Fate

Fuuko: “Shut up, give in for once, and let’s finally do what we both want.”
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Fuuko couldn’t understand herself. Even after she’d tried to avoid him for the past year, his memory always seemed to haunt her wherever she went, whatever she did. The way his eyes burned with lust and desire for her…the way his manly sweat invigorated her senses…the blissful way she responded to his warm touch…the way she erupted with a lustful passion whenever his tongue tasted her…she couldn’t get enough. No matter how many men she’d tried to be with to forget him, she always ended up fantasizing about him in her sleep at the end of every day.

She knew he was out of reach now. It had been a full year since their reunion where they both almost did what they hadn’t thought of doing before. That night when Recca and Domon almost ripped Tokiya’s throat out, she rushed to catch up with him when he left. She wanted to tell him she’d made up her mind, that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She wanted to taste him, feel him, have him pin her down on her bed and make love to her until she screamed her orgasm in pure bliss. She knew there was nothing she wanted more.

Only, she reached the hotel bar and found him pinning someone else. A twenty-something blond lady whose moan of “Oh yes” was more than Fuuko could handle. She dashed away out of sight and out of earshot, repacking her things and leaving without saying goodbye to anyone.

It had been a year.

A full year of regretting turning him down that night. A full year of craving for his naked body, steaming and sweating beside her on her empty bed.

She knew she was a fool. She couldn’t let it go.

And now, he was coming back to haunt her again, if not to taunt her for the opportunity she’d passed up that cursed night. Why was he here at the Art Foundation Gala? How could he just show up in that hot little black coat and tie, his silky silver tresses still in that adorable high ponytail she’d known so well? How could he just walk around, parading in front of her like he didn’t have a care in the world? How could he still be as hot and sexy as he was last year, when they’d ripped off each other’s towels at the men’s shower room?

Why couldn’t he just leave her sexual sanity alone?

Fuuko hastily put her wine glass down and she stood up, adjusting her dress. Whatever his reason was for unusually appearing in a social event as this, she didn’t want to stick around and find out. She could hardly control her urges for him without him looking extremely sex-worthy in his formal attire tonight.

It was just her luck, though, that when she turned abruptly to head for the hall exit, his eyes swiveled and caught sight of her. She froze in her spot, unable to move as he focused his entire attention on her, and she almost blushed with the heat of his stare. It was like he was looking at her hot and writhing form again when he sucked at her clit that fateful night. Fuuko almost wanted to run to him and rid him of all his clothes right then, if he hadn’t broken their eye contact and headed for the exit. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Fuuko was devastated. She knew she had wanted to leave, but now that Tokiya was gone again, she realized she didn’t want him to be. She needed him; she wanted him. She couldn’t live her life without him.

She sped out the exit into the open parking lot, its wide empty space letting the cool night breeze sweep by her shivering body. She’d forgotten to retrieve her coat, but she sure as hell didn’t care. The rich sounds of the orchestra from the banquet faded away as she closed the hall doors behind her, and all she could hear now were the songs of the crickets that echoed into the night. She spotted Tokiya making his way to a black sedan not far from her. She knew he’d heard her footsteps following him, but he didn’t seem to want to turn around. If he was ignoring her, she wouldn’t let him. She wouldn’t let him slip away from her fingers this time, not when she finally knew what she wanted.

“Mi-chan!” she called out, noting a sense of urgency and pleading in her own tone. She couldn’t believe how she craved for him, and pathetic as her voice sounded, she didn’t care. “Matte yo!” she yelled, running up to him as fast as her heels could take her. He kept on walking, but it wasn’t long until she reached him right beside his car. She grabbed his arm to make him turn around, but he jerked it away.

“What the hell are you doing here, Fuuko?” he snapped, his back to her. “If you’ve come to celebrate the anniversary of how you made a fool of me, I would rather pass.”

Fuuko watched as he reached into his pocket to pull out his keys, and knew he wasn’t going to give her time to apologize. He was obviously still mad at her and wanted to get as far away from her as possible, but she didn’t want that to happen. Not now. Not ever again.

Without a word, she spun him around to face her with all the force she had, and with the stunned look on his face, she tiptoed and roughly claimed his lips with hers, pushing him against his car. She closed her eyes and heard him drop his keys on the cold cement ground with a clang, and she wound her arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. God…how amazing he tasted…she couldn’t believe she had refused to kiss him when he’d pounced at her in the shower room. Tokiya, however, wasn’t responding at all to her, and to her dismay, she felt him grab her shoulders and push her away.

