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kat8chaTitle: Frills and Fapping
Author: kat8cha
Fandom: Oofuri
Pairing: Tajima/Hanai
Rating: R
Summary: The club does a maid cafe in order to raise money. Hanai is the star attraction, even their star hitter can't resist.
The dresses were pink and fluffy. They were tight around the bodice, but there was just enough room for a little 'padding'. Tajima had got a training bra from somewhere (everyone had been too scared to ask WHERE) and filled plastic bags with jello. His fake breasts bounced every time he cheerfully ran to answer a 'master's' call. It was embarrassing. More than that, the entire affair was embarrassing. Hanai could not believe that Coach Momoe had forced them to go through with this. If Hanai thought about it long enough he might come to the conclusion that it was Momoe who had slipped the paper reading 'maid café' into the hat.
They'd needed some sort of activity to raise money. Momoe was always doing side jobs, but the team needed to pitch in now and again. Nishiura was having a sort of 'sports club fundraising festival' and all the sports teams were supposed to come up with an event and generate money. Considering they were SPORTS clubs most of the clubs were doing sports related activities. The swimming team was providing swimming lessons, the soccer club was holding a match…
But the baseball club was filled with all sorts of individuals who had all sorts of ideas and so they had decided to decide by lottery as to what idea was the best. An exhibition match? Batting cages? Blindfolding Mihashi and having him pitch? There had been a lot of ideas.
"Azusa-chaaaaaaaaaan!" One table called out, the guys at the table waving their hands in the air. Hanai fought with his instincts but he knew there was no way to stop the blush. At this point he was surprised his skin had not permanently turned red.
"Y-yes!" Hanai clutched the serving platter tight to his front as he walked over to the table. He wasn't as bad as Mihashi who couldn't get an order right (although his customers didn't seem to mind), or Abe who kept glaring at the customers and had been regulated to kitchen staff. "What can I get for you-" It was getting easier and easier to add on the last part, although Hanai still felt like gritting his teeth or dying on the spot, "master?"
The three guys at the table LEERED.
Hanai flushed. Every once in a while he felt like saying 'THIS WHOLE PLACE IS FULL OF GUYS, YOU KNOW?!' But he would hope that the 'customers' knew that. They were a baseball team, baseball. And then one of the guys glanced at his legs (which Hanai felt VERY uncomfortable about because the skirt was SHORT and he couldn't clutch the serving platter there because it would just be awkward…) and Hanai had to suppress the urge to smack them all with his platter and storm into the kitchen. "If you don't have anything to order…" He wasn't even trying to sound like a girl. He sounded like a GUY.
He was a guy! He looked manly! He was manly all over! …except his given name, which was the name the (jerks) baseball team had made him wear on his name badge.
"Ah, no, we'll have…" And they rattled off a (thankfully) short order. Hanai jotted it down and darted off to hand it over to Abe.
"Coach." Hanai signaled Momoe, who came over from her spot at the door to talk to him. "I need a break. I'm going to…"
Momoe clapped Hanai on his shoulder. "You've been here since we opened! Feel free to take a rest, Hanai!" Hanai gave a thankful sigh and smile and tried not to kill someone when a few of the customers WHISTLED at him on his way out.
He made his way to the roof FAST. There weren't any clubs set up on the roof so Hanai was able to relax.
Finally.
He slumped down against the fence that ran around the perimeter and turned his face up to the sky. This was awkward, and uncomfortable. He wasn't like Tajima who was extolling the FREE AND BREEZY virtues of a skirt, or Izumi who actually kind of managed to look COMFORTABLE or Sakaeguchi who… well, he was actually kind of cute. Mihashi looked nervous in PANTS so it wasn't like being in a skirt was any different… So why did all the guys keep flirting with him? He wasn't wearing a wig (just a stupid frilly headband) and he had cropped hair. He was wearing his glasses, yeah, so maybe they went for glasses girls… but he still wasn't cute.
And he was tall! Super tall! Okay, not super tall… but tall. He wasn't small like a girl or anything.
So why DID they keep flirting with him?!
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI." The sound of Tajima calling his name and running up the stairs was sort of like the sound of an icecream truck as it drove closer and closer. Or maybe more like a police siren, Tajima did not come with delicious treats but he did come with an odd clenching feeling in the pit of Hanai's stomach. Dread, that's what it was, it was dread.
