A Blissful Night with Mokuba Kaiba

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Just to let you know Mokuba and Rebecca are 15 years old in my story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! Nor do I make any money by writing this story.


TV Time

Rebecca sat on the love seat in the lavish living room reading a book with her book light. Her raven-haired boyfriend sat on the couch flipping through the cable channels. She had been arguing with him about how much time was wasted in a day by sitting around and watching TV. She had won the argument, but Mokuba held the remote. She glared at him. The constant flashes of light was throwing her off, which in turn made her read the same sentence about fifty times. “Would you just pick a channel already?”

“I’m trying, there’s nothing on,” he responded with his eyes glued to the screen.

“Turn it off then.” Mokuba wasn’t listening to her and she knew it. She slammed her book closed and stood up. They were supposed to be on a date, but all they’ve done so far was sit and do nothing but argue. “I’m leaving Mokuba. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have a ride. I rather walk home in the dark then spend another second with you.” Rebecca glanced at him, but he didn’t budge. She was fed up. Why did she ever agree to date him and then become his girlfriend?

“Oh here’s something to watch,” Mokuba said suddenly. “Come here Rebecca baby, you know I don’t want you to leave.” He ran his fingers through his long untamed hair and gave her one of his best smirks.

Rebecca stopped at the doorframe. “I don’t want to be second to a television set.”

“You won’t be,” he grinned. “I found something to watch now.” His girlfriend glared at him with nothing but fire in her eyes. “I’m kidding Rebecca baby,” he laughed. “Come sit with me?”

Rebecca reluctantly walked back into the living room to be with him. Honestly she never understood how a simple smile and joke would make her fall for him every time. He outstretched his hand to her, and when she took it he pulled her into his lap and placed his arms around her waist. His sudden action made her nervous, not to mention the fact that her skirt was now riding up her thigh. “Mokuba!”

“Too fast?” he purred. Mokuba locked lips with his girlfriend and vigorously kissed her. He started to trace one of his hands down her body until it rested on her bare thigh. He felt Rebecca trying to pry herself away from him but he didn’t care, instead he drove his tongue deeper down her throat.

Rebecca slapped him across the face, which made him drop her to the floor. “Jerk!” How dare he kiss her like that! Sure they had known each other for three years, but they had only been dating for three months. She stood up and smoothed out her skirt and adjusted her tank top. “What are you thinking?”

“I wanted to be romantic for you,” he smirked.

She folded her arms tightly across breast. “You call that romantic?” She shook her head, “Whatever, I’m outta here!”

Mokuba grabbed her wrist. “No you’re not,” he said as he rolled his eyes. “Sit down and watch TV with me.”

“Don’t order me around Mokuba.”

“Please? Rebecca sweetie…”

Rebecca huffed and then plopped on the couch next to him. She crossed her legs and nervously shook her leg. His brother was upstairs and Mokuba should know by now that Seto wasn’t too fond of her. He thought she was too critical about any and everything, and he also thought Mokuba should be dating someone in upper class. Rebecca groaned again as she stared at the ceiling, just the thought of being in the same house as Seto Kaiba infuriated her.

Rebecca was one to wear her emotions on her sleeve so Mokuba was always able to tell when something was upsetting her. “Something wrong ‘becca dear?” She didn’t respond. “My brother isn’t home.”

She relaxed a little. “He isn’t?” She stared at him. How did he always know what she was thinking?

“Why do you think I asked you to come over?” He asked in such a seductive voice that Rebecca didn’t even notice his hand creeping up her leg. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

She clenched his wandering hand. “I think I enjoyed that hand when it was on the re—” Rebecca stopped talking when she heard a moan coming from the TV. She slowly turned her head to stare at the screen. She saw a man and woman having sex on the couch. “What are you watching?” she asked in a disgusted voice.

“Something interesting,” he smirked.

She turned her head away. “Perv,” she said with an angry tone. She picked her book up off the floor, and once again attempted to read. “You said I wasn’t second Mokuba.”

Mokuba clicked the Mute button. “You’re not.” He kissed her cheek. “I want to spent time with you.” He tried to turn her face to his so he could kiss her, but she was resisting him. “So I’m second to that book?” he challenged her.

“Let’s see, inanimate object that doesn’t always try to feel me up, and doesn’t have a brother that hates me… yes you are second Mokuba,” she replied simply and continued to read.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. “We’re supposed to do things like that, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend,” he smirked. “Besides, you have such a beautiful body that I can’t help touching you.” He let his fingers find their way under her tank top and began to tickle her soft stomach. Rebecca fell on the couch while laughing hysterically. “I always had a way to make you laugh…” he smirked.

“No… stop it… I’m mad at you… I am…” she managed to utter out while laughing. “Mokuba please… stop…”

He ran his fingers all over her midriff, poking her sides, and every place he knew that would make her laugh. “Still mad at me?”

