Natsumi Raimon | Inazuma Eleven

The late afternoon sun, a hazy golden orb, cast long shadows across the immaculate Raimon soccer field. Natsumi Raimon, her impossibly long, raven hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall, stood at the edge of the pitch, a faint smile playing on her lips. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of cicadas, a familiar symphony of a summer that was slowly, reluctantly, giving way to autumn. She adjusted the hem of her simple, yet somehow alluring, white t-shirt, the fabric clinging ever so slightly to the curves of her youthful figure. Today was different. Today, a peculiar anticipation fluttered in her chest, a feeling she hadn't experienced before, not even during the most crucial of soccer matches.

She’d been observing practice from her usual vantage point, the coach’s clipboard held loosely in her hand, but her gaze had drifted, drawn to a figure not on the field, but just beyond its boundary, leaning against the sturdy metal fence. It was Endou Mamoru, his bright, energetic smile absent for once, replaced by a more subdued, thoughtful expression. Even from this distance, Natsumi could see the slight furrow in his brow, a rare sign of his usual boundless optimism being challenged. She’d always admired his unwavering spirit, his infectious enthusiasm, but today, a different kind of admiration bloomed within her, a softer, more intimate appreciation. The way his short, spiky hair caught the sunlight, the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead from a day of training… it was unexpectedly captivating.

As if sensing her gaze, Endou looked up. His eyes, usually so full of playful challenge, met hers, and for a moment, the usual boisterous atmosphere of the soccer club seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in a pocket of hushed understanding. He gave a small, almost shy wave, and Natsumi returned it, her heart giving an involuntary skip. She walked towards him, her footsteps light on the worn path leading away from the field. The setting sun painted her pale skin with a warm, rosy hue, and the gentle breeze rustled her long hair, creating a halo effect that Endou found himself staring at with a quiet intensity.

“Everything alright, Endou?” Natsumi asked, her voice a soft melody that always seemed to soothe his restless energy. She stopped a few feet away, her gaze gentle, inquisitive. She noticed the slight tightness in his shoulders, a tension that was unusual for him. Usually, he was the first to crack a joke, to lift everyone’s spirits. Today, he seemed lost in his own thoughts.

Endou sighed, pushing off the fence. "Yeah, Natsumi. Just… thinking. About everything. The next tournament, the new challenges. It's exciting, but sometimes… it feels like there's so much more I want to do, so much more I want to *be*." He looked at her, his eyes earnest, and Natsumi found herself drawn into their depths. She saw not just the passionate soccer player, but a young man wrestling with his own burgeoning desires, his own unspoken needs. It was a side of him she rarely saw, and it stirred something within her, a protective instinct, a nascent yearning.

“I understand,” she said softly, stepping closer. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a palpable energy that was both comforting and electrifying. “You always give your all, Endou. That’s what makes you, you.” Her hand, almost without conscious thought, reached out and lightly brushed his arm. The contact sent a jolt through both of them, a silent acknowledgment of a connection that was deepening, evolving beyond the camaraderie of teammates and manager.

Endou’s breath hitched. He’d never felt that kind of electric current from Natsumi's touch before. It was different now. He looked down at her hand on his arm, then up at her face, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite decipher, but which made his heart pound in his chest. "Natsumi…" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He wanted to say more, to confess the strange, growing feelings that had been swirling within him for weeks, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, his gaze fell to her lips, so soft and inviting, and a primal urge, unfamiliar yet irresistible, took hold of him.

Natsumi saw the change in his eyes, the raw desire that flared within them. Her own breath hitched. This was new. This was… exciting. She hadn't realized how much she’d been noticing him, not just as a friend, but as a man. The way his muscles tensed when he moved, the confident swagger he possessed on the field, the genuine kindness that shone through his every action. Tonight, it was all culminating, a slow burn that had been igniting in the quiet spaces between practices, in stolen glances and shared laughter. Her own body responded, a tingling warmth spreading through her limbs, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She leaned in, her long hair shimmering in the fading light, and met his gaze, her own eyes now mirroring the intensity she saw in his.

The world narrowed to just the two of them. The sounds of the field faded into a distant hum. Endou, driven by an impulse he couldn't explain, gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her jawline. Her skin was impossibly soft, her breath warm against his fingers. He leaned in further, his gaze locked on her lips, and she met him halfway, their mouths meeting in a tentative, hesitant kiss. It was sweet at first, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened, fueled by weeks of unspoken longing. Natsumi’s hands rose to his hair, tangling in its short, unruly strands, pulling him closer. Endou’s arms wrapped around her waist, his touch possessive, drawing her flush against his body. She could feel the solid warmth of him, the thrumming energy of his arousal pressing against her belly. A soft moan escaped her lips, lost in the deepening kiss, and Endou responded with a low growl, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

The kiss broke, leaving them both breathless, their chests heaving. Natsumi’s eyes were wide, sparkling with a mixture of shock and exhilaration. Endou looked at her, his eyes blazing with an undeniable hunger. "Natsumi… I… I want you," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. The words hung in the air, potent and intoxicating. Natsumi’s heart hammered against her ribs. She felt a blush creep up her neck, but it wasn’t shame; it was the flush of pure, unadulterated arousal. She met his gaze, her own desire mirroring his. "I want you too, Endou," she whispered, the words a surrender, a promise.

