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fieryanmitsu · 4 years ago

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An Innocent Interruption | A3! (Itaru/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

I HAVE A MILLION OTHER THINGS I SHOULD BE WRITING, BUT I DID THIS INSTEAD. 🤣 This is directly inspired by this post and this post from the hilarious @mankai-onlyfans account and is my take on the hints being dropped by those posts, haha. There’s also an interrogation a continuation of these two posts on the 18+ @mankai-afterhours account if you’re curious how the rest of the shenanigans went, haha!

Thanks again for letting me write this @mankai-onlyfans and for putting this genius idea into my head! 😂

AN INNOCENT INTERRUPTION

CHARACTERS: Itaru, Izumi, Muku (don’t worry, the NSFW parts don’t involve him at all)

PAIRINGS: Itaru/Izumi

Masterpost for my other fanfiction: here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ rating, NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations

Izumi buried her face into her arms, letting out another gasp as she felt Itaru’s fingers pull out of her slowly before sinking back in.

“So naughty, Izumi. You’re sucking up three fingers like it’s nothing,” Itaru chuckled from his position kneeling behind her.

Normally, words like that would make her embarrassed, but, right at that moment, Izumi didn’t care – she was much too focused on how amazing his fingers felt. She moaned again, fists gripping the bedsheets underneath her, as she pushed her hips towards Itaru, desperate to feel more of him inside her as he started to withdraw again.

“You’re seriously dripping wet,” Itaru remarked, pulling his fingers out after a few more long thrusts.

Izumi couldn’t see him from her position, but she could hear the salaryman licking his fingers with noises of appreciation.

“I-Itaru,” she gasped, distressingly aware of his absence. “D-Don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what?”

“You know what!” the brunette snapped, twisting around to pout at him over her shoulder. “P-Put it back in.”

“My fingers, you mean?” he drawled, a fingertip circling the opening of her pussy lightly before letting the very tip of it press inside. “Or do you want something bigger?”

Izumi let out a breath and moved herself backwards again, sighing with satisfaction as she felt him sink inside her.

“S-Something bigger,” she replied, still pumping herself against his finger. “Please, I need it so badly.”

“Well, you know I can never say ‘no’ to you,” Itaru responded with a breathy chuckle. “Hold on.”

Izumi felt him shift behind her and then heard the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper ripping and the pop of a bottle lid. A moment later, she felt his hands on her waist.

“Lean forward a bit more,” Itaru instructed.

The young woman shifted on her bed, positioning her pillow under her chest to make herself more comfortable, and canted her upper body forward. Then, she drew her legs closer to her chest and spread her knees open wide, lifting her butt as high as she could.

Izumi held her breath in anticipation. Then, a moment later, she felt the tip of Itaru’s cock press against her, sliding against her wet lips a few times before he finally pressed firmly against her opening. She couldn’t help letting out a moan – louder than she’d intended – as he slowly and steadily pushed himself into her.

“Fuck,” Itaru swore quietly, his swear devolving into a groan as he fully sheathed himself in her.

Izumi gasped and groaned with each of Itaru’s thrusts, forgetting entirely that she should keep her voice down. Behind her, Itaru panted as he pumped into her, his fingers gripping her hips tightly. Her mattress creaked beneath them as she began to meet his thrusts with her own movements. She could feel tension building up in the pit of her stomach and—

KNOCK! KNOCK!

They froze. Had they imagined it? It was well past one o’clock in the morning - everyone should be asleep, or at least in their rooms.

“D-Director? Your lights are on – are you awake?” came a muffled voice from the other side of the door.

They had left one of her lamps on and she saw that the light reached the doorframe.

“It-It’s Muku!” Izumi whispered, her heart rate quickening as she recognized the middle schooler’s voice.

“Pretend you’re asleep,” Itaru whispered back.

“B-But, what if something’s wrong – why would he be here in the middle of the night?”

“D-Director?” Muku’s voice came again.

As Izumi’s mind raced with how she should respond, she felt Itaru shift behind her and then felt him thrust his cock into her again. Deep.

“FUCK!” she swore out loud as she simultaneously managed to slam down a moan.

“I-Izumi?! Are you okay?!” Muku cried in alarm from the other side of the door.

“I-I’m fine! I-I just stubbed my toe! G-Give me a minute!” she blurted out.

Izumi immediately whipped herself around to glare at the man behind her.

“You idiot!! What are you doing?!” she hissed, not amused by his silent snickering.

“Sorry,” he mouthed back, not looking apologetic at all.

Izumi rolled her eyes and huffed in exasperation before she crawled off of her bed and rummaged through their pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

“Did you see my panties?” she asked quietly, fumbling her pajama top on.

“No idea,” Itaru responded, reclining back onto her bed. She didn’t have to look at him to know he was staring at her ass.

With a sigh, she pulled her pajama pants on without bothering with her underwear – she needed to answer the door before Muku got even more suspicious. She then picked up her blanket, which had half fallen off the bed and threw it over Itaru.

“And stay hidden! Don’t you dare let Muku see you!” she threatened quietly.

“Yes, dear,” he responded, shooting her a cheeky smile before pulling the blanket over his head.

Then, she swiped her phone off her desk, tossing it into her pocket, and turned off the lamp – just for good measure – before she carefully opened her door.

“S-Sorry about that Muku. I… I was just, er, doing some exercises so couldn’t answer right away,” Izumi said with a chuckle as she surreptitiously stepped into the hallway and casually closed the door behind her.

“Ahhh – I’m sorry for interrupting you! So that’s why your face is so red – I was worried for a second that maybe you were sick, too,” Muku responded, clutching a hand to his chest in relief.

“N-Nope! I’m totally okay!” she practically squeaked in response. “Wait, hold on. Too? Is someone sick?”

“Uhh, well, it’s me,” the pink-haired boy stammered. “M-My stomach isn’t feeling good and I kinda threw up earlier and I still feel really nauseous…”

“You’re feeling sick?” Izumi asked, her voice softening with concern. “Did you take your temperature yet? What about medicine?”

“I-I wanted to get some medicine, but I couldn’t find the right one… I-I was going to try waking up Kazu to help me, but then I saw your light was on, so I thought I’d ask you first.”

“Okay, c’mon, let’s go down to the kitchen. I’ll take your temperature and go find the medicine for you – we just stocked up, so it should be there somewhere.”

“Th-Thanks, Izumi,” Muku replied with a wobbly smile. “Sorry I startled you earlier and made you stub your toe.”

“D-Don’t worry about that! It wasn’t your fault, at all,” Izumi responded with a forced smile, gently ruffling Muku’s hair. She was going to have words with Itaru later.

While Muku took his medication – the poor boy was running a slight fever, as well – the young woman began boiling some water to make him ginger tea. As she tossed the slices of ginger into the roiling pot, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Taking it out, she saw that she had received a message from Itaru.

‘Oops. Found your panties. I was sitting on them.’

As if for good measure, he had attached a photo of said panties.

She felt her eyebrow twitch.

Oh, Itaru was really going to get it once she got back to her room.

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY FOR MYSELF, HAHAHA. 😂

I hope you all enjoyed this silly little piece. Feel free to leave a comment and any reblogs are always appreciated!!

-Anmitsu

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fieryanmitsu · 4 years ago

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Cream Pie Antidote | A3! NSFW Week 2020 – Day 3 (Itaru/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

A late contribution to the A3! NSFW Week! I had the rough draft written out during that week, but work got crazy busy, so I just finished this up now!!

