InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Flutter, Little Heart. ❯ Flutter, Little Heart. ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Harmony Sunsinger 
"...Your eyes, which meet mine and demand,
Flutter, little heart, flutter!
And, oh, your skin on my skin.
And, oh, your lips on my lips.
And your heartbeat tangled with my own.
oh, little heart, how you flutter!"
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.09.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 848 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
"...Your eyes, which meet mine and demand,
Flutter, little heart, flutter!
And, oh, your skin on my skin.
And, oh, your lips on my lips.
And your heartbeat tangled with my own.
oh, little heart, how you flutter!"
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.09.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 848 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Flutter, Little Heart.
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and I waited, for you.
for only you.
where I traced out your name on my body,
your eyes refuse to tread.
your eyes, which meet mine and demand,
flutter, little heart, flutter!
and, oh, your skin on my skin.
and, oh, your lips on my lips.
and your heartbeat tangled with my own.
oh, little heart, how you flutter!
and your warmth cools.
and your soft touch hardens.
your face becomes stone,
yet, poor little heart,
look at you flutter.
______________________________________________________________ _________________
And your eyes, boy, as you watch me, they make me unsettle. It's not the eyes themselves; it's the look held in them. They lift me and they set me down in a different place, and it's a place I'm completely lost in. And then I find myself pulled to you, unable to think or understand or even breathe correctly.
It's so strange to me how easily I can find your lips with mine, even while my own eyes are closed, squeezed shut with the moment. As I kiss you, your hands fly over my small frame, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding your fingers carefully through the split in the fabric, finding my soft breasts, cupping them in your hands. And you run your thumb across where you know my nipples are, relishing the amazing nylon feel of my favorite bright yellow bra.
We break apart for one unnoticeable moment as I inhale the sweet air, this air that I've deemed to share with you. You've tasted my near-perfection, and you find yourself wanting more and more. Your rough hands wrap around the back of my throat, the tips of your fingers holding the back of my head, through my long, soft hair.
My palms press against your cheeks, and your kiss is so...
Gentle.
Needing.
Undeniably, ferociously, hungrily, softly, purely, wonderfully, deliciously perfect.
Your murmur my name into my mouth, "Kagome," and I moan as you grasp my hips and pull me up against your body, pinning me there. Your warmth radiates into me, and my poor little heart flutters then, and it takes flight, giving a whole new meaning to the word "butterflies."
It takes me a few more minutes of passionate rubbing and kissing to realize that my shirt is unbuttoned. I start to pull it off, and you stop me without words, taking me up in your arms and sliding my short skirt up my legs, your fingers grazing against my thighs softly. I gasp and my eyes widen when you finger finds my little nub, and you smirk at me as you quickly slip my panties down my long legs, leaving me open to your whims.
As soon as you start rubbing my clit, my back arches a little and I let out a soft noise. Your smirk is gone, I notice barely, as your face disappears between my legs. My hands find your hair without seeing, though, and I grab some of the silver locks in my fists as I feel your tongue playfully tease me. You know that the sensation is mindblowing, as you continue doing it. After the initial squeak of pleasure, I feel something pressing into my aching core, and it fills me only slightly. You pull it out and push it back in, and I know it isn't your cock [which must be as aching as I am, at this point], but it does the trick for now.
The pressure builds, and it's like a roaring in my ears [only in my pelvis]. It builds and it builds, and the fluttering, somehow, is gone. This pressure fills me, all the way to my core, and it rushes downward, exploding in a torrent of warmth and fireworks, and my vision goes red.
Before my vision even returns, you are settling into the position, the cherished spot between my legs. Instinctively, I wrap them around your waist, quietly begging for you.
A quick kiss, and I moan loudly as you slide your thick, stiff cock inside my slick folds. You thrust into me slowly, whispering my name, "Kagome," as you kiss the base of my neck and my collarbone.
As our bodies collide and I feel the pressure start building once more, a single thought breaks through the haze of pleasure: 'He's not a boy. He's a man.'
