Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Anniversary ❯ One-Shot
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By: TK Styles 
Davis and Yolei celebrate their one year wedding anniversary
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Davis and Yolei celebrate their one year wedding anniversary
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I only own the idea.
A/N: This is set after the defeat of MaloMyotismon but the events of the epilogue didn’t happen. This was inspired by a fanfic I read awhile back that had the idea of Davis and Yolei being the best of friends growing up in childhood. That idea simmered in my mind until I finally came up with this. This is the possible beginning of a longer piece so tell me what all of you think. On a different note I’d like to give a big thanks to my betas for their help. Peace.
Anniversary
“At last,” I murmured as I finally turned my black motorcycle with lightning streaks into my driveway. It was 11:45 pm and I dared not miss my midnight deadline.
‘Cutting it close but at least I made it before midnight,’ I thought as I killed the engine to my bike. Midnight would be the beginning of my and Yolei’s one year anniversary and it seems she wanted to start a tradition of a midnight kiss. ‘Not that I mind, but man, has it been a rough and tiring day.’ I’d just gotten off from a bone-weary day of work, it was days like this that made me question if I was cut out for the restaurant business.
It all started with my dream of being a noodle cart owner. It was something I’d always thought about doing in the back of my head; I’d start off small and then if all went well I’d go from there. So, I started saving up my money and bought one and began making my own recipes. It was a success; some days I think too big a success, as it blossomed into a full scale restaurant with another one soon on the way. I still go out with the noodle carts every one in awhile but my work at the main restaurant keeps me busy most of the time.
The business usually runs like clockwork as the other chefs and I run a dedicated if sometimes laid back kitchen. Yolei also comes in most days to help with the cooking too, coming from as big a family as she does it’s no surprise that she knows how to cook well. Jun, Kari (who also helped with decorating by providing beautiful pictures of sites around the Digiworld to hang up), and TK help out by waiting tables.
Although, TK is only working at the restaurant while he tries to get his first book published. I told him the job is his as long as he needs it, and if and when he leaves it’ll be there for him if something bad should happen down the line and he needs employment.
Today was a trial though, as two chefs called in sick and I had already given Yolei the day off. I smiled goofily as I remembered how Yolei “persuaded” me into letting her have the day off. She has some very inventive methods of persuasion when she puts her mind to it.
Anyway, so we were already short on cooking staff; then near closing time one of our big mixers exploded splattering bread dough everywhere and also one of our pots of sauces bubbled over, so I had to stay and clean that up before I could leave, as I’d already sent everyone else home. Thinking about the possible consequences of not being home in time didn’t ease my mind any either.
I shook those thoughts off as I wearily made it to the front door of our small, two story cottage and began rummaging for my keys in my pocket. As I searched for my keys, I began remembering the different twists my and Yolei’s relationship had taken over the many years.
A/N: This is set after the defeat of MaloMyotismon but the events of the epilogue didn’t happen. This was inspired by a fanfic I read awhile back that had the idea of Davis and Yolei being the best of friends growing up in childhood. That idea simmered in my mind until I finally came up with this. This is the possible beginning of a longer piece so tell me what all of you think. On a different note I’d like to give a big thanks to my betas for their help. Peace.
Anniversary
“At last,” I murmured as I finally turned my black motorcycle with lightning streaks into my driveway. It was 11:45 pm and I dared not miss my midnight deadline.
‘Cutting it close but at least I made it before midnight,’ I thought as I killed the engine to my bike. Midnight would be the beginning of my and Yolei’s one year anniversary and it seems she wanted to start a tradition of a midnight kiss. ‘Not that I mind, but man, has it been a rough and tiring day.’ I’d just gotten off from a bone-weary day of work, it was days like this that made me question if I was cut out for the restaurant business.
It all started with my dream of being a noodle cart owner. It was something I’d always thought about doing in the back of my head; I’d start off small and then if all went well I’d go from there. So, I started saving up my money and bought one and began making my own recipes. It was a success; some days I think too big a success, as it blossomed into a full scale restaurant with another one soon on the way. I still go out with the noodle carts every one in awhile but my work at the main restaurant keeps me busy most of the time.
The business usually runs like clockwork as the other chefs and I run a dedicated if sometimes laid back kitchen. Yolei also comes in most days to help with the cooking too, coming from as big a family as she does it’s no surprise that she knows how to cook well. Jun, Kari (who also helped with decorating by providing beautiful pictures of sites around the Digiworld to hang up), and TK help out by waiting tables.
Although, TK is only working at the restaurant while he tries to get his first book published. I told him the job is his as long as he needs it, and if and when he leaves it’ll be there for him if something bad should happen down the line and he needs employment.
Today was a trial though, as two chefs called in sick and I had already given Yolei the day off. I smiled goofily as I remembered how Yolei “persuaded” me into letting her have the day off. She has some very inventive methods of persuasion when she puts her mind to it.
