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Hiruko had stopped counting the amount of times she'd been beside Takumi's bed. Sitting at his chair while she took over for Nozomi. Takumi had a tendency to be knocked unconscious in many timelines. He really was useless like that…
But that pang of worry never left her chest. Seeing him lay there, face blank and exhausted, always made her think of the times those eyes never opened again. The timelines where Takumi Sumino never woke up. At least, she preferred that way of phrasing it, than to say he died. Her Takumi liked sleeping so much, imagining death as a permanent slumber for him always eased her mind.
Nozomi, as cute and capable as she was, always struggled to change Takumi's bandages, and give him the spongebaths needed. She'd blush and shake like a faun. Hiruko understood, of course. The swell of Takumi's chest had shocked her the first time she saw it. It felt perverse to be looking at a part of himself he clearly preferred to hide. Nozomi, bless the girl, knew this.
So Hiruko always took over the responsibility, in most of the timelines. While this Takumi knew no better, she knew her previous Takumi's had enthusiastically shown her his chest. While not consent, it was better than the alternative.
Her gaze lingered on his form as she gently pressed the damp washcloth to his arms, lifting his forearm to get access to his armpit, gently swiping the area with the water. She'd dunk the washcloth back into the lukewarm water, wringing it out before returning. His body really was beautiful. She'd seen it scattered all over the courtyard, she'd seen his insides intimately. And yet, it always brought a warm feeling to her chest when she got to see his form.
Her fingers grazed along Takumi's collarbone, fiddling with the strap to his sports bra. This part always felt particularly perverse, but his hygiene was important. She lifted the bra's straps up, maneuvering Takumi's body around it. She discarded the undergarment, making mental note to personally wash it, lest Takumi's trusted secret be let out.
She cleaned under his breasts, glad she had grown accustomed to the action, as the sweat and grime of battle really was starting to build up under his boobs. This really would cause a problem soon… She thought. Generally, Takumi stayed unconscious for a long while, but his body still would sweat as he fought off whatever affliction caused him to become bedridden. Plus it's hardly like he's particularly good at remembering to clean his sports bras. She sighed.
Hiruko continued cleaning his body, keeping her touches as professional as she could, while still yearning to touch him in ways she had in the past. Intimate grazes, holding him like he would collapse if she let go.
While changing the washcloth and water, Hiruko didn't expect to turn back around to see Takumi's brilliant blue eyes staring back at her. "S-shizuhara?" His voice croaked, from lack of use.
"Oh! Sumino." Hiruko jumped, placing her hand on her chest. "You startled me."
"Where… What…" He struggled with his words.
"You're in your bedroom. You were decapitated by Dhalxia in the last defensive battle. We put you in the Revive-O-Matic, but for some reason you weren't waking up. Likely just your hemoanima needing to recirculate in your body." She explained. "Are you feeling alright?"
Takumi absentmindedly started patting his body, horror dawning on his face as he felt his hands come into contact with skin. He quickly pulled the bedsheets onto his body, covering his chest.
"You saw…?" He asked quietly.
Hiruko nodded. They'd had this conversation before, other versions of him. "I'll keep it to myself though."
Takumi nodded, face as red as his hair. "Sorry but could you pass me my sports bra?"
Hiruko shook her head. "Sorry, it needed cleaning. I hand washed it." She spoke, "I tried looking for another pair but…"
Takumi sighed. "That's my only one." He mumbled. He looked up at the ceiling. "I guess it's alright if you know."
"I appreciate the trust you place in me, Sumino." Hiruko replied, "Is it alright if I continue cleaning you? I'd help you into the shower but I don't want you to slip."
Takumi gave a bashful nod. Hiruko returned to cleaning his body, Takumi's breaths in her ear as he winced each time she moved his body for him.
Hiruko's hands danced over his supple skin. His training had began tightening the muscles up, but he still remained remarkably soft to the touch. Unlike Hiruko's toned body. A part of her always wondered how he fell for her in so many timelines, when she was always so spiky and hard to the touch.
When Hiruko began cleaning his inner thighs, Takumi began twitching, body trying to get away from her touches. "Shizuhara, I-I can clean there myself!"
"Nonsense, you're still weakened. You really should lay down and rest." She commented. Okay, maybe she would allow herself a little divulgence, as a treat.
"I'm well enough to clean down there!" He protested weakly, but Hiruko could see his trembling.
Hiruko smirked, running the washcloth up and down his inner thigh. "But Sumino, you've been asleep for so long. Your hygiene is of my upmost concern." She spoke, slowing down the strokes of the washcloth. "What kind of bed nurse would I be if I let you get ill from infection."
Takumi wanted to argue. Hiruko had seen that look in his eyes countless times. But the way Hiruko's long fingernails were slowly and delicately scratching his skin made him yield.
"Really, as our leader you need to take better care of yourself. And let us take care of you when you need it." She spoke deliberately. Her fingers moved upwards, grazing the junction of his skin that joined his pussy and thigh. "Why not just relax? Shizuhara-sama will look after you~" She purred.
Takumi clearly struggled with his internal conflict. His mind flickering between "beg her to use me as a cock sleeve" and "push her away and revoke her nursing licence". Always the indecisive leader, Hiruko would smile fondly.
Takumi nodded shyly. "I trust you, Shizuhara."