But, anyway, when I originally saw the prompts for Day 3 of the A3! NSFW Week, I laughed really hard because the “fuck or die” trope is so campy and hilarious to me. There’s so many crazy ways it can go and it’s mad entertaining. And the idea for this fic immediately jumped into my brain when I stared at the prompt. LITERALLY NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS, but here you go anyway! For your brain cells’ sake, don’t take this too seriously, haha!

CREAM PIE ANTIDOTE

PROMPTS: Masturbation / Fuck or die

CHARACTERS: Itaru Chigasaki, Izumi Tachibana

PAIRINGS: Itaru/Izumi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

CONTENT WARNING: Rated 18+ (NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations)

“Annnnd, that’s a wrap,” Itaru said to himself as he finally finished editing his next ‘Let’s Play’ video.

Removing his headset, he pushed himself off his chair and stretched his neck, wincing as he heard a crack. He had needed to spend more time than usual editing the video, so he was exhausted. But, being tired was way better than getting his account reported because he didn’t censor things properly. He still couldn’t believe his viewers had somehow voted for him to play a recently released R18 visual novel. He had a suspicion that someone was trolling him, but he couldn’t let his viewers down… so, he had played through the prologue and first chapter of the ‘Cream Pie Antidote: The Cumplete Edition’.

All in all, the storyline was ridiculous (as expected). The story took place in the year 20XX, where Tokyo was suddenly plagued with a deadly virus that had a 69% mortality rate. However, said virus only affected women and the only known antidote was to inject semen into the infected person’s body, because it apparently neutralized the virus. Of course, the protagonist was an ordinary salaryman who was suddenly thrust—pun intended—into the position of having to help several of his infected female acquaintances.

The voice acting was only so-so, and the background music was appropriate, but uninspired. On the other hand, the sound effects and the graphics were top-notch. He had especially enjoyed the CGs of the protagonist’s next-door neighbour. It definitely wasn’t because she had long, straight, brown hair and bright eyes that suspiciously resembled a certain curry-obsessed director.

Stifling a yawn—it was nearly 4:00am—Itaru hauled himself onto his bed. He was glad he had washed up earlier, because he was beat. Even the titillating nature of the game wasn’t enough to keep his exhaustion at bay. Putting his phone and glasses to one side, he plopped himself down onto his pillow and immediately fell fast asleep.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hnnng…” Itaru groaned, pulling his blanket over his face.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Ugh, who the fuck is that?” he swore to himself as the knocking continued. Everyone should know not to disturb him on a weekend when there was no Spring Troupe practice scheduled.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

With an annoyed sigh, Itaru slid down the ladder of his bed, stumbled over to the door and wrenched it open, ready to give the person on the other side a piece of his mind.

However, as soon as he opened the door, someone slammed right into him.

“I-Itaru—thank goodness!” Izumi gasped as she caught herself on his chest.

“Izumi? What are you—Hey, what’s wrong?! You’re sweating buckets!” he exclaimed as he realized the young woman leaning on him was drenched with sweat, her thin t-shirt clinging to every curve of her chest. Her face was flushed and her eyes looked glossy as well.

“I-I’m sorry, Itaru. I was trying to be careful so that I wouldn’t catch the virus, but… I-I think I must have picked it up somehow,” she said, panting slightly. “I-I could just barely reach your room… Y-You’re the only one who can help me.”

“H-Huh?” Itaru could only stare at Izumi with wide eyes. He was suddenly having déjà vu. This was exactly what the next-door neighbour had said to the protagonist in ‘Cream Pie Antidote’. He must be dreaming.

“Please help me, Itaru. Pl-Please fuck me and fill me with your cum,” Izumi gasped out, her hands grasping his shirt.

Definitely a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe he should pinch himself. However, just as he made to lift his hand, his eyes met Izumi’s and he found that he couldn’t look away. Her wet lips were parted and trembling, and her eyes were teary and… full of lust. After all, one of the side effects of the virus was that the infected person became incredibly aroused. He was seriously going to need to examine his mental state when he woke up—he couldn’t believe that he was dreaming up something so disgustingly self-indulgent and wish-fulfilling.

But, well… if this is a dream anyway…

“Are you sure you want me to be the one to help you?” he asked, steadying Izumi with his hands.

“Y-Yes. If… If it comes down to this, I…I want it to be you, Itaru” she replied sweetly, wrapping her arms around his waist, her breasts pressing into him.

“Then, I’ll do whatever I can to save you,” he responded, throwing all sense of logic to the wind. May as well go big or go home.

Pulling Izumi further into his room, he slammed the door shut behind her before he reached out a hand to cup her face. Her skin was hot beneath his palm and fingers��she felt so real. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned down and kissed her fervently. She leaned into him and returned his kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth. With a groan, he stumbled back and managed to catch himself in his computer chair.

“I-I heard that the most effective method is to make sure you both ingest semen and have it inserted into your vagina as well,” Izumi said as she pushed herself off his shoulders.

Before he could even respond, her hands were on the waistband of his sweatpants. With one smooth yank, she pulled off both his pants and his underwear.

“Wh-Whoa!” he yelped, nearly falling off his chair with the movement, grasping the armrests just in time. Then, Izumi’s hand was wrapped around his cock and stroking it up and down. “A-Ahh!”

“Does it feel good?” Izumi asked coyly, peeking up at him through her lashes as she continued to pump his member with long strokes.

“Y-Yeah,” he choked out. This was better than his imagination. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as he relished the feeling of her smooth hands. Then, he groaned as he suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation engulf him. He opened his eyes and glanced down, letting out a sigh of appreciation as he watched the back of Izumi’s head dip up and down below him.

His grip on his chair tightened as he tried to control his breathing, but Izumi was doing something with her tongue and teeth, and it was driving him crazy. Then, her hand started moving in rhythm with her mouth and he could feel his orgasm building.

“I-Izumi—I’m… I’m going to… come…” he gasped out as he bucked his hips into her mouth, desperate to obtain release. And then, it hit him, and he moaned as he felt his seed shoot out of him.

He heard Izumi’s muffled exclamation, but she didn’t let go of his cock until he stopped ejaculating. As his high died down, Izumi moved back and swallowed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Sorry, I don’t think I gave you enough warning,” he muttered, heart still pounding.

“It’s fine—I’m so glad you gave me such a big load. I’m already starting to feel better than earlier,” Izumi responded. Indeed, she appeared to have stopped sweating at least. “But… I still need you to take care of me… down there.”

Itaru’s eyes widened as Izumi suddenly stood up and stripped off her clothes. He couldn’t help but gape when she slowly removed her panties, because, when she did, he could see her juices drip out of her steadily and splatter to the floor.

“The virus won’t be neutralized fully until you fill me up with your cum… And… I-I��m so, so wet, Itaru… Please, won’t you put your big, juicy cock in me?”

His brain vaguely registered how he had laughed at that dialogue line during his playthrough—but, now, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t affecting him. He was a weak man.

“Get on the couch.”

Izumi immediately laid herself onto his couch and spread her legs, continuing to drip her fluids all over the cushion. He tentatively put one hand on her knee and slowly dragged his palm down her thigh, relishing in the feel of her smooth skin. Izumi moaned at the touch and, as he reached the apex of her thighs, he sighed at how absolutely slick she was under his fingers.

“I-Itaru, please!” she begged, panting hard as he pushed a finger into her. It was ridiculous how easy it was to slip inside her—there was absolutely no resistance. After a few pumps, he slid in a second digit and he could feel more fluids gush onto his hand. His cock was twitching—already erect again despite his recent orgasm.

“I-I need more. Please, Itaru—I want your cock to penetrate me.”

Biting back a groan, Itaru extracted his fingers, giving them a quick swipe with his tongue—delicious, of course. Then, he pushed her legs farther apart and lined himself up with her opening.