Anyway, so we were already short on cooking staff; then near closing time one of our big mixers exploded splattering bread dough everywhere and also one of our pots of sauces bubbled over, so I had to stay and clean that up before I could leave, as I’d already sent everyone else home. Thinking about the possible consequences of not being home in time didn’t ease my mind any either.
I shook those thoughts off as I wearily made it to the front door of our small, two story cottage and began rummaging for my keys in my pocket. As I searched for my keys, I began remembering the different twists my and Yolei’s relationship had taken over the many years.
~*~
Yolei and I have known each other from very early childhood, which was something most of the Digidestined didn’t learn until after our adventures. Our older sisters were childhood friends and with our parents being so busy with work, we usually ended up tagging along with our older sibs. Those were good years; we played video and computer games together. She may not look it, but Yolei had the makings of a fairly decent soccer goalie back then. Many a time we practiced soccer together and getting shots past her was a source of pride. We still argued, as we both had quick tempers, but it was the playful, teasing kind. We overall just had a good time together, but over time our interests diverged. I focused more on soccer and she devoted more of her time to computers. We fell out of contact, being so busy with our hobbies, and didn’t really spend much time around each other again until we became Digidestined.
Most of that time was just plain bad. We’d both changed so much that we couldn’t see our similarities. We were like two large predators circling each other, just looking for the right weaknesses before we’d strike. Thankfully, things cooled as our adventure neared its end.
After we all had save the worlds, Yolei and I began to spend more time together. We were still just as busy with our hobbies, if not more so, but this time we made time for each other. We finally talked out some of our issues and it was almost like childhood again, only better. By the time we’d made it to high school, Yolei (being a year ahead) welcomed us and helped us find our way around with a little help from Tai, Sora, and Izzy. My deep crush for Kari had mellowed to a strong friendship.
On the other hand, Yolei was just coming out of a break up with Ken. It was mutual: they’d found that they weren’t compatible, plus Ken decided he still had a whole bunch of personal problems he needed to sort out before he could devote the time necessary to a relationship. Being mutual didn’t stop it from hurting Yolei though. Ken had been a dream of hers, even after finding out about the dark spore and how it changed him, and then when it came true she was brought back to reality.
So, I did things to get her mind off it and helped her move on. We went to movies, I helped her around her family’s store, I even managed to get her back on the soccer field a few times. She’ll never be pro, but she was still just as good a goalie as she was when we were younger. Over time, deeper feelings developed and rather than tiptoe around the issue, being the straightforward and often blunt people we were, we decided to meet it head on.
We talked it out on her nineteenth birthday, and decided to hinge our decision on if we should become more - on a kiss. We figured after all those years, almost everything else that would be the building blocks for a good relationship were already there. One of the only things left was if there were any sparks when we kissed. We’re both passionate and very demonstrative people, if there wasn’t any chemistry there, we didn’t want to risk the friendship. So, with a little nervousness we leaned toward each other.
Now I’m not going to tell you that when we kissed bells rang or fireworks went off or there was enough electricity to light up all of Japan. If I said that I’d be lying and truthfully we weren’t expecting that either. There was, however, the heat, sparks, and passion that we hoped to feel. The one thing we didn’t expect was . . . how right it felt. When our lips met there wasn’t any awkwardness, other than the slight nerves before we kissed. It didn’t feel like the kiss of a sibling or best friend. It just felt . . . right. That’s the only way I could describe it, maybe Yolei could explain it better; I’ve never been good at explaining those types of things well. Anyway, from there we decided to take things slowly and see where they led. That was seven years ago and after being separated a while by university and a few other things, were now only minutes from our first anniversary.
Most of that time was just plain bad. We’d both changed so much that we couldn’t see our similarities. We were like two large predators circling each other, just looking for the right weaknesses before we’d strike. Thankfully, things cooled as our adventure neared its end.
After we all had save the worlds, Yolei and I began to spend more time together. We were still just as busy with our hobbies, if not more so, but this time we made time for each other. We finally talked out some of our issues and it was almost like childhood again, only better. By the time we’d made it to high school, Yolei (being a year ahead) welcomed us and helped us find our way around with a little help from Tai, Sora, and Izzy. My deep crush for Kari had mellowed to a strong friendship.
On the other hand, Yolei was just coming out of a break up with Ken. It was mutual: they’d found that they weren’t compatible, plus Ken decided he still had a whole bunch of personal problems he needed to sort out before he could devote the time necessary to a relationship. Being mutual didn’t stop it from hurting Yolei though. Ken had been a dream of hers, even after finding out about the dark spore and how it changed him, and then when it came true she was brought back to reality.
