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Time passes by quickly, and Misao and Yamato find themselves at the train station again, preparing to say their goodbyes after their outing together.
The human duo had an exciting time at the public art museum in the downtown square. The moment they stepped inside, Yamato immediately became like a child in a candy store once he saw all the portraits pertaining to animals in the glory. Misao, on the other hand, understood jack shit about whatever Yamato was telling him as they viewed each individual portrait and sculpture. They ended up losing track of so much time that they nearly got themselves locked in the museum right as it was about to close.
The rhino warrior found himself spacing out whilst listening to Yamato rave about the museum as they left. He knew spaced out several times, and Yamato probably caught wind of it, but that didn't matter. Misao just liked hearing Yamato speak to him. For all that it mattered, he could've been talking about the most random thing known to man for hours on end and would still eagerly listen as if he were an expert. For Misao, if it were anyone else he went with, he would've been tired beyond repair.
But, it's not anyone else. It was Yamato. So for him, anything goes as long as he gets to see his best friend happy and in his element as a zoologist.
"I had a really great time with you, Yamato! Thanks for coming with me, seriously."
The man in question displays a bright smile. "Thank you for suggesting this date, Misao. I haven't felt this good in ages."
There's a very brief sound that's heard throughout the mezzanine in which the duo are present in, definitively announcing that the next incoming southbound train was arriving in less than two minutes. That was the rhino warrior's sign to head down onto the platform to catch the last train home. Yamato would've normally taken that transit line home as well, but unbeknownst to his friend, he had other business to attend to.
"That's my train." Misao begins. "I'll see you later, hopefully?"
"Yeah. Text me when you get home safe."
"I thought you lived along this line. You're not coming with me?"
"Can't. I, uh..." Yamato pauses, trying to quickly come up with an excuse. "I realized I forgot something at my desk at the Ministry. I really need it, so I'm going back to get it. I can take a taxi home after that."
Misao, unsure of how to respond, initially raises an eyebrow. However, he doesn't question the validity of the comment after that, not wanting to seem overbearing.
"Okay then. Get home safe, Yamato."
Yamato nods, and waves to Misao as the latter goes down the stairs to catch the train heading home. A small part of Yamato felt a bit guilty as he turned around to wait on the next northbound train. He hated lying to Misao, stemming from the two's initial meeting and subsequent freedom from Ginis. But his optimism got the best of him, believing that Misao wouldn't take it too heart at present compared to when they first met and became teammates.
The next train doesn't come for another five minutes, so Yamato proceeds to get his phone from his pocket and text Amu.
🦅: Hey, Amu.
I'm waiting for the next train, so I'll see you soon?
He motions to put his phone away, but an buzz that followed right after allowed him to figure out that the white tiger eagerly responded back.
OK! : 🐯
I'll be waiting for you ^^
Yamato blankly stares at the message for a while. He's trying his hardest to try and decipher it word by word, thinking that Amu's hidden some sort of secret message that may hold different intentions behind it. The suspense was suffocating for him, almost to the point where he could die—figuratively, of course. Thankfully, he wouldn't need to wait for long, as his train was approaching.
The next 15 minutes on the train would become the most anxious moments of his life.
Amu's frantically zooming around her living room, all the while having Sela on speaker, having been talking to her for the past few hours or so.
"He's going to be here in minutes, Sela." The white tiger says, biting at her prevalent claws in her Zyuman form. "I shouldn't be nervous, but I am! I brought this shit onto myself! What was I thinking?! "
"Okay, so you are self-aware. That's good." Sela says, seemingly proud of her friend's impulsive decision. "I see you took into account what I said earlier. I think you made a good choice."
"That's what you think. I'm not as up-front as you! I shouldn't even be so nervous, but here we are!"
"You don't need to be. Just let your instincts take over like they always have! I'm sure that awkwardness will be gone once you both go with the flow."
Amu plops back down on her couch after Sela's statement, seemingly relishing in the comment. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, trying to picture all the possible outcomes of her imminent meeting with Yamato. She wasn't entirely upset at the prospect of having sex with him, even if it somehow got to that point. Even if their meeting didn't involve any sort of physical intimacy, she would've been content with just seeing him and being around him. The tiger sits up, and takes a deep breathe.
"You're right, Sela," she starts. "I need to—I'm going to have a little more courage about this."
"That's what I wanted to hear, Amu!" Sela says with a cheerful wind of emotion present in her voice.
"I'm gonna get ready to look...somewhat presentable. I'll call you later?"
"Sure thing. You got this!"
The call disconnects, and Amu stands up, taking a deep breath. She changes out of her Zyuman form into her human form, sporting a slicked-back ponytail with curtain bangs on her forehead. Pursing her lips, the looming anxiety she had about the entire ordeal slowly begins to fade away. As the minutes boil down to Yamato's imminent arrival, she repeats "I can do this" in her head, effectively calming down her nerves.