He didn’t need any further invitation. With a renewed surge of passion, Endou scooped her into his arms. Natsumi squealed softly, clinging to him as he carried her away from the field, towards the dimly lit seclusion of the team’s unused gymnasium. The air inside was cooler, carrying the faint scent of sweat and old equipment. The only light came from the narrow windows, casting streaks of moonlight across the dusty floor. Endou gently set her down, his hands never leaving her. He looked at her, his eyes devouring her, tracing the lines of her body. Natsumi, though usually so composed, felt a thrilling sense of vulnerability. She smoothed down her t-shirt, her fingers trembling slightly. The heat between them was almost unbearable now, a tangible force pulling them closer.

“Take it off,” Endou whispered, his voice husky. He gestured towards her t-shirt, his gaze locked on her chest. Natsumi hesitated for only a fleeting second before slowly, deliberately, pulling the shirt over her head. Her simple white bra was revealed, its delicate lace a stark contrast to her youthful innocence, yet somehow, it only amplified the raw sensuality of the moment. Endou’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of her bare breasts, her nipples hardening into peaks under his intense gaze. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the swell of her breasts, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her. Natsumi arched into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, savoring the exquisite sensation.

He then turned his attention to her lower half. Natsumi stood in her gym shorts, the soft fabric clinging to her thighs. Endou’s eyes lingered on her legs, the smooth skin, the subtle curve of her calves. He reached for the drawstring of her shorts, his fingers brushing against her hip. Natsumi’s breath hitched as she felt the tug, the gentle release of the knot. The shorts slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles. She stood before him, clad only in her bra, her long hair a dark curtain around her. Endou’s gaze was one of pure adoration and raw lust. He traced the line of her hipbone, his thumb dipping into the slight curve of her waist. "You're so beautiful, Natsumi," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Natsumi felt a blush bloom across her chest and face. This was more intimate than anything she had ever imagined. She met his gaze, her own desire burning brightly. "Endou…" she whispered, her voice trembling. He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers, and began to kiss her bare legs, his lips trailing up her thighs, sending waves of pleasure through her. Natsumi gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his lips reached the hem of her bra. He carefully unhooked it, and with a gentle push, the delicate lace fell away. Endou looked up at her, his eyes filled with awe, and then his lips found hers again, a searing, passionate kiss that left them both breathless. He then eased her down onto the cool, dusty floor, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow over their intertwined bodies. Natsumi’s long hair spread out around her like a silken cloak. Endou knelt between her legs, his gaze fixed on her, his desire palpable. He gently spread her legs wider, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Natsumi’s breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his gaze, the intensity of his longing. She arched her back, a silent invitation, and Endou responded with a low growl. He lowered his head, his lips finding her most intimate folds. Natsumi cried out, a sound of pure pleasure, as his tongue began to explore her, teasing, caressing, building her arousal to an unbearable peak.

Her body coiled and uncoiled with each stroke of his tongue. She felt herself nearing a precipice, a climax so intense it promised to shatter her. She gripped his hair, urging him on, her moans filling the silent gymnasium. "Endou… please…" she gasped, her body writhing beneath his ministrations. He continued his devoted attention, driving her higher and higher until, with a shuddering cry, Natsumi was consumed by a tidal wave of pleasure. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her legs weak, her mind a blissful haze. Endou watched her, a look of triumphant satisfaction on his face, before he slowly rose, his eyes still filled with a burning hunger. He looked down at her, still catching her breath, her body slick with sweat, her long hair splayed around her. He then looked down at his own hardening erection, a testament to his own escalating desire.