So, I did things to get her mind off it and helped her move on. We went to movies, I helped her around her family’s store, I even managed to get her back on the soccer field a few times. She’ll never be pro, but she was still just as good a goalie as she was when we were younger. Over time, deeper feelings developed and rather than tiptoe around the issue, being the straightforward and often blunt people we were, we decided to meet it head on.
We talked it out on her nineteenth birthday, and decided to hinge our decision on if we should become more - on a kiss. We figured after all those years, almost everything else that would be the building blocks for a good relationship were already there. One of the only things left was if there were any sparks when we kissed. We’re both passionate and very demonstrative people, if there wasn’t any chemistry there, we didn’t want to risk the friendship. So, with a little nervousness we leaned toward each other.
Now I’m not going to tell you that when we kissed bells rang or fireworks went off or there was enough electricity to light up all of Japan. If I said that I’d be lying and truthfully we weren’t expecting that either. There was, however, the heat, sparks, and passion that we hoped to feel. The one thing we didn’t expect was . . . how right it felt. When our lips met there wasn’t any awkwardness, other than the slight nerves before we kissed. It didn’t feel like the kiss of a sibling or best friend. It just felt . . . right. That’s the only way I could describe it, maybe Yolei could explain it better; I’ve never been good at explaining those types of things well. Anyway, from there we decided to take things slowly and see where they led. That was seven years ago and after being separated a while by university and a few other things, were now only minutes from our first anniversary.
~*~
Finally, after finding my keys and fumbling for the right one I was just about to push into the lock when the door flew open. Next thing I knew I was roughly pulled inside, the door was slammed behind me, I was pushed against the door, and I was being thoroughly kissed. I quickly and gladly surrendered and began kissing back with equal intensity.
When we pulled apart, panting for air, I was finally able to rasp out a greeting. “And a Happy Anniversary to you!”
“Not quite yet but it will be very, very soon!” she chirped with a naughty grin. She leaned forward again and gave me a softer kiss (but no less passionate) before stepping back away from me. She walked backwards, grinning, and beckoned me to follow with a crook of her finger.
Slipping out of my shoes, I followed after her with hungry eyes, finally taking in her appearance. She wore one of my navy blue button-up shirts, with only the second button from the top buttoned between the swell of her breasts. The only thing she wore beneath it was a pair of black silk boxers that rode low on her hips. Seemingly acres of smooth, creamy skin was left exposed to tease me. It was one my favorite sleeping outfits she wore; the only one I liked better was when slept in one of my old soccer jerseys.
‘She must want to make me work a little tonight, as she knows the jersey provides too easy an access, but she only did up one button so she must not want to wait too long. Only Yolei knows how to energize me after a day like today. And judging from that wicked gleam in her smoldering eyes, it looks like it’s going to be one of those long, fun nights putting my soccer endurance to the test.’
Those were the thoughts I had as we entered our bedroom and I closed the door behind me. ‘Can’t wait to see the look on her face when I give her that new pocket personal computer phone I saw her eyeing a couple weeks back.’ that was the last coherent thought I had before my shirt was whipped over my head and I was tossed face first onto our bed.
When we pulled apart, panting for air, I was finally able to rasp out a greeting. “And a Happy Anniversary to you!”
“Not quite yet but it will be very, very soon!” she chirped with a naughty grin. She leaned forward again and gave me a softer kiss (but no less passionate) before stepping back away from me. She walked backwards, grinning, and beckoned me to follow with a crook of her finger.
Slipping out of my shoes, I followed after her with hungry eyes, finally taking in her appearance. She wore one of my navy blue button-up shirts, with only the second button from the top buttoned between the swell of her breasts. The only thing she wore beneath it was a pair of black silk boxers that rode low on her hips. Seemingly acres of smooth, creamy skin was left exposed to tease me. It was one my favorite sleeping outfits she wore; the only one I liked better was when slept in one of my old soccer jerseys.
‘She must want to make me work a little tonight, as she knows the jersey provides too easy an access, but she only did up one button so she must not want to wait too long. Only Yolei knows how to energize me after a day like today. And judging from that wicked gleam in her smoldering eyes, it looks like it’s going to be one of those long, fun nights putting my soccer endurance to the test.’
Those were the thoughts I had as we entered our bedroom and I closed the door behind me. ‘Can’t wait to see the look on her face when I give her that new pocket personal computer phone I saw her eyeing a couple weeks back.’ that was the last coherent thought I had before my shirt was whipped over my head and I was tossed face first onto our bed.
~*~
Yolei captured my lips again in a searing kiss, rubbing her clothed tits against my chest sending twinges of pleasure through her hardened nibbles as was evident from her moans. She then began to kiss her way down my body, pulling my pants and boxers off as she went before turning me over. Yolei then grasped my cock and slowly moved her hand up and down.
