There he was. Taichi Dan, manager of Yamabuki’s boy’s tennis team. God, he was so hot, in an irresistibly adorable kind of way, that is.
Her relationship with him had been rapidly improving over the past few weeks, though they weren’t officially a couple, they’d agreed that as soon as they French kissed, they’d be declared a couple. Now, she was ready to take it to that level. The question was, did Taichi agree that the time was right?
Either way, she wasn’t really thinking when she suddenly began approaching him as he watched the team practice from outside the courts. He realized her presence only when she was not ten feet away--too late for him to really react to her closeness. “Ah, ________-senpai, he--!!”
She lifted him slightly, her tight grip falling on his shoulders and pressing him to the gate. He went to ask her exactly what she was doing but was cut off by her lips smashing into his own. He was shocked at her forward movement, especially considering the fact that she wasn’t really one for PDA. Then, he was really shocked. Her tongue jolted into his mouth and pressed against his tongue, his lips pried open by her own. He moaned as she tilted her head slightly for better access. He moaned, his legs twitching and bucking for a little, he gripped the fence only because his arms were rendered immobile from the way she was gripping him. Saliva trickled down his chin, his tongue fought fiercely against hers. Finally, she pulled away, licking up the saliva from the corner of his mouth and his chin. He was panting, eyes wide and shocked at the passion she’d shown so suddenly. Showing trouble standing, because he was so out of it, he held onto the gate but still fell to his butt.
“See you tomorrow, Taichi-kun.”
He nodded vigorously, she smirked down at him. “Y-yeah…s-see ya…around…”
Behind him all the regulars were staring, Sengoku muttering angrily, “Lucky dog…”
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