Oceans Apart
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Category:
Digimon › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,151
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Digimon: Digital Monsters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Oceans Apart
A/N: This is my first attempt at a publishable lemon. Constructive criticisim welcome.
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Yamoto woke from his slumber, and instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, expecting his arm to wrap around his brunette- his beautiful brunette with gorgeous honey eyes- but all he felt at his fingertips was the cold mattress. It was always like this. She never was lying next to him when he woke at 2am. She was over the ocean- back home and not in some distant country- and not in an overly luxurious hotel room. He missed her terribly, and even more on nights where he woke up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep. Back home, all he’d have to do is reach out and hold her in his arms and he would fall back asleep, his nostrils catching the soft scent of vanilla shampoo in her hair. But on nights like these, when they were oceans apart because his band ‘The Teenage Wolves’ were on tour, he only had his memories to keep him company in the long hours of darkness. His thoughts drifted to a night, not differing much from the current one- except for the fact that she was lying next to him, and they were in a more familiar landscape. A hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers and stroked his slightly hardened member as he recalled that wonderful night.
[----./.---]
The blond woke from his slumber. He blinked, his eyes adjusting too the darkness around him as he ran a hand through his hair. His eyes caught sight of his girlfriend sleeping next to him and he smiled softly. This wasn’t as horrible as other times when he woke- she was there, and she was all he needed to fight the darkness that plagued his mind. He wrapped his arms around her sleeping form and breathed in her soft scent of vanilla and strawberries. She let out a cute sigh as she woke.
“Yama?” she asked quietly, rubbing the sleeping out of her eyes.
“Shhh,” he whispered into her hair, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” She rolled over to face him.
“Well you did,” she said playfully, pouting.
“Aww,” he whined, “I’m sorry.”
She pouted again and turned away from him. He smirked as he leant over her and rained soft kisses all over her face. She tried her hardest to keep pouting, but it faded when his lips ever so slightly and then pressed against hers hard. He nibbled at her bottom lip teasingly, and her lips parted as she breathed his name. His tongue slipped between them; exploring her mouth, circling her tongue and sucking on her lower lip. His hands slipped under her camisole and over her breasts. One hand kneading a breast, and the other played with the other’s nipple. He caught the nipple between his fingers and applied some pressure. She moaned, opening her mouth wider, giving him opportunity to deepen the kiss. Their tongues battled feverously as he allowed one hand to slide down her body and up her thigh. He pressed on the wet spot on her panties, earning a moan of pleasure from his lover. He pulled down the annoying garment to reveal her core, dripping with need. He broke the kiss and removed her camisole as well. Her soft breasts jiggled as they were freed from the tight article of clothing. He blazed a trail of hot, fiery kisses from her lips to her breast; spending some time on her neck as he bit and sucked on her skin. He took a rosy bud into his mouth and began to suckle on it, with one hand on her other breast, and the other tracing her outer folds.
“Stop teasing Yama,” she whined, taking his hand and guiding it to her entrance.
“What do you mean?” he asked innocently, before directing his attention to her other breast.
She glowered as his hand moved away from her entrance and ran down her thighs. She played with his hair as she moaned from his touch. She grabbed a fistful of his hair as he forcefully thrust two fingers into her core. She moaned loudly as she arched her back. He withdrew his fingers, and thrust inside her again, gently. He developed a steady rhythm as he continued to thrust his fingers into her with varying degrees of force. She tossed her back as she came, screaming her lover’s name. He withdrew his fingers, and licked her sweet nectar off them slowly, savouring her taste.
“Yama,” she breathed, “Please?”
He kissed his way to her nether lips, tracing her folds with the tip of his tongue.
“Not that,” she whined, reaching down his body and under his boxers, stroking his now engorged length, “This.”