“All right, I’m going in now,” he announced. Seeing her nod beneath him, he pushed himself in slowly. He moaned as she enveloped him—she was so warm and tight, and how was it even possible for someone to be this wet?

Izumi moaned and he felt himself growing bigger. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist and she arched her back, trying to push him deeper inside her. A shot of pleasure coursed through him as he sank further in.

After a moment of savouring the feeling of her pussy around him, he slowly began to pump in and out. With each movement, wet sounds lewdly echoed around them, punctuated by Izumi’s short cries every time he pushed into her.

“I-Itaru! M-More! Please, fuck me harder!” Izumi panted between parted lips. Her cheeks were rosy pink and her hair splayed around her in disarray.

Itaru could only nod as he hooked his hands under her knees and pressed her further into his couch, shoving her legs towards her chest so that he could leverage himself over her. He then thrusted into her, trying to reach deeper inside. Her inner walls were squeezing him, and he could feel the pressure building up inside of him again. He’s never felt this good before.

“I-Itaru, I-I’m coming!” Izumi gasped beneath him. And then, a moment later, she screamed and her walls clenched around his dick and he choked back a gasp. The feeling of her squeezing him was too much, and he knew he would come too. Just a few… more… thrusts.

“A-Ahhh!” he half-gasped, half-choked out as an intense orgasm ripped through him. He could feel his cum shoot out of him with his final push. But, even with the large load that he knew had blown out, he could still feel more. With a groan, he slammed himself into her again, shooting out more of his seed inside her. And then again. Finally, he felt that he had completely spent himself and he slowly pulled out.

“Wow, there’s so much cum, it’s leaking out of you,” he remarked as he extricated himself. His white seed was dripping out of her, as if there had been too much to contain inside. It was all over her pussy lips, mixing with her own fluids, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He had never really caught on to the appeal of creampies, but he thinks he might be a changed man after this.

“I-I shouldn’t let it go to waste,” Izumi responded shyly, reaching a hand down between her legs. She scooped up the excess fluids with her fingers and slowly pushed them inside herself. “I-I want… every… last… drop… inside… me…”

Each of her words was punctuated by a shove of her fingers diving deep inside her, her hips thrusting up with each movement. And, just as Itaru could feel his cock growing hard again, his eyes snapped open.

“Holy shit,” he groaned as he came face-to-face with his ceiling.

After taking a very cold shower, Itaru made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find some leftovers from lunch. As he pushed the door open, a sweet and tantalizing smell wafted past him.

“Oh! Itaru, you’re awake!” Izumi exclaimed, turning around at the sound of the door opening. “There’s leftovers in the fridge—I’ll heat it up for you. Or—I know it’s not really a proper lunch, but I just finished baking something if you want to eat that fresh!”

Itaru’s heart pounded a little faster as he took in her appearance. She was slightly flushed—probably from working over the oven—and her hair was tossed up in a disheveled ponytail. An image of her spread out on his couch briefly flashed into his head.

“Oh? What did you bake?” he asked, distracting himself with the coffee-maker.

“Omi taught me the recipe the other day, so I made coconut cream pie!”

Itaru’s hand froze. A moment later, he resumed the motions of measuring out the coffee grinds.

“Heh. Sure, I’ll have some cream pie.”

“… You know what, I changed my mind. I don’t like that smirk on your face. You’re not allowed to have any.”

I apologize—my brain is only filled with garbage, hahahaha! This idea was just so funny to me, I couldn’t help but write it out. Hopefully you all enjoyed this ridiculous little story, because I had way too much fun writing it!

I do have one more prompt that I want to fill from A3! NSFW Week, so will eventually post that as well!! As usual, feel free to leave a comment and reblogs are alwasy appreciated! Thanks again for reading!

-Anmitsu

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fieryanmitsu · 4 years ago

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Stronger Than Chamomile | A3! Rare Pairs Week 2020 – Day 2 (Azuma/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

Again, I am very late, but I didn’t have time to pre-write my entries, so I’ve been writing as I go!!

Also, for those who read my Day 1 entry… I’M SO SORRY, I LIED – I thought Day 2 was going to be ItaIzu again, but as I was writing I realized Day 2’s prompt fit so perfectly for this entry (which I had originally planned for later in the week), so I decided to swap them! The ItaIzu fic that was originally supposed to be for today fits a later prompt much better as well, so it will still pop up soon if you were looking out for it!

But, for now, please enjoy my piece for the “Sleepover” prompt, starring Izumi and Azuma! This takes place chronologically after the “Into the Night” event and is basically a Rated R sequel to Azuma’s “Wait Until Dark” SR card backstage story, haha. It’s honestly just PWP, though. I have nothing to say for myself. I hope you all enjoy!

STRONGER THAN CHAMOMILE

PROMPTS: Sleepover / Long distance

CHARACTERS: Azuma Yukishiro, Izumi Tachibana

PAIRINGS: Azuma/Izumi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

WARNING: Rated 18+ (NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations)

As Azuma approached his room after taking his usual late-night stroll, he was surprised to see a certain director standing outside his door.

“Izumi, were you looking for me?” Azuma asked as he came up to her. “I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“A-Azuma!” Izumi squeaked, whirling around at his greeting. “S-Sorry – you scared me! I actually just got here a few minutes ago.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill, after all – considering you’re only in your pajamas,” the older man remarked. “Why don’t we chat inside?”

With a nod, Izumi followed him into his room and settled herself on the couch as he took off his cardigan and hung it in his closet.

“So, what brings you here so late, Izumi? Is something the matter?” Azuma asked as he finally settled himself across from her. He could see a slight blush across her cheeks, and he couldn’t help chuckling lightly to himself.

“U-Umm, well,” she started nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her pajama shirt. “I… I was having trouble falling asleep.”

“Ahhh – I’d be happy to make some chamomile tea for you again,” he replied, getting up from his seat to fetch his tea set and water kettle.

Just a few weeks ago, he had caught Izumi wandering around in a bout of sleeplessness. He remembered that she had knocked right out after some chamomile tea and the help of a heated eye mask, and some relaxing scents and sounds. Running through his mental supply list, he was sure that he still had a pack of the eye masks left and he had plenty of the lavender incense he had used last time.

“A-Actually! I-I think I need something, umm, stronger than chamomile to put me to sleep today,” Izumi responded, her blush much more pronounced than earlier.

Azuma’s eyebrows raised a fraction of an inch as his eyes noted her flustered expression and the movements of her thighs squeezing together. A knowing smile spread across his lips as his hand reached into his storage cupboard.

“How about a nightcap, then?” he asked breezily, pulling out two sake cups.

“Th-That, um, should help, I think,” Izumi answered stiltedly.

The silver-haired man hummed to himself as he poured out two cups of sake and handed one to the young woman in front of him. She stared at the cup for a moment, as if resolving something, and then threw back the sake in one gulp. She coughed once as she wiped her mouth with the back of a hand, and then pushed the cup across the table towards him.

“I-I need one more, please.”

Azuma chuckled and wordlessly poured her a second cup as he took a sip of his own. This time, she drank it a bit more slowly. Leaving Izumi to nurse her cup, he stood up once more and lit a stick of incense.

“That smell… it’s not lavender, is it?” Izumi asked as the scent wafted across his room.

“No, this is a citrus-scented one,” he replied. “I thought we might want something more… invigorating.”

He didn’t think that she could turn any redder, but he was proven wrong.

“You look like you have something on your mind, Director,” Azuma teased gently, settling back onto the couch. “I’d love to help you, if you want to tell me what’s the matter.”

After a long moment of Izumi staring a hole into his coffee table, she finally lifted her head to look him in the eyes.