Her disappointment didn’t last long, though, because as soon as Tokiya broke free from her kiss, he bent down and kissed her himself, a tender, gentle kiss. Fuuko closed her eyes again and felt every part of her melting away, as he nibbled her lips softly and licked his way inside her with gentle laps. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt, him kissing her without the urgency and the hunger that they’d shown each other before. She knew what he was telling her…she knew what he wanted her to know. He respected her and treated her like a woman, not like some sexual toy he could just devour whenever he was hungry. He wanted whatever this was between them to be something…not as meaningless as the raw animal desires he’d had for her back then. Fuuko even noticed that he wasn’t touching her at all, just kissing her…kissing her like he meant it. She couldn’t find anything sweeter.

Fuuko’s eyes were welling up with tears by the time he pulled away. She didn’t know what to tell him. He was looking at her with serious turquoise eyes that bore into her very soul, and she felt like she didn’t deserve a man like him. She didn’t deserve him at all.

“A lot of things have changed, Fuuko,” he said, his eyes still not leaving hers, “including my feelings. I don’t know what the hell it is about you, but I don’t want to see you hurt no matter how much I want you. I can’t fool around with you whenever you’re in the mood. So if you don’t want anything to happen between us, please, let me walk away from this…from you.”

Fuuko couldn’t be more shocked. There was a certain weakness in his voice…a vulnerability she didn’t know Tokiya had all these years. She was obviously breaking down his barriers that he’d put up around him all his life, and he was weakening. Little did he know that Fuuko felt exactly the same way.

“Tokiya…” she whispered, reaching up to cup his cold cheek. Tokiya watched as she leaned in close, until her breath tickled his ear and she breathed, “I want you more than anything else in this world. So I have a plea, too…” she reached down to squeeze the bulge in his pants, “Shut up, give in for once, and let’s finally do what we both want.”

She pressed her body onto his forcefully, kissing him and pushing him back against the car with a thud. Tokiya closed his eyes and moaned into her mouth, inhaling her scent and everything he’d always wanted about her. His hands immediately crawled to her back to zip down her little black dress until it fell down in a heap on the ground, and Fuuko gasped into him as the wind sent goose bumps through her bare skin. His hands traveled down to the small of her back, and he pulled her hips towards his, feeling her warmth beneath her panties. Fuuko moaned and he turned them over, pinning her against the cold car metal.

He let go of her lips and ran his wet tongue down her throat, Fuuko titling her head and entangling her fingers in his hair to shake his ponytail loose. He continued to lick her, and he breathed into her skin, “Do you want me, Fuuko?”

Fuuko moaned when he bit into her neck as soon as he said this, and she gasped, “Yes…”

“Say it,” he demanded, and his hand reached down to pinch a rock-hard nipple through the fabric of her bra. “I want to hear you say it,” he squeezed her right breast forcefully, and Fuuko arched her back.

“I want you,” she moaned weakly, her eyes rolling shut when Tokiya lowered his head and bit the nipple he was pinching. His other hand ripped her bra off, allowing his tongue access to her painfully aroused tips. “Say my name,” he said, swirling his tongue around her nipple, flicking it here and there to tease her. She pulled his head closer to her breast, panting out, “I want you, Tokiya…”

“Louder!” he growled and sucked forcefully on her waiting mound. Fuuko arched her back again and moaned out loud, “I want you, Tokiya!!!”

He smirked against her sweating skin. “Good.” He grinded his covered erection against her soaking panties and she moaned out loud, glad she’d obeyed his demands. He then transferred to her other breast and gave it the same attention he gave the other one. Fuuko squirmed against the car, purring as his hand stroke her cloth-covered crotch. She was growing wetter by the second, and she knew he was aware of how he was affecting her. She wiggled to close her legs, but he used a knee to keep her legs wide open, grinding her dripping crotch with it. Fuuko moaned out his name and he started stroking her faster, her crotch burning with anticipation. He found her clit and pinched it through the silk underwear, and when he began to rub it while still sucking on her mounds, Fuuko banged her head back on the car in frustration and delight.

“Mi-chan…!!!” she gasped. Her juices began to seep through her underwear, and she couldn’t believe how fast she was reaching the verge of her orgasm when he hadn’t even really touched her yet. Sweating heavily, she pulled his face off her breasts and kissed him hungrily, sending him her plea that she couldn’t say out loud. Unfortunately, Tokiya seemed to be enjoying playing her as his slave this time, because he broke off the kiss and raised an eyebrow at her, as if to challenge her to tell him what she wanted as he continued to stroke her. Fuuko groaned in pleasure when his fingers found her hole and started plunging only halfway through because of her underwear, and this time, she couldn’t hold back the cum that started to trickle down her inner thighs.