He nuzzled into her core, her sweet juices coating his eyelashes as he ignored her request. She protested for a while, but they became incoherent as he continued to enjoy his midnight snack. He knew she was ready for him. More than ready, but he enjoyed teasing her. Her thighs pressed against his ears, and her hands were lost in his hair, pushing him deeper into her heat. His teeth grazed lightly against her preciously sensitive nub and she exploded with pleasure, she screamed out his name again and again. He cleaned up the mess he left between her legs at a painstakingly slow pace as he inhaled her soft aroma, finding it hard to contain himself any longer.
He removed his boxers and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. She looked at his length through lust glazed eyes and smirked seductively.
“Come on,” she whispered, “Give it all to me.”
He smirked and thrust into her, filling her completely. Her nails clawed into his shoulders as she screamed. He withdrew and filled her again slowly. She moaned as he filled her again, the pain subsiding as he continued his gentle thrusts until all she could feel was pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him.
“Faster,” she pleaded, nibbling his ear, “Harder.”
Yamoto could only comply as he flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind, going deeper than before. Her fingers clutched the sheets as she moaned into a pillow.
“Yama,” she breathed.
His thrusts grew harder and faster, and he began letting out low grunts with each plunge. He was fighting the urge to come hard at that moment, but he held it just for her. He flipped her back onto her back as he continued his rhythm. Her screams were becoming jumbled as she felt herself teeter off the edge. Her fingers raked his back as she fell apart in his arms. Her slick walls contracted around his throbbing member, creating milking sensations. He felt ecstasy and sheer pleasure as he neared his release. He breathed a sigh of relief as he let himself go, screaming her name. He panted while still leaning on his arms, until they finally gave way. He collapsed on top of is girlfriend, panting unintelligible words.
“I love you Sora,” he whispered, rolling off her and wrapping his arms around her, still breathing heavily.
He rained light kisses on her face and into the crook of her neck.
“I love you Yama,” she breathed.
[----./.---]
He continued to pump hard at his member, teetering off the edge of release. His ragged breathing indicating he was so close. He felt himself tense as he came hard, coating his hand in hot sticky cum. He felt euphoria, but it was nothing like that night. It was only her that could give him that. Only her. But they were oceans apart. And like that they’d stay until the tour finished. He was looking forward to that day, and swore that next time they were on tour- she would come with them.
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A/N: Hope you liked it. R+R.
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Yamoto woke from his slumber, and instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, expecting his arm to wrap around his brunette- his beautiful brunette with gorgeous honey eyes- but all he felt at his fingertips was the cold mattress. It was always like this. She never was lying next to him when he woke at 2am. She was over the ocean- back home and not in some distant country- and not in an overly luxurious hotel room. He missed her terribly, and even more on nights where he woke up in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep. Back home, all he’d have to do is reach out and hold her in his arms and he would fall back asleep, his nostrils catching the soft scent of vanilla shampoo in her hair. But on nights like these, when they were oceans apart because his band ‘The Teenage Wolves’ were on tour, he only had his memories to keep him company in the long hours of darkness. His thoughts drifted to a night, not differing much from the current one- except for the fact that she was lying next to him, and they were in a more familiar landscape. A hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers and stroked his slightly hardened member as he recalled that wonderful night.
[----./.---]
The blond woke from his slumber. He blinked, his eyes adjusting too the darkness around him as he ran a hand through his hair. His eyes caught sight of his girlfriend sleeping next to him and he smiled softly. This wasn’t as horrible as other times when he woke- she was there, and she was all he needed to fight the darkness that plagued his mind. He wrapped his arms around her sleeping form and breathed in her soft scent of vanilla and strawberries. She let out a cute sigh as she woke.
“Yama?” she asked quietly, rubbing the sleeping out of her eyes.
“Shhh,” he whispered into her hair, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” She rolled over to face him.
“Well you did,” she said playfully, pouting.
“Aww,” he whined, “I’m sorry.”