Those words melted Hiruko's heart. The words she always longed to hear, in every iteration. There had been so many times when Takumi didn't trust her, where he was skeptical of her and her intentions. Which made the timelines when he did trust her without proof, without any plan B, implicitly, all the better.
Sumino-kun, I'll prove I'm someone worth placing your trust in. I promise.
Hiruko placed a kiss to Takumi's inner thigh. Earning a cute whimper as she did. She discarded the washcloth, letting it soak on the floor as she shimmied her body downwards. "Just like that, Sumino." She whispered against his burning skin. "Just lay down."
He listened to her, letting his body fall limp as he pressed his back to the sheets. His thighs tensed everytime Hiruko's breath grazed over the sensitive areas. "Sh-shizuhara, didn't you say I was dirty? S-should you really be…?" He stammered.
"Let me worry about that." She replied. This Takumi didn't know about Hiruko's extensive fetishes and kinks, and she didn't want to ruin the mood by admitting to some of them right now. That would come later, she reassured herself.
Still, Takumi's scent from between his legs was intoxicating at best. The sweat and arousal matting his pubic hair against his skin. And Hiruko had a front row seat.
She began licking along his thighs, using her hands to keep them in place, resting on her shoulders. She would dig her nails in when Takumi started writhing, small punishments needed to keep him in line.
"Be a good boy for me." Hiruko spoke against his heat. "If you moan nicely for me, I'll let you put your hands in my hair as I work my magic."
Takumi keened, tightening his thighs around Hiruko's ears. It didn't bother her, only serving to get her own arousal rushing around her bloodstream.
Hiruko started peppering Takumi's outer labia with kisses, licking up some of the sweat that pooled there as she did. True to his word, Takumi couldn't help the quiet moans escaping his lips. Hiruko looked up to see his nipples hardened, red and puffy as Takumi's eyes were shut tightly.
She chuckled, taking her glasses off. "Sumino~" she singsonged. "Put these on. Look after them for me, okay?"
Takumi nodded, head heavy, as he took her glasses. He pressed them to his nose, pupils dialating as they adjusted to the sudden blurriness. A small gesture of possession, but Hiruko liked seeing him wear her things. Her Takumi wearing herglasses. He just looked so perfect.
"Sumino, you're so handsome." She spoke, peppering kisses along his pubic hair. "You're just so perfect for me."
Takumi couldn't help the whimpers from his mouth as Hiruko continued. "Getting to see you like this, to be between your legs, is such an honour. You're such a determined person, and you have an even prettier face." She praised. "And you're doing exactly what I tell you." She licked a long stripe up his pussy, opening his outer lips with her tongue. "What a good boy you are."
Takumi's back arched as she spoke and licked. His hands immediately flew to her scalp, gripping her hair for purchase, as if it would ground him.
Hiruko took that as her sign to get to work. Though, could one call it work when it was so enjoyable? She dug her face between his legs, licking his labia slowly. Her own eyes began to close, getting lost in the motions, and the feeling of Takumi's fingers in her hair.
Her tongue circled his clit, applying pressure as she moved the sensitive nub with her tongue. She licked along the hood, and the sensitive tip, slowly. Her tongue's movements began to speed up as Takumi's moans grew louder.
"O-oh my god, Shizuhara…" Takumi moaned breathlessly. His fingers tightened in her hair as her tongue lapped up at his pussy.
Takumi's pussy had long since become wet, but the wetness was now smearing all over Hiruko's chin and lips as she devoured his manhood. Her fingers moved upwards, squelching inside him as she continued sucking and licking his clit.
Her long fingers stimulated his insides, stretching him out as her lips closed around the sensitive bundle of nerves. She licked and sucked, earning louder and louder moans.
"Shizuhara!!" Takumi moaned, "Oh god, oh fuck." He spoke, "I-It… you… Oh fuck, you feel so good!" He whined wantonly. At least now his inhibitions were melting away.
Hiruko added another finger to his pussy, massaging his g-spot as she sucked on his cute clitoris. In times like these she wished they could communicate telepathically. She wanted to tell him what a good boy he was. How handsome he was. How sexy his moans were. How much she wished she could fuck him into the mattress right now.
She pulled herself away from his clitoris, watching his pussy twitch and ooze as she continued fingering him. "Sumino, you're my handsome little slut, aren't you?"
"Ah- Y-yeah!!" Takumi's pussy tightened around her fingers, "Oh my god Shizuhara, please."
"Please what?" She smirked.
"Put your mouth on my dick again please! I'm so so sooo…" he moaned as she scratched against his gspot, "So fucking close!"
"If that's what my good handsome boy wants~" she smirked, his pussy twitching around her fingers at her words. It didn't take much for Hiruko's minstrations to tip Takumi over the edge, her lips around his clit as she licked all he needed.
His whole body tensed as he came. Back arching and fingers in Hiruko's hair tightening. The only word that came to Hiruko in that moment was gorgeous.
Takumi slumped against the bed, wincing as Hiruko slowly removed her fingers, licking his secretions off them. "Good boy." She spoke softly, taking the washcloth to dab at his most dirty parts softly, before tucking the blanket over his body.
"Shizuhara… you didn't…" He trailed off, exhaustion hitting him all at once.
"Ssshhh…" She smiled, "Let me worry about that. You just focus on resting." She spoke, "You can worry about returning the favour when you're better." She smiled.
Takumi's face softened, reassured by her words.