The doorbell rings, prompting Amu to walk towards the door. Before opening it, she takes one last deep breathe and opens the door to be greeted with Yamato, who sports a smile on his face.
"Hey, Amu. Sorry for coming so late."
Amu lets out a soft exhale. "No, don't apologize! I'm the one that asked you to come, I'm just glad you're here."
"I'll allow myself in, if you don't mind."
Amu moves out the way to let Yamato enter and place his shoes elsewhere, closing the door once he's fully inside. She stares at his back as he does this, feeling her nervousness arise again but keeping in mind Sela's words, she throws those feelings aside.
The human moves to sit on the sofa. "So, if you don't mind me asking...what's with the sudden call?"
"No particular reason."
Yamato raises an eyebrow. "Impulsive decision?"
"Yeah. Let's go with that."
Amu sits next to him as she finishes her sentence. The two make eye contact briefly, but shy away once they do. The duo both knew that there was a firm sense of uneasiness between them, despite them being close friends—or rather, soon to be life partners. Amu already felt bad for asking him to come on a whim, and now that he was actually here, she was actually frozen. This silence goes against what Sela was encouraging her to do just minutes prior.
"So..." Yamato starts.
"So."
Amu rolls her eyes at her response, utterly frustrated at herself. At this point, she knows that the only thing that's currently at risk is her sanity, so she lets her gut instincts take over.
"Yamato, I'm just going to say it. I don't want to lose this thing we've got going on right now, even if we're both awkward because I really, really can't lose you."
The man in question feels his blood pressure rise exponentially at Amu's comment. He doesn't say anything.
"It doesn't feel right being nervous around you. You're my husband—or rather, you're going to be. Either way, we're getting married. I just wanted to—"
The white tiger's confession is interrupted by a kiss from Yamato. It's sudden since the latter quickly pulls away, but not far enough to warrant a large amount of space between their lips. The blatant smooch catches Amu off guard, and she feels her face redden terribly. However, it boils down somewhat, with another kiss from the human. This time, the kiss is much deeper and passionate. Amu feels his hands traverse down to her hips, holding onto them tight. Her immediate instinct is to wrap her arms around his shoulders as the two sink onto her couch, with Yamato on top of her.
He finally pulls away to give her a breathe of air. Unsure of what to do next, he asks her a question. "Are we really doing this?"
Amu maintains eye contact with him, feeling her wild instinct slowly take over in her words. "Yamato, as long as you want me, then I want you."
"We're not drunk this time."
"I know."
"Amu, are you really sure—"
"Yamato, for the love of God almighty, just fuck me already."
He wastes no time in leaning in to kiss her again, his hands still around her waist in an effort to stay close to her. He manages to lift both himself and Amu, standing up. The latter's immediate instinct is to wrap her legs around his waist tightly.
"Take me to bed?" Amu says, her voice riddled with lust.
"Gladly."
With Amu in his clutches, Yamato finds his way to her staircase. With each increasing step, her breasts bounce against his defined chest and he feels himself going crazy at the consistent friction. His newfound erection was slowly beginning to rise in his pants, which only persuaded him to move faster along the stairs and make his way to Amu's bedroom so he can get his clothes off. Much to his luck it doesn't take long, as he lightly kicks the door open, allowing them to enter, closing the door with his foot. He finds Amu's bed and places her down gently, only to climb on top of her and plant kisses along her lips and neck.
"Yamato, you can touch me wherever. You don't need to hold back with me."
Yamato doesn't respond with words. He tugs at the bottom of Amu's shirt in an effort to ask her to take it off. She immediately understands his silent plea and complies by removing the shirt and throwing it elsewhere.
Much to his surprise, Amu wasn't wearing a bra—something that he had failed to notice earlier despite the fact that her breasts felt much softer than he thought. They weren't too big, but not too small either. To Yamato, they had the perfect amount of curve and perkiness to them, something that made his dick twitch in excitement. He's so lost, in fact, that Amu has to pull by the collar of his shirt for a kiss in order to bring him back into reality. Whilst doing so, she also manages to place his hand on one of her breasts, prompting him to squeeze it softly. Her subsequent moan fuels Yamato's urge to continue.
Yamato motions his heads downwards to Amu's left nipple, sucking lightly on it enough to not hurt her, but hard enough to make her arousal stronger. His other hand is pinching lightly and rubbing at her right nipple in a motion that simply drove Amu to the brink of insanity.
For a brief stint, Amu thinks back to the last time she had sex with Yamato, when they were drunk. This ensuing moment of intimacy was only the second time they properly went to third base and beyond, and neither of them were actually drunk as it occurred. By proxy, this meant that she was going to feel every last bit of this without the numbing feeling of alcohol in her system. Her heart skips a beat at the thought, all the while the growing pool of heat in between her legs only gets dirtier.
