Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction ❯ Necessary Roughness ❯ Necessary Roughness ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Mirage of Blaze. Oh well…

 

Warnings: Lemon: M/ “F” /M (Naoe/Yoshiaki x Haruie/Ayako x Kagetora/Takaya), anal, threesome (obviously), double penetration, some roughness (consensual - she likes it!), language, OOCness, AU

 

My first lemon. Please be gentle in your reviews!

 

For the sake of this fic, I'll say that Takaya is currently 18, Ayako is 23, and Naoe is 28.

 

READ THIS FIRST - I think the way this happens is that Takaya and Ayako are together. Ayako likes it rough, and Takaya is too gentle for her taste. Ayako knows that Naoe knows what she likes, so she wants him to show Takaya how it's done. Ayako knows that Naoe wants Kagetora (and Kagetora wants Naoe, even if he won't admit it), so she offers him the next best thing…

 

Necessary Roughness

 

“All right. Hurry up and hide in that closet. Hurry! He'll be here soon!” Ayako whispered to Naoe. She was dressed in her “little black dress” and Naoe was in his typical uniform: a business suit.

 

It couldn't have been more than a few seconds after Naoe stuffed himself in the closet that Takaya walked in the door, not bothering to knock. You wouldn't know that he was such a gentle lover the way he just barged in without knocking. And the way his temper flared over the least little thing. And how rude he was to women…

 

“Ayako! Where is the remote? You stupid woman! How many times have I told you…” Takaya had started one of his rants, but stopped when he saw the vision in front of him.

 

Ayako was in her “little black dress” - the dress that every woman was supposed to have. The one that drove men crazy. This one in particular always got Takaya's attention. The thin straps caressed her shoulders. The neckline formed a v that extended down between her breasts. The fabric hugged and accentuated her curves. The satiny material was shiny even in the dim light. It clung to her hips and ass like a second skin. It skimmed down her legs to end at mid-thigh.

 

She was taller than usual, thanks to the strappy, spike-heeled shoes she wore. Her hair was down, the blond waves falling past her shoulders. Her generous breasts nearly spilled out of the dress and she had her hip cocked at a jaunty angle, her hand resting gently on the curve it made.

 

Takaya watched breathlessly as she sauntered and sashayed her way toward him. He exhaled swiftly when she reached out to caress the bulge in his pants. His member leaped at the touch and his body jerked as he restrained himself from jumping her right there.

 

Satisfied with the effect she'd had on him, she stepped back, smiled invitingly and gestured toward the bed. He nodded dumbly. She turned around slowly, making sure her hair swung just so. When she heard him suck in a breath, she smiled and started walking slowly toward the bed, her hips swaying, the fabric riding up a little. But not enough to reveal what she was wearing underneath.

 

Takaya watched in fascination as her dress revealed a few more precious inches of her long, well-muscled legs as she walked. He shook slightly when she bent over the bed to smooth the cover, finally revealing her underclothes. Or lack thereof…

 

He couldn't control his reaction just then. He didn't know how she would react. He'd never even thought about doing it until just that second. He took a few steps, reached out and slapped her ass. He was surprised when instead of a swift slap to the face like he had been expecting he got a moan in response.

 

She leaned over the bed, lifting her ass higher into the air in anticipation. She was surprised and disappointed when, instead of another slap, she got a gentle caress. She swallowed her disappointment and moaned as his hands skimmed down her sensitive thighs and rubbed circles behind her knees.

 

He took another step or two closer, until he was right behind her, his cloth-covered erection rubbing teasingly against her derriere. She shivered and pushed back against him and was disappointed again when he stepped back and gently turned her to face him.

 

His hands drew light circles over her temples, down her cheeks, finally settling on her full, red lips. He leaned over, almost painfully slowly, to place a soft kiss on her trembling lips. Instead of devouring her hungrily like she wanted, he tentatively flicked his tongue out to trace the entrance to that warm cavern. She opened her mouth impatiently, but he still insisted on taking it slow.