“Azuma… I’m… I’m having trouble sleeping,” Izumi said with determination. “And it’s… it’s because I can’t stop thinking about you, uh, doing things… to me.”

Her voice practically squeaked at her last words and Azuma found it absolutely adorable.

“My, my, what kind of things could you be talking about?” Azuma asked mischievously, setting his sake cup down. “I’m afraid you’ll have to give me a bit more detail to catch me up to speed. My mind doesn’t work as fast as it used to, you know.”

Instead of responding right away, Izumi suddenly stood up and crossed the space between them. Then, she was on his lap, straddling his hips.

“Th-These kinds of things,” she gasped out, flushed and already panting as she pressed herself against his crotch.

Azuma chuckled deep in his throat in response and placed a long finger against her slightly parted lips.

“I’ll have you know, that I don’t usually offer these kinds of services to my clients. But, since you’re not one of my clients, I’ll make a very special exception for you,” he said with a seductive smile. “Now, why don’t you be a good girl and crawl onto my bed for me? I’d much rather you be laying down comfortably.”

As if she were in a daze, Izumi slowly climbed off him and clambered onto his bunkbed. In the meantime, he proceeded to light several candles and put on a CD with some soft music. Then, he flicked off the overhead lights and pulled himself onto his bed, where Izumi was on her back with half-lidded eyes. The candles backlit her perfectly.

Crawling over her, he leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of Izumi’s neck, smiling as she gasped and squirmed under him.

“By the way, I’m very flattered that you think of me this way,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ll be sure to show you my appreciation properly.”

Then, he slowly took the lobe of her ear into his mouth and sucked gently before licking up the back of her ear and then down her neck. Izumi flinched at the foreign sensation and squirmed beneath him. As he moved down her neck, he made sure to suckle at the delicate skin – just enough to draw a gasp from her mouth, but not enough to leave a mark.

Once he made his way down to her collarbone, reaching the juncture of where her skin met her pajama top, he slowly began to unbutton her shirt. With each inch revealed, he pressed a delicate kiss against her bare skin, revelling in the quivers of her body as he trailed his other hand down her clothed back.

“How naughty. You came here without even putting on a bra,” he chided lightly, tracing the bottom curve of an exposed breast with the tip of his finger.

Izumi let out a gasp at the sensation, arching her back, as if doing so would bring his hand closer.

“I-I didn’t think to put it back on when I came over,” she replied, voice breathy.

Having completely unbuttoned her shirt, Azuma tugged gently slipped her shirt of one shoulder. Reading his cue, Izumi sat up slightly and allowed him to slide the rest of her shirt off her left arm. As he did so, he peppered feather light kisses on her shoulder, moving down her bicep, elbow and forearm.

When his lips reached her wrist, he lapped at it with his tongue, swirling a circle on it before he sucked and nipped at the fragile surface, his other hand still lightly gliding up and down the side of her torso. Izumi moaned lustily as he left a mark.

Next, he licked up the outside of her thumb, and took her pointer and middle finger into his mouth. Making sure that his eyes were locked with hers, he suckled on them gratuitously, as if they were exquisite candy, taking note of her mouth parting and eyes glazing over. Planting a kiss on her left palm, he tossed her shirt off the side of the bed, letting it flutter harmlessly onto one of his couches below.

Then, he took her other arm and planted wet kisses all along it, starting from her wrist this time and ending at her shoulder, before he began to leave rosy flowers along the skin of her chest as he moved down to her breasts.

“A-Azuma,” Izumi moaned, pushing her chest against his mouth as he took one of her nipples between his lips.

Suckling wetly on one of her breasts, his other hand reached up and gently massaged the other, pinching the perky nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand pressed firmly down on right her hip as she writhed beneath his ministrations.

Removing his hand from her chest, he moved it down, trailing his fingertips against her stomach, until it reached the waistband of her pajama pants. Hooking his manicured fingertips into the waistband, but purposely not catching her panties, he slipped them off her bottom and slid them down her legs.

“I don’t think I’ve mentioned it yet, but you really do make me want to eat you up,” Azuma remarked as he sat himself back on his heels, already feeling a tightness in his own pants. As if to emphasize his point, he picked up one of Izumi’s legs and nipped at her ankle, eliciting a yelp from the brown-haired woman beneath him.

Suckling on the spot he had bitten to ease the pain, he began to kiss his way down her leg as well, switching to leaving little love bites every so often, until he finally reached the apex of her thighs.

Even in the dim lighting cast by the candles, he could see the dampness on her thin panties. With his nose practically buried in her most private part, he could smell her arousal.

Planting another wet kiss on the inside of her thigh, he then dragged his tongue down the crease of her thigh and pelvis, skirting the edge of her underwear. Izumi twitched violently beneath him and he heard her sharp intake of breath. Then, he moved to licking her panties directly, right over the damp area he had seen earlier, soaking it more with his own saliva.

Above him, he could hear Izumi panting as the strokes of his tongue rubbed her panties against her sensitive lips.

“I think you’re just about done with these, don’t you think?” Azuma asked, fingers carefully grasping at the sides of her completely soaked panties.

Izumi could only answer with a nod, and Azuma slipped them off before he carelessly threw them into a corner of his room – it would be much more fun if she couldn’t find them later.

Then, he brought his face back between her legs and planted a kiss right over her opening, relishing in the warm liquid that gushed onto his lips, before he brought the flat of his tongue to lick her in one long motion.

“Ahh!” she cried out once before her voice devolved into a long moan as he continued to stroke her with his tongue.

He felt her hands bury themselves into his hair, shoving his face deeper into her pussy. Azuma repeatedly licked her in a steady rhythm as Izumi began grinding herself into his face, her pants becoming louder and louder, punctuated by gasps and moans.

Feeling her movements becoming more erratic against him, he moved his mouth over her clitoris and began to suckle and gently flick at the nub with his tongue. The timbre of her voice changed as she moved faster against him, her thighs squeezing tight on either side of his head.

A few moments later, she let out several choked gasps as he felt her tense beneath his tongue, legs constricting even more. She spasmed against his face as he retracted his lips. Then, as if all energy had drained from her, her thighs dropped tiredly to the soft surface of the bed.

Licking her juices off his lips, he smiled down at her sated face. The director’s eyes were drooping, and she looked as if she was going to pass out.

From beside his pillow, he grabbed a soft tissue and gently wiped the mess between her legs before draping his blanket over her naked body.

“Close your eyes and go to sleep, Izumi,” he murmured quietly, laying himself down beside her, careful to not jostle the young woman.

“Azu… Azuma, but what about… about you?” she asked drowsily.

“Shhhh, just enjoy the feeling and sleep,” Azuma cooed, gently stroking her hair. “And, don’t you worry about me. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me the next time you come for… a little sleepover.”

With that, he pressed a kiss against Izumi’s temple and watched her eyelids flutter shut as she fell into a deep slumber.

I wouldn’t say that smut is my strong point, but there isn’t enough Izumi smut out there and I have a need to fill the void!! I’ve never tried writing Azuma before, and was hoping to read Nocturnality before I tried tackling him, but this idea wouldn’t leave my head and so I just did my best!! Hopefully he wasn’t too out of character!

Feel free to leave me a comment with what you thought! Any reblogs are always appreciated!

My next entry for A3! Rare Pairs Week is a SFW piece, and will star a new Izumi pairing that I haven’t written for yet! I’m really hoping to get it out before the end of the weekend, so please stay tuned if you’re interested!

-Anmitsu

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fieryanmitsu · 4 years ago

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ROU! The progression of your headcanons killed me, HAHA! 😂 And then that tweet LOL!

