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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 1, 2019 18:45:06 GMT -4
Yumi whined softly as she leaned against the wall of her room. She was feeling a little lonely today…not that she WAS lonely, she had a lot of friends who’d all been very accommodating to her lately but…ya know when you’re in that mood where ya just wanna wrap your arms around someone, squeeze tight, and melt into their warmth? Yeah that. Like that times 10. Okay maybe ten was a bit much but Yumi was at least feeling enough for like 3 of the average person thanks to how much she practically ran off of cuddle fuel. With a deep sigh through her nose she pulled her body pillow up against her chest and let out a long breath, her eyes a little dreary and hazy just from the fact she was finding it so difficult to focus.
She thought about calling nightshade, he was always eager to spend time with her, but she didn’t wanna feel guilty right now about wanting to cuddle him from the outside rather than wear him. She was sure he’d be fine with it but at the same time she just wanted to squeeze into someone rather than that. She could talk to Robin but she wasn’t sure how the boy felt about her cuddly habits yet. They’d bonded a lot over Yumi knowing their little secret and supporting them through it, but it felt weird just calling him for the equivalent of a cuddle booty call.
She thought about a few girls she could call. They’d never officially stopped dating but she was pretty sure Jaz was getting with…ah shit what was her name…blood girl. Class president…ah whatever. Even if there was no official break up Yumi didn’t mind, but again, cuddle booty call would be a bit awkward there. She was pretty sure her roommate was out hunting and it suddenly bummed her out a little more she hadn’t aquianted herself with any other girls? Like. Damn? Girls were so good to cuddle. They were soft and your arms fit perfectly into the curve of their waste…
No, she didn’t have many options in general and that was really bumming her, leaving her to whine quietly as he face slid against the wall beside her bed and she fell onto her side fully, her red hair pooling out around her head like an artistically painted headshot. A quiet puff through her nose signing off at her frustration at her own mood as she rattled her brain for just…someone she could grab and cuddle.
Maybe she should start a cuddle club. Sounded dumb but there were clubs like that for adults people literally paid to be in, so maybe it wouldn’t be so hard…then again some boys may take advantage of it. Or even girls. Couldn’t be sexist there given how touchy feely she could get herself.
There was…oooone option….someone she knew had been a bit of a teasy friend for as long as they’d known eachother, and a good friend during the times they hadn’t been a bit antsy around eachother after Semper Fi, or the jokey arguments they may have gotten into about Yumi’s light vote tampering at the beginning of the year, but Yumi was pretty sure they wouldn’t accept a booty call either.
But lonely.
Whining to herself she fought her better judgement and figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. She tried calling first but apparently his phone was dead at this particular moment. She should have given up their and slumped back into bed, but instead she rose to her feet, slipped her slippers on, and her dressing gown (throwing the hood of it up since it had one) and started to make her way from the girls dorms to the boys dorms to see if he was in his room. Odds were low, given how busy he could be lately, but to her cuddle craving mind it was worth a shot.
The moment the cold air beyond the doors registered with her skin she woke up rapidly and skipped across the space between the male and female dorms as fast as she could, holding her dressing gown close to her and letting out a relieved sigh in the boys dorms. Her dressing gown was closed so she wasn’t being ‘lewd’ just showing off her, quite honestly, borderline Ecchi pyjamas, but she was sure she was still getting a few looks as she made her way to Darren’s room.
When she finally reached it, she’d calmed once again and let out a long groan as she just leaned into the door, lightly headbutting it as a form of knocking, whining the boys name through his door. “Darreeeeen. Be hoooooome….”
Sure, odds were he wasn’t home, and if he was she didn’t really have much of a plan beyond that. She was literally just showing up on his door in a dressing gown and faint bed head, looking a little red from the briefly chilly wind that had wacked her in the face, her dressing gown hood probably not helping the almost sickly tired look she had. Heck, it wouldn’t be weird if his first impression was she was just coming around to ask for cold medicine…
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 2, 2019 20:48:30 GMT -4
It was the morning in the weekend, meaning that Darren was fast asleep, strewn across his bed, wearing bright orange kung-fu pants and a black t-shirt, an outfit which sometimes served as training gear and sometimes as pajamas, depending on his mood.