Hanai groaned and buried his face in his hands. He didn't want to go back. He didn't. And Tajima couldn't make him!
"Hanai!" Small but insistent hands shook Hanai's shoulders. "Hanai! Are you taking a nap?"
"No." Hanai grumbled into his palms. "I'm dead. Tell the coach I've died. She'll need a new team captain. Abe can do it. The ulcer'll be good for him." Or the lack of teeth, if Abe was captain he would probably grind his teeth into dust in a week.
Ah. What delightful thoughts to distract himself from the crush of crinoline and lace between his thighs.
"Hanai! You can't die! There are customers waiting for you!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh." Hanai would have flopped over but he had probably dirtied the dress enough just my sitting on the roof. "You're having fun with this, aren't you Tajima?"
Tajima was always so much cooler than Hanai, at everything. It shouldn't be a matter of being cool, not when the two of them were both dressed in frilly pink dresses and thigh high stockings, but being cool did matter because Tajima could just… handle it and Hanai couldn't.
Of course, Tajima wasn't getting whistled at.
"Of course I'm having fun!" Tajima's skirt made a flapping noise and Hanai looked between his fingers to see. Tajima was flapping his skirt and grinning. "Free and breezy. My dick likes the space!"
"…" Hanai ground his teeth together. Finally when he couldn't handle any more of Tajima's grin and the flapping sound of his skirt he let his hands fall onto his lap and glared at the short clean up pitcher. "Could you NOT think about your dick for one second?!?!" The two baseball players stared at each other then, Tajima's surprised look neatly defusing Hanai's angry glare until the captain couldn't take any more and plunked his head into his hands again. "I have a headache…"
"I know how to fix that." A 'whuff' of air and the sound of Tajima plunking down in front of him, then the sensation of hands on his skirt covered knees… pushing the skirt up and exposing him.
"Tajima!" Hanai grabbed at his skirt and pushed it back over his knees. "What are you-"
Then Tajima reached UNDER the skirt to pluck at Hanai's boxers. "Helping you get rid of that headache!"
"What does that-" Hanai was cut off by a forceful brush of Tajima's lips against his.
They'd kissed before. Once. Behind the clubroom. (Okay, twice, but the first time had been a SERIOUS accident and hadn't counted and the second time which was the only time Hanai counted had been quick and over fast.) But Tajima kissing him while his hand was up Hanai's skirt was really… weird. If he was a girl would this count as third base? Or a home run? Because Tajima's hand was-
"TAJIMA!" Hanai pushed back against the wire fence and grabbed at Tajima's shirt sleeve with the intention to toss Tajima away. But then Tajima rubbed at Hanai through his boxers…
And well…
Hanai was repressed, all right! He didn't masturbate a lot! But he was a teenage boy… getting hard so quickly was natural right?
…right?
"You wore boxers!" Tajima's voice was so loud and now it was accusatory too. Not that Hanai was wearing his boxers long, Tajima pulled them down so they bunched around Hanai's frilly white socks. "That's totally not with the theme, hanai! You should have worn panties if you were going to wear underwear!"
Hanai was going to come up with an angry retort, maybe 'you're not wearing underwear?!' or 'have some class!' or something like that, but then Tajima was jerking him off.
"Leave it to me, Hanai, I'm a masturbation expert!"
Tajima was.
And Hanai's head ache DID feel better after he'd… and then Tajima pulled his hand out from under Hanai's skirt and he… he LICKED...!!!
"TAJIMA!" Hanai hurriedly pulled his boxers up and scrambled to his feet. Then he took a few steps to the side because Tajima's face and dirty semen covered hand had been way to close to where his crotch was. "That's gross!"
"I dunno." Tajima mumbled around his middle finger. He pulled his finger out with a wet sucking noise. "I kind of like the taste!" Then Tajima was pulling up his dress and with the semen covered hand he was grabbing his hard di-
"P-put on some underwear, Tajima! Or I'll throw you out of the classroom!" Then Hanai stalked angrily away, ignoring Tajima's groan of… well, Hanai was going to tell himself it was an upset groan and not a groan of 'oh man Hanai has a nice ass I'm going to fap while looking at it'.
It was only when Hanai was halfway down the stairs to the classroom where the café was set up that he realized he had abandoned one pervert for a whole classroom full.
