Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Needs of the Few: A Collection of Short Lemons ❯ Drenched ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: HondoOokami 
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.15.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 829 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.15.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 829 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura is not mine and never will be, and I do not make any money from this.
Needs of the Few
Warning: 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).
A/N: From now on, all the CCS oneshot lemons will go in here. Content and pairings will vary.
Story 1: Drenched
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The rainstorm raging outside was horrendous. It hit the town without warning and kept going on even an hour afterwards. Rain water battered the house like a war drum and the wind howled like an angry wolf.
“... Damn it, it’s still pouring it down outside.”
Syaoran sighed with frustration. As a young kid, he loved to play in the rain. Now, it’s more of a hindrance. Important stuff when studying for the upcoming school exams, he has to get a lot of sleep to maintain his energy and allow the information to sink in, but bad weather making a racket outside made sleep difficult.
He lay back on his bed and crossed his arms behind his head.
“... I wonder if any of the others are having trouble sleeping in this?”
The others would be his mother and four elder sisters, whom he lived with in this two-storey, five-bedroom house, and his next door neighbour slash best friend, Sakura Kinomoto. Though she was a capable girl and able to look after herself, she's quite a meek and spacey character. Still, he figured such storms would more than likely have her frightened more than anyone else.
He mainly thought that because, for years now, she’d always come tapping at his window in the middle of the night and ask if she could sleep in his bed due to nightmares of 'dark creatures'. They'd done this since they were eight years old, and even now he could never say no to her.
Both being sixteen, he really should learn to.
As of the recent year, she’d always be in a chalk white babydoll nightdress, a skimpy one at that, and her hair would still be in the same state as she’d wear it during the day. Mixed in with her usually far-away jade eyes, she was cuter than a kitten playing with a ball of string.
And having her in the bed with him made him feel things he knew he really shouldn’t be feeling. She was his friend therefore untouchable, on the belief that that was all she'd ever want to be with him, but her warm body curled up against his back drove his imagination wild. Even more so when he would bravely turn and spoon up with her, which always went with welcome.
Syaoran looked to his bedroom window. Sakura's room was parallel to his, their windows almost linking together say for a three-foot gap between the houses. A lower down roof almost acted as a bridge between, which she used to gain access.
The rain was heavy, and more than likely that meant the roof would be dangerous to walk across. In these cases, there was a detour that had to be taken. He'd have to get up and sneak out the back door in his raincoat to get to her house, and from there she'd be waiting for him in a coat of her own to be led back to his room.
Though they could have actually stayed at her house and in her room, there was the issue of her older brother. Too risky...
Arising from his bed, Syaoran went downstairs with a lazy gait. His nightwear consisted of a baggy blue V neck shirt and chequered bottoms that were so long they almost doubled as socks. He switched on one light in the hall and went to fetch his coat from under the stairs.
Before he got to the rack, his ears picked up a rap on the patio doors. Confused, he walked through to the lounge where they were, and stopped at the curtains covering the way out. Smacks of rain hit the glass beyond, but the rap was something heavier than water.
He opened the curtains.
“...Sakura!?”
His curiosity faded and his expression changed into a shocked raise of eyebrows. The young girl was there on the other side of the glass, in the same night attire she’d always wear, except she was soaking wet. Streaks of water run down her cheeks, arms and legs, and droplets fell from the dripping wet fringe now darkened from its usual auburn highlight.
Flicking the latch and yanking the door open, he exclaimed. “What the Hell are you up to? You’re totally drenched!”
Not giving her a moment to stand and answer, he hurried her inside from the chilly outdoors which would seem a lot worse to a girl soaked with water. He closed the door behind and circled around her, as she stood with a vacant look that matched her unanimated nature.
“Why are you soaking wet?”
Such a short girl for her age to tally just over five foot, but remain in full proportion, her head raised up to look at him. She tilted her head a little to the side, and answered in a calm voice. There was also a slight hint of sadness.
“I wanted to go for a walk outside.”
“Outside, in this weather?” He asked incredulously. “And dressed like that?”
Her nightdress was heavy with water. It hugged her little body like a second layer of skin, outlining her entire figure with all of its sexy curves and enticing lumps.
He did his best not to stare at her chest. Through it, her finely shaped and soft-looking breasts and nipples were visible. She was wearing white knickers, which were also visible, with a little blue bow on the front waistband.
“I didn’t go far. All I needed was some air.”
“Now, what you really need is a hot bath,” He took her limp hand from her side and led her towards the downstairs bathroom. If she resisted, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Luckily, she didn’t. “You’ll catch a bad cold if you go around all wet like that. Afterwards, you can borrow some of my clothes until yours are dry. So, hurry up and get inside.”
Although he lived with four girls not too far off her age, who would lend Sakura some clothes if she needed them in a heartbeat, he didn't want to take a chance in waking any of them up. Never would he hear the end of it if they discovered him with Sakura, a girl they had a peculiar obsession with due to her cute appearance and nature, in this state.
He stopped at the door and went to hush her inside, but she caught the sleeve of his shirt. He didn’t move an inch as she stared up at him with her wet eyes, and so very close to the near naked body.
“Come... take a bath with me.”
She sounded very calm about it. Syaoran's body suddenly overcome with shakes, and he looked back down with wider eyes.
“T-together? Us? Sakura, you know we shouldn’t...”
“I-I know, but... we have been friends for so long... since we were children... so, I trust you more than anyone...” Her tone of voice may not have had it, but her eyes were pleading. “Please. I’d rather not be alone.”