She pouted again and turned away from him. He smirked as he leant over her and rained soft kisses all over her face. She tried her hardest to keep pouting, but it faded when his lips ever so slightly and then pressed against hers hard. He nibbled at her bottom lip teasingly, and her lips parted as she breathed his name. His tongue slipped between them; exploring her mouth, circling her tongue and sucking on her lower lip. His hands slipped under her camisole and over her breasts. One hand kneading a breast, and the other played with the other’s nipple. He caught the nipple between his fingers and applied some pressure. She moaned, opening her mouth wider, giving him opportunity to deepen the kiss. Their tongues battled feverously as he allowed one hand to slide down her body and up her thigh. He pressed on the wet spot on her panties, earning a moan of pleasure from his lover. He pulled down the annoying garment to reveal her core, dripping with need. He broke the kiss and removed her camisole as well. Her soft breasts jiggled as they were freed from the tight article of clothing. He blazed a trail of hot, fiery kisses from her lips to her breast; spending some time on her neck as he bit and sucked on her skin. He took a rosy bud into his mouth and began to suckle on it, with one hand on her other breast, and the other tracing her outer folds.
“Stop teasing Yama,” she whined, taking his hand and guiding it to her entrance.
“What do you mean?” he asked innocently, before directing his attention to her other breast.
She glowered as his hand moved away from her entrance and ran down her thighs. She played with his hair as she moaned from his touch. She grabbed a fistful of his hair as he forcefully thrust two fingers into her core. She moaned loudly as she arched her back. He withdrew his fingers, and thrust inside her again, gently. He developed a steady rhythm as he continued to thrust his fingers into her with varying degrees of force. She tossed her back as she came, screaming her lover’s name. He withdrew his fingers, and licked her sweet nectar off them slowly, savouring her taste.
“Yama,” she breathed, “Please?”
He kissed his way to her nether lips, tracing her folds with the tip of his tongue.
“Not that,” she whined, reaching down his body and under his boxers, stroking his now engorged length, “This.”
He nuzzled into her core, her sweet juices coating his eyelashes as he ignored her request. She protested for a while, but they became incoherent as he continued to enjoy his midnight snack. He knew she was ready for him. More than ready, but he enjoyed teasing her. Her thighs pressed against his ears, and her hands were lost in his hair, pushing him deeper into her heat. His teeth grazed lightly against her preciously sensitive nub and she exploded with pleasure, she screamed out his name again and again. He cleaned up the mess he left between her legs at a painstakingly slow pace as he inhaled her soft aroma, finding it hard to contain himself any longer.
He removed his boxers and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. She looked at his length through lust glazed eyes and smirked seductively.
“Come on,” she whispered, “Give it all to me.”
He smirked and thrust into her, filling her completely. Her nails clawed into his shoulders as she screamed. He withdrew and filled her again slowly. She moaned as he filled her again, the pain subsiding as he continued his gentle thrusts until all she could feel was pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him.
“Faster,” she pleaded, nibbling his ear, “Harder.”
Yamoto could only comply as he flipped her onto her stomach and entered her from behind, going deeper than before. Her fingers clutched the sheets as she moaned into a pillow.
“Yama,” she breathed.
His thrusts grew harder and faster, and he began letting out low grunts with each plunge. He was fighting the urge to come hard at that moment, but he held it just for her. He flipped her back onto her back as he continued his rhythm. Her screams were becoming jumbled as she felt herself teeter off the edge. Her fingers raked his back as she fell apart in his arms. Her slick walls contracted around his throbbing member, creating milking sensations. He felt ecstasy and sheer pleasure as he neared his release. He breathed a sigh of relief as he let himself go, screaming her name. He panted while still leaning on his arms, until they finally gave way. He collapsed on top of is girlfriend, panting unintelligible words.
“I love you Sora,” he whispered, rolling off her and wrapping his arms around her, still breathing heavily.
He rained light kisses on her face and into the crook of her neck.
“I love you Yama,” she breathed.
[----./.---]
He continued to pump hard at his member, teetering off the edge of release. His ragged breathing indicating he was so close. He felt himself tense as he came hard, coating his hand in hot sticky cum. He felt euphoria, but it was nothing like that night. It was only her that could give him that. Only her. But they were oceans apart. And like that they’d stay until the tour finished. He was looking forward to that day, and swore that next time they were on tour- she would come with them.
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A/N: Hope you liked it. R+R.