just... a kiss
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Category:
+. to F › Eyeshield 21
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,503
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
lols if eyeshield belonged to me i would have hirumamo having sex every other page. but it's not in the books right? therefore i don't own any of the chars and hell i wish i can make $$ off this - -
just... a kiss
well, its just a starter haha. i get inspiration from everywhere to write a bit for hiruma x mamori. i always write all other things. if any of you have suggestions of other pairing you would like to see, please feel free to leave me a review note :D thanks!
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first kiss: if only i can make you mine
SET! HUT! HUT! HUT!
"RUN FUCKING SHRIMP! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" hiruma chased after sena with his ak-47 as usual and fired at him, while running around the football field. When sena tripped and fell over, he gave sena a hard kick which sent him flying.
"SENA WO IJIME NAIDE!" mamori yelled after hiruma and ran over to pick sena up.
"sena, daijoubu! i'm here to protect you. DAKARA! Hiruma-kun! how many times do i have to tell you to stop picking on sena!" mamori turned around and hissed at the devil commander. at that moment, the quarterback felt as if his heart has been laced in with metal wires. and when he saw mamori brace sena into her chest, the metal wires contracted.
". . ."
"tch whatever, go and run 100 laps around the school you fucking shrimp! and you! fucking manager, get to work with the piles of data waiting for you in the clubhouse. there's plenty of work waiting for you. leave that fucking shrimp alone and get your ass to work!" hiruma fired after sena and chased him to the other side of the field.
"fine!" mamori shouted as she angrily stormed off towards the clubhouse, smoke fuming out of her head. hiruma turned around and watched her strode off into the distance. her hair dancing on her shoulders in the spring breeze and her long white arms straight with fingers curled up in a fist. her small hips and slender legs swayed in the strong wind. the beautiful image of the shadow of her back was enough to lock his eyes onto the dissapearing figure. Hiruma smirked, just a tiny bit, before he caught himself and resumed his poker-face.
as he was firing away at the shrimps, hiruma was lost in thought, which was a real rare thing. since when did he pay so much attention to that fucking manager anyways? she was nothing. she's just this little annoyance that bothered the shit out of him and always stood inbetween him and sena. hiruma gritted his teeth and looked over at sena, who was talking to monta by the benches.
". . ."
"YA-HA! fucking brats! i'm off to the clubhouse to check up on that fucking manager. if i find you slacking off..." hiruma cackled as he pulled out his dozen of revolvers from who-knows-where, "CEROBEROS!" almost out of nowhere came the demon dog sprinting faster-than-light speed towards sena and monta as hiruma threw a couple of dog bones right into their shirts with his perfect aim. hiruma turned around and gave his usual grin and rattled his machinegun on his shoulder.
*****
back in the clubhouse, mamori sat by the table working feverishly when the heat got to her. even though it was breezy outside, the lack of ventilation and the determination to conserve energy in the clubhouse got to her nerves that she took her jacket off and unbuttoned her shirt. almost as quickly as she got distracted, she resumed working and finally, dozing off to a short slumber on her chair succumbed to the heat.
hiruma jerked the door open with a kick and was about to yell when he spots anezaki leaned back on her chair, fast asleep. he walked over and snatched the papers scattered across the table and looked down at mamori. he paused for a moment as he observed closely her cheeks that are now cherry red, her full lips that glisten with moisture and the beads of sweat running down her neck to her collar bone... then into her cleavage...
blue, hiruma thought, pale blue, just like her eyes. when he voyeuristically shifted his eyes to mamori's bra that was peeking out by the rim of her unbuttoned shirt. this was truly a spectacular sight. he bent down and entwined his finger with the bangs of her hair and inhaled the sickely sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries that he was enjoying immensely. but reality is reality, hiruma thought, fantasy kills. he slowly placed a soft peck on her lips and licked her ear, seconds before screaming, "WAKE UP YOU FUCKING MANAGER! TILL WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP TILL YOU FUCKING PIG?!"
mamori jolted awake and was shocked to see hiruma's face less than a centimeter away from her own. she gasped and looked down at her cleavage, paused for a moment, then screamed into his ears as loud as she could as she grabbed her clothes and made a dash out of the clubhouse. her face was redder than a full-bloom rose. hiruma slouched onto the chair from the impact and threw his head backwards to brush his hair away from his forehead.
that was just too much for the day. first a fight, then a public display, finishing with a scream that blasted his eardrums? hiruma slapped his hand onto his eyes and enjoyed the darkness for a bit, remembering the heartwrench he felt when anezaki protected sena, the touch of his fingers that were entagled in her delicate strands strawberry complexion, the ecstasy that surged through his body when he breathed in her drug-like scent... but his heart was still in pain.
why?
because you can't have her, hiruma youichi. because the devil is never worthy to be with an angel. hiruma tossed his head back up and looked down at his hands that were resting on his lap.
but he still wanted her. hiruma buried his face in his slender fingers.
if i only i can make you mine.