I am also a proud subscriber to the Tsumugi being “a gentleman on the streets, a freak in the streets.” 😌 IT’S ALWAYS THE QUIET ONES!! But, I also think he gets embarrassed by his “wants” (not that it stops him, though LOL).

Damn, all this thirsty Tsumugi talk is making me eye my Tsumugi smut WIP again!!! 👀 Soon... soon...

Any headcanons on thirst Tsumugi?

Not gonna lie, I kind of saw Tsumugi as a vanilla type of person. He's just so sweet on the outside; what, with his gentle smile and sparkling eyes? He seemed totally harmless.

....But then people were suddenly like. Tsumugi is the kinkiest fucker out there. And I didn't understand? I really didn't.

And then I saw that screenshot. That damn screenshot of Tsumugi saying "good girl" and I swear I almost threw a fit!! I almost went berserk!! The sub in me... she cried.

So. HC that Tsumugi is very dirty. (I won't go into too many details.)

He loves giving praise. He likes to whisper in your ear rather than growl his appreciation for you. Also, his eyes go soft when you obey him, but his pupils get so dilated. Like. That does shit to him.

I don't really know if he'd be a sadist or a masochist, but with how much verbal abuse he can take from Tasuku, Tsumugi can be both. Depends on the person, his mood, the circumstances. He's quite versatile.

I don't actively thirst for Tsumu, but I can see the appeal.

Also, I really liked that one interaction he had with Misumi where he got angry bc my breath done stopped 🤍 I want him to shout at me too

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fieryanmitsu · 5 years ago

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A Steamy Morning | A3! (Tsumugi/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

BECAUSE I’M STILL SCREAMING ABOUT ACT 3 TSUMUGI AND HE DESERVES MORE LOVE AND ATTENTION. And I am thirsty for more content for this precious angel…. Except he’s a devil now, so I guess I’ll just go straight down to hell with some long overdue Tsumugi smut. This one has been floating around in my drafts for a while and I finally had the motivation now to finish it up, haha!

This takes place during the “High Spirits at the Hot Spring!” event and is just… PWP... but it's fluffy! I’m not sorry, haha. You have been warned~

A STEAMY MORNING

CHARACTERS: Tsumugi Tsukioka, Izumi Tachibana

PAIRINGS: Tsumugi/Izumi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

WARNING: 18+ (NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations)

Tsumugi grunted as his eyes fluttered open. The room was still relatively dark and he couldn’t see much light from behind the curtain that covered the window. All around him were the sounds of deep breathing and snoring.

Wriggling his arms from under his blanket, he reached for his phone and squinted at the backlit screen. 5:02 a.m. It was rare for him to wake up so early naturally – he was notoriously not a morning person. However, he felt wide awake and didn’t think he could fall back asleep.

Rather than toss and turn in his futon and risk waking the others, Tsumugi decided that he may as well take advantage of the early hour and take a quiet solitary soak in the hot spring. While it had been fun to be with everyone last night, he was excited by the thought of enjoying some tranquil alone time in the open air. After all, it wasn’t every day that he got to stay at a hot spring inn.

Desperate to not wake up any of his roommates, he decided to only grab his towel – which was conveniently laying on top of his bag to dry from last night – and quietly stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. It wasn’t until he was in the hallway that he realized he had forgotten to grab a pair of contacts or his glasses.

Though his vision wasn’t terrible, the slight fuzziness that his lack of eyewear caused made him pause and consider if he should return inside. But, if he started fumbling in his bag, he would surely wake someone up. Deciding to take his chances, he set off down the hall towards the stairs and began making his way to the hot spring based on his memories from last night. A few minutes later, he saw the familiar doors leading to the changerooms. He was proud of himself that he had made it there without needing to squint at any of the signs.

Stepping inside, he noted that there was only one other pair of sandals at the entrance and hummed happily at his good luck that he wouldn’t have to share the hot spring with many others. Quickly stripping off his yukata, Tsumugi stepped into the shower room and washed himself off before he took a brief soak in the indoor bath – sighing as the hot water warmed up his core. After feeling sufficiently warmed up, he draped his hand towel over his neck and stepped outside to the gorgeous outdoor bath.

The morning air was crisp and cool, and the steam from the hot volcanic water gathered in heavy clouds above the surface. Squinting slightly, he could just make out the back of another person soaking at the edge of the pool.

As he walked closer, the other person sensed his presence and turned around. It was then that he realized that what he had thought was a slender man… was in fact a woman. A woman who happened to be the director of his theatre troupe.

“T-Tsumugi?! What are you doing in the women’s bath?!” Izumi squealed in surprise, quickly trying to cover her bare breasts with arms – but a moment too late, because, even without his contacts or glasses, Tsumugi still managed to get an eyeful of her pert, well-shaped breasts.

He immediately felt the blood rush to his face – and to his groin, much to his dismay – and he quickly turned around and tried to use his hand towel to cover himself.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize – I though this was the mens’ bath! We used this door last night!” Tsumugi stammered, shocked.

“U-Um, they switched the baths this morning. I guess you must have missed the sign.”

Tsumugi inwardly kicked himself for not just sucking it up and digging out his contact lenses earlier.

“I’m so embarrassed… Pl-Please forget this happened. I swear that I didn’t see, um… much…” he responded, his voice getting quieter by the second. “A-Anyway, I’ll leave now before anyone else walks in!”

Practically yelping out his last words, Tsumugi quickly began to leave. Unfortunately for the blue-haired man, in his haste to escape, he lost his footing on the slippery rock under his feet and fell down hard on his back, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

“Tsumugi!!”

He heard a splash of water from behind him as Izumi scrambled out of the water and to his side.

“Are you okay?! You didn’t hit your head, did you?!” she cried, gently clutching his shoulder with one hand. The other was already carding through his hair, reaching behind his head to see if he had injured it.

“I-I’m fine,” he managed to gasp out as he regained his breath. “I think my pride is hurt more than anything – though I might be a bit sore tomorrow…”

“Phew… Thank goodness,” Izumi sighed, sitting back on her heels and closing her eyes in relief. “My heart was about to jump out of my chest when I saw you slip.”

“It was a close call, that’s for su—” Tsumugi’s voice trailed off as he propped himself up on his elbow and came face to face with a close-up shot of Izumi’s bare breasts. Seated as she was, it only took one downward flick of his eyes for him to take in the area between her opened thighs, and suddenly his mouth was dry.

Confused by the sudden silence, Izumi opened her eyes and saw that Tsumugi was red and slack-jawed…. and that his eyes were definitely not looking at her face. Flushing violently, Izumi was about to turn around to shield her body from his gaze when her eyes fell on a very prominent and very erect object. She froze, morbidly unable to move her eyes away. She should say something, but all she could manage was a strangled squeak.

This was enough to bring Tsumugi back to senses as he finally took in the situation between them – and more specifically his situation. He didn’t think his face could feel any hotter even if he were to plunge himself headfirst into the hot spring.

“O-Oh no!! I-I, ah…. I’m s-so sorry,” he stammered, scrambling to grab his fallen towel to regain what little decency he had left, his brain churning at double speed to come up with something to cover up his indiscretion. “This… uh, this just happens for guys sometimes. Um, it’s a physiological reaction. It-It happens a lot in the morning – It’sdefinitelynotbecauseIsawyounaked.”

The second his half-baked excuse came out of his mouth, he immediately blanched at the implication of his words.

“W-Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, it’s not that you’re not attractive enough to cause this reaction. In fact, you’re very attractive – too attractive. You’re so cute and your body is amazing. You look even better than I imagined – Ahhh!! W-What am I even saying?!”