Syaoran felt a blush across his face.
“... Um, okay, if that’s what you want, Sakura,” He patted her head. “I’ll be in with you soon. I’ll wash your back for you, okay?”
“Thank you,” There was a glimmer in her eyes. What was she up to?
Anyway, he had just prayed to the Gods that his ‘little buddy’ would behave itself once he got in there with her...
Once the bath had filled up, Syaoran walked into the bathroom. Steam rose from the hot water in the tub, filling the room with a clear, warm mist. He still wore his pyjamas, whereas Sakura was in naught but her knickers.
She had her back to him, arms across her chest like she was shivering from the cold. Syaoran bit back any sounds of excitement he might make, as he looked at her backside.
She had a perfectly rounded pair of peaches, given sight through the wet, tightly clad knickers. They were even riding up the crack of her buttocks, but she didn’t take any action to sort any of it out which could have meant they weren’t providing her with any discomfort.
“Sakura, are you sure you wouldn't like some privacy? I mean, I'll only be next door in the living room, so if there's any trouble...”
“Stay,” She squeaked, looking back over her shoulder with eyes gleaming with such innocence and fear.
Syaoran couldn't object any longer. He was familiar in the way she acted after she had a particularly horrible nightmare, and this was one of those reactions. In these times, he'd stay with her until she'd calm.
“Okay, if that's what you want,” He responded softly. “Seat?”
There was a bath stool under the sink, which he placed next to the tub on the mat. She sat down mutely and let him run a lukewarm flannel down her back.
He slid the soap across her shoulders, placed it down, and rubbed the rest in himself. Over her shoulders, down the side of her arms, down her spine to her lower back... she seemed to shiver even more. Her head hung forward and her eyes were closed, and both her hands were balled into loose fists and together knuckle to knuckle in front of her chest.
“Are you cold? Is the water not good for you?”
He asked a few times, softly.
“It’s okay,” She kept replying. Her cheeks were glowing.
To wash away the soap, he cupped some water in his hands and poured it down her back. Some splashed on him, but it wasn’t a bother at all.
“Your back’s all cleaned up. Are you warmed up?”
“Not yet.”
Sakura shook herself and her head side to side. Water droplets flung everywhere.
“Okay then, you should hop in the bath now,” He stuck his hand into the water and splashed it a bit.
Either he didn’t notice or he refused to look in that direction out of decency, Sakura faced towards him after she stood up. She hunched forward to remove her wet knickers, and left them lying on the floor.
“You haven’t done cleaning me, yet.”
Her voice was still the same, even after what she had then started to imply. She sat back on the rim of the tub; thighs open at her shoulder width, and lowered her hand between her legs.
Syaoran’s eyes nervously widened. She was making sure he was watching her.
“You need to wash me here, too.”
Two of her fingers fanned, and she opened herself up to him. Her cheeks were now more vermillion than before. To show her small tunnel of pink flesh to Syaoran was a courageous thing for her to work up.
“S-Sakura...”
Syaoran nervously took one slow step back towards the door. His right hand shot down to his crotch, where his ‘little buddy’ had reacted to her display.
“M-my nightmares,” She started to say, softly. Her eyes sadly downcast. “They've all been the same for months now, and... and... every time... I'm left alone. Always left alone. Father, brother... all gone... a-and even you....”
She reached both her hands out for him, and tears streaked down her cheeks as she looked up.
“I don’t want to be alone. I want us to make love... so we’ll be together forever. So you won't go away. I know you may already have feelings for someone else, but... but...”
The step he took back retraced to the original spot, and he smiled with a blush. As he stood, he was still even taller than her. He cupped her cheek and brought her face into his stomach.
“... All right, you don’t have to cry anymore, Sakura.”
He knelt down quietly to her level, and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth was soft, and warm.
Her eyes were still open, halfway as if she were dazed, and tears still kept rolling from the corner of her eyes. He cupped both her cheeks with his palms, and slipped his tongue into her mouth through the partial gap she made after they broke for a seconds resupply of air.
He wasn’t an experienced kisser himself, but he thought the idea of mingling his tongue with hers would be something special. It was, and it made the kiss all the more sensational.
“... Syaoran...”
They broke apart, with a thin string of saliva dripping from their lips.
“I’m going to stay with you, Sakura.”
He kissed her neck, and then her shoulder. Slowly, he moved down to her most precious area and set his hands on either side, on the inside of her thighs. He was but a breath away, and just as she trembled the moments his breath brushed her sensitive flesh he took in her scent.
“Make love to me,” She whispered, and lightly bit her lip.
“I will,” He used his thumbs to gently open her up, and he inched towards her entrance. At first, he just wanted to see her. But now, after the intoxicating musk drew him in, he wanted to taste her.
The first little lick made her flesh quiver, and it secreted a moist and stronger scented fluid.
“You... are licking...?”
She asked, hazy like a strong drug had gotten to her. She did want him to touch her there, but she didn't know it was okay to do it with anything other than a hand.
Syaoran went in for another lick, this time taking longer to stroke upwards and using more of the surface area than just the tip. Her fluids clung to his tongue, and bathed his taste buds with a marvellous flavour that was far greater than the scent. He couldn’t help but go in again, and again, and again.
“Uwahhh...” She trembled and leant back, with her hands behind her. “It’s dirty down there... that’s where...”
The sixteen year old sounded more like a whining child.
He turned his head to the side, and nibbled on her labia. It was a very soft and tender piece of flesh, as well as very sensitive for her. Not as much as her clitoris, which rung a howl out of her the moment he turned his lips on it.