Author: kat8cha
Fandom: Oofuri
Pairing: Tajima/Hanai
Rating: R
Summary: The club does a maid cafe in order to raise money. Hanai is the star attraction, even their star hitter can't resist.
The dresses were pink and fluffy. They were tight around the bodice, but there was just enough room for a little 'padding'. Tajima had got a training bra from somewhere (everyone had been too scared to ask WHERE) and filled plastic bags with jello. His fake breasts bounced every time he cheerfully ran to answer a 'master's' call. It was embarrassing. More than that, the entire affair was embarrassing. Hanai could not believe that Coach Momoe had forced them to go through with this. If Hanai thought about it long enough he might come to the conclusion that it was Momoe who had slipped the paper reading 'maid café' into the hat.
They'd needed some sort of activity to raise money. Momoe was always doing side jobs, but the team needed to pitch in now and again. Nishiura was having a sort of 'sports club fundraising festival' and all the sports teams were supposed to come up with an event and generate money. Considering they were SPORTS clubs most of the clubs were doing sports related activities. The swimming team was providing swimming lessons, the soccer club was holding a match…
But the baseball club was filled with all sorts of individuals who had all sorts of ideas and so they had decided to decide by lottery as to what idea was the best. An exhibition match? Batting cages? Blindfolding Mihashi and having him pitch? There had been a lot of ideas.
"Azusa-chaaaaaaaaaan!" One table called out, the guys at the table waving their hands in the air. Hanai fought with his instincts but he knew there was no way to stop the blush. At this point he was surprised his skin had not permanently turned red.
"Y-yes!" Hanai clutched the serving platter tight to his front as he walked over to the table. He wasn't as bad as Mihashi who couldn't get an order right (although his customers didn't seem to mind), or Abe who kept glaring at the customers and had been regulated to kitchen staff. "What can I get for you-" It was getting easier and easier to add on the last part, although Hanai still felt like gritting his teeth or dying on the spot, "master?"
The three guys at the table LEERED.
Hanai flushed. Every once in a while he felt like saying 'THIS WHOLE PLACE IS FULL OF GUYS, YOU KNOW?!' But he would hope that the 'customers' knew that. They were a baseball team, baseball. And then one of the guys glanced at his legs (which Hanai felt VERY uncomfortable about because the skirt was SHORT and he couldn't clutch the serving platter there because it would just be awkward…) and Hanai had to suppress the urge to smack them all with his platter and storm into the kitchen. "If you don't have anything to order…" He wasn't even trying to sound like a girl. He sounded like a GUY.
He was a guy! He looked manly! He was manly all over! …except his given name, which was the name the (jerks) baseball team had made him wear on his name badge.
"Ah, no, we'll have…" And they rattled off a (thankfully) short order. Hanai jotted it down and darted off to hand it over to Abe.
"Coach." Hanai signaled Momoe, who came over from her spot at the door to talk to him. "I need a break. I'm going to…"
Momoe clapped Hanai on his shoulder. "You've been here since we opened! Feel free to take a rest, Hanai!" Hanai gave a thankful sigh and smile and tried not to kill someone when a few of the customers WHISTLED at him on his way out.
He made his way to the roof FAST. There weren't any clubs set up on the roof so Hanai was able to relax.
Finally.
He slumped down against the fence that ran around the perimeter and turned his face up to the sky. This was awkward, and uncomfortable. He wasn't like Tajima who was extolling the FREE AND BREEZY virtues of a skirt, or Izumi who actually kind of managed to look COMFORTABLE or Sakaeguchi who… well, he was actually kind of cute. Mihashi looked nervous in PANTS so it wasn't like being in a skirt was any different… So why did all the guys keep flirting with him? He wasn't wearing a wig (just a stupid frilly headband) and he had cropped hair. He was wearing his glasses, yeah, so maybe they went for glasses girls… but he still wasn't cute.
And he was tall! Super tall! Okay, not super tall… but tall. He wasn't small like a girl or anything.
So why DID they keep flirting with him?!
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI." The sound of Tajima calling his name and running up the stairs was sort of like the sound of an icecream truck as it drove closer and closer. Or maybe more like a police siren, Tajima did not come with delicious treats but he did come with an odd clenching feeling in the pit of Hanai's stomach. Dread, that's what it was, it was dread.