She shut her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent moan when he quickened his pace, and she knew she couldn’t take it—she had to feel him. Now. “Mi-chan, please…” she moaned, “touch me…!”

He immediately shoved the fabric aside and plunged two fingers into her already dripping hole, making her cry out his name in satisfaction. He pumped into and out of her as she frantically opened his black coat. She pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his white polo shirt, digging her fingers into his pectorals. Tokiya let out a small gasp of pain as her nails left ten red marks down his chest, and he kissed her roughly, fingering her even harder. Fuuko wrapped a slender leg around his waist and groaned into him, because at that moment, she finally convulsed and released her overflowing cum all over his fingers and down her creamy thighs. She continued to shiver even after Tokiya pulled his fingers out, tore away her panties, and he pulled back from her kiss to lick his fingers clean of her juices. This aroused Fuuko even more and she tore his clothes from his sweating body, licking her lips as his perfect torso was exposed to her.

She leaned forward to lick away the red trails she’d left on his chest, her knees trembling as her orgasm came to a halt. Her fingers found their way to his belt, but she wasted no time in taking it off. Instead, she immediately proceeded to unzip him, finding a way around his boxers. When she finally succeeded in freeing his manhood, she hungrily bent down to lick him, but he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, slamming her against the car again. He grabbed both her breasts and Fuuko barely even had time to yell, “Oh yes” when he claimed her lips fervently. He molested her until her breasts hurt, then he heaved her up with a strong lift, eliciting a delighted gasp from her. She loved how delicate and frail she was in his strong presence, and she felt him wrap both her legs around his waist. Once she was straddling him, she barely had time to register his tip touching her wet hole when he suddenly thrust his manhood into her.

“Kami!!!” Fuuko pulled away from the kiss and arched her head at the extreme pleasure of his throbbing length inside her velvety folds. Finally! She thought blissfully, her eyes rolling shut. She contracted her muscles around him, adjusting to his size and his hardness, making him groan at her pulsations. She opened her eyes to find his steely gaze burning in desire at her, his look wild and dangerous and incredibly erotic to her. She found herself tingling with excitement and lust, and she cupped his face just as he withdrew and thrust into her again in one fluid motion.

“Mi-chan!!!” Fuuko cried out his name throatily, and he began to penetrate her with slow, rhythmic thrusts. She moaned with every penetration, her sweat pouring out, mixing beautifully with his. Her breathing labored, she panted out her every pleasure, constantly whimpering out his name into the empty parking lot. She watched as his muscles contracted when he began to pump her harder, and she bucked her hips to meet him halfway, banging against the car with loud thuds. She was too busy staring at his magnificently glistening face that she didn’t realize he had lifted her off the car, carrying her whole weight as he bounced her against his throbbing staff. Fuuko grabbed hard onto his chiseled shoulders when she felt her orgasm growing, and her full breasts bounced up and down and against each other as Tokiya continued to pound her harder.

“Oh, Mi-chan…it feels so good—uuh!!!” She bit her lip and wasn’t able to finish her sentence because Tokiya had shoved a breast into his mouth again, sucking at her hard. She bucked her hips more forcefully now, the fire where they were pounding each other intensifying. Tokiya grunted against her bosom and she knew he was about to cum as well. Her pants grew louder, her moans grew longer, until finally, she closed her eyes, leaned back so much that Tokiya had to support the small of her back with his hand, and cried out his name at the top of her lungs. She thought she saw stars at the back of her eyes and she quivered incredibly, her pleasure overwhelming her down to the tips of her toes. God…he was even more incredible than she’d fantasized him to be…better than her description to Yanagi, better than any of her dreams!

Her fingers dug into his back as he went on to fuck her rapidly, until he groaned against her breasts and she felt wave after wave of his essence streaming into her womb. She felt both their cum mixing and gushing out to her stomach and inner thighs around his waist, and trickling down to his black slacks. There was too much pleasure locked within the two of them that it just had to be let out this violently. They both shuddered out the last of their juices, until Tokiya leaned back weakly against the car, panting heavily.

Fuuko looked down at him when he lifted his face from her chest to look at her, and she smiled at his exhausted face, kissing his forehead. She let out a soft purr when he in turn kissed both her erect nipples with popping sounds, and, still carrying her, he grabbed his keys on the floor and opened the door to the back seat. He laid them both down and shut the door behind him, withdrawing his limp staff from within her only to lay on top of her, kissing her again.