Never had anyone in UA seen Darren rise before 11am on a weekend. He had to wake up extra early if he wanted the martial arts room to himself in the mornings, and as he often needed it, had to wake up at ungodly hours in the week, so the weekend was reserved for staying up late and sleeping in. That’s what he had been doing; in the corner of his bed was his laptop, playing boxing videos. He fell asleep watching all of Mike Tyson’s fights in order, right after the world title bout.
That’s why when Yumi knocked on the door -- or rather banged it with her head -- it took the blondie a second to open his eyes, come back down to earth, remember who he was and to whom the voice whining behind the door belonged to. He was dreaming that he was a special intergalactic agent sent to box alien criminals into submission, wearing his trusty utility World Championship belt.
He shook his head to chase the last remainders of the dreams, took his sweet time yawning as loudly as possible, got up and opened the door. He was looking just as asleep as her. “Yumi? What the fuck you doin’ here in the boys dorm?” He opened his door wider, peered out left and right before dragging her in by the arm and closing behind him. “Yo, if a teacher catches you, we both finna get in trouble. And the sports festival is starting tomorrow, I ain’t getting caught doin’ nothing that would give em a reason to sack me for the tournament. Fuck this.”
Around her, Yumi could admire the work of modern art that was Darren’s room. He resided in the bottom of a bunk bed, but since he had no roommate, the top bunk served as storage: boxing gloves, shin guards, headgear and tape were strewn all over the bed, more a designated place to chuck things in than a proper storage, really. The big desk had one empty square where his laptop -- which was currently on his bed, playing Mohammed Ali highlights -- usually rested, but the rest was a mess of empty chips bag, a pile of already-read Shonen Dash issues he wanted to keep but would never take the time to sort, more boxing tape, a single MMA glove whose pair was nowhere to be seen and various other trinkets. His dirty clothes were packed in a big plastic bag while his clean ones were thrown together in the dresser, not showing any hints of having been folded even once in the last 8 months. The floor was even more of a mess of ankle protectors, football cleats, a couple balls, his school bag, his sports bag and all of his shoes non-organized in a chaotic pile.
The only luxury was a mini-fridge, strategically placed right behind his bed. “So, mind tellin’ me what you’re doin’ here? I was sleeping, yknown.” It was 10:30. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 2, 2019 20:58:58 GMT -4
Tipping forward as her head went for another knock only for the door to be opened, the tired and wanting Yumi smiled lazily for a mere moment before yelping and waking up a fair bit as she was dragged in my her arm, giving Darren a curious look as he seemed so worried, but, despite understanding where he was coming from, she scoffed instinctively and glanced off to the side. "Oh come on Darren I come over here all the time to visit my pals. No biggie..." Of course usually she did it in something other than a dressing gown, which had now fallen open to reveal the girl was still fully in her pyjamas. Tiny short shorts of a cozy fabric and a similar tank top, which didn't do much to hide the fact the girl seemed to sleep without a bra. Still, her brain wasn't registering the potential consequences, just looking back to Darren with a tired smile, oblivious to the way her dressing gown was sliding down one of her shoulders as she leaned back against a wall for a moment, eyes drifting to take in the room for a second.
"I was just...ya knoooow...in the neighbor hoooood." She let her words hang and drift, humming to herself as she crossed the room and wrapped her arms boldly around Darren without asking, just putting her weight into his strong body and squeesing him firmly as she leaned low enough to lay her cheek into his chest, even strong Darren likely feeling off kilter from just how much she was putting her weight into him yawning and rubbing her cheek against his chest with a lazy smile. "Fancied a huuuuug..." She let out another quiet yawn, running her hands up and down his back, her lack of social boundaries in full force right now it seemed, not fully registering one of her hands slipped under the back of his shirt a little.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 5, 2019 2:50:16 GMT -4
As usual, Yumi was barely dressed, which wasn’t so perturbing by itself. What was more perturbing is that she was even more clingy than usual, and she didn’t even ask before invading his personal space and started to rub herself all over him. Barely dressed Yumi he could handle, but barely-dressed Yumi rubbing herself against him was sending blood in all the wrong places for a male adolescent, *especially* early in the morning.
