Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye and No Tommorow ❯ Oneshot, Goodbye and no Tommorow ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Serenade of Woes 
Mimi and Yamato meet, some things are discussed. Some are acted upon
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.10.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Mimi and Yamato meet, some things are discussed. Some are acted upon
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.10.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
It wasn't hard to move across the world in a few minutes. It was just not obvious. No one really thought of using the digital portals to move from continent to continent, maybe later they would figure it out. But now it was really used by a quiet few. Maybe that's what made <i>it</i> so easy to continue. No one would know if Yamato happened to have snuck out of Japan and into the apartment of Mimi.
Sin was so easy to comit, it was scary.
The age twenty made Yamato even more beautiful. Unlike Taichi's athletic build, Yamato had a lean and artistic build. It wasn't well defined but it was strangely appealing. Twenty was a good year for Yamato indeed. Mimi could contest to that that.
Yamato stalked in the woods, trying to hid from view. Not many cared for his presence, but it would never hurt to make sure no one had seen him. Navigating about in the digital world was the only really tricky part. He half wished his partner, Gabumon, could come with him, just in case a viral moster appearend, but he knew Gabumon was to honorable to keep him and Mimi a secret. He didn't want to taint him with his sin.
Here it was, a television. On the ground of the woods. It was so comically out of place that Yamato almost forgot the seriousness of his visit. But he didn't.
"Digital port open."
And he was transfered into Mimi's room.
It was that easy. Like an invitation that he couldn't help but take.
Yamato had been to her apartment enough times to know her parent's routines. Her dad was at work and her mother was happily wasting their money away on cute frilly drapes and trinckets they didn't need. Mimi, however, was home alone.
His eyes scanned her room, it seemed it changed once a month; this month's color of choice was purple. She had posters of bands that she liked up on her wall, the one of him was posted right next to her bed. He had begged her to get rid of it, it felt ackward when they were together and he would look up and see his face staring down at him. Mimi refused. Said it was useful for her when things got boring.
He heard the faint sounds of water running- Mimi probably just got out of cheer practice. Yamato moved his way out of the room and made his way to the bathroom. There was a loud humming comming from the other side of the door. It was Mimi alright, she always had a beautiful voice. She reminded him of a siren, beautiful, but dangerous. And he was unable to resist her lull.
He opened the door,he never understood why Mimi never locked anything. It would get her in trouble one day. It almost did, the first time Yamato staid in bed with Mimi overnight, her father had come in. Luckily for them, there was a power outage and he didn't see Yamato sprawled in bed with his daughter, or the discarded clothes on the floor. He had come to see if she was having a nightmare because it seemed she was thrashing about. She assured him everything was fine and got rid of him. Next time, Yamato and Mimi went quieter.
Yamato shook the thoughts out of his head and focused on the present. He saw her dirty cheer outfit on the floor (which, he grudginly admited, he liked) and Mimi's figure , obscured by the staind glass. She hadn't noticed him, but that's the way Mimi was; he doubt she would notice if he drove a truck in there.
And excitement rushed down his back and between his legs. He quickly took of his own clothes, leaving him bare and made his way to the shower. Before Mimi could comprehend what was going on, two strong arms wrapped her around her slick body from behind.
"Yamato," his named purred from her throat. She knew.
Yamato never could not awe at her body, he didn't think that people were suppose to be made so perfect. Humans were supposed to be flawed, yet Mimi didn't seem to know that. He dipped his head to her neck, and he slowly began to suck on her skin. Mimi murmered appreaciatvily as his toungle lapped on her skin and his teeth shallowly grazed it. He enjoyed the feeling of her creamy skin and the water that beat on his body from the shower.
Yamato lost his inhibitions, his hands began to roam freely across her wet body. Mimi melted in his touch, she never knew how he could be so good with his hands. Perhaps being a musician for so long... His hands were everywhere, and Mimi felt herself slowly loose her mind. His right hand touched her lips gently, and slowly made his way down her body with a feather-light touch. It went passed the valley between her breasts and then lower. Mimi knew the destination and shivered in anticipation.
His hand, though, stopped just short.
"Mimi," he said chokingly slowly, drawing out every syllable.
She managed to make a noise so he knew that she could comprehend him.
