Fate

Domon: “Long enough to hear you say ‘fuck me harder’, but we didn’t hear whom you were saying it to.”
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Well, this was incredibly boring.

Fuuko sighed and flipped through the channels in her hotel room, yawning and stretching on the bed she was in. She and Tokiya had met Recca and the others at the elevator, and the three invited them both to go out shopping.

“I’ve been dying to go see that new department store down the block!” Recca had squealed like a child.

Fuuko politely declined and said she’d had enough action for one night, and that she wanted to kick back and rest in her room. Tokiya had refused the offer even before it was made, but when she had announced that she wasn’t coming either, Tokiya had given her one look she couldn’t quite comprehend and had suddenly agreed to accompany the other three. So now, she was all alone, watching television with nothing good on it.

“Trust the hotel not to have anything decent on,” she mumbled to herself, and stopped at an adult channel. She curiously watched two lovers getting it on in a car stuck in the freezing cold in the middle of nowhere, and she realized it was a good idea to keep each other warm.

She chuckled amusedly and put it on mute, snuggling comfortably against her pillows.


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“Will you just shut up?”

Tokiya glared at Fuuko out of the corner of his eye, hoping his words would zip her mouth that had been going on and on for hours. Unfortunately, Fuuko was too furious to care.

“No, Mi-chan , I won’t shut up!!! Recca tells us to catch up with him and Yanagi thousands of miles away, and of all the times to screw up, skid out of the deserted road in the outskirts of who-knows-where, and not bring a fucking penny on you, it just had to be now, hadn’t it? And you just had to bang us into this huge pile of snow, hadn’t you? It’s bad enough that I have to catch up to their ski cabin with you, but now we’re stuck in this freezing pile of snow in the middle of nowhere smack in the dead of night, with no communication, no money, no way of hitching a ride on this empty highway, and absolutely no means of getting out of here at all! Just what the heck is wrong with you???”

“It wasn’t as if I planned this to happen!” Tokiya sighed for the hundredth time of saying that line. Fuuko had been yapping the same thing over and over again, and he couldn’t take it. He had to get them out of there. For his own sanity’s sake.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!?” Fuuko screamed at him the moment he laid a hand on the door and opened it.

Tokiya rolled his eyes. “I’m getting us out of here, Oh Queen of Everything. There has to be some sort of convenience store a few miles away.”

“What?!? If you think you’re leaving me here to die, then you—“

“If I had wanted you to die, and believe me, I really do right now—“ Fuuko’s eyes flared at Tokiya’s words, “—then I wouldn’t have offered to give you my jacket that you’re wearing, which, might I add, means that you’re all comfortable while I’m freezing my ass off here. And yet here I am, wanting to walk to a store in this blizzard just so I can get you to a safe place. Thank your gods that even though I so want to slit your throat with my Ensui—if only Yanagi hadn’t brought our Madougus with her—I still want to save you because I’m too nice for my own good. So stay in the car until I get back.” And before Fuuko could even respond, he had gotten out and could soon no longer be seen by Fuuko from inside the car because of all the snow.

It took hours to make Fuuko realize she was actually worried about Tokiya. She swallowed heavily when after she wiped the fog from the windows, she found that she couldn’t even see beyond the vast darkness. The silence struck fear in her, and she realized she was helpless and alone in the middle of nowhere.

She quickly locked the door.

She couldn’t be blamed when she screamed after hearing a rapid rapping on her window. She cleared the fog again and saw Tokiya shivering outside the driver’s seat door.

“What happened?” she spat angrily the moment she let him in. He dusted off the snow on himself and exhaled cold breaths, shivering even more and closing his eyes. “What the hell took you?”

Tokiya flashed her a menacing look. “Walking through this freezing blizzard for god-knows-how-long is no picnic, Fuuko,” he gritted through his teeth. “This was the best I could do so you won’t get dehydrated.”