Amu pushes him away softly, feeling a bit overwhelmed. She breathes out for a moment before speaking.
"Eat me out."
Yamato's eyes widen at the request. "Huh?"
"Just make me feel good."
The girl doesn't break eye contact with him as she unbuttons her pants to get rid of them along with her underwear, the last remainder of clothing she had on left. She was now fully naked in front of Yamato, a sight he'd never thought he'd see again after their drunken escapade. Amu uses his shock to her advantage as she unbuttons his red polo and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his defined chest and muscles. Yamato had a lot of muscle definition for Amu's liking, that being, somewhere in the middle ground of macho and skinny, something that only turned her on more.
Grabbing at his biceps, Amu pushes him down and crawls over him with lustful eyes looking back at her. At this point, she and Yamato knew there was no turning back. And for the first time tonight, he surprises her.
"Sit on my face, Amu."
The woman in question doesn't hesitate to shift upwards on her bed in order to properly align her clit with Yamato's mouth. For the latter, seeing her and breathing her in felt so different, especially like this. She was so close to him and there’s so much of her, and right now, she's all that he knows, all that he can feel and smell and touch, and when he pulls Amu to sit on his tongue, she's all he can taste. It’s heavenly, like she's the best thing that’s he's ever tasted.
"O-oh. Fuck..." Amu breathes out as the wetness of Yamato's tongue causes shivers to ripple throughout her entire body.
"Is this okay?"
"Y-Yes, just keep going."
With her legs straddling his head, Amu was fully spread open for him, her glistening folds split apart to show Yamato her swollen clit and her slightly open entrance. The man can’t resist sliding his tongue inside to get a taste at the source, his dick twitching in his pants when he feels Amu shaking in anticipation. Yamato knew well that he had to get his thumb on her clit in order to focus on making her cum properly, but he desperately wanted to explore and get to know every little bit of her even better than the previous time, and now was his chance.
He shoves his tongue in deep inside her cunt, slowly fucking her with it and letting his groans rumble through her. Amu shivers on top of him and he feels it in his bones from head to toe, triggering a moan from deep in his chest. This starts a heavenly feedback cycle of Yamato making sounds into Amu and her physically reacting to them, until he’s whimpering into her cunt nonstop and she's subconsciously grinding down on his tongue, just like he wanted.
Yamato doesn’t think she's close, but he can tell that Amu feels good by the wetness gushing into his mouth and the throbbing of her clit on his nose and that’s seemingly more than enough for him to keep going as he wants.
Lost in her haze of pleasure, Amu doesn't hold back her voice. "Y-Yamato...fuck! P-Please don't stop that, I'm so close!"
Prodding at her g-spot, he flicks his tongue over her clit from side to side as he sucks, and it proves to be enough—maybe too much—for Amu. She buckles over Yamato, surrounding him completely in her pleasure as she orgasms with a loud whine. In an effort to allow her time to briefly recover, he slowly slides out from under her, turning over and grasping at Amu's hips to help lower her back onto the bed. All the while, Yamato uses this as an opportunity to finally remove his pants and let his dick spring free from the confines that were his pants. It felt like a breath of fresh air, but at the same time, it also hurt terribly, given how long he delayed his potential orgasms for the sake of letting Amu reach her own.
Thankfully, her post-coital recovery time was much shorter than Yamato remembered. She wastes no time pouncing on him, practically eager to get to his dick. Yamato was big. Hell, big was an understatement—it looked like he could break her with his dick alone. There's a reason why Amu couldn't get the incident out of her head, and it was this. His leaky tip was flushed red and the veins running through his cock were prominent. Amu could nearly feel the weight on her tongue and she hadn't even touched him yet.
As she inches closer, Amu purrs out, "You're so, so big. So good..."
By now, Yamato's own primal instincts had long taken over much like before. "I'm sure you can take it. I know you can."
Those words of encouragement are enough to get Amu started. She hums as she takes his tip in her mouth, nodding her head as her slick hands effectively move up and down his cock.
Yamato lets out a breathy groan at the newfound warmth engulfing his nether regions. "Amu, that feels really—oh, my God. Shit, don't stop." His parroted words once again come out very breathy.
Amu exhales sharply, her cunt clenching around nothing at Yamato's words and the thought of taking his cock. Her hands quicken their pace before she moves her head to bob her head up and down more around his blushing tip. Before she knew it, she was moving her mouth down his cock and before she could can even properly reach the base, he’s already hitting the back of her throat. As this is happening, Yamato is in front of her losing it. He feels the way Amu's constricting around him and it’s already taking him out. He expected to be so sensitive, given his delayed orgasms, but he simply can’t handle how warm and wet Amu's mouth is and he definitely can’t handle how tight her throat is. He can only imagine how much tighter her cunt must be.