It was sending blood to his cheeks because he was flushing, of course. What did you expect, perverts?
But, well, she was putting her hand under his shirt, argued the part of Darren’s brain responsible for this in the first place. Maybe there was a play to make? This suggestion was met with much confusion and panicked conversation in the assembly of Darren’s brain. This always happened when he was put in these situations. The big weakness behind the tough-as-nails delinquent persona: a total ineptitude with the opposite sex manifesting whenever there was a chance of anything happening.
“What the-- Is that why you woke me up?” he said, pulling off a grand performance to not let any vibrato slip through. He who could get out of chokeholds and armbars so easily was completely paralyzed by Yumi’s secret technique, the hug of death. “I gotta train in the afternoon, I fell asleep watching Mike videos yesterday, I... “ He looked down to try to look at her in the eyes. He got a look at a pair of orbs indeed, but not the ones he was looking for. He gulped. “Is that really why you came? Is it like, you want to talk about Semper Fi or something?”
Or perhaps that was her grand master plan, get him so flustered that he’d rather talk about his feelings. Of course, it would never cross this idiot’s stunted frontal cortex that Yumi was just maybe just looking for some human contact, the way normal people did. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 5, 2019 7:02:50 GMT -4
While it was normal for people to seek human contact, Yumi's approach to it was far from what anyone might call normal. As Darren seemed to get a little stiff in her arms the red head was idly oblivious to it and just let out a long, content sigh through her nose as she squeezed his firm body lightly in her arms, her trimmed but still feminine nails lightly scraping against the tightened skin coating his back-muscles as it mindlessly slipped a little further up his back, the red head completely relaxed finally sharing someone's warmth.
For most people they could handle this urge. They could feel a little lonely, but for Yumi it was different. Her sense of how intimacy worked among friends and even in relationships was so based in her own sensibilities rather than her environment that she didn't really know how to limit herself all that well. Sure as she'd gotten older she'd learned where to draw the line if people made it clear something 'more' made them uncomfortable, but that was in part why she'd turned to Darren today. He'd never explicitly drawn that line, and while maybe this could come off like someone wanting to express apologies for Semper Fi and wanting to make sure their bond was in tact, in a way Yumi was just testing how comfortable Darren was with her and to see how much warmth and affection she could get out of, while perhaps not her 'best' (no insult, she just has no idea how her friends rank), her longest standing friend at this school.
As he brought up semper fi, her relaxed gaze shifted up to meet his, a brief smile joining it before she shifted to a look of confusion, resting her hands back around at his torso as she eased off of him a little. "Well, you can still train later...heck I can help you.~" She tipped her head, the words all finally catching up with her a set at a time. "What's a Mike video though?" She then lowered her hands to her hips, eyes clearly still a little dazed and tired as she tipped her head to the side. "And what would we need to talk about Semper Fi for...?"
Her brain slowly catching up to what Darren might be getting out of this, she blushed a little, but in her current state the nerves and paranoia didn't reach her, and she just sunk back into a relaxed smile, taking Darren's hand and pulling him a little to sit on his own bed, at which point she'd plant herslef on his lap, shrug off her dressing gown, and drape her arms over his shoulders, gazing into his eyes. "Nah silly, you...you must know I'm a cuddly person by now right? I just...wanted to see if I can spend some intimate time with my friend...~" She smiled warmly, lifting a hand behind his head to toy with his hair, leaning in a little closer than she maybe should. "If you're gonna be training later I could just help you relax if you like...maybe help loosen you up with a massage or...."