“Wonderful!” I groaned as I saw my beautiful wife lower her face down and swirled her tongue around head of my cock. She licked down the sides of my warm shaft as if it was her favorite popsicle. Licking to the top again Yolei wrapped her lips around the head and slowly began to suck me into her mouth.
“Yes, that’s the way, wonderful, just wonderful,” I rasped being reduced to incoherent murmurs and moans as she slowly bobbed her head up and down at first, before quickening her pace. Occasionally she released me only to lick the head of my cock before engulfing me again. On and on she sucked me as I relished the moans of pleasure and wet noises she made. After many minutes I knew soon I would be at the point of no return. Just before I could warn her, Yolei gave me one final suck before releasing me with a pop.
“Nooo!” I groaned partly in disappointment.
Now usually Yolei would gladly blow me to climax, thirstily swallowing down my creamy essence with relish, before I would flip us over and tease her to a few climaxes of her own. Tonight though, it seemed my lover was too horny to wait any longer, as she stood, pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her silk boxers. She then straddled me and impaled herself on me fully in one thrust.
“Fuck!” I gasped out harshly at the sensation of her wrapped around me.
“Yesssss!” I heard Yolei hiss in pleasure as she stilled for a second, seeming to savor the feeling of having me sheathed inside of her.
She then set off into a medium pace, flexing her muscles around me all the while. Every so often she’d mix things up by holding on the down stroke and rotating her hips in circles.
“So good!” I moaned brokenly as I palmed her breasts in my hands, tweaking her nipples as she rode me.
“More, do that more!” she rasped out forcefully as she began to speed up.
As our climaxes neared her pace become even more increasingly frenzied as my own thrusts quickened and deepened. We finally met in one final thrust as we reached our peaks not too far apart from one another, her screams of rapture matched by my own growled groans of fulfillment. Yolei slumped forward as her climax tapered off, resting on my chest as we caught our breaths.
“Happy Anniversary,” my wife murmured sleepily after a while as she snuggled me.
“Wonderful!” I groaned as I saw my beautiful wife lower her face down and swirled her tongue around head of my cock. She licked down the sides of my warm shaft as if it was her favorite popsicle. Licking to the top again Yolei wrapped her lips around the head and slowly began to suck me into her mouth.
“Yes, that’s the way, wonderful, just wonderful,” I rasped being reduced to incoherent murmurs and moans as she slowly bobbed her head up and down at first, before quickening her pace. Occasionally she released me only to lick the head of my cock before engulfing me again. On and on she sucked me as I relished the moans of pleasure and wet noises she made. After many minutes I knew soon I would be at the point of no return. Just before I could warn her, Yolei gave me one final suck before releasing me with a pop.
“Nooo!” I groaned partly in disappointment.
Now usually Yolei would gladly blow me to climax, thirstily swallowing down my creamy essence with relish, before I would flip us over and tease her to a few climaxes of her own. Tonight though, it seemed my lover was too horny to wait any longer, as she stood, pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her silk boxers. She then straddled me and impaled herself on me fully in one thrust.
“Fuck!” I gasped out harshly at the sensation of her wrapped around me.
“Yesssss!” I heard Yolei hiss in pleasure as she stilled for a second, seeming to savor the feeling of having me sheathed inside of her.
She then set off into a medium pace, flexing her muscles around me all the while. Every so often she’d mix things up by holding on the down stroke and rotating her hips in circles.
“So good!” I moaned brokenly as I palmed her breasts in my hands, tweaking her nipples as she rode me.
“More, do that more!” she rasped out forcefully as she began to speed up.
As our climaxes neared her pace become even more increasingly frenzied as my own thrusts quickened and deepened. We finally met in one final thrust as we reached our peaks not too far apart from one another, her screams of rapture matched by my own growled groans of fulfillment. Yolei slumped forward as her climax tapered off, resting on my chest as we caught our breaths.
“Happy Anniversary,” my wife murmured sleepily after a while as she snuggled me.
~*~
“Happy Anniversary, Yolei,” I answered her back pulling the covers over us. I kissed her forehead and then spoke again, “Go on to sleep if you want,” I smirked briefly before continuing. “We can continue celebrating in the morning.”
I heard Yolei murmur something back as her breathing began to even out. I stroked her long lavender locks, still enjoying the afterglow. Our one year anniversary had gotten off to a bang. I decided to turn in and get some sleep too as I gave out a yawn. I wrapped my arms more comfortably around Yolei, and as I feel asleep my thoughts returned once again to years ago and the reconciliation that started us on our new journey through life.
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I heard Yolei murmur something back as her breathing began to even out. I stroked her long lavender locks, still enjoying the afterglow. Our one year anniversary had gotten off to a bang. I decided to turn in and get some sleep too as I gave out a yawn. I wrapped my arms more comfortably around Yolei, and as I feel asleep my thoughts returned once again to years ago and the reconciliation that started us on our new journey through life.
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