She loved how he couldn’t get enough of her, and she obviously hadn’t had enough of him yet either. She had a feeling she never would.

She giggled as strands of his long silver hair dangled down and tickled her, and she grabbed his shoulders and instantly rolled them over so that Tokiya was on his back. His eyes widened at her sudden strength, him still not recovering from having carried her whole weight while he hammered her. Fuuko licked her lips and gave him a naughty smile. The two of them still panting, their shallow breaths encased inside the silent car, Fuuko lowered herself and ran butterfly kisses all over his sweating face.

Tokiya closed his eyes and let her do what she wanted to do, because he was tired and his heart still hadn’t stopped thundering in his chest after reaching his climax. He’d wanted to have sex with her for so long…and the pleasure of having just done it with Fuuko was far better than he’d expected. “Fuuko…” he breathed out her name when he felt her lips peck at his heaving chest, and he gave appreciative gasps when she flicked her wet tongue over his hardened nipples. She continued to head down his body, nipping at his abs and finally reaching his shaft, still tired and drained because damn…her tightness had sucked him dry.

Gingerly, Fuuko trailed long and slow licks all over his length, stopping every now and then to kiss some veins. Tokiya started moaning, and Fuuko continued to lick him as her hands moved to undo his belt. She hooked her fingers onto his belt loops and raised her head long enough to tug down on his pants, dropping them onto the car floor. She proceeded to remove his boxers and his underwear, and Tokiya kicked them off until he was as naked as she was. Fuuko let out a sigh of delight when he was finally free of all his clothing, and she dipped her head into his crotch again and began to suck at his growing arousal. “Damn…” Tokiya panted out weakly when Fuuko quickened her pace, and having regained his energy, he quickly sat up and stopped what Fuuko was doing by pulling her up with him and kissing her hungrily. He knew he was dripping in pre-cum because of what Fuuko had been doing previously, so he immediately positioned her and he entered her again without warning.

Fuuko pulled away from the kiss and gave him a delighted smile as she positioned herself more comfortably in their sitting position, her legs completely around his waist. They both stared at each other’s dazed eyes when they began moving together again, and Fuuko panted out, “Oh god…Tokiya…I’ve wanted this to happen for so long…”

Tokiya wanted to tell her that he felt the same way, but instead, he whispered huskily, “…so good…” and he locked their lips again in another wet kiss. Fuuko, pleased at his expression of pleasure, closed her eyes and started riding him faster, eliciting a moan from them both. The sound of the car squeaking and their naked wet flesh slapping roughly and quickly together aroused her more than anything, and her breasts began to ache at the sexual tension and she wanted him to give her plumpness some attention again. She kissed him deeper and pressed her sweating bosom against his pectorals. He growled at her and both his hands traveled to her ass cheeks, squeezing and driving her against him more roughly. It wasn’t long before Fuuko felt the eruption of pure bliss take over her entire being, overwhelming her senses, making her feel the pleasure she didn’t know existed. She broke free from the kiss and the intensity of her orgasm was too much that she had to reach behind her to grab on to something, her nails finding the car window and scraping down with an ear-piercing sound. She continued to cry out his name until the very last shiver, and still he didn’t stop pounding her. She eagerly rode him, realizing he still hadn’t reached his crescendo. Tokiya suddenly lifted her off him with another heave of incredible strength and Fuuko squealed in delight. She found herself being turned around and she barely had time to register their change in position when he broke through her tight hole again, this time her back to him. She groaned even louder with every thrust, and Tokiya grabbed her bouncing breasts from behind. She spread her legs wider when his thrusts grew harder and more impatient. He planted a small kiss on her exposed neck and suddenly bit her, making her cry out in pain and pleasure. Her hand flew to his nape and she pulled his head closer to her neck, her lips opening in a pleasured smile. When Tokiya’s fingers closed in hard to squeeze the breasts he’d been groping, she felt herself being ripped and torn completely in half as a powerful climax made him bury his hard manhood deeper into her than any man had ever done before.

“Tokiya!!!” She shut her eyes and kept calling out his name with the rush of his seed inside her womb, his teeth, at the same time, biting painfully hard against the delicate skin of her exposed neck. She pulled his head closer and trembled with his shivering body, and when it was all over, he raised his head from her bruised neck and kissed her. She leaned back against his lean body and watched their pants fogging up the car windows. She wiggled to remind him that he was still inside of her, and he groaned her name in a suggestive way that told her he intended to be inside her for a lot more times tonight.

And that was exactly what she wanted.