“Yes!!” she screamed through her laughter.

Mokuba continued to touch her. “Still?”

Rebecca gave up that time; she couldn’t possibly handle any more. “No… Mokuba, I’m not mad at you. Please… stop.”

Mokuba did in fact stop tickling her, however he still kept his fingers tracing along her perfectly shaped body. He stared down at her girlfriend. She had never looked more beautiful to him; maybe he didn’t appreciate her as much as she should, but she had to know how he truly felt about her. “Now that I’ve got your attention Rebecca dear, I want to tell you—”

“She’s faking it.”

“Huh?” he asked confused until he realized what she was referring to: the show that he was watching a few minutes ago. “How do you know she’s faking it?”

She sat up partly and rested her back against the armrest. “You can’t get that aroused by having a guy sliding his fingers…” She shook her head, “It’s humanly impossible.”

“Why do you have to analyze everything? And I thought for a scientist like you, nothing was impossible?” Mokuba always had fun challenging her smarts. “Maybe we should do a little experiment?”

“You’re sick, you know that?” Rebecca shifted her position so that her undergarments were safely out of his reach. He stared at his interlaced fingers without saying a word. “Mokuba?” she asked slightly worried. Maybe she was too hard on him.

“I love you,” he whispered. He gave her a sideways glance, but kept his focus on the floor.

“What?” she laughed. “You can’t be in love with someone you’ve only dated for three months. It’s emotionally impossible. It’s more like infatuation.” She waited for his reaction, but he didn’t say a word, he just sat there on the edge of the couch staring at the floor. “Mokuba?” Was he serious?

“I believe in love at first sight why don’t you?” he asked softly.

Rebecca’s eyes softened. Why was he acting like this? For a second, she thought he was just messing with her, but the look in his eyes told a different story. She saw sincerity, not his usual joking attitude. She sat closer to him and took his hand. “You love me Mokuba?” she asked with a smile curving around her lips.

Mokuba turned to her and softly rubbed her hand. “I know we’ve only dated for a few months, but we have known each other for three years, and I have always loved you. It took me so long to have the courage to ask you out.” He snorted. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this now but…” He ran his fingers through her naturally blond hair and gave her lips a soft peck. “…It’s true,” he said in suave voice.

Rebecca was speechless. How did her hopelessly romantic, slightly perverted boyfriend turn into a smooth talking young man that gave her a proclamation of love? “I don’t know what to say…” She stared into his dark eyes and pressed her lips to his. She had been waiting so long for him to take their relationship seriously, but she never imagined a confession of love. She then thought of something: did she love him? She of course thought about him a lot and put up with his flirtatious—sometimes perverted—attitude, but love? How would she know? She pulled away from their romantic kiss. “Mokuba…” she uttered softly.

“Rebecca,” he purred. “I want to become closer to you…” He nuzzled against the soft skin of her neck which made her feel powerless in his arms. “…Intimately,” he whispered in her ear.

Rebecca’s heart beat so loudly in her chest, she swore Mokuba could hear it. “We can’t…” she groaned. As much as she wanted to take their relationship to the next level, she didn’t think she was ready. She was fifteen; age wasn’t the only thing holding her back, most of the girls her age weren’t virgins, but she just couldn’t. No matter how much she liked Mokuba and how well their relationship was going, she wasn’t ready. ‘Although,’ she thought, ‘if anyone had to be my first I would prefer it were Mokuba.’ “Are we talking about the same thing Mokuba?” she asked softly as he continued to leave butterfly kisses on her neck and bare shoulder.

Mokuba paused for a second to look his girlfriend in the eyes. “I think you know we are,” he smirked. He placed his hand on her and softly pushed her down on the couch. “And I know you want to,” he narrowed his eyes. “I can see it in your eyes.” He positioned himself on her hips, and then enwrapped her in one of his tantalizing kisses.

Rebecca didn’t resist his advances; she welcomed his tongue in her mouth and allowed it to explore every corner of mouth. She found herself running her fingers through his untamed black hair. She did love him. Even if he acted like some horny schoolboy most of the time, he could be serious at times, and he even put up with her. Still, her conscience was nagging at the back of her head. She knew this was wrong, both her parents warned her about having premarital sex, but this felt so right. She turned her head away from him, which released her from his intoxicating kiss; Mokuba took it as an invitation to start working on the skin behind her ear. “Mokuba…” she bit her lower lip to stop a moan from passing her lips. He knew all the right spots to make her want him more and second-guess herself. “I can’t do this… no matter how much I love you…”

Mokuba braced himself up with one arm on the cushion next to her face. “Love?” he asked with a smirk. He used his free hand to move some stray hair from her face. He then used the back of his hand to trace down the side of her body, he stopped on her thigh and then slowly slipped his hand up her skirt in an attempt to pull off whatever type of panties she had on.