"I'm going to ask Sora to marry me."
There was a long hesitation.
"I know."
Making love to your girlfriend's best friend was bad enough (he knew since he did carry the crest of frienship), but cheating on your wife was taboo. This would be their last rendevou.
"Ok."
His hand reached her wet opening. He moved one finger in, slowly. Mimi didn't know if he was trying the pleasure her or turner her. She groaned and her head rolled to the sky as his second finger entered. They pulsed in her, and Mimi couldn't think. His name pierced her lips when he touched a vital part inside her. He felt her shudder with pleasure; seeing her like this was addicting.
Mimi simutaneously began to rub her back on his erection. Yamato closed his eyes and became too distracted to try and pleasure her. He wanted the same feeling as he was giving, Mimi knew. With some relunctance, she pushed his fingers out of her, and then turned to face him.
Mimi began to work his mouth with hers, her tounge exploring him in a wild frenzy. Yamato trailed his hands to her hips and pushed her against the chilly wall.
"Let's make this count," Mimi whispered, using the leverage from the wall, wrapped her legs aroudn his waist. Without another word, Yamato pushed into her, gasping in delight. Sliding in and out was easy, the water made it possible to pump in and out of her faster. Words came out of Mimi's mouth in an incoherent babble. His name mixed with encouragements filled his ear and motivated him to set a faster pace, Mimi meeting him with just as much fevor. They worked together, in what looked like perfect harmony.
The water was getting cold, but it felt as if it were too hot. Mimi felt herself getting closer and she gripped his shoulders and closed her eyes as he contiuned to move inside her.
He jammed their hips together and began to grind them, Mimi lost all control and screamed in her climax. Yamato went over his edge soon after, hardening even more and eventually releasing in her, pleasure pulsing through him.
Mimi unwrapped her legs and Yamato slowly stepped away from her, both sat on the little space on the bottom of the bathroom floor, breathing heavily. Mimi crawled on him and kissed him on his jaw, before retiring lazily on his chest.
The water seemed to cool down a bit.
"I have to go now. I'm going to propose to her this dinner."
"Tell me how it goes."
"Yeah."
Mimi got off him and Yamato felt a bit dissapointed with the loss of contact with her skin.
"Hope you have a happily ever after."
"Same."
Mimi turned off the shower and head for the towels where she could dry herself off.
"Bye Mimi."
"Bye Yamato."
The true goodbye.
Sin was so easy to comit, it was scary.
The age twenty made Yamato even more beautiful. Unlike Taichi's athletic build, Yamato had a lean and artistic build. It wasn't well defined but it was strangely appealing. Twenty was a good year for Yamato indeed. Mimi could contest to that that.
Yamato stalked in the woods, trying to hid from view. Not many cared for his presence, but it would never hurt to make sure no one had seen him. Navigating about in the digital world was the only really tricky part. He half wished his partner, Gabumon, could come with him, just in case a viral moster appearend, but he knew Gabumon was to honorable to keep him and Mimi a secret. He didn't want to taint him with his sin.
Here it was, a television. On the ground of the woods. It was so comically out of place that Yamato almost forgot the seriousness of his visit. But he didn't.
"Digital port open."
And he was transfered into Mimi's room.
It was that easy. Like an invitation that he couldn't help but take.
Yamato had been to her apartment enough times to know her parent's routines. Her dad was at work and her mother was happily wasting their money away on cute frilly drapes and trinckets they didn't need. Mimi, however, was home alone.
His eyes scanned her room, it seemed it changed once a month; this month's color of choice was purple. She had posters of bands that she liked up on her wall, the one of him was posted right next to her bed. He had begged her to get rid of it, it felt ackward when they were together and he would look up and see his face staring down at him. Mimi refused. Said it was useful for her when things got boring.
He heard the faint sounds of water running- Mimi probably just got out of cheer practice. Yamato moved his way out of the room and made his way to the bathroom. There was a loud humming comming from the other side of the door. It was Mimi alright, she always had a beautiful voice. She reminded him of a siren, beautiful, but dangerous. And he was unable to resist her lull.
