Kaori's Dream
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+. to F › Azumanga Daioh
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
8,214
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Azumangah Daioh, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Kaori's Dream
Kaori’s Dream
AN: First of all, I would like to inform everyone that this is both my first Azumanga Daioh fanfic, as well as my first yuri fic, so be kind.
Warning: This is pretty much pure smut. A little uneasy humor in the end if all goes as planned, and a little swearing (we’re talking 4-5 words max). Also remember this is a yuri fic. That means it involves sexual activity between two females, so if that kind of thing offends you, don’t read this fic. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Disclaimer: I am not Kiyohiko Azuma, so I don’t own the characters presented here. I’m only borrowing them without asking…
On with the fic! (wish me luck!)
P.S.- Please Leave me a review. It's nice to know how the readers think I'm doing.
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Kaori was having trouble concentrating on her essay in Classical Literature. It was all Kimura-sensei’s fault, the way he was staring at her with that glazed expression.
(Begin dream sequence)
Kaori stepped into her room to find Sakaki sitting on her bed leaning back on her arms. She was wearing a black mini-dress, the midriff of which was made of sheer nylon, showing off the girl’s toned stomach. Kaori’s eyes drifted lower over Sakaki’s hips, down her long legs, to the knee-high vinyl “fuck-me” boots she was wearing and back up to her crush’s face.
“Hey, Kaorin, I’ve been waiting for you. Did you want to go sing kareoke or something with me tonight?”
“S-sure. I’ve just gotta, uh, change first,” Kaori stammered.
“Can I watch?” The taller girl asked shyly.
Kaori nearly fainted. “O-okay,” she squeaked out through a suddenly dry throat. She thought excitedly. She pulled a nice dress out of her closet, setting it down on her chair. As she pulled her uniform blouse over her head a button snagged in her hair.
All of a sudden Kaori felt another pair of hands helping to untangle the button. As soon as the offending garment was removed, Kaori looked up into Sakaki’s chocolate eyes.
“It looked like you needed a little help.” Sakaki smiled, “Did you want my help?”
“Sure…” it came out as a whisper. Sakaki’s hands traced over Kaori’s bra-clad breastown own her sides to the zipper of her skirt, her eyes never leaving Kaori’s. the soft sound of cloth hitting tatami brought the smaller girl out of her daze. She looked down to see her beloved’s hands still on her hips, thumbs lightly stroking the skin above her panties. She looked up, her face confused and hopeful.
“Maybe we should just skip the date…” The tall girl offered as she leaned down and kissed her classmate gently. Kaori wasn’t really sure when it happened, but she found her hands on her idol’s breasts, squeezing a bit and testing their weight. Sakaki deepened the kiss and began to lead Kaori to the bed. She broke the kiss long enough to remove her dress before attacking her lover’s mouth again. Sakaki pushed Kaori onto the bed began kissing down her neck to the tops of her breasts. She reached around to unfasten the bra, tossing it across the room before ravaging the pink nipples that became hard from contact with the cold air. Kaori gasped at this new sensation. “S-Sakaki!” Said girl moved down to the edge of Kaori’s panties before inexplicably stopping. Kaorin ld dod down to see Sakaki sitting up.
“What’s wrong?” Kaori worried that her lover was displeased with something about her, maybe she smelled?
“I want to see you touch yourself.”
Sakaki helped her remove the final clothing shielding her from view.
“I…I want you to take off your underwear. I want to see you, too.” Kaori said, her confidence boosted by the lust in the tall girl’s eyes. Sakaki complied, leaving herself exposed to Kaori’s heated gaze.
Kaori’s hands moved down her own body to the place between her thighs, running the tip of one digit along the seam before plunging it inside to begin stroking her clit. She closed her eyes as she began to moan. The ringing of her alarm went ignored as she pleasured herself for Sakaki. Suddenly, two fingers were thrust into her core, causing her eyes to snap open. “Sakaki!”
(End dream sequence.)
“Did you enjoy your dream, Kaorin?” asked Kimura-sensei, his fingers still moving in and out of her. Kaori was mortified! Kimura-sensei was touching her! She snapped her legs closed and stood quickly.
“I’ve told you not to call me that! DON"T TOUCH ME!!!” She yelled as she ran to the bathroom. Breakfast was on it’s way back.
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As she entered the hallway, people called out: “So, was Sakaki any good?”
“Yeah. I always kinda thought she was a dyke. Wouldn’t have guessed you, though.”
“I’ve got somethin’ no girl can give ya! Why don’t you see me later?”
Kaori started to cry. She knew Sakaki would hear about this and be teased, too. And what about her friends? The ones she went on trips with? It was all her fault!
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I feel so dirty doing that to Kaori, really. Poor girl. I was only planning this as a one-shot but I think now I’ll make it a short chapter fic. Also, the ending changed a little as I was typing it so it wasn’t funny like I’d planned. Oh, well…
*Note: If anyone was confused about the Kaori/Kaorin thing, the ‘n’ at the end is sort of like saying ‘-chan’. Kaori is her name, Kaorin is what people close to her would call her. In the manga (and probably the anime, too, later) Kaori tells Kimura-sensei not to call her that because he’s not close to her, to which he replies that she can call him ‘Kimurin’ if she wanted (it was ‘Mr. Kim-Kims in the English version).
Another first I’ve just decided for this story: Will Kaori and Sakaki actually get together in real life (as in outside of the dream sequence)? Your vote could decide it!