She dipped in a little closer, the tips of their noses tracing against one another. "I can think of a few other relaxing activities if you want...all depends what you're comfortable with..." Her smile was warm and inviting, though as ever Yumi knew where to stop herself if the line was made clear. If Darren stated they were uncomfortable, she'd back off and apologize, but instead for now she was pushing ALL the boundaries she could.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 17, 2019 0:25:54 GMT -4
“Mike Tyson, of course, one of the greatest heavywei-- Hey what are you doin--”
Before he could protest, Yumi was pulling him by the hand to sit on his bed. If he’d make even just a little effort to resist, there was no way she had the strength to pull him against his will, but here was the thing: adolescent boys weren’t exactly known to resist scantily-dressed female classmates pulling them on their bed, sitting on their lap, shrugging off even more of what little fabric remained on her back -- making the state of undress the redhead slept in painfully blissfully clear -- and draping her arms around his shoulders and asking them to spend intimate time with them while looking them in the eyes. Darren was doing his best to look her in the eyes as well. He wasn't having much success.
Then she got even closer. He could feel her nose against his, her breath on his lips. Relaxing activities. Blood already flushed his cheeks a crimson red, but his body had no trouble finding more to send down his lower body. Who needed to irrigate those brain cells in the back? It was then that he realized just where Yumi was sitting, and that she would feel it. His mind instinctively went to the judo throw.
His hands, which had been gripping the edge of his mattress as he didn’t really know where to put them, instinctively shot up and wrapped themselves around her waist and her thighs and, shifting his weight as he would for a takedown, sweeped her off his lap and on her back, in his bed, with him standing awkwardly on all fours above her, her arms still around his neck. Yes, Darren, she certainly would realize you was trying to hide what was happening below your waist now. And the position he found himself in certainly wouldn’t help matters none.
If such a thing was possible -- it turned out it was -- he got even more red-faced. He had never gotten that close in his life ever, and it was Yumi, and she certainly was open to it, and… “I… I…” he muttered, a slight hint of vibrato in his voice and none of the usual bravado. Did she want him? Fuck, it was Yumi. He didn’t need to answer his own question.
They stayed like that for ten seconds which felt like ten years, the delinquent completely paralyzed by the redhead. It turned out there was a better way to stun Darren than electricity. Now his cheeks weren’t flushing from embarrassment alone, but a healthy dose of shame at his very unmanly inaction now stirred itself in the soup that was Darren’s brain at the moment. The boxing video still played in the background. “And an incredible knockout by Tyson! By god, Joe, his opponent is flat on the mat, he ain’t moving an inch!!”
It snapped him back to reality, somewhat.
“I… It’s… I never, uh…”
I said somewhat.
He managed to lift his head and upper body up a little. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest; he recognized the familiar sweetness of adrenaline, but it was completely different. It was nothing like when he fought, he wasn’t in control at all. He felt utterly and completely defeated, in the best possible way. He had no idea if he liked it or hated it. “I never did it before,” he managed to blurt out, red-faced. Fuck it, he was deep into it now, might as well dig his grave down some more. “I-It’s not that I don’t want to… Especially, uh, you…” His eyes couldn’t help but dart down from hers for an instant. He suddenly felt very aware of the handful of thigh -- worse -- or better? -- muscular thigh in his right hand, and that his left was still trapped between the small of her back and the mattress.
“It’s… I… It feels like, uh… Like I don’t deserve it.”
