The Sweetest Song - Ayumi Tanaka vs Hana Song [Bedroom Match]

[Parker]

Ayumi’s arms flexed tighter around the bundle of sheets, squeezing indiscriminately. She wasn’t even sure what part of Hana she had wrapped up… waist, ribs, maybe even an arm caught in the tangle, but the muted yelps inside the cocoon told her it was working. The way the fabric wrinkled and strained under her grip only amused her more, a soft chuckle spilling past her lips as she gave another crushing pulse.

"Problem, dear?," she teased, hearing Hana’s muffled voice fight against the layers.

Her satisfaction was cut short as she felt impacts thudding through the sheets, wild, blind punches from the streamer fighting her way out. Ayumi winced once, then again as she was pelted with blow throughthe sheet, but couldn’t help a sly laugh as she tightened her grip harder in retaliation.

"So you want to play rough? Alright then." she mused, her tone lilting as though this were all some sort of private game.

With that, she shifted her footing, gathering the tangled bundle of sheets and Hana in her arms before giving one decisive shove. She thrust her foot out with the motion, making certain the wrapped-up girl had no chance to cling to the mattress. The result was inevitable: Hana and the sheets tumbled over the side of the bed, a messy sprawl of fabric and limbs crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.

Ayumi leaned forward on her knees, peering