Fuuko caught the bottle of water he threw at her and gaped at it. Suddenly, all her frustration rose to the surface. “What??? This is it??? You walk all those freakin’ miles for so long and you come back here dead at night and bring me a bottle of water??? What the fucking hell is wrong with you??? Can’t you be fucking useful??? God, and to think you were the best in your dumb class!!! A simple telephone call might have done the trick, but no, god, you just had to bring me a bottle of fucking water, hadn’t you??? You can’t even do anything right!!! I count on you with my life and you can’t even do anything fucking right!!! How the hell are we ever gonna get out of here??? You’re just going to let us die out here, aren’t you??? You’re just gonna—“

Fuuko’s eyes widened when she was suddenly silenced by Tokiya’s harsh and freezing lips on hers, and for a moment everything stopped and she couldn’t think straight. When her senses finally came along, she pushed him away just seconds after he himself pulled back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing???”

Tokiya looked back at her shocked eyes expressionlessly, like nothing had just happened, like he hadn’t just complicated their friendship with the contact of his lips. “You wouldn’t shut up,” he grumbled monotonously. “Get some sleep.” And he heartlessly snuggled back to his now-reclined seat, turning his back to her. Within seconds, the car finally fell silent.

Fuuko watched the steady rise and fall of his back, still in unexplainable shock. Finally, after what seemed like hours of processing what had just happened, she shook her head to clear away her thoughts and reclined her own seat to sleep as well.

Subconsciously, instead of getting angry at him, she actually touched her lips and smiled.
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Her body had been shivering for hours. She had no idea how long she’d fallen asleep freezing, but now, she was suddenly comfortable again. Not only did she stop shivering, she somehow felt a certain weight on top of her.

She opened her eyes.

Tokiya was pushing himself away from her, and to her horror, she saw that his upper body was naked.

She was just about to react violently, but one look at his polo shirt draped comfortably over her made her realize that he’d just stripped, exposing himself to the deathly cold, to keep her warm.

And that just about did it.

Tokiya caught her gaze and cocked his eyebrow nonchalantly, stopping in mid-motion from pushing himself back. “What?”

Fuuko swallowed. “Mi-chan, I…”

When Tokiya began to frown, she immediately straightened up and pushed her lips hungrily onto his. Tokiya pushed her away the instant she made contact. “Damn it, Fuuko!!!”

But she was gazing, mesmerized, at his soft, trembling lips. “It’s just like you said…I can’t seem to…shut up—“ And she kissed him hungrily again, this time sliding her hand down his tensed abs. She felt him take a sharp intake of breath, and when she pushed her tongue into his mouth, she commended herself for making him groan.

She continued to run her fingers all over his torso, and when she let go of his lips and began licking his neck, she heard him breathe out weakly, “Fuuko…what are you…”

She straightened up to nibble his earlobes and saw to her delight that his eyes were now closing in pleasure at what she was doing to him. “I want you to pound me…” she whispered in her most seductive tone, letting her fingers move dangerously lower, “…pleasure me…” she gingerly ran her fingers over his waist, “…make me scream your name…” she teasingly brushed lightly over the bulge in his pants, and when he gasped, she said, “…in other words, Tokiya…I want you to fuck me.”

Tokiya moaned when she dove into his pants and grabbed his erection, and she moaned all the same because at that instant, he immediately pounced on her and released his animal lust.
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Tokiya stroke her bare legs lightly under the covers, slowly moving upwards towards her inner thigh. He grinned as he watched her wiggle in the darkness of her room, oblivious to his attempts in her sleep. He licked his lips, pushed his fingers into her velvety womanhood, and thanked the heavens that Fuuko slept in the nude.

At the pleasurable touch that he gave, Fuuko immediately sat up, gasping in her wake. But when she saw Tokiya sitting by her bedside, topless, grinning, and fingering her, she immediately threw herself at him and kissed him hungrily. She moaned as he dove his fingers deeper, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her breasts up against his chest and making him moan as well.

She spread her legs wider and leaned her head back as Tokiya roughly devoured her neck, making her close her eyes in pleasure. “Oh god…yes…” When Tokiya moved to her breasts, however, it clicked a switch. “Wait…” she breathed out weakly. “Mi-chan…Y-Yanagi…might come back…any…second…” she said in between pants.

“Damn it…” Tokiya murmured against her aroused nipples. “Why did you both have to share a room in this stupid cabin…”

Fuuko’s hands automatically moved down to undo his pants, even as she tried to stop what they were doing. “Your…room…”

“Can’t…wait…that long—“ Tokiya groaned when she started giving him a handjob. He removed his now incredibly wet fingers from her vagina and began to position her.