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first kiss: if only i can make you mine
SET! HUT! HUT! HUT!
"RUN FUCKING SHRIMP! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" hiruma chased after sena with his ak-47 as usual and fired at him, while running around the football field. When sena tripped and fell over, he gave sena a hard kick which sent him flying.
"SENA WO IJIME NAIDE!" mamori yelled after hiruma and ran over to pick sena up.
"sena, daijoubu! i'm here to protect you. DAKARA! Hiruma-kun! how many times do i have to tell you to stop picking on sena!" mamori turned around and hissed at the devil commander. at that moment, the quarterback felt as if his heart has been laced in with metal wires. and when he saw mamori brace sena into her chest, the metal wires contracted.
". . ."
"tch whatever, go and run 100 laps around the school you fucking shrimp! and you! fucking manager, get to work with the piles of data waiting for you in the clubhouse. there's plenty of work waiting for you. leave that fucking shrimp alone and get your ass to work!" hiruma fired after sena and chased him to the other side of the field.
"fine!" mamori shouted as she angrily stormed off towards the clubhouse, smoke fuming out of her head. hiruma turned around and watched her strode off into the distance. her hair dancing on her shoulders in the spring breeze and her long white arms straight with fingers curled up in a fist. her small hips and slender legs swayed in the strong wind. the beautiful image of the shadow of her back was enough to lock his eyes onto the dissapearing figure. Hiruma smirked, just a tiny bit, before he caught himself and resumed his poker-face.
as he was firing away at the shrimps, hiruma was lost in thought, which was a real rare thing. since when did he pay so much attention to that fucking manager anyways? she was nothing. she's just this little annoyance that bothered the shit out of him and always stood inbetween him and sena. hiruma gritted his teeth and looked over at sena, who was talking to monta by the benches.
". . ."
"YA-HA! fucking brats! i'm off to the clubhouse to check up on that fucking manager. if i find you slacking off..." hiruma cackled as he pulled out his dozen of revolvers from who-knows-where, "CEROBEROS!" almost out of nowhere came the demon dog sprinting faster-than-light speed towards sena and monta as hiruma threw a couple of dog bones right into their shirts with his perfect aim. hiruma turned around and gave his usual grin and rattled his machinegun on his shoulder.
*****
back in the clubhouse, mamori sat by the table working feverishly when the heat got to her. even though it was breezy outside, the lack of ventilation and the determination to conserve energy in the clubhouse got to her nerves that she took her jacket off and unbuttoned her shirt. almost as quickly as she got distracted, she resumed working and finally, dozing off to a short slumber on her chair succumbed to the heat.
hiruma jerked the door open with a kick and was about to yell when he spots anezaki leaned back on her chair, fast asleep. he walked over and snatched the papers scattered across the table and looked down at mamori. he paused for a moment as he observed closely her cheeks that are now cherry red, her full lips that glisten with moisture and the beads of sweat running down her neck to her collar bone... then into her cleavage...
blue, hiruma thought, pale blue, just like her eyes. when he voyeuristically shifted his eyes to mamori's bra that was peeking out by the rim of her unbuttoned shirt. this was truly a spectacular sight. he bent down and entwined his finger with the bangs of her hair and inhaled the sickely sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries that he was enjoying immensely. but reality is reality, hiruma thought, fantasy kills. he slowly placed a soft peck on her lips and licked her ear, seconds before screaming, "WAKE UP YOU FUCKING MANAGER! TILL WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP TILL YOU FUCKING PIG?!"
mamori jolted awake and was shocked to see hiruma's face less than a centimeter away from her own. she gasped and looked down at her cleavage, paused for a moment, then screamed into his ears as loud as she could as she grabbed her clothes and made a dash out of the clubhouse. her face was redder than a full-bloom rose. hiruma slouched onto the chair from the impact and threw his head backwards to brush his hair away from his forehead.
that was just too much for the day. first a fight, then a public display, finishing with a scream that blasted his eardrums? hiruma slapped his hand onto his eyes and enjoyed the darkness for a bit, remembering the heartwrench he felt when anezaki protected sena, the touch of his fingers that were entagled in her delicate strands strawberry complexion, the ecstasy that surged through his body when he breathed in her drug-like scent... but his heart was still in pain.
why?
because you can't have her, hiruma youichi. because the devil is never worthy to be with an angel. hiruma tossed his head back up and looked down at his hands that were resting on his lap.
but he still wanted her. hiruma buried his face in his slender fingers.
if i only i can make you mine.