Hanai groaned and buried his face in his hands. He didn't want to go back. He didn't. And Tajima couldn't make him!
"Hanai!" Small but insistent hands shook Hanai's shoulders. "Hanai! Are you taking a nap?"
"No." Hanai grumbled into his palms. "I'm dead. Tell the coach I've died. She'll need a new team captain. Abe can do it. The ulcer'll be good for him." Or the lack of teeth, if Abe was captain he would probably grind his teeth into dust in a week.
Ah. What delightful thoughts to distract himself from the crush of crinoline and lace between his thighs.
"Hanai! You can't die! There are customers waiting for you!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh." Hanai would have flopped over but he had probably dirtied the dress enough just my sitting on the roof. "You're having fun with this, aren't you Tajima?"
Tajima was always so much cooler than Hanai, at everything. It shouldn't be a matter of being cool, not when the two of them were both dressed in frilly pink dresses and thigh high stockings, but being cool did matter because Tajima could just… handle it and Hanai couldn't.
Of course, Tajima wasn't getting whistled at.
"Of course I'm having fun!" Tajima's skirt made a flapping noise and Hanai looked between his fingers to see. Tajima was flapping his skirt and grinning. "Free and breezy. My dick likes the space!"
"…" Hanai ground his teeth together. Finally when he couldn't handle any more of Tajima's grin and the flapping sound of his skirt he let his hands fall onto his lap and glared at the short clean up pitcher. "Could you NOT think about your dick for one second?!?!" The two baseball players stared at each other then, Tajima's surprised look neatly defusing Hanai's angry glare until the captain couldn't take any more and plunked his head into his hands again. "I have a headache…"
"I know how to fix that." A 'whuff' of air and the sound of Tajima plunking down in front of him, then the sensation of hands on his skirt covered knees… pushing the skirt up and exposing him.
"Tajima!" Hanai grabbed at his skirt and pushed it back over his knees. "What are you-"
Then Tajima reached UNDER the skirt to pluck at Hanai's boxers. "Helping you get rid of that headache!"
"What does that-" Hanai was cut off by a forceful brush of Tajima's lips against his.
They'd kissed before. Once. Behind the clubroom. (Okay, twice, but the first time had been a SERIOUS accident and hadn't counted and the second time which was the only time Hanai counted had been quick and over fast.) But Tajima kissing him while his hand was up Hanai's skirt was really… weird. If he was a girl would this count as third base? Or a home run? Because Tajima's hand was-
"TAJIMA!" Hanai pushed back against the wire fence and grabbed at Tajima's shirt sleeve with the intention to toss Tajima away. But then Tajima rubbed at Hanai through his boxers…
And well…
Hanai was repressed, all right! He didn't masturbate a lot! But he was a teenage boy… getting hard so quickly was natural right?
…right?
"You wore boxers!" Tajima's voice was so loud and now it was accusatory too. Not that Hanai was wearing his boxers long, Tajima pulled them down so they bunched around Hanai's frilly white socks. "That's totally not with the theme, hanai! You should have worn panties if you were going to wear underwear!"
Hanai was going to come up with an angry retort, maybe 'you're not wearing underwear?!' or 'have some class!' or something like that, but then Tajima was jerking him off.
"Leave it to me, Hanai, I'm a masturbation expert!"
Tajima was.
And Hanai's head ache DID feel better after he'd… and then Tajima pulled his hand out from under Hanai's skirt and he… he LICKED...!!!
"TAJIMA!" Hanai hurriedly pulled his boxers up and scrambled to his feet. Then he took a few steps to the side because Tajima's face and dirty semen covered hand had been way to close to where his crotch was. "That's gross!"
"I dunno." Tajima mumbled around his middle finger. He pulled his finger out with a wet sucking noise. "I kind of like the taste!" Then Tajima was pulling up his dress and with the semen covered hand he was grabbing his hard di-
"P-put on some underwear, Tajima! Or I'll throw you out of the classroom!" Then Hanai stalked angrily away, ignoring Tajima's groan of… well, Hanai was going to tell himself it was an upset groan and not a groan of 'oh man Hanai has a nice ass I'm going to fap while looking at it'.
It was only when Hanai was halfway down the stairs to the classroom where the café was set up that he realized he had abandoned one pervert for a whole classroom full.