“Bathroom,” Fuuko breathed out before they kissed hungrily, and Tokiya grabbed her butt and carried her, stumbling backwards towards the bathroom since their eyes were both closed from kissing. The moment they got inside, Tokiya pinned her against the door and it slammed shut, and without wasting a second, he rammed his erect cock into her wetness. Fuuko moaned out loud, leaning her head against the door.

Tokiya groaned as he increased his pace, grinding Fuuko against the door and hearing her wet breasts slapping vigorously against each other and onto his sweating chest as he rammed hard into her. Fuuko screamed his name over and over again with his every thrust, each time more throatily and prolonged which only made it even more arousing to Tokiya.

“Fuuko—“ he moaned out loud and buried his face into her breasts, shooting out all his juices into her as she orgasmed just the same. “God, Mi-chan…fuck me again—“ It was after she moaned her last juice out that they heard an uncertain knock on the bathroom door. “Er…Fuuko…? Are you…um…alright in there…?”

Their eyes widened and Tokiya clapped a hand to his mouth to suppress his pants, and they both stopped slamming against the closed door.

“Er…um…I-I’m okay, Yanagi-san…I’m just…er…doing…you know…” All the blood rushed to Fuuko’s face as she hoped Yanagi only thought she was masturbating…and fantasizing about Tokiya. Perhaps she’d explain everything to Yanagi later.

“Oh! Ahm…o-okay then…just…clean up after you’re done, o-okay…?” Yanagi said awkwardly, and they heard her footsteps walking away towards the bed. Fuuko sighed and looked back at Tokiya, who was suppressing not only his heavy pants, but now also his laughter. Fuuko grinned despite her heaving breasts and kissed his forehead, spent after their orgasm. “You think that was funny, Mr. Barging-Into-Our-Room-In-The-Middle-Of-The-Night-Because-You’re-Horny-For-My-Sex?” Fuuko whispered, grinning. She pushed him away from her and released her vaginal walls around his staff, and she shoved him back to make him sit on the closed toilet bowl. Tokiya grinned and licked his lips at her, knowing fully well what her intentions were.

She instantly grabbed his hard dick and shoved it into her wetness, riding him with all the force she could muster. Her boobs bounced furiously up and down, and she groaned even louder, forgetting that Yanagi was just a wall away.

“Oh god…you’re so hard and wet inside me—“ She shut her eyes and threw her head back, sweating profusely as Tokiya bit his lip to keep from moaning. Fuuko grunted louder and louder, and when Tokiya shoved his face into her glistening breast to mumble that he was cumming, Fuuko hugged his head tighter. “Mi-chan!!!” and she came furiously.

The moment it was all over, she shivered and panted, “I want you so badly…I want you to pound me and hammer me over and over again…”

Tokiya whispered huskily with his eyes half-closed, “Don’t you think I want you to scream my name all night…?” He began licking her nipples. “Can’t you make Yanagi go away…so that I can fuck you in my room…”

“I can’t, baby…this is her room, too…more…” She hugged Tokiya’s head to her aching breast. “Oh god your tongue feels so good…”

Tokiya continued to slide his hands all over her sweating body, taking in the fullness of her plump breast as she panted. “I heard…a door…click…” Tokiya breathed out between licks.

Fuuko groaned as she reluctantly pulled away from Tokiya and walked towards the bathroom door, her knees wobbling from all the action. She opened the door ajar and peeked into the dark room, smiling as she realized Yanagi had left. She turned back to Tokiya and found him jacking off as his eyes traveled down to her womanly juices trickling deliciously down her smooth wet thighs. Fuuko grinned. “Like what you see, baby? Because there’s more where that came from, and the bed is all ours…all night—“

She wasn’t even able to finish her sentence because Tokiya immediately sprang at her and shoved his now erect staff into her behind and she cried out his name in pain and unexplainable delight.

Fuuko moaned and stumbled out the door, and Tokiya pounded her ass until she slammed against the wall of her room, hearing nothing but the splashing of their cum as Tokiya drove in and out of her. “Oh god…!” she grabbed Tokiya’s hands and led them to her breasts, screaming at him to thrust deeper and faster.