“Tsumugi!” Izumi interrupted him loudly, and his head whipped around to look at her so quickly that he thought he heard his neck crack. Her face was bright red, but that there was a fire in her eyes.

“Did… Did you mean that…. that you think I’m attractive?”

“U-Um… Y-Yes…” he stammered, entranced by her feverish gaze.

“And that… that you imagined…”

“Yes…”

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Izumi’s face suddenly filled his vision and her lips locked onto his. The force of her kiss knocked him back onto the floor and his arms came up to brace her against him, one arm circling around her shoulder, the other sliding along her back. He could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest and he felt himself twitch at the sensation.

His head was spinning. He didn’t quite understand how this had happened, but his brain finally registered that he was kissing the woman he’d been crushing on for months and all other logic flew from his mind. Acting on pure adrenaline and instinct, he pressed his tongue forward to part her lips. With a slight whimper, Izumi allowed him access into her mouth as she bore down on him further to deepen their kiss. He could feel his lungs burning, but he didn’t want to part – didn’t want to let his lips leave hers for even a moment.

Suddenly, he was breathing again as he felt Izumi push herself off his body. Before he could say anything – or even think anything – she unexpectedly shifted and straddled his legs. His breath hitched in his throat as she slowly trailed her hands up his thighs, creeping closer to his erection.

“I-Izumi?”

And then her hand was wrapped around his length and he let out a choked gasp at the sudden contact. Her fingers were smooth and soft, and his cock twitched reflexively at her touch. He couldn’t contain his moan as she began to stroke him up and down.

“Um… It-It’s been a while since I’ve done this, s-so please tell me if it’s okay,” she murmured, ducking her head in embarrassment. He could see red staining the tips of her ears as she began pumping more earnestly.

“A-Ah! Y-you’re doing fine. Loosen your grip a bit… You can take it slow,” he responded with a small chuckle. She was seriously so cute.

Slowly gaining more confidence, and urged on by his gasps and groans, Izumi applied a bit more pressure as she stroked up and down, making sure to give careful consideration to every inch of his length. She could feel Tsumugi’s muscles tense underneath her as she kept a steady rhythm and tension in her grip. Before long, she could see beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. Swiping the sticky liquid with her thumb, she slowly dragged it down his shaft, using it as lubricant to speed up her motions.

“A-Ah, Izumi. W-Wait, st-stop,” Tsumugi gasped.

“S-Sorry, was I too rough?” she asked anxiously, moving her hand away quickly.

“No – you were great! I… I just… I want to touch you too,” he stammered, pushing himself up into a seated position.

He reached over and buried his hands into her hair – tied back behind her head in a bun – and pulled her forward for another slow and languid kiss. Izumi thought she would melt into him then and there and it wasn’t because of the heat of the steam around them. She had always been attracted to the handsome and gentle Winter Troupe leader, but she had never entertained the thought that he might like her back. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was all some fever dream.

“Izumi, will you… Will you let me try something?” Tsumugi asked softly as he parted from her.

Still stunned, the young woman could only nod. Disentangling their limbs, he gently grabbed her hand and guided her into the hot spring waters.

“It’s a bit warmer here, don’t you think?” he noted with a chuckle. He then turned her around so that her back faced him. “Can you lean over and brace yourself on the edge?”

“Uh, I can, but… what are you going to do?” Izumi asked, though her mind was already jumping to the most obvious conclusion.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to go inside. I don’t have a condom on me, after all, so… this will be the next best thing. Just stand with your legs like this.”

Soon Izumi was bent over, with her backside towards Tsumugi. Her hands were splayed on the edge of the hot spring pool to prop herself up, and her legs were spread very slightly apart. She knew that her body was still wet from the hot spring water, but there was a distinctly different kind of wetness gathered between her legs.

Suddenly, Tsumugi’s hands were on her hips, and then she felt something warm glide between her thighs and along her folds. Izumi gasped at the foreign sensation and nearly lost her balance. However, Tsumugi’s hands steadied her and he continued sliding his cock back and forth against the outside of her wet lips.

“You’re… so wet, Izumi. You feel amazing…” he groaned in between his thrusts.

She could feel hot juices flow out of her as his pace quickened. The rubbing sensation against her most intimate parts made her moan and she could feel her heartrate quicken. It felt ridiculously good – way better than anything her own hands could do – and wanting to feel more friction, she unconsciously squeezed her legs closer together.

Tsumugi moaned behind her as she tightened her thighs around his cock. The heat from the steam and from the blood rushing into his nether regions was beginning to cloud his mind. He couldn’t help but pick up the speed of his thrusts, revelling in the feeling of the soft warmth.

As he hastened his thrusts, Izumi could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against her was too pleasurable and she cried out involuntarily with each stroke. Desperate to ride the wave of heightening sensation, she began to thrust her hips back against him, feeling her ass slap against his hips.

An electrifying sensation started spreading through her body as her pants and moans became louder. And then, she was tipped over the edge as her orgasm crashed into her. She could only gasp out Tsumugi’s name weakly as she clenched her legs tightly together and shuddered, feeling the shocks of her pleasure rush through her entire body.

She could just vaguely register Tsumugi groan deep in his throat as he continued to thrust between her clenched thighs and she gasped at the feeling of his cock sliding against her sensitive pussy. But, before she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, he pulled back suddenly with a loud moan. His hands brought her hips down, and then she felt a splatter of warm liquid land on her back.

The young director’s legs were shaking and she thought she would collapse into the water, but Tsumugi slid one of his legs between hers and steadied her with his hands.

“S-Sorry, did I go overboard?” he asked softly, his breath still ragged. “Let me clean you up.”

He quickly grabbed the hand towel he had brought with him and gently wiped off his fluids from her back.

“N-No, I’m fine, just, um…. maybe a bit lightheaded,” she responded as she let herself sink down into the hot water. Her body still felt like it was on fire, she could barely even register the temperature difference despite the water being much hotter than the cool air on her skin.

“I-I’m so sorry, what was I thinking! You were already soaking in here already too. Let’s get you out of here and I’ll get you some water.”

Before he could panic any further, she grabbed his wrist and tugged on it lightly to get his attention. Suddenly feeling shy, as the realization of what they had done sunk in, she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

“Um, Tsumugi, it’s okay! Please don’t apologize. I… I really enjoyed it…”

Tsumugi could feel his heartbeat speed up once more as he took in the sweet, coy look on her face.

“M-Me too….” he responded with a shy smile of his own.

He couldn’t be happier that he had suddenly woken up early that morning.

Annnnnnnnnd, that’s a wrap. I have nothing to say for myself, but I had a blast writing every second of this. Hopefully someone out there other than myself appreciates the trash fire that constantly burns in my head. As always, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! I look at every one to give myself motivation to keep writing! Or, if you’re shy since this is smut, feel free to just drop an anonymous comment in my ask box as well! Thanks for reading everyone~

-Anmitsu

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fieryanmitsu · 5 years ago

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Talented Fingers | A3! Week 2020 – Day 1 (Itaru/Izumi/Tsumugi) | 18+, NSFW

It’s been a while since I’ve written, unfortunately, but when I saw that A3! Week was happening, I just knew I had to try to whip something up!

So, here’s my entry for Day 1 of A3! Week 2020~ We were given three prompts for each day to choose from… And, because I like to challenge my imagination (read: torture my brain), I decided that I would use all three prompts in each entry, haha.

Since one of the prompts for Day 1 was Link Skills, I just knew that I had to go with “Talented Tutors”, which features two of my favourite A3! boys: Itaru and Tsumugi. But, I will warn everyone now that this is a completely mindless, self-indulgent and spicy piece of nonsense, hahaha. I LOVE Izumi as a character as well, and I love her paired with both Itaru and Tsumugi, but couldn’t choose between the two considering the prompt… and so this happened.