 

His tongue caressed her lower lip before slowly entering and dancing slowly with hers. Takaya brought his hands to the hem of her dress to slowly pull it up and reveal her soft, warm body. His hands barely touched her as he brought it over her thighs, hips, and waist. He stopped for a second to gently cup and stroke her mound.

 

She melted into his touch, but he barely lingered. He pulled her dress above her head while she lifted her arms. With one barrier out of the way, she decided it was time to undress Takaya.

 

She batted her eyelashes at him and pushed him away from her naked form before pulling him back to swing him around so his back was to the bed. She grinned at him and started to torture him like he had her.

 

She reached out to gently caress his jaw, but pulled back when he leaned into her touch. She smirked when he pouted slightly, revealing his full lower lip. She leaned toward him quickly, startling him so much that he opened his mouth and started falling backwards. She followed his descent and covered his mouth with her own, forgetting about how much she wanted to tease him. She fell on top of him, his legs spread with her between them, and she ground against his jean-covered groin.

 

He moaned at the sudden onslaught of sensations and she ground against him harder, leaving a small damp spot. Then she stood up, trying to regain her composure. He complained with a slight whine that she found utterly charming. She loved it when he begged her.

 

She pulled him back up and swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, barely caring whether he was cooperative or not. She grabbed for his hips to take his pants off, but he danced out of her reach. She growled and grabbed for his hips again, easily overcoming his resistance through underhanded tactics. She brushed against his erection. He leaned into her touch and she grasped the zipper of his jeans to strip him. He didn't complain this time.

 

Once he was unzipped, she realized she hadn't unbuttoned them (damn modern clothes!) and quickly remedied the situation. This time, he was the impatient one as he stepped away from her to quickly remove his pants, underwear, shoes, and socks. She sighed when he straightened again, revealing his naked form.

 

Since he was Japanese he wasn't very tall, but he was built well. His shoulders were broad, but not overly. His chest and arms were all hard muscle without being bulky. His waist was narrow and his legs were strong. His cock jutted out proudly from above his hairless balls.

 

He had a particular glint in his eye as he stalked toward her. She backed up toward the bed in mock fear. He grinned at the game and let his smile grow hard. She felt a delicious shiver go up her spine at the sight of that dangerous little smirk.

 

He walked toward her until the backs of her legs were against the bed. Then he pushed her down, finally getting serious. He kissed her hard on the lips, nearly bruising her, but it wasn't enough for her. She opened her legs wide and squirmed until her arms were at his hips. She attempted to grab his cock and guide it to her, but he stopped her.

 

“You're not ready yet.” He said. He kissed her again as he fondled her breasts, lightly skimming along the undersides and just brushing the tips of her nipples. She huffed slightly, but let him continue to tease her, getting her more and more ready. More and more wet. She tentatively lifted her hips to brush her moist entrance against his erection, but he pulled away from her as soon as he felt her shifting.

 

He pulled away again and wagged his finger at her with a roguish wink. Then he licked that finger and skimmed it down her chest. She arched toward him, but he stopped. Learning her lesson, she let herself fall onto the bed and let him continue. He started from the top, brushing against the pulse beating furiously at the base of her neck. Then he put his finger back into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly. He dragged it over her taut nipples and watched her fight not to squirm.

 

Taking pity on her, he went a little quicker. He rubbed his hand over the flat plain of her stomach, not stopping when she arched against him again. He flicked his finger tip against her clit and smiled when she opened her mouth wide and stifled a scream by biting her own fist.

 

He finally did what she wanted. He slipped a finger into her entrance, smiling as she trembled inside and out. He thrust the finger inside and out a few times, making sure she really was ready. Then he positioned himself over her.

 

She opened her legs wide and grabbed his hips, pulling him to her desperately, but letting him guide himself toward her waiting entrance. He slowly entered her, making her squirm with arousal and frustration. When she couldn't wait anymore, she wrapped her legs around him and used her powerful thighs to pull him in, impaling herself on him as hard as she could. They both moaned loud and long. Neither heard the door open behind them…

 

TBC…

 

Author's Note: Dedicated to my boyfriend, who puts up with me and my fanfic reading and writing obsession. You know you are better than any two guys put together, right?