“Down there... it’s where my... pee comes from...”
Syaoran’s mouth seemed to suck harder than what he was trying, and his lips made smacking noises with all the fluids pouring over them. The line he crossed to push her towards her first orgasm came one he lightly bit down on her solid pebble and her hips had a sudden violent spasm forward into his face.
“Ahaaa!”
She cried up into the air, and her body released. All of her fluids poured into his mouth, and some even dripped down his chin. So much went down his throat, he had to move back to swallow it. And it was good luck he moved then, because not long after she had started to...
“Yaa... Syaoran, I’m so sorry...”
Her bladder had given way, and she started to pee. It hit his shirt, and the stain it made grew until she had finished. Her first release must have really hit her hard.
“No need to worry, I was going to get this shirt off anyways,” Syaoran smiled nonetheless, and tugged the shirt up. He pulled it off and discarded it onto the floor.
Sakura had turned, and got into the water in the bath. She stood up, and placed her hands on the tiled wall. More water dripped from her finely shaped body, as she slowly stuck out her rear.
“Will we do it... now?”
“Yes,” Syaoran removed his pyjama bottoms. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so that was the last article before he was completely naked.
Sakura’s body trembled a little more, and her lower lip wobbled. She’s never seen a penis before, and an erect one seemed a little frightening to her especially one of Syaoran’s size. It didn’t look like it could fit inside of her, it was so big.
He stepped into the water, and stood upright behind her. She looked back over her shoulder, timidly, but didn’t make eye contact with him. She was just as nervous as he for their first time, maybe even a little more. She had every right to be, what with the large shaft about to enter her body.
This was a bit awkward, because she was so small and slender. Standing together, the top of her head was level with his pectorals.
Syaoran slowly crouched down.
“I’m... going to go in.”
She nodded.
He placed his hands up by hers, and intertwined their fingers. He slid his erection between her damp thighs, just running the head and the long shaft along the crack between her labias. Once he’d pulled back into position, he pushed and twisted upwards to fit inside of her.
Her upper body pushed forward against the tiles, and her flat chest squashed into the wall. She cried up into the air and more tears fell from her eyes after a sharp pain stung her lower region, which was different to the pain brought upon her from his entrance. His wide erection was stretching her insides to fit inside.
They never noticed the blood, because of all the water splashed on their bodies. It dripped and tapped into the water, both from the original source and from the streaks or crimson slowly running down the underside of his penis.
Syaoran had to move one hand done to her hip, to help make it inside. She was very tight, and it was a real struggle to get in all the while trying not to put her through a lot of pain in the process.
Her breasts squashed against the wall and her hardened nipples scraped along the tiles as her feet started to rise up from the water, and her skin drew a squeak from the wet skin against ceramic rub. His penis had gone in all the way, bumped her cervix, and his legs started to straighten up.
With both hands on her buttocks, he brought her lower body away from the wall as her upper half remained pressed against it. Syaoran closed his eyes and waited for a moment, more to savour the tremendous feeling of her warm tunnel tightly wrapped completely around his erection. Very gently, he rocked his hips to start up a little movement.
The first few rocks were fine, because they started out easy. Once he had built up a rhythm, he had added a bit more of a longer, slower, upward thrust.
“Syaoran... I can’t... I can’t stand up anymore...”
Her knees had started to buckle inwards already, and to avoid any accidents it was up to Syaoran to quickly think up of a way to continue on without her collapsing. Quick thinking not usually his thing, he had actually managed to come up with a decent way to keep going.
Sakura’s body was so lithe and light, he could easily lift up her legs and suspend her with his hands. In a swift movement, he slid both hands underneath her thighs and swept her legs up into the air.
Now in this position, both her hands fell away from the wall and dropped limply between her spread legs, down to where she was being penetrated. Her small head fell back against his shoulder, and she glanced up to him with a glazed look in her eyes as she panted.
“This feels... so good, Syaoran...”
All the pain had ebbed away and she could feel nothing but his heated manhood stimulating the whole inside of her precious area. In his eyes, it was obvious he felt the same way.
“This is amazing,” Syaoran gave a little grunt with one of his thrusts, and lowered his lips down to hers.
In order for this kiss to work, she had to twist her torso a bit. It was immediately a passionate kiss with tongues, which continued on for a whole three tantalising minutes.
There was more drool on parting, and in her state of a half turned upper body she managed to mould quite perfectly into his chest.
“My breasts... the tips are tingling...”
She whined to him and placed her hands over her own breasts. They felt very hot, and her nipples were very hard. Just to find out what it would feel like, she started to lightly twist and rub her buds.
The tingling feeling doubled over.
“You’re enjoying this very much, aren’t you?”
It was more of a statement than a question, which he whispered hoarsely the moment his hips had put a lot more power into the movement.
“Yeah... It feels so good...”
She cried like she was in long suffering pain. Her short arms reached back and hooked around his neck, and she cried again as a fire started up at the pit of her stomach.
“More please... more!”
Syaoran was giving it everything. Their hot, sweaty bodies stuck together and created so much more heat in the room all the mirrors and windows steamed up more than the water on its own did. He felt like he was at his peak, and he hit it at the exact same time she did.
Her vaginal walls shrunk and squeezed him, just as he released up inside of her. There was far too much for her womb to handle, so a third of his release leaked and splashed down into the bath water at their feet.