With a primal groan, Endou positioned himself above her. Natsumi looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation, a soft smile playing on her lips. She reached up, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart. "Endou," she whispered, her voice still husky from her climax. "I want you… inside me." Endou met her gaze, his own desire now a burning inferno. He gently eased himself between her legs, his erection a firm, throbbing reality against her. Natsumi gasped as she felt the pressure, the overwhelming sensation of his size. She guided him further, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. With a deep, resonant groan, Endou plunged into her, filling her completely. Natsumi cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as she felt him take her, claiming her with a possessive intensity she'd never imagined. Her body tightened around him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The rhythm of their bodies became a primal dance. Endou thrust into her, his movements powerful and unyielding, his groans of pleasure echoing in the quiet space. Natsumi met each thrust with a matching intensity, her moans growing louder, her body arching against his. She felt him push deeper and deeper, his every movement sending jolts of exquisite pleasure through her. The friction of their bodies, the sweat glistening on their skin, the raw sounds of their passion filled the gymnasium, a symphony of carnal desire. Natsumi’s long hair swirled around them, a dark, sensual halo. She looked up at Endou, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and saw the raw, unadulterated lust in his eyes. He was lost in the moment, in her, and she was lost in him. He whispered her name, his voice a ragged plea, as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. Natsumi’s nails dug into his back, her body arching and bucking, urging him to a climax. She felt the familiar build-up again, a torrent of sensation threatening to overwhelm her, but this time, it was intertwined with the overwhelming fullness of Endou inside her. He groaned her name again, his body tensing, and with a final, deep thrust, he poured himself into her, his semen a warm, rich tide filling her to the brim. Natsumi cried out, her body convulsing around him, a second, more profound climax washing over her, intertwined with his own. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, it left her gasping for breath, tears of pure ecstasy streaming down her face. Endou collapsed onto her, his body heavy, his heart pounding against hers. They lay there for a long moment, tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged, the silence of the gymnasium now filled with the soft sighs of satisfied passion.

After a time, Endou slowly lifted his head, his eyes still heavy with desire, but now softened with a tender affection. He brushed a stray strand of hair from Natsumi’s damp forehead. "Natsumi… are you okay?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse. Natsumi looked up at him, her gaze filled with a newfound intimacy, a depth of emotion that surpassed anything she had ever felt before. A shy smile touched her lips. "More than okay, Endou," she whispered, her voice soft and content. She reached up and cupped his cheek, her fingers lingering on his skin. "Thank you."

Endou leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a moment. He then looked back at her, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "I never imagined… this," he confessed, his gaze lingering on her form. "With you, Natsumi." Natsumi’s blush deepened, but it was a blush of happiness now, of shared intimacy. "Me neither," she admitted, her voice filled with a soft wonder. As they lay there, the moonlight painting their intertwined bodies in soft silver hues, a new understanding passed between them. The passionate encounter had forged a bond, a connection that went far beyond the soccer field. Natsumi felt a profound sense of peace and contentment wash over her, a feeling of having finally found a place where her deepest desires could be met, and where her heart truly belonged. Endou, his body still heavy with the aftermath of their lovemaking, tightened his embrace, pulling her closer, their bodies fitting together like two perfectly formed pieces of a puzzle. The air in the gymnasium, once filled with the echoes of their passion, now hummed with a quiet, tender intimacy, a promise of more to come, whispered in the silent language of their entwined souls.

As the first hint of dawn began to paint the sky with soft, pastel colors, they slowly, reluctantly, began to dress. Natsumi pulled on her gym shorts, the fabric feeling different now, charged with the memory of Endou’s touch. The thought of his strong hands guiding the drawstring, his appreciative gaze, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Endou watched her, a fond smile playing on his lips, the intensity in his eyes now softened with a deep, abiding tenderness. He remembered the way her body had responded to him, the exquisite moans that had escaped her lips, the breathtaking climax she had experienced, and his own arousal stirred once more, a persistent thrumming beneath the surface. As Natsumi fastened her t-shirt, he reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of her long, dark hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her skin, and Natsumi leaned into his touch, her eyes meeting his with a shared understanding. "We should go," she whispered, her voice still a little rough from their exertions, but filled with a warmth that made Endou’s heart swell.

Endou nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. He gently kissed her forehead, a gesture of profound affection. "I'll walk you home," he offered, his voice soft. Natsumi smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up her entire face. As they walked out of the gymnasium and into the crisp morning air, the world felt different. The familiar grounds of Raimon seemed imbued with a new magic, a secret shared only between them. They walked in comfortable silence, their hands occasionally brushing, sending sparks of electricity through them. Natsumi felt a sense of quiet euphoria, a deep satisfaction that settled in her soul. The experience had been transformative, unlocking a part of herself she hadn't known existed, a capacity for pleasure and intimacy that was both exhilarating and deeply fulfilling. She glanced at Endou, his profile strong and determined in the early morning light, and a feeling of profound connection washed over her. He was more than just a teammate, more than a friend. He was the one who had awakened her deepest desires, the one who had seen and cherished her in a way no one else ever had. As they reached her doorstep, Endou turned to her, his eyes earnest. "Natsumi," he began, his voice filled with emotion. "This… this was incredible. I… I want this. With you." Natsumi’s heart fluttered. She met his gaze, her own eyes shining with a mixture of joy and newfound confidence. "Me too, Endou," she whispered, her voice filled with a certainty she hadn’t possessed before. "Me too." He leaned in and kissed her, a soft, lingering kiss that promised future encounters, a commitment to explore this newfound passion together. As she watched him walk away, his figure receding into the golden light of the rising sun, Natsumi Raimon knew that her world had irrevocably changed, her heart filled with a warmth and a longing that promised to burn brightly for a long time to come.