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? screamed his libido in the back of his brain, trashing and flailing and fighting the poor prefrontal cortex neurons, in way over their heads, trying to hold it down against the corpus callosum with an all-too-flimsy armlock while performance anxiety, virginity and the very human fear of the unknown tried to talk it down. It wasn't listening and it menaced to break free any second. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on Feb 17, 2019 8:12:37 GMT -4
Yumi let out a pleasant hum as she just enjoyed how close she was to him. This alone was helping her mood a lot. She wasn't really getting anything back but that was okay. She was being intimate with one of her friends and that was getting a lot out of her system, a long content sigh just flowing out of her when she suddenly felt a very faint shift in her seat on Darren's lap, a very faint spike of a blush in her cheeks, but she didn't mind. He was a teenage boy, it was only natural, and if anything it gave her an idea of what he might be wanting here, her tone turning a little more flirty than intimate as she eased herself in closer still, her chest lightly pressing into his. "Oh, someone's saying hello huh-HUH!?" In a single, swift moment, Yumi felt herself on her back, eyes wide and her cheeks red as she registered what exactly was going on here. She swallowed hard as she felt she'd just flipped a switch in his head and suddenly turned him from flustered mest to...well, something else to say the least. Yumi without her dressing gown just had her tank top (the shoulder straps of which were just laying over her arms at this point) her tiny PJ shorts and...well actually her slippers she'd worn to come over had gotten lost at some point but that wasn't exactly on her mind right now. A hand on her firm thigh, another resting at the small of her back which was arching away from the bed as this whole situation sent a tingle down her spine...With how quickly she could move compared to others Yumi was so used to being the instigator that this whole shift just made her feel thrilled in a way she couldn't quite describe, lightly biting her lip as her eyes flickered up and down the hero in training above her, her legs shifting a little restlessly either side of him, a hand clutching the back of his shirt as the other gently scraped it's nails through his hair. Yumi...she didn't really think she was inherently sexual. She could be of course, but more she never found herself 'needing' something. Intimacy, no matter what form it took, was always just a little bit of fun between friends who found it comfortable, but feeling the dynamic shift so readily from what she was used to, and with a boy she could *Easily* admit was a handsome fellow well...something just stirred in her core that she'd never really experienced before and she felt herself tense in anticipation, wanting to just...just...oh she wanted to do a lot of things right now and a good 90% of it wasn't even close to being PG 13. Still, with a bit of a shaky breath she got control of herself (though a look in her eye probably still had Darren feeling like she was eyeing him up like the most delicious meal she'd ever witnessed), and she listened to what he was saying...she oddly felt relief that he hadn't done anything before. She didn't entirely place why, but mostly she felt it gave her perspective. First times could be special for a lot of people and it helped her keep a good head on her shoulders rather than just erm...just...take off his shirt and kiss his rock hard torso... Focus Yumi. Okay so, first time. Yeah. Shouldn't ruin that...Yumi also took in that he didn't feel he deserved it. He...what? That threw Yumi in a way she didn't expect. Darren always seemed so confident, like he owned the world but recognized the effort it took to get himself so good. She respected that and the idea that he felt he didn't deserve somehting almost felt alarming. It definitely helped her clear her head, and easing her hands away from his back and his hair, she rested them against his chest and took another long, albeit shaky breath to clear her head before she spoke again. "Okay....okay I...I guess I came on a bit quick there." She said to the boy who pretty much had her pinned in the most arousing position she'd ever experienced. Again this was mostly just because she was used to being the instigator but still. "L-look I just...I really just wanted to see if you wanted to cuddle...I may have pushed it a little to see if I could get something more...we could just...hug. Relax...I really would give you a massage if you wanted..." She gently cluthced at the front of his shirt without thinking as her mind drifted. "We could make out a little and just...keep it there if that's something you'd be comfortable with..." A sharp breath through her nose cleared her head again. "B-but really I just...I just needed some intimacy and I thought that'd be okay but...I am sorry if you're uncomfortable..." She shifted her hands around his waist, hugging him intimately but far less sexually as she continued with a clearer head and a soft gaze. "But Darren I...I don't know what on earth makes you feel that way but...heck I. I know I'm 'easy' or whatever, but even if I was a normal girl you'd totally deserve me. You're hard working, you're a great friend to those around you. You're determined and amazing and everything about you just has me in awe. You have this unique and interesting quirk and you utilize it in such even more fantastical ways and..." She was never good with words and she felt she'd just repeat herself if she rambled..."You're a great friend, forgiving but not forgetting and in a way that is so much better because it lets me recognize you're not just fake and trying to please me. You're a strong confident independant person holding strongly to your own emotions and just..." With a firm tug, not sexual, but like a friend trying to bring him in and just assure him a truthful, honest, intimate moment, she tried her best to tug him in to lay atop her, and whispered in a gentle tone. "Darren if you wanted me. You, of all people, would deserve every last passionate, sweet, intimate second and I would love to provide you with it all...~" Her lips curled into a tender smile, her gaze soft and quiet, fully ready to accept a no...but certainly a little hopeful for a yes in all honesty. |
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Post by Daimon Darren on Feb 17, 2019 23:26:08 GMT -4
He felt his ears pounding in his chest and his blood pulsing into his ears as he laid there on top of the class president, her red hair spread all over the bed. His bed. The way she was eyeing him, biting her lower lip, caressing his back and hair, the bend of her back and her labored breath -- her body language wasn’t exactly hard to read. It was not like her usual playfulness; never before had he saw her like that to that extent. She was clearly aroused. He could tell she wanted him, and bad. It turned his face red as a tomato, but at the same time he felt an indescribable swell in his chest. Like pride, but tenser and warmer.