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Twenty minutes had passed since then, and the couple sat in the bath together. Syaoran at the back and Sakura sitting right in front of him with her back leaning against him, they were as happy as can be.
“It’s warm,” Sakura pleasantly sighed, holding both her hands to her chest.
“You think so? I actually think this water is getting kinda cold.”
“No, not the water,” She corrected him. “You’re sperm, which you released inside of me. It’s warm and tingly inside.”
“Oh,” Syaoran scratched the back of his neck. “I thought you were talking about... oh, never mind.”
Sakura looked back, then turned her head forward again and smiled with a blush to adorn her cheeks. Her eyes had their glimmer again. She took both his arms off the side, and brought them around herself.
“Syaoran... squeeze me, please,” She started to giggle.
Throughout their long years as friends, she would often want a hug from Syaoran. Sakura would start, always, by walking into him and saying 'squeeze me' in a rather melancholic tone. No particular reason had been behind it, but it stuck.
He was sure to give her a very nice, very caring squeeze with his arms. He kept her against his body, and he started to kiss into her neck. She hummed, loving it just as much as he.
“I’m glad I’ve found this other side of you.”
“Other side?” She asked in a whisper.
“Yeah,” he talked in between each kiss. “Normally you’re so quiet and far away, but this side of you, you’re very happy, warm and talkative. I’m glad to have found it.”
Sakura smiled a little smile, and looked so shy in the way she downcast her eyes.
“But... now... I guess that means we aren't going to be friends anymore...”
He paused, lips hovering over her jugular.
“Aren't we?”
“No...”
Syaoran’s kisses started again and turned into licks, which he trailed up to her earlobe. After a rough little nibble, he gave a little whisper. “So, I've lost a friend. My very best friend. But, what I have gained instead...”
“...Is a lover,” Sakura finished his sentence in a hushed whisper.
His hand slipped underneath her legs, and he swivelled her around to a bridal style position in the tub. He stood up, carrying her along with him. Heavy amounts of water fell from their bodies, and tides fell out of the bath as they stepped out.
Sure that his family were asleep, he carried her up to his room and closed the door.
“You’re going to have to get used to me, Sakura,” Syaoran carried her through to his bed, leaving a trail of wet footprints across the carpet. “Because you're now mine, I'm going to be quite possessive of you.”
Smiling at the idea of that, Sakura leant her head against his shoulder as he lowered her to the bed. They were both soaking wet, but who really cares?
“Is it still raining?”
He looked up at the window, and yes it was still raining. Eleven o’clock at night, and it was still raining cats and dogs.
“Yeah, it is. And I can’t sleep when it’s raining too heavy outside.”
“Me neither,” She drew him into the bed, with her arms around his neck. “So, I guess we have no other choice than to do something together until we can get to sleep, won’t we?”
He didn’t say anything, because his grin was more than enough to state his agreement. With a little kiss to her nose, he shuffled into the bed and rolled on top of her small wet body, keeping up his weight with his elbows. The sheets were quickly staining with bath water, and sticking to their bodies.
Syaoran trained his lips on hers, and initiated another French kiss. Sakura arched her back so she could press her chest against his, and let him feel her erect buds on his damp skin.
He moved a hand to her back, just to keep her body arched. He kept his tongue out after the kiss ended, and trailed his tip down to her chest. So badly, he wanted to take the nipples he felt against his skin into his mouth and suckle them like a baby.
“Uh... Wait, Syaoran...” She hesitantly groaned, and put a hand to the side of his head. “My chest... it isn’t very big...”
In proportion to her size, her b-cup breasts were cute and sexy. Although she didn't think so, he certainly did.
“Don't talk nonsense,” He brushed away her hand, and continued with his little tour. “Your chest is just perfect.”
The first contact was a nip, and that made her yelp. Second was another nip, only harder and at another angle. The third was more lenient, as he lightly lapped at the hard bud with his tongue. The fourth was a full, very forceful and very long suck. His mouth covered a large portion of the breast, and the suction of his lips allowed him to tug and pull it to various directions.
Mixing all four of these together again, he moved back and forth between the pair until he made each area bright red. The colour matched her cheeks perfectly.
“In future, please don’t so rough,” She asked, wincing a little.
“I can’t promise you that, I’m afraid,” He kissed her chin, and stroked her wet auburn hair.
“You’re so mean,” She jested, and stuck out her tongue.
Before her tongue could go back, he found the opportunity to dive in and give her some of his. The extra kiss did catch her off guard, but seconds after twisting beneath him her arms hooked under his armpits.
The second surprise to really catch her off guard was his fully erect penis, which had plenty of energy left over from their first round. The head pushed inside her once again, rubbing the pink flesh on entry.
This time, even though it had to go through the same routine of moving through a very tight, warm tunnel, it wasn’t as painful for Sakura.
Their kiss continued throughout, breaking only for precious air as the larger boy thrust in and out of his lover with slow, sensual movements, until the moment her vaginal wall once again shrink wrapped around his shaft. Warmth spilled into her womb, and what couldn’t stay inside unfortunately leaked out at their joining.
Syaoran held Sakura's small head in his hands, and kept his lips pressed against her forehead.
“Mmm... I don’t know about you,” He whispered, looking back at the window. Rain was still hammering against it. “But I reckon the weather is not going to clean up tonight. I think we may have to go again a couple of more times.”
“That would be the best thing to do,” She smiled. It was amazing how many times he had seen glimmers of happiness in the jade eyes which usually held far away glances. “Perhaps we can search for some new positions to adopt together?”
Syaoran smiled.