He opened the door,he never understood why Mimi never locked anything. It would get her in trouble one day. It almost did, the first time Yamato staid in bed with Mimi overnight, her father had come in. Luckily for them, there was a power outage and he didn't see Yamato sprawled in bed with his daughter, or the discarded clothes on the floor. He had come to see if she was having a nightmare because it seemed she was thrashing about. She assured him everything was fine and got rid of him. Next time, Yamato and Mimi went quieter.
Yamato shook the thoughts out of his head and focused on the present. He saw her dirty cheer outfit on the floor (which, he grudginly admited, he liked) and Mimi's figure , obscured by the staind glass. She hadn't noticed him, but that's the way Mimi was; he doubt she would notice if he drove a truck in there.
And excitement rushed down his back and between his legs. He quickly took of his own clothes, leaving him bare and made his way to the shower. Before Mimi could comprehend what was going on, two strong arms wrapped her around her slick body from behind.
"Yamato," his named purred from her throat. She knew.
Yamato never could not awe at her body, he didn't think that people were suppose to be made so perfect. Humans were supposed to be flawed, yet Mimi didn't seem to know that. He dipped his head to her neck, and he slowly began to suck on her skin. Mimi murmered appreaciatvily as his toungle lapped on her skin and his teeth shallowly grazed it. He enjoyed the feeling of her creamy skin and the water that beat on his body from the shower.
Yamato lost his inhibitions, his hands began to roam freely across her wet body. Mimi melted in his touch, she never knew how he could be so good with his hands. Perhaps being a musician for so long... His hands were everywhere, and Mimi felt herself slowly loose her mind. His right hand touched her lips gently, and slowly made his way down her body with a feather-light touch. It went passed the valley between her breasts and then lower. Mimi knew the destination and shivered in anticipation.
His hand, though, stopped just short.
"Mimi," he said chokingly slowly, drawing out every syllable.
She managed to make a noise so he knew that she could comprehend him.
"I'm going to ask Sora to marry me."
There was a long hesitation.
"I know."
Making love to your girlfriend's best friend was bad enough (he knew since he did carry the crest of frienship), but cheating on your wife was taboo. This would be their last rendevou.
"Ok."
His hand reached her wet opening. He moved one finger in, slowly. Mimi didn't know if he was trying the pleasure her or turner her. She groaned and her head rolled to the sky as his second finger entered. They pulsed in her, and Mimi couldn't think. His name pierced her lips when he touched a vital part inside her. He felt her shudder with pleasure; seeing her like this was addicting.
Mimi simutaneously began to rub her back on his erection. Yamato closed his eyes and became too distracted to try and pleasure her. He wanted the same feeling as he was giving, Mimi knew. With some relunctance, she pushed his fingers out of her, and then turned to face him.
Mimi began to work his mouth with hers, her tounge exploring him in a wild frenzy. Yamato trailed his hands to her hips and pushed her against the chilly wall.
"Let's make this count," Mimi whispered, using the leverage from the wall, wrapped her legs aroudn his waist. Without another word, Yamato pushed into her, gasping in delight. Sliding in and out was easy, the water made it possible to pump in and out of her faster. Words came out of Mimi's mouth in an incoherent babble. His name mixed with encouragements filled his ear and motivated him to set a faster pace, Mimi meeting him with just as much fevor. They worked together, in what looked like perfect harmony.
The water was getting cold, but it felt as if it were too hot. Mimi felt herself getting closer and she gripped his shoulders and closed her eyes as he contiuned to move inside her.
He jammed their hips together and began to grind them, Mimi lost all control and screamed in her climax. Yamato went over his edge soon after, hardening even more and eventually releasing in her, pleasure pulsing through him.
Mimi unwrapped her legs and Yamato slowly stepped away from her, both sat on the little space on the bottom of the bathroom floor, breathing heavily. Mimi crawled on him and kissed him on his jaw, before retiring lazily on his chest.
The water seemed to cool down a bit.
"I have to go now. I'm going to propose to her this dinner."
"Tell me how it goes."
"Yeah."
Mimi got off him and Yamato felt a bit dissapointed with the loss of contact with her skin.
"Hope you have a happily ever after."
"Same."
Mimi turned off the shower and head for the towels where she could dry herself off.
"Bye Mimi."
"Bye Yamato."
The true goodbye.