After he said his piece, to the great despair of his still-raging libido, Yumi took a long breath as she slithered her hands over to his chest, making the warm feeling stretch and prickle his skin through his shirt. She admitted to coming on a bit quick, but then she said she just hoped to cuddle… Hug… Relax… Clutching his shirt... She mentioned massages and making out. If the idea was to talk him down, it wasn’t working. In fact, it only added fire to the furnaces of the adolescent’s imagination, which was vehemently protesting the arrest of his libido at the moment by furiously flooding his brain with the end product of its work.
Just as his declaration that he felt like he didn’t deserve it surprised her, it was her answer that took him off-guard. Her hands fell down to his waist and she hugged him, not a steamy hug but a tender one. Her words were soft and honest. She acknowledged her own promiscuity and how it may play into it, but it wasn’t really about her. It was about him, how she felt about her first friend at school, what she liked about him. The words didn’t matter so much; it was a lot of praise, which was certainly pleasing, but it was her voice, the way she looked at him, that she looked for her words.
It may seem strange that a young man as prideful and egocentric as Darren felt that he didn’t deserve something, but deep down, all his life, all the delinquent had ever wanted was to belong; he was only human, after all, driven by millennia of evolution to seek and crave the companionship and approval of others. Quirks had not changed that fact about humanity in the slightest. Neither did his psychopathy changed that for him, but it had the side effect of alienating him from his peers nonetheless, more often than not. Despite being surrounded by fellow heroes-in-training every day, most of which he could relate to far more than the average person, a feeling of overwhelming loneliness still crept up regularly. Playing with his friends in the Yuuei football club, talking with Jaz, hanging out with his class helped abate the feeling, but he sometimes couldn’t help but think they just appreciated his company. Not his person.
"You're a great friend, forgiving but not forgetting and in a way that is so much better because it lets me recognize you're not just fake and trying to please me.”
She was talking about him. Not what he could do, but him, his character, the personally he thought repulsed the people around him. It was a simple compliment, some might even say a platitude, but it rang true to the blondie’s ears. Everything suddenly clicked. Yumi didn’t come here to rub herself on him until she got in his pants, she came here to get as close to him physically as she felt close to him. She came here to be with someone she liked.
It was not just a carnal affair. This girl, this incredibly sexy girl wanted him. It was like it just dawned on him just how hot -- and beautiful -- she was; her big round light chestnut eyes; the bright smile which curved on her full lips; her simple and honest flushed cheeks, the cute shape of her face circled by hair as fiery as her heart. The pulled-down straps of her tank top invited the eye downwards to conjecture the shape of her breasts through the fine layer of cloth, the way her chest pooled down naturally, unobstructed, and how the top was pulled up at the midriff, revealing a toned stomach and the first hints of the curve of her hips. Her thighs he didn’t need to see; he could feel their firmness just fine. The fingers of his right hand couldn’t help but twitch a little.
Perhaps picking up on that, or on the way he was devouring her with his eyes, she pulled him down sharply, bringing his face mere inches from hers and told him, almost whispered in his ear that he deserved every second of the passion she would love to provide him. A primal instinct took over.
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