“Let’s get working on them, then.”
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That's one. Other oneshots will follow, varying in content and themes.
Needs of the Few
Warning: 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).
A/N: From now on, all the CCS oneshot lemons will go in here. Content and pairings will vary.
Story 1: Drenched
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The rainstorm raging outside was horrendous. It hit the town without warning and kept going on even an hour afterwards. Rain water battered the house like a war drum and the wind howled like an angry wolf.
“... Damn it, it’s still pouring it down outside.”
Syaoran sighed with frustration. As a young kid, he loved to play in the rain. Now, it’s more of a hindrance. Important stuff when studying for the upcoming school exams, he has to get a lot of sleep to maintain his energy and allow the information to sink in, but bad weather making a racket outside made sleep difficult.
He lay back on his bed and crossed his arms behind his head.
“... I wonder if any of the others are having trouble sleeping in this?”
The others would be his mother and four elder sisters, whom he lived with in this two-storey, five-bedroom house, and his next door neighbour slash best friend, Sakura Kinomoto. Though she was a capable girl and able to look after herself, she's quite a meek and spacey character. Still, he figured such storms would more than likely have her frightened more than anyone else.
He mainly thought that because, for years now, she’d always come tapping at his window in the middle of the night and ask if she could sleep in his bed due to nightmares of 'dark creatures'. They'd done this since they were eight years old, and even now he could never say no to her.
Both being sixteen, he really should learn to.
As of the recent year, she’d always be in a chalk white babydoll nightdress, a skimpy one at that, and her hair would still be in the same state as she’d wear it during the day. Mixed in with her usually far-away jade eyes, she was cuter than a kitten playing with a ball of string.
And having her in the bed with him made him feel things he knew he really shouldn’t be feeling. She was his friend therefore untouchable, on the belief that that was all she'd ever want to be with him, but her warm body curled up against his back drove his imagination wild. Even more so when he would bravely turn and spoon up with her, which always went with welcome.
Syaoran looked to his bedroom window. Sakura's room was parallel to his, their windows almost linking together say for a three-foot gap between the houses. A lower down roof almost acted as a bridge between, which she used to gain access.
The rain was heavy, and more than likely that meant the roof would be dangerous to walk across. In these cases, there was a detour that had to be taken. He'd have to get up and sneak out the back door in his raincoat to get to her house, and from there she'd be waiting for him in a coat of her own to be led back to his room.
Though they could have actually stayed at her house and in her room, there was the issue of her older brother. Too risky...
Arising from his bed, Syaoran went downstairs with a lazy gait. His nightwear consisted of a baggy blue V neck shirt and chequered bottoms that were so long they almost doubled as socks. He switched on one light in the hall and went to fetch his coat from under the stairs.
Before he got to the rack, his ears picked up a rap on the patio doors. Confused, he walked through to the lounge where they were, and stopped at the curtains covering the way out. Smacks of rain hit the glass beyond, but the rap was something heavier than water.
He opened the curtains.
“...Sakura!?”
His curiosity faded and his expression changed into a shocked raise of eyebrows. The young girl was there on the other side of the glass, in the same night attire she’d always wear, except she was soaking wet. Streaks of water run down her cheeks, arms and legs, and droplets fell from the dripping wet fringe now darkened from its usual auburn highlight.
Flicking the latch and yanking the door open, he exclaimed. “What the Hell are you up to? You’re totally drenched!”
Not giving her a moment to stand and answer, he hurried her inside from the chilly outdoors which would seem a lot worse to a girl soaked with water. He closed the door behind and circled around her, as she stood with a vacant look that matched her unanimated nature.
“Why are you soaking wet?”
Such a short girl for her age to tally just over five foot, but remain in full proportion, her head raised up to look at him. She tilted her head a little to the side, and answered in a calm voice. There was also a slight hint of sadness.
“I wanted to go for a walk outside.”
“Outside, in this weather?” He asked incredulously. “And dressed like that?”
Her nightdress was heavy with water. It hugged her little body like a second layer of skin, outlining her entire figure with all of its sexy curves and enticing lumps.
He did his best not to stare at her chest. Through it, her finely shaped and soft-looking breasts and nipples were visible. She was wearing white knickers, which were also visible, with a little blue bow on the front waistband.
“I didn’t go far. All I needed was some air.”
“Now, what you really need is a hot bath,” He took her limp hand from her side and led her towards the downstairs bathroom. If she resisted, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Luckily, she didn’t. “You’ll catch a bad cold if you go around all wet like that. Afterwards, you can borrow some of my clothes until yours are dry. So, hurry up and get inside.”
Although he lived with four girls not too far off her age, who would lend Sakura some clothes if she needed them in a heartbeat, he didn't want to take a chance in waking any of them up. Never would he hear the end of it if they discovered him with Sakura, a girl they had a peculiar obsession with due to her cute appearance and nature, in this state.
He stopped at the door and went to hush her inside, but she caught the sleeve of his shirt. He didn’t move an inch as she stared up at him with her wet eyes, and so very close to the near naked body.
“Come... take a bath with me.”
She sounded very calm about it. Syaoran's body suddenly overcome with shakes, and he looked back down with wider eyes.
“T-together? Us? Sakura, you know we shouldn’t...”
“I-I know, but... we have been friends for so long... since we were children... so, I trust you more than anyone...” Her tone of voice may not have had it, but her eyes were pleading. “Please. I’d rather not be alone.”
Syaoran felt a blush across his face.