As always Read and Review.
Ja Ne!
AN: First of all, I would like to inform everyone that this is both my first Azumanga Daioh fanfic, as well as my first yuri fic, so be kind.
Warning: This is pretty much pure smut. A little uneasy humor in the end if all goes as planned, and a little swearing (we’re talking 4-5 words max). Also remember this is a yuri fic. That means it involves sexual activity between two females, so if that kind of thing offends you, don’t read this fic. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
Disclaimer: I am not Kiyohiko Azuma, so I don’t own the characters presented here. I’m only borrowing them without asking…
On with the fic! (wish me luck!)
P.S.- Please Leave me a review. It's nice to know how the readers think I'm doing.
(((((((()))))))
Kaori was having trouble concentrating on her essay in Classical Literature. It was all Kimura-sensei’s fault, the way he was staring at her with that glazed expression.
(Begin dream sequence)
Kaori stepped into her room to find Sakaki sitting on her bed leaning back on her arms. She was wearing a black mini-dress, the midriff of which was made of sheer nylon, showing off the girl’s toned stomach. Kaori’s eyes drifted lower over Sakaki’s hips, down her long legs, to the knee-high vinyl “fuck-me” boots she was wearing and back up to her crush’s face.
“Hey, Kaorin, I’ve been waiting for you. Did you want to go sing kareoke or something with me tonight?”
“S-sure. I’ve just gotta, uh, change first,” Kaori stammered.
“Can I watch?” The taller girl asked shyly.
Kaori nearly fainted. “O-okay,” she squeaked out through a suddenly dry throat.
All of a sudden Kaori felt another pair of hands helping to untangle the button. As soon as the offending garment was removed, Kaori looked up into Sakaki’s chocolate eyes.
“It looked like you needed a little help.” Sakaki smiled, “Did you want my help?”
“Sure…” it came out as a whisper. Sakaki’s hands traced over Kaori’s bra-clad breastown own her sides to the zipper of her skirt, her eyes never leaving Kaori’s. the soft sound of cloth hitting tatami brought the smaller girl out of her daze. She looked down to see her beloved’s hands still on her hips, thumbs lightly stroking the skin above her panties. She looked up, her face confused and hopeful.
“Maybe we should just skip the date…” The tall girl offered as she leaned down and kissed her classmate gently. Kaori wasn’t really sure when it happened, but she found her hands on her idol’s breasts, squeezing a bit and testing their weight. Sakaki deepened the kiss and began to lead Kaori to the bed. She broke the kiss long enough to remove her dress before attacking her lover’s mouth again. Sakaki pushed Kaori onto the bed began kissing down her neck to the tops of her breasts. She reached around to unfasten the bra, tossing it across the room before ravaging the pink nipples that became hard from contact with the cold air. Kaori gasped at this new sensation. “S-Sakaki!” Said girl moved down to the edge of Kaori’s panties before inexplicably stopping. Kaorin ld dod down to see Sakaki sitting up.
“What’s wrong?” Kaori worried that her lover was displeased with something about her, maybe she smelled?
“I want to see you touch yourself.”
Sakaki helped her remove the final clothing shielding her from view.
“I…I want you to take off your underwear. I want to see you, too.” Kaori said, her confidence boosted by the lust in the tall girl’s eyes. Sakaki complied, leaving herself exposed to Kaori’s heated gaze.
Kaori’s hands moved down her own body to the place between her thighs, running the tip of one digit along the seam before plunging it inside to begin stroking her clit. She closed her eyes as she began to moan. The ringing of her alarm went ignored as she pleasured herself for Sakaki. Suddenly, two fingers were thrust into her core, causing her eyes to snap open. “Sakaki!”
(End dream sequence.)
“Did you enjoy your dream, Kaorin?” asked Kimura-sensei, his fingers still moving in and out of her. Kaori was mortified! Kimura-sensei was touching her! She snapped her legs closed and stood quickly.
“I’ve told you not to call me that! DON"T TOUCH ME!!!” She yelled as she ran to the bathroom. Breakfast was on it’s way back.
(((((((((())))))))))
As she entered the hallway, people called out: “So, was Sakaki any good?”
“Yeah. I always kinda thought she was a dyke. Wouldn’t have guessed you, though.”
“I’ve got somethin’ no girl can give ya! Why don’t you see me later?”
Kaori started to cry. She knew Sakaki would hear about this and be teased, too. And what about her friends? The ones she went on trips with? It was all her fault!
(((((((((((((()))))))))))))
I feel so dirty doing that to Kaori, really. Poor girl. I was only planning this as a one-shot but I think now I’ll make it a short chapter fic. Also, the ending changed a little as I was typing it so it wasn’t funny like I’d planned. Oh, well…
*Note: If anyone was confused about the Kaori/Kaorin thing, the ‘n’ at the end is sort of like saying ‘-chan’. Kaori is her name, Kaorin is what people close to her would call her. In the manga (and probably the anime, too, later) Kaori tells Kimura-sensei not to call her that because he’s not close to her, to which he replies that she can call him ‘Kimurin’ if she wanted (it was ‘Mr. Kim-Kims in the English version).
Another first I’ve just decided for this story: Will Kaori and Sakaki actually get together in real life (as in outside of the dream sequence)? Your vote could decide it!
As always Read and Review.
Ja Ne!