Note that this entry is NSFW, but the rest of my entries should be SFW (unless something drastically changes). So if you’re under-aged or uncomfortable with NSFW content, please do check back again!

TALENTED FINGERS

PROMPTS: Director | Link Skills | Firsts

CHARACTERS: Izumi Tachibana, Itaru Chigasaki, Tsumugi Tsukioka

PAIRINGS: Itaru/Izumi/Tsumugi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ rating, NSFW, contains smutty/sexual descriptions and situations, tutor/student fantasy

“I’m home!” Izumi announced tiredly as she walked into the first-floor lounge of the Mankai dorms. She had been helping her friend’s theatre troupe with painting background sets all day and she felt completely beaten up. She was sure that her knees would be bruised tomorrow and that her back would be in a world of pain when she woke up – her arm was already starting to feel like jelly.

“Welcome home! You’re back so late – you must be exhausted,” Tsumugi greeted from his spot at one of the tables. Piles of papers were sprawled out in front of him.

“GJ. Welcome home,” Itaru piped in from his spot seated across from Tsumugi. There were stacks of paper laid out before the other young man, as well. Two cups and a nearly empty pot of coffee also sat on the table between the two.

“This is an odd sight. Don’t you usually work in your room, Itaru?” Izumi asked as she walked over to the pair.

Instead of replying, Itaru simply sighed and took another sip of his coffee with one hand. With the other, he lifted one of the papers and handed it to Izumi.

She glanced at the paper and saw that it was a chemistry worksheet covered in messy hand-written responses. However, the amount of pencil marks was almost completely overshadowed by harsh red ink. Itaru’s handwriting was scrawled all over the page, circling wrong answers and writing comments in the margins. On the top right corner was Taichi’s name.

“I asked Itaru to help me with looking over the students’ homework since he used to work as a tutor as well. It’s almost exam time, so they all wanted some extra help,” Tsumugi responded with a sheepish chuckle.

“I didn’t know you worked as a tutor before, Itaru.”

“Back when I was a university student, I tutored as a part time gig. It paid well, you know,” Itaru responded with a shrug, taking a moment to tap a few buttons on his phone screen before turning back to the worksheet. Izumi had a good feeling she knew exactly what he had spent all of his earnings as she briefly stared at one of his games running automatically on his phone.

“But, wow, it looks like there’s still a lot of work ahead of you… It’s almost midnight already,” Izumi remarked, glancing at the papers on the table and nudging through them lightly. While there was a large pile of papers with red marks, there was also a significant stack that was unedited.

“Hmmm, I suppose so. Itaru’s been working on correcting worksheets while I’ve been making some study plans based on what areas they’re struggling with.”

“Yeah, usually worksheets don’t take this long to work through…. But, Taichi’s homework is a disaster… and don’t even get me started on Tenma… It’s taking me three times as long to go through theirs than the others’…” Itaru sighed again.

“Do you need any help? I don’t have any tutoring experience, but if there’s anything I can do, please let me lend you two a hand,” Izumi offered.

“You wouldn’t mind? Maybe you could go through the Japanese homework? It’s just checking off if they wrote the kanji properly and in the right context, so I think that you should be able to handle that,” Tsumugi replied as he shifted through the worksheets on the table.

“No problem! Oh! I’ll make us a new pot of coffee! My friend also gave me box of cookies as a thank you as well – let’s share them together!”

“Ahhhh, caffeine and sugar – the best nutrients for our brains~ Want to feed me one? Since my hands are busy?” Itaru asked with a teasing smirk.

Izumi rolled her eyes and plunked the now-open box of cookies on the table.

“Nice try, but that smile won’t work on me!”

“Ah, well, it was worth a shot,” Itaru lamented as he helped himself to one of the cookies, mumbling a quick thanks through a mouthful of crumbs before he picked up his pen again.

“Oh, Azuma was telling me about this bakery the other day,” Tsumugi remarked, examining the box. “But, thanks again for helping, Izumi. I’ll leave the worksheets here for you.”

“No problem – glad to help!”

After brewing a new pot of coffee, Izumi grabbed herself a mug and sat down in front of the worksheets that Tsumugi had collected for her. As she took a sip of the coffee, she couldn’t help but stare for a moment at the two men in front of her. It was a striking image – two handsome young men bent over their work with serious looks of concentration, pens flying across the pages.

The Mankai Company students were certainly lucky to have access to not one, but two talented tutors. She hadn’t been a bad student back in her school days, but she had always been middle of the pack when it came to academic subjects. She couldn’t help but idly wonder how it would have been if she had been tutored by Tsumugi and Itaru. She had seen them both explain concepts to the students before, and they were both always so clear and easy to understand. Maybe she would have had an easier time in school.

As she focused on the worksheets in front of her, listening only to the scratching of pen on paper, the ticking of the clock and the occasional sipping of coffee, Izumi felt her eyelids grow heavy. She had been doing physical labour for close to eight hours, and it was now close to one in the morning. She tried to shake her head to wake up, but soon found herself completely nodding off….

“… Izumi… Izumi… Wake up, Izumi…!”

Izumi’s eyes snapped open as she heard someone call her name. Tsumugi and Itaru were staring at her with furrowed brows.

“Eh?! I-I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to drift off on you two!”

“So you did fall asleep on us,” Itaru sighed. “And here I was hoping you were just resting your eyes. You have some nerve, falling asleep on your tutors.”

“Huh? Tutors? Wait… what’s going on here?” she exclaimed, suddenly realizing her surroundings.

She had expected to be in the lounge at the Mankai dorms, but instead, she was in her bedroom back at her parents’ house. The three of them were sitting at a coffee table with worksheets and textbooks spread out before them. Looking down, she also realized that she was in her high school uniform. She idly noticed with a cringe that the skirt was a tad tighter on her than she remembered it being when she was in school – she really had to cut back on the rice…

“Why are we in my room? And why am I wearing my high school uniform?!”

“Ahaha, you must still be half-asleep, Izumi,” Tsumugi chuckled. “I know we usually tutor you at the public library, but it’s closed for emergency repairs from a water main break right now, so we’re here at your house instead.”

“And as for your uniform… well, we did ask if you wanted to change into something more comfortable first, but you were so eager to get started on studying and didn’t want to bother. But, despite your eagerness, you fell asleep…” Itaru remarked wryly.

Izumi felt like her head was swimming. What the heck was happening? Was this some kind of lucid dream? Was it because she had been wondering what it’d be like to be tutored by Tsumugi and Itaru that she had suddenly dreamed of them tutoring her?! She couldn’t believe how embarrassing this was – especially since she was in her high school uniform. What was she even supposed to do in this situation? Maybe she should pinch herself. But, before she could do anything, Itaru suddenly leaned towards her with a smirk on his face – a very seductive smirk, she couldn’t help noting.

“You know... you've been a naughty girl, falling asleep on us... Naughty girls need to be punished,” he drawled, as he inched closer to her, so that by the time he said ‘punished’, it was right in her left ear. She shuddered and felt a pleasant shiver shoot down her back.

"That’s right… Maybe we need to do something to wake you up,” Tsumugi added, closing in on her other side. “Perhaps… this will wake you up?”

And then, she felt Tsumugi’s tongue lick her ear, and she let out a yelp as he took her right earlobe in his mouth and started nibbling on it.

“Aaah, Ts-Tsumugi!! St-stop, that tickles! Nnngg-!” Izumi protested, but instead, his tongue was now licking up the back of her ear and she heard herself moan.