“... Um, okay, if that’s what you want, Sakura,” He patted her head. “I’ll be in with you soon. I’ll wash your back for you, okay?”
“Thank you,” There was a glimmer in her eyes. What was she up to?
Anyway, he had just prayed to the Gods that his ‘little buddy’ would behave itself once he got in there with her...
Once the bath had filled up, Syaoran walked into the bathroom. Steam rose from the hot water in the tub, filling the room with a clear, warm mist. He still wore his pyjamas, whereas Sakura was in naught but her knickers.
She had her back to him, arms across her chest like she was shivering from the cold. Syaoran bit back any sounds of excitement he might make, as he looked at her backside.
She had a perfectly rounded pair of peaches, given sight through the wet, tightly clad knickers. They were even riding up the crack of her buttocks, but she didn’t take any action to sort any of it out which could have meant they weren’t providing her with any discomfort.
“Sakura, are you sure you wouldn't like some privacy? I mean, I'll only be next door in the living room, so if there's any trouble...”
“Stay,” She squeaked, looking back over her shoulder with eyes gleaming with such innocence and fear.
Syaoran couldn't object any longer. He was familiar in the way she acted after she had a particularly horrible nightmare, and this was one of those reactions. In these times, he'd stay with her until she'd calm.
“Okay, if that's what you want,” He responded softly. “Seat?”
There was a bath stool under the sink, which he placed next to the tub on the mat. She sat down mutely and let him run a lukewarm flannel down her back.
He slid the soap across her shoulders, placed it down, and rubbed the rest in himself. Over her shoulders, down the side of her arms, down her spine to her lower back... she seemed to shiver even more. Her head hung forward and her eyes were closed, and both her hands were balled into loose fists and together knuckle to knuckle in front of her chest.
“Are you cold? Is the water not good for you?”
He asked a few times, softly.
“It’s okay,” She kept replying. Her cheeks were glowing.
To wash away the soap, he cupped some water in his hands and poured it down her back. Some splashed on him, but it wasn’t a bother at all.
“Your back’s all cleaned up. Are you warmed up?”
“Not yet.”
Sakura shook herself and her head side to side. Water droplets flung everywhere.
“Okay then, you should hop in the bath now,” He stuck his hand into the water and splashed it a bit.
Either he didn’t notice or he refused to look in that direction out of decency, Sakura faced towards him after she stood up. She hunched forward to remove her wet knickers, and left them lying on the floor.
“You haven’t done cleaning me, yet.”
Her voice was still the same, even after what she had then started to imply. She sat back on the rim of the tub; thighs open at her shoulder width, and lowered her hand between her legs.
Syaoran’s eyes nervously widened. She was making sure he was watching her.
“You need to wash me here, too.”
Two of her fingers fanned, and she opened herself up to him. Her cheeks were now more vermillion than before. To show her small tunnel of pink flesh to Syaoran was a courageous thing for her to work up.
“S-Sakura...”
Syaoran nervously took one slow step back towards the door. His right hand shot down to his crotch, where his ‘little buddy’ had reacted to her display.
“M-my nightmares,” She started to say, softly. Her eyes sadly downcast. “They've all been the same for months now, and... and... every time... I'm left alone. Always left alone. Father, brother... all gone... a-and even you....”
She reached both her hands out for him, and tears streaked down her cheeks as she looked up.
“I don’t want to be alone. I want us to make love... so we’ll be together forever. So you won't go away. I know you may already have feelings for someone else, but... but...”
The step he took back retraced to the original spot, and he smiled with a blush. As he stood, he was still even taller than her. He cupped her cheek and brought her face into his stomach.
“... All right, you don’t have to cry anymore, Sakura.”
He knelt down quietly to her level, and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth was soft, and warm.
Her eyes were still open, halfway as if she were dazed, and tears still kept rolling from the corner of her eyes. He cupped both her cheeks with his palms, and slipped his tongue into her mouth through the partial gap she made after they broke for a seconds resupply of air.
He wasn’t an experienced kisser himself, but he thought the idea of mingling his tongue with hers would be something special. It was, and it made the kiss all the more sensational.
“... Syaoran...”
They broke apart, with a thin string of saliva dripping from their lips.
“I’m going to stay with you, Sakura.”
He kissed her neck, and then her shoulder. Slowly, he moved down to her most precious area and set his hands on either side, on the inside of her thighs. He was but a breath away, and just as she trembled the moments his breath brushed her sensitive flesh he took in her scent.
“Make love to me,” She whispered, and lightly bit her lip.
“I will,” He used his thumbs to gently open her up, and he inched towards her entrance. At first, he just wanted to see her. But now, after the intoxicating musk drew him in, he wanted to taste her.
The first little lick made her flesh quiver, and it secreted a moist and stronger scented fluid.
“You... are licking...?”
She asked, hazy like a strong drug had gotten to her. She did want him to touch her there, but she didn't know it was okay to do it with anything other than a hand.
Syaoran went in for another lick, this time taking longer to stroke upwards and using more of the surface area than just the tip. Her fluids clung to his tongue, and bathed his taste buds with a marvellous flavour that was far greater than the scent. He couldn’t help but go in again, and again, and again.
“Uwahhh...” She trembled and leant back, with her hands behind her. “It’s dirty down there... that’s where...”
The sixteen year old sounded more like a whining child.
He turned his head to the side, and nibbled on her labia. It was a very soft and tender piece of flesh, as well as very sensitive for her. Not as much as her clitoris, which rung a howl out of her the moment he turned his lips on it.
