them up the bed, with a big smile on her angelic face. That along with the mischievous look in her eyes told Syaoran that she wanted him inside right now. Not wanting to wait any longer himself, he pulled her into a tight embrace and slipped into her opening.

The faint sound of keys rattling in the lock was followed by a creak from the opening door. Soft footsteps circled around the downstairs rooms along with a couple of muffled voices.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he automatically began to increase the speed of his thrusts. The headboard banged against the wall, yet it’s sounds were drowned out by the moans and groans of the two teenagers.

The murmurs from downstairs ceased.

He was pumping harder and faster, putting all of his remaining energy into this moment. Their pleasurable moans grew louder and louder.

Slow thumping emitted from each step on the hallway’s stairwell. The footsteps became louder as they got closer, yet still remained unnoticed to the couple doing the wild thing.

Sakura’s nails dug into his back. Syaoran’s arms wrapped tighter around her. Her face buried deeper into his chest. They’re so close…

The footsteps ceased just outside the door, and the doorknob twisted swiftly to the right.

“SYAORAN-KUN!!”

“SAKURA!!”

With screams so loud that someone sitting on top of Fujicould hear them, they both climaxed.

The door swung wide open.

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And that is that. Please let me know what you think.