“Fuuko…!” Tokiya bit into her nape and pulled out as loads of his juices spilled out all over her smooth back and his glistening abs, and Fuuko moaned at the shower of his cum. She instantly turned to face him and rammed his still spewing cock into her vagina, leaning against the wall and grabbing his hips closer to her crotch. “Fill me, Mi-chan!!!”

Tokiya then pumped in and out of her even as he continued to orgasm, his semen exploding messily onto Fuuko’s front and her bouncing shiny breasts each time he withdrew. Their bodies splashed with Tokiya’s every ram, and Fuuko moaned louder with every penetration. Finally, when she began to explode as well, Tokiya withdrew and carried her exploding treasure to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around her swollen clit and drinking every squirt of her juices. Fuuko grabbed his hair and screamed until her throat hurt, and after she was spent, Tokiya was hard again.

“Don’t stop…” she cried out and Tokiya pushed her down the bed and shoved his staff inside her over and over again. Fuuko lifted her legs high up into the air and Tokiya grunted with every thrust, their speed now growing as their sweaty bodies splashed noisily and the bed squeaked like hell.

“So…tight…ugh…!” Tokiya pulled Fuuko’s hips roughly against his and came. Fuuko screamed and rolled her head, screaming in pleasure. It was then that the door to their room burst open, and there stood Yanagi with her eyes wide, Domon and Recca by her side.

And still the two of them didn’t stop bouncing on the bed. Fuuko panted and moaned even louder, and she grinned when she caught sight of the bulges in Recca and Domon’s pajamas. She eagerly pushed Tokiya off her, the two of them still cumming and spewing their juices messily all over each other, and she went down on all fours and Tokiya knew he had to take her from behind.

“Tokiya!!! Fuck me harder!!!”

“Fuuko?”

Yanagi had called her name by the door, but she couldn’t stop…she didn’t want to stop. Recca and Domon were both staring at her, and she realized Tokiya had suddenly stopped fucking her.


She blinked to clear her eyesight and realized in horror that she had been dreaming a very naughty dream indeed, with Yanagi, Recca, and Domon gaping at her by the door to her hotel room. The glow from the television set was still flashing scenes of naked bodies pounding each other, and her own fingers were buried deep into her soaking crotch.

She instantly sat up and pulled her legs closed, withdrawing her dripping hand from her pussy in sheer embarrassment.

“So this is why you didn’t want to come with us!” Recca bellowed out, grinning from ear to ear, making Fuuko blush more than she already was. Yanagi nudged her fiancé in annoyance, but Fuuko couldn’t help but notice a similarly mischievous smile on her face. Domon was just plain shocked.

“Er…how long have you guys been standing there?” she asked sheepishly, quickly shutting off the television.

“Long enough to hear you say ‘fuck me harder’, but we didn’t hear whom you were saying it to,” Domon replied indignantly. Fuuko knew he had a steady girlfriend now, but still, Domon was as concerned for her as ever. Of course, that wasn’t the issue now. Heaven only knew how grateful she was that Tokiya himself hadn’t walked in on her along with the others.

Speaking of whom…

“Where’s Mi-chan?”

Yanagi raised her eyebrows suspiciously at her, which she returned with as innocent a smile as she could muster. “He’s at the lobby, taking care of a few registration procedures. He’ll be up in a minute.”

“Oh,” Fuuko cleared her throat and rolled herself off the bed. “Could you guys leave me in my room for a bit? I’ll just…er…clean up.”

“Of course,” Domon replied curtly, his tone telling her he was still upset with her and that he wanted an explanation whenever she was ready. He turned around and tugged a grinning Hanabishi out the door, Yanagi giving her a final look of concern before following the two gentlemen. The moment the door closed shut, she sped into the bathroom and shed her skirt. Pulling down her pink silk panties a bit, she inspected the damage she’d done. Absolutely wet. She sighed and slid off her underwear completely, grabbing a commercial shirt provided by the hotel from the hamper. She pulled her blouse over her head and wore the big shirt instead, tossing her blouse and her cum-filled panties in the laundry basket. She’ll have to wash them later.