"Yes, yes..." He repeats, the pleasure taking over as he feels his eyes rolls back hard, his mouth spewing out a mantra of praises, his hand tangling in Amu's hair.
The subtle praise heads straight to her core and she can’t stop the moan that vibrates his entirety. A pitchy whine rips from his throat as he cums and fortuitously thrusts into her mouth, causing tears to prick at her eyes as she lets out a strident gag, forcing her to pull away.
"Shit, shit! Sorry!" Yamato panics for half a second, before seeing Amu swallow his load and lick her lips.
"Don't worry," she purrs out, falling back onto the bed. She lifted her legs as far as she could and hugged them both, putting her pretty cunt on display. "We're just getting to the good part."
Yamato inches closer at the sight of Amu readily waiting for him to pound into her. He admires the sight in front of him, practically watering at the fact that she's got her tight little cunt out, waiting to be ruined by him. He lines up his dick with her entrance, teasing both of them by running the head of it along her folds, eliciting moans from each other. Yamato's getting ready to make the plunge until Amu clears her throat. He almost immediately realizes why—he didn't have a condom on. Thankfully for him, she kept a spare pack in her bedside drawer. She quietly unwraps it for him and slides it on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders in the process.
"There we go." Yamato groans, letting out a light chuckle.
Cute, Amu thinks, relishing in the humorous moment. She still had trouble swallowing a pill that she and Yamato managed to make it this far again without drinking, but all those thoughts and possibilities go to shit the moment Yamato pushes his tip inside her. He bites his lip as it happens, watching the way Amu's pussy stretches open to swallow him whole. She gasps and let out a sigh that would also be considered as a cry, her back arching at the burning sensation. Amu mewls out a moan in response to the sudden intrusion.
"You're alright?" Yamato grunts, his dick twitching at the way her silky walls suffocate him. "Tell me if you want to stop."
Amu's too busy going silently crazy, her hands gripping the sheets under her as she shakes her head. In an effort to let Yamato know she was okay, albeit in an incoherent manner. "Y-Yes! Just—"
"What?"
"Go fucking wild, Yamato."
That’s all the encouragement he needed to to start fucking into Amu deep and hard. Yamato is drunk on the feeling of her wetness alone, but then she's holding him so close—her tits are pressed up against his chest and pelvis pressing into his and god, he just can't fucking take it anymore. He silently resorts to apologizing again later for giving her no warning, but right now he just needed to fuck her.
Yamato's thrusts knock the air out of her lungs, the thick girth of his cock splitting her open deliciously with every passionate thrust. The amount of pleasure Amu feels is amplified by an exponential degree once Yamato's larger hand spreads out her legs further for the sake of fucking her deeper. The action stretches Amu out more, and but she can’t help but moan loudly as her sweet cunt continued to clamp down on him.
"So fucking tight," he groans out, throwing his head back in pleasure as he continues rolling his hips into hers. "You're taking me really well."
There’s just something so hot about the sight of Yamato thrusting into Amu from above, her pretty little cunt barely able to take him properly as she whined for him with those fucked out eyes of hers. His hips are snapping into hers, never once losing pace even as he gently caressed her cheek, practically melting into her touch. It's almost insane that Yamato's able to sound so charmingly sweet despite being balls deep into her.
The loud squelch from her cunt is filling the bedroom, and it only just turns them both on even more. Yamato moans loudly once he feels Amu clench down on him again. His eyes motion downward where his cock is sliding in and out of her, and immediately, he can tell that she's not going to last very long. In that moment, Yamato decides to speed up her orgasm by thumbing at her clit.
Amu can’t keep her mouth shut, moaning and whining almost incoherently. Feeling like she's on the verge of orgasming at any second with her cunt so sensitive and stretched out to the max, the pressure in her lower abdomen continuously builds up more and more.
"Yamato, Yamato," she cries out. "I'm going to cum...please, make me cum!"
"Where do you want me to—"
"...I don't care," Amu stammers, her mind only focusing on reaching a proper climax. "Just give me your cum!"
"Just take it all," Yamato coaxes. "Take every last bit of it."
His coaxing makes the coil in Amu's stomach snap. The intensity of her orgasm is prolonged as Yamato comes to an abrupt stop to quickly pull out, his own release being triggered by Amu's incredible neediness. He desperately pulls off the condom, pumping his dick until spurts of liquid land onto Amu's chest, stomach, and face. After finally getting every last bit out, he sinks down and lays down on Amu's chest in an effort to calm himself down, ignoring the mess they both created. She welcomes this with open arms, rubbing his back with her hands.
Neither of them say anything to each other. The only thing that fills Amu's bedroom at that point was labored breathing from both of them. Cleaning themselves up was a thing for later, or maybe even a problem for tomorrow.
Tomorrow's problems would also mean...dealing with the aftermath of this.