“Now, now, Tsumugi, that’s not a punishment at all – you’re much too gentle,” Itaru purred before he brushed aside the hair at her neck, his fingertips feeling like fire. Then, suddenly, his lips were on her neck and she yelped as she felt a sharp pain. Did he just give her a hickey?!

"Itaru!! What are you doing—!”

Both Itaru and Tsumugi were now nuzzling either side of her neck, their breath puffing against her skin, and she felt like her face was on fire. This was bad! This was very bad! But, she also felt a tell-tale shot of pleasure uncoiling in the pit of her stomach, and a stirring between her legs.

"Now, let's see if you've been paying attention...” Itaru said, lifting his face from her neck. “I was just reviewing dissociation with you. Have you solved the problem yet? Can you tell me the chemical equation for the dissociation for sodium chloride? Don't forget to provide an explanation if you want full marks."

"H-Huh? Sodium chloride?” Izumi squeaked, her mind trying to catch up with what Itaru was saying – it was very hard to focus when Tsumugi was sucking on the fingers of her hand. “U-Ummm, what was dissociation again?" How many years had it been since she’d looked at a chemistry textbook?!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really weren't paying attention, Izumi. Were you distracted while I was teaching you?" Itaru scolded, placing one long finger against her lips before she could respond. His finger then slid down her chin, tracing down her neck and stopping at the collar of her shirt. "Maybe... you really aren't comfortable in that uniform. Let me help you loosen it up."

The next thing she knew, Itaru had pulled off the ribbon tie around her neck and was slowly unbuttoning her shirt. How was he doing that with one hand?!

"Itaru!!" she protested. She knew that she should button up her shirt again, because this was going nowhere good fast, but couldn’t muster the strength in her arm when she saw him flash her a crooked smirk. Instead, her heart fluttered in her chest – if only she didn’t find that smug face so attractive!!

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her right hand.

"Izumi..." Tsumugi looked at her with the saddest puppy-dog eyes and she felt her heart shoot up her throat. Gosh, he was so, so cute. "I had asked you to finish filling in the kanji on this worksheet, but you’ve only filled in two of the blanks… I worked so hard to make up this worksheet – were the questions too dull? Is my teaching boring you?”

“N-Not at all, Tsumugi!! You’d never bore me!” Izumi protested immediately, her mouth moving faster than her brain. All she could think was how she could stop this angel from looking so disappointed.

“Maybe… I should do something to make my lesson more engaging?” he asked softly, the light in his eyes had now turned from puppy-dog to something distinctly more dangerous. She felt Tsumugi’s hand settle on her right leg and whimpered as she felt his hand creep up her thigh, his fingertips tracing delicate circles across her skin.

Suddenly she felt a chill on her chest – her shirt was now wide open, and then she felt two hands push gently on her shoulders, and she was splayed on her back.

“It’s not good if you aren’t paying attention to your tutors, Izumi. Keep your attention only on us this time,” Itaru purred.

Itaru bent down and began kissing the top of her left breast. She let out a gasp at the sudden contact, but it quickly turned into a moan as he sucked harder and left another hickey. His left hand came up and grasped at her bra, quickly undoing the conveniently-located front clasp, exposing her breasts to the open air.

“Ahhhhh, I-Itaru,” Izumi gasped as his hand cupped her left breast and began to massage it gently, his fingers rolling her erect nipple. His mouth closed over the right breast and noisily sucked and kissed.

Before she could think too much more about Itaru’s ministrations, Tsumugi’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“That’s right, Izumi… let us teach you how to feel good.”

She felt him spread her knees apart and push up her skirt. He gently trailed his fingers down both of her legs, and she twitched at the ticklish sensation. Then, she felt one of his fingers trace the line where her panties met her thighs. The feeling of the edge of his nail against the sensitive flesh made her groan, her voice becoming louder as he moved his finger over to her most sensitive spot.

“You’re such a quick learner, Izumi, you’re already so wet that it’s soaking through your panties…” And indeed, as he pressed and stroked her, she felt her juices soaking through the thin layer of cotton.

She yelped as she suddenly felt Itaru’s teeth lightly scrape across her breast and his left hand tweaked her nipple, as if he didn’t want to be forgotten. A shot of pleasure coursed through her and she felt her back arch off the floor.

“Nnnnng, I-Itaru!”

Before she could recover, she let out a gasp as Tsumugi’s finger moved the panel of her underwear aside and plunged a single finger into her.

“Ah… ah…. Ts-Tsumugi…!” She could feel a gush of hot liquid ooze out of her opening at the sudden entry.

It all felt so good. The sensation of both Itaru playing with her breasts, and the steady pump of Tsumugi’s finger inside of her. She could feel a pressure building up inside the depths of her stomach and she let out another loud, wanton moan.

“… Izumi… Izumi… Wake up, Izumi…!”

Tsumugi gently shook Izumi’s shoulder as she whimpered again in her sleep, but she wasn’t stirring from her slumber.

They had moved the young director to the coach when she’d fallen asleep in her chair about half an hour ago. But, suddenly, they heard her groaning and calling their names. They could see that she was squirming on the couch and was panting heavily. Concerned, they had decided to check on her.

“She seems to be having a bad dream… Should we try harder to wake her up?” Tsumugi questioned, looking up at Itaru.

“Hmmm, yeah, she’s sweating a bit, maybe she’s getting sick… it would be better for her to sleep in her bed—” Itaru started to respond, but was interrupted by Izumi. Moaning his name. In a very, very erotic voice.

“Nnnnng, I-Itaru!”

Itaru’s eyes widened in shock. The young director’s brows scrunched up and her lips were parted in a pant. He had never seen such an expression on her face before. And the way she had moaned his name sent blood rushing to his groin. He immediately clasped a hand over his mouth to stifle the choking sound he had made. He had no idea what she was dreaming about, but she was giving him bad ideas and his mind was about to kick into overdrive—

A moment later, she let out another moan.

“Ah… ah…. Ts-Tsumugi…!”

Tsumugi immediately felt his face flush. He was sure that if he looked in a mirror, his face would be red as a tomato. His eyes instinctively flickered to the juncture of her thighs as she clenched her legs together in another squirm. He felt his brain short-circuiting as his imagination jumped to the most inappropriate conclusion—NO, he couldn’t just assume that! Maybe she was dreaming about something else. Though he was secretly hoping that she really was dreaming about him—

“I-I’ll wake her up!” Tsumugi nearly shouted, cutting off his train of thought, his voice cracking in his desperation to cover up his embarrassment.

He quickly shook her shoulder, a little rougher this time.

“Izumi! Wake up!!” he said again, probably louder than he intended.

Finally, Izumi’s eyes snapped open, and she saw Itaru and Tsumugi staring down at her, both looking at her with anxious faces. Maybe she was still groggy, but they also looked quite red-faced.

One second passed in silence as she stared at the two men. And then another. And then, two things hit her like a truck. One, she remembered every detail of her dream. Two, she became distinctly aware that her panties were soaking wet. She could not believe it. She had never had such an intensely vivid and sexual dream before. In fact, this was the first time she could even remember having a wet dream at all. A wet dream about the two men who were crouching right in front of her!!

Izumi shot up into an upright position, heart racing and face flushing furiously.

“I-I’m so s-sorry I fell asleep! I-I’m not feeling well, so I’m going to go back to my room!” she quickly stammered out before swinging herself off the couch.

“Have a good night!” she added quickly before she stumbled out of the lounge and practically ran to her room, leaving behind two very hot and bothered tutors.

I can’t believe this trash fire is my first contribution to the A3! fandom, hahaha. I’m sorrynotsorry for this. I had way too much fun writing this, so I hope you enjoyed it as well!

-Anmitsu

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