I let out a guttural moan from deep within my throat as the warmth and fire overcomes me again. You continue thrusting for barely a minute more, releasing your own orgasm with a loud, satisfied grunt.
Panting, you look down at me. Smiling, your eyes tell me, again, and hopefully, for the rest of my life: Flutter, little heart. Always flutter for me.
________________________________________________________________ _______________
and I waited, for you.
for only you.
where I traced out your name on my body,
your eyes refuse to tread.
your eyes, which meet mine and demand,
flutter, little heart, flutter!
and, oh, your skin on my skin.
and, oh, your lips on my lips.
and your heartbeat tangled with my own.
oh, little heart, how you flutter!
and your warmth cools.
and your soft touch hardens.
your face becomes stone,
yet, poor little heart,
look at you flutter.
______________________________________________________________ _________________
And your eyes, boy, as you watch me, they make me unsettle. It's not the eyes themselves; it's the look held in them. They lift me and they set me down in a different place, and it's a place I'm completely lost in. And then I find myself pulled to you, unable to think or understand or even breathe correctly.
It's so strange to me how easily I can find your lips with mine, even while my own eyes are closed, squeezed shut with the moment. As I kiss you, your hands fly over my small frame, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding your fingers carefully through the split in the fabric, finding my soft breasts, cupping them in your hands. And you run your thumb across where you know my nipples are, relishing the amazing nylon feel of my favorite bright yellow bra.
We break apart for one unnoticeable moment as I inhale the sweet air, this air that I've deemed to share with you. You've tasted my near-perfection, and you find yourself wanting more and more. Your rough hands wrap around the back of my throat, the tips of your fingers holding the back of my head, through my long, soft hair.
My palms press against your cheeks, and your kiss is so...
Gentle.
Needing.
Undeniably, ferociously, hungrily, softly, purely, wonderfully, deliciously perfect.
Your murmur my name into my mouth, "Kagome," and I moan as you grasp my hips and pull me up against your body, pinning me there. Your warmth radiates into me, and my poor little heart flutters then, and it takes flight, giving a whole new meaning to the word "butterflies."
It takes me a few more minutes of passionate rubbing and kissing to realize that my shirt is unbuttoned. I start to pull it off, and you stop me without words, taking me up in your arms and sliding my short skirt up my legs, your fingers grazing against my thighs softly. I gasp and my eyes widen when you finger finds my little nub, and you smirk at me as you quickly slip my panties down my long legs, leaving me open to your whims.
As soon as you start rubbing my clit, my back arches a little and I let out a soft noise. Your smirk is gone, I notice barely, as your face disappears between my legs. My hands find your hair without seeing, though, and I grab some of the silver locks in my fists as I feel your tongue playfully tease me. You know that the sensation is mindblowing, as you continue doing it. After the initial squeak of pleasure, I feel something pressing into my aching core, and it fills me only slightly. You pull it out and push it back in, and I know it isn't your cock [which must be as aching as I am, at this point], but it does the trick for now.
The pressure builds, and it's like a roaring in my ears [only in my pelvis]. It builds and it builds, and the fluttering, somehow, is gone. This pressure fills me, all the way to my core, and it rushes downward, exploding in a torrent of warmth and fireworks, and my vision goes red.
Before my vision even returns, you are settling into the position, the cherished spot between my legs. Instinctively, I wrap them around your waist, quietly begging for you.
A quick kiss, and I moan loudly as you slide your thick, stiff cock inside my slick folds. You thrust into me slowly, whispering my name, "Kagome," as you kiss the base of my neck and my collarbone.
As our bodies collide and I feel the pressure start building once more, a single thought breaks through the haze of pleasure: 'He's not a boy. He's a man.'
I let out a guttural moan from deep within my throat as the warmth and fire overcomes me again. You continue thrusting for barely a minute more, releasing your own orgasm with a loud, satisfied grunt.
Panting, you look down at me. Smiling, your eyes tell me, again, and hopefully, for the rest of my life: Flutter, little heart. Always flutter for me.