She turned on the faucet and leaned onto the sink for a while, listening to the water gushing out from the tube. She sighed again. A wet dream, with Tokiya in it? Where had that come from? She lowered herself and splashed some water on her face, trying to shake off the memory of the pleasure she’d felt. She should have known it was a dream. Tokiya would never in his life act that way, like a savage, sex-crazed maniac who would stop at nothing to shag her. She’d always known him to be a perfect gentleman, and she knew he must be just as respectful in bed. He wouldn’t be as hungry and ravenous and wild and forceful as he was in her dream…nor as passionate and hot and intense and incredibly pleasurable…

Fuuko doused herself with water again as she felt all the warmth of her blood rush to her face. Why had she dreamed of him in such a naughty way? And there was a certain urgency and craving to it too…like they were both insatiable animals who could no longer hold back carnal desires that had been kept for years.

Did she have a carnal desire for him? Did she long for the feeling of his lithe body against hers, his masculine lips all over her delicate form, his musky scent filling her senses, the heat in his breath enticing her, his naked sex hot and throbbing inside her velvet void? Tokiya was, after all, a god with clothes…and without them, he would be…

“Divine…” she found herself breathing out weakly, as thoughts of her dirty dream flashed by her mind once more. She bit her lip and started growing wet again, when she heard a short knock on her door and in a second, it was opened with a creak.

She frowned. Who knocks and doesn’t wait for an answer before barging right in? She was just about to step out of the bathroom, when she realized the answer to her supposedly rhetorical question. Oh god, she frantically grabbed her wet panties and pulled them on again, not wanting to be caught dead by the object of her wet dream without any underwear.

Tokiya looked around the empty room and noticed a small wet spot on the mattress beside the remote control. He blinked. Wasn’t drinking inside the room prohibited by one of the weirdly strict rules of this hotel? He shook his head, remembering that this was Fuuko’s room, and that she was never much of a rule abider anyway.

“Fuuko?” He called out, figuring she was in the bathroom. “Sorry for intruding, but you left your—“

He stopped short when she emerged from the bathroom and he saw to both his horror and delight that she wasn’t wearing anything but a t-shirt. God, why now? He bit his lip as his eyes traveled once again to her satin smooth skin where the shirt ended just below her crotch. He felt a familiar twitch in his pants, and pushed the memory of what just happened earlier that night away from his thoughts.

“What’s up?” she beamed bubbly up at him, looking like she just crawled out of bed. And Tokiya couldn’t find anyone who looked any sexier.

He cleared his throat and reached into his pocket for the object he had come here for. “Your ring. I found it in my pocket just now. It must have slipped in there when you were—“ playing with my thigh, he finished inwardly. Normally, he wouldn’t have had any trouble being as blunt as can be when it came to things like this, but Fuuko had been playing tricks with his mind a little bit too much tonight.

Fortunately, Fuuko seemed to understand what he was trying to say. “Oh right!” She giggled again and swooped the ring from his open palm. “It’s a lucky charm,” she slipped it into a slender ring finger. “Thanks, Mi-chan.”

“Right.” Tokiya turned around and started to leave, wanting to get the hell away from Fuuko as soon as he could, but she grabbed his arm and tugged him towards her. “C’mon, Mi-chan, stay awhile. Let’s play some games or something. It’s so boring.”

What kinds of games? He wanted to ask, his mind running thoughts that shouldn’t even be there in the first place. “I thought you said you had enough action for one night. Get some sleep, Fuuko.”

“Nah, I changed my mind,” she said, and let go of his arm to crawl into bed. At her movement, Tokiya’s breath got caught in his throat as he was given the privilege of a little peek at what’s beneath her big shirt, and he found that her pink panties had two tones to it—a darker shade down where the opening of her hole was. Wet. Incredibly wet. His mind immediately flew to the wet spot on the mattress, and then to the remote control. What the hell had Fuuko been watching while he was away with the three?

Suddenly, the air around her room became too thick, as the image of Fuuko writhing in bed, naked, moaning, panting, sweating…one hand twisting a pink aroused nipple and another hand buried deep where he’d been wanting to shove his member all night long…

“Sorry, Fuuko. I’m too tired tonight. Maybe next time,” he made a beeline for the door before she could stop him, and before her current position, sprawled on the bed waiting for him, formed any more sexual fantasies in his head. He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, practically running to get inside his own room, away from the sexuality exuding from his friend.

He couldn’t believe how weak she was making him feel.