“No Mokuba…” Rebecca moaned as he teased her inner thigh. She closed her eyes tightly when he tugged at her panties. “I’m not ready Mokuba…” she said softly, but loud enough for him to hear her clearly. She slowly opened her eyes to find him just staring at her with apologetic eyes. She looked away from him. “I’m sorry…”

Mokuba shook his head. “I won’t force you into this.” He climbed off of her and sat on the opposite edge of the couch. He picked up the remote control again and started to flip through the channels. After a few moments of awkward silence, he broke the silence. “It’s my fault for going too fast.”

Rebecca rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault. I want to be intimate with you, but I’m not quite ready for intercourse yet.” She sighed and glanced at him. This time, she had ruined their romantic moment, and she felt terrible about it. Maybe there was a way to… “How about we do something passionate… instead of… making love?” she inquired.

He raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. We could make out,” she suggested softly, knowing full well that they have done that before many times. It was only romantic a few minutes ago because of what it was leading into. She sat up and crossed her legs. “We don’t have to do anything and I could leave if you want me to.”

Mokuba shook his head. “I want you to stay.” He placed his hand on top of hers. “I’ve got an idea,” he said with a slight smile. “But you have to be willing to do it.”

“What is it?” she inquired.

“You just have to agree or not agree,” he replied simply.

“It depends on what it is.”

“Just trust me Rebecca,” he said softly, and then stole a kiss from her. “I promise you will enjoy it.” He let her fall back into the position she was in before, except this time he wasn’t on top of her. Mokuba slowly traced his fingers up her leg until he was underneath her skirt. Rebecca at first objected to him feeling her up again, but she allowed it. He slid over the small piece of fabric that blocked his entrance into her, and then inserted one finger into her.

Rebecca sat up suddenly panting softly. Her face was beginning to turn a rosy red as she moaned his name. “Mo…ku…ba…” she uttered out through her pleasure. She didn’t expect him to go this far. Sure her conscience was telling her to tell him to stop, but he had a way of working his middle finger against her clit. She arched back and shut her eyes tightly; so much pleasure was rushing through her that she could barely think strait.

Mokuba softly urged her lay back on the couch by pushing her down. He shifted a little and increased his pace, letting his finger rub across every part of her core. He watched her squirm and pant under his touch, and that made him smirk. He was the first one to ever give her this type of pleasure, and he loved that fact. He loved her, and even though he wanted to go further with her, this, was making up for it.

Temporarily.

Rebecca gripped the cushions of the couch tightly. Every inch of her body wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, anything that would stop the feeling surging in between her legs. But just as she wanted him to stop, she wanted him to continue, and never to stop. She involuntary spread her legs, letting one hang on the back of the couch, the other across Mokuba’s lap. “Mokuba… I… lo—”

He placed his free hand over her mouth. “Shhh… just enjoy it.” He continued his pace, however going slightly faster and deeper into her core. She sat up again, this time her face flushed with redness and small droplets of sweat on her forehead. Mokuba eased her back down on the couch, but not before giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

Rebecca felt the sensation she was waiting for. She was close, and Mokuba seemed to take notice by increasing the speed of his already fast moving finger. “Mokuba… I…I’m… close…”

“I know…” he purred. He then added another finger to her pleasure, which made her arch back greatly. “Rebecca…”

Rebecca gripped the sides of the couch tightly as she reached her climax. Her orgasm finally broke through, which sent sparks flashing in front of her eyes. She moaned out Mokuba’s name as he pressed on, making her orgasm last longer. Her tightened muscles relaxed, all she focused on was the boy who had given her no one else can: her first orgasm.

Mokuba slipped his fingers out of her heated body. He carefully closed her legs, as if she was a fragile glass doll. He hovered over her and kissed her softly, bracing himself with the sides of the couch. “Didn’t I promise you that you would enjoy it?”

The tired girl only nodded. “I want to know though…” she said as she tried to catch her breath, and return to planet earth. “…Why didn’t you want me to tell you that I loved you?”

Mokuba cocked his head back. “Oh that. Well I just wanted to prove that I could control you,” he laughed. He was laughing so hard that he didn’t even notice when a hand came up and slapped him across the face. He sat on the floor rubbing his face.

“Jerk!”

“I’ll be right back alright?” He kissed her cheek and left the room.

Rebecca stood up and adjusted her clothes. She couldn’t believe she just did that with Mokuba. She smiled, “I must really be in love.”

When Mokuba returned he noticed Rebecca sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor. He plopped down next to her, and handed her a can of soda. “Something wrong?”

“I think we should go to your room,” she replied softly. She popped open the can and took a quick sip.

“Why is that?” he asked as he sipped his drink.

Rebecca took his hand and interlaced her fingers in his. “Because I want you to make love to me.”

So what did you think? Tell me in a review if I should update this or not. If so, I'll add the lemon i promised in the summary. Thanks for reading!