“Down there... it’s where my... pee comes from...”
Syaoran’s mouth seemed to suck harder than what he was trying, and his lips made smacking noises with all the fluids pouring over them. The line he crossed to push her towards her first orgasm came one he lightly bit down on her solid pebble and her hips had a sudden violent spasm forward into his face.
“Ahaaa!”
She cried up into the air, and her body released. All of her fluids poured into his mouth, and some even dripped down his chin. So much went down his throat, he had to move back to swallow it. And it was good luck he moved then, because not long after she had started to...
“Yaa... Syaoran, I’m so sorry...”
Her bladder had given way, and she started to pee. It hit his shirt, and the stain it made grew until she had finished. Her first release must have really hit her hard.
“No need to worry, I was going to get this shirt off anyways,” Syaoran smiled nonetheless, and tugged the shirt up. He pulled it off and discarded it onto the floor.
Sakura had turned, and got into the water in the bath. She stood up, and placed her hands on the tiled wall. More water dripped from her finely shaped body, as she slowly stuck out her rear.
“Will we do it... now?”
“Yes,” Syaoran removed his pyjama bottoms. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so that was the last article before he was completely naked.
Sakura’s body trembled a little more, and her lower lip wobbled. She’s never seen a penis before, and an erect one seemed a little frightening to her especially one of Syaoran’s size. It didn’t look like it could fit inside of her, it was so big.
He stepped into the water, and stood upright behind her. She looked back over her shoulder, timidly, but didn’t make eye contact with him. She was just as nervous as he for their first time, maybe even a little more. She had every right to be, what with the large shaft about to enter her body.
This was a bit awkward, because she was so small and slender. Standing together, the top of her head was level with his pectorals.
Syaoran slowly crouched down.
“I’m... going to go in.”
She nodded.
He placed his hands up by hers, and intertwined their fingers. He slid his erection between her damp thighs, just running the head and the long shaft along the crack between her labias. Once he’d pulled back into position, he pushed and twisted upwards to fit inside of her.
Her upper body pushed forward against the tiles, and her flat chest squashed into the wall. She cried up into the air and more tears fell from her eyes after a sharp pain stung her lower region, which was different to the pain brought upon her from his entrance. His wide erection was stretching her insides to fit inside.
They never noticed the blood, because of all the water splashed on their bodies. It dripped and tapped into the water, both from the original source and from the streaks or crimson slowly running down the underside of his penis.
Syaoran had to move one hand done to her hip, to help make it inside. She was very tight, and it was a real struggle to get in all the while trying not to put her through a lot of pain in the process.
Her breasts squashed against the wall and her hardened nipples scraped along the tiles as her feet started to rise up from the water, and her skin drew a squeak from the wet skin against ceramic rub. His penis had gone in all the way, bumped her cervix, and his legs started to straighten up.
With both hands on her buttocks, he brought her lower body away from the wall as her upper half remained pressed against it. Syaoran closed his eyes and waited for a moment, more to savour the tremendous feeling of her warm tunnel tightly wrapped completely around his erection. Very gently, he rocked his hips to start up a little movement.
The first few rocks were fine, because they started out easy. Once he had built up a rhythm, he had added a bit more of a longer, slower, upward thrust.
“Syaoran... I can’t... I can’t stand up anymore...”
Her knees had started to buckle inwards already, and to avoid any accidents it was up to Syaoran to quickly think up of a way to continue on without her collapsing. Quick thinking not usually his thing, he had actually managed to come up with a decent way to keep going.
Sakura’s body was so lithe and light, he could easily lift up her legs and suspend her with his hands. In a swift movement, he slid both hands underneath her thighs and swept her legs up into the air.
Now in this position, both her hands fell away from the wall and dropped limply between her spread legs, down to where she was being penetrated. Her small head fell back against his shoulder, and she glanced up to him with a glazed look in her eyes as she panted.
“This feels... so good, Syaoran...”
All the pain had ebbed away and she could feel nothing but his heated manhood stimulating the whole inside of her precious area. In his eyes, it was obvious he felt the same way.
“This is amazing,” Syaoran gave a little grunt with one of his thrusts, and lowered his lips down to hers.
In order for this kiss to work, she had to twist her torso a bit. It was immediately a passionate kiss with tongues, which continued on for a whole three tantalising minutes.
There was more drool on parting, and in her state of a half turned upper body she managed to mould quite perfectly into his chest.
“My breasts... the tips are tingling...”
She whined to him and placed her hands over her own breasts. They felt very hot, and her nipples were very hard. Just to find out what it would feel like, she started to lightly twist and rub her buds.
The tingling feeling doubled over.
“You’re enjoying this very much, aren’t you?”
It was more of a statement than a question, which he whispered hoarsely the moment his hips had put a lot more power into the movement.
“Yeah... It feels so good...”
She cried like she was in long suffering pain. Her short arms reached back and hooked around his neck, and she cried again as a fire started up at the pit of her stomach.
“More please... more!”
Syaoran was giving it everything. Their hot, sweaty bodies stuck together and created so much more heat in the room all the mirrors and windows steamed up more than the water on its own did. He felt like he was at his peak, and he hit it at the exact same time she did.
Her vaginal walls shrunk and squeezed him, just as he released up inside of her. There was far too much for her womb to handle, so a third of his release leaked and splashed down into the bath water at their feet.
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Twenty minutes had passed since then, and the couple sat in the bath together. Syaoran at the back and Sakura sitting right in front of him with her back leaning against him, they were as happy as can be.
“It’s warm,” Sakura pleasantly sighed, holding both her hands to her chest.
“You think so? I actually think this water is getting kinda cold.”
“No, not the water,” She corrected him. “You’re sperm, which you released inside of me. It’s warm and tingly inside.”
“Oh,” Syaoran scratched the back of his neck. “I thought you were talking about... oh, never mind.”
Sakura looked back, then turned her head forward again and smiled with a blush to adorn her cheeks. Her eyes had their glimmer again. She took both his arms off the side, and brought them around herself.
“Syaoran... squeeze me, please,” She started to giggle.
Throughout their long years as friends, she would often want a hug from Syaoran. Sakura would start, always, by walking into him and saying 'squeeze me' in a rather melancholic tone. No particular reason had been behind it, but it stuck.
He was sure to give her a very nice, very caring squeeze with his arms. He kept her against his body, and he started to kiss into her neck. She hummed, loving it just as much as he.
“I’m glad I’ve found this other side of you.”
“Other side?” She asked in a whisper.
“Yeah,” he talked in between each kiss. “Normally you’re so quiet and far away, but this side of you, you’re very happy, warm and talkative. I’m glad to have found it.”
Sakura smiled a little smile, and looked so shy in the way she downcast her eyes.
“But... now... I guess that means we aren't going to be friends anymore...”
He paused, lips hovering over her jugular.
“Aren't we?”
“No...”
Syaoran’s kisses started again and turned into licks, which he trailed up to her earlobe. After a rough little nibble, he gave a little whisper. “So, I've lost a friend. My very best friend. But, what I have gained instead...”
“...Is a lover,” Sakura finished his sentence in a hushed whisper.
His hand slipped underneath her legs, and he swivelled her around to a bridal style position in the tub. He stood up, carrying her along with him. Heavy amounts of water fell from their bodies, and tides fell out of the bath as they stepped out.
Sure that his family were asleep, he carried her up to his room and closed the door.
“You’re going to have to get used to me, Sakura,” Syaoran carried her through to his bed, leaving a trail of wet footprints across the carpet. “Because you're now mine, I'm going to be quite possessive of you.”
Smiling at the idea of that, Sakura leant her head against his shoulder as he lowered her to the bed. They were both soaking wet, but who really cares?
“Is it still raining?”
He looked up at the window, and yes it was still raining. Eleven o’clock at night, and it was still raining cats and dogs.
“Yeah, it is. And I can’t sleep when it’s raining too heavy outside.”
“Me neither,” She drew him into the bed, with her arms around his neck. “So, I guess we have no other choice than to do something together until we can get to sleep, won’t we?”
He didn’t say anything, because his grin was more than enough to state his agreement. With a little kiss to her nose, he shuffled into the bed and rolled on top of her small wet body, keeping up his weight with his elbows. The sheets were quickly staining with bath water, and sticking to their bodies.
Syaoran trained his lips on hers, and initiated another French kiss. Sakura arched her back so she could press her chest against his, and let him feel her erect buds on his damp skin.
He moved a hand to her back, just to keep her body arched. He kept his tongue out after the kiss ended, and trailed his tip down to her chest. So badly, he wanted to take the nipples he felt against his skin into his mouth and suckle them like a baby.
“Uh... Wait, Syaoran...” She hesitantly groaned, and put a hand to the side of his head. “My chest... it isn’t very big...”
In proportion to her size, her b-cup breasts were cute and sexy. Although she didn't think so, he certainly did.
“Don't talk nonsense,” He brushed away her hand, and continued with his little tour. “Your chest is just perfect.”
The first contact was a nip, and that made her yelp. Second was another nip, only harder and at another angle. The third was more lenient, as he lightly lapped at the hard bud with his tongue. The fourth was a full, very forceful and very long suck. His mouth covered a large portion of the breast, and the suction of his lips allowed him to tug and pull it to various directions.
Mixing all four of these together again, he moved back and forth between the pair until he made each area bright red. The colour matched her cheeks perfectly.
“In future, please don’t so rough,” She asked, wincing a little.
“I can’t promise you that, I’m afraid,” He kissed her chin, and stroked her wet auburn hair.
“You’re so mean,” She jested, and stuck out her tongue.
Before her tongue could go back, he found the opportunity to dive in and give her some of his. The extra kiss did catch her off guard, but seconds after twisting beneath him her arms hooked under his armpits.
The second surprise to really catch her off guard was his fully erect penis, which had plenty of energy left over from their first round. The head pushed inside her once again, rubbing the pink flesh on entry.
This time, even though it had to go through the same routine of moving through a very tight, warm tunnel, it wasn’t as painful for Sakura.
Their kiss continued throughout, breaking only for precious air as the larger boy thrust in and out of his lover with slow, sensual movements, until the moment her vaginal wall once again shrink wrapped around his shaft. Warmth spilled into her womb, and what couldn’t stay inside unfortunately leaked out at their joining.
Syaoran held Sakura's small head in his hands, and kept his lips pressed against her forehead.
“Mmm... I don’t know about you,” He whispered, looking back at the window. Rain was still hammering against it. “But I reckon the weather is not going to clean up tonight. I think we may have to go again a couple of more times.”
“That would be the best thing to do,” She smiled. It was amazing how many times he had seen glimmers of happiness in the jade eyes which usually held far away glances. “Perhaps we can search for some new positions to adopt together?”
Syaoran smiled.
“Let’s get working on them, then.”
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That's one. Other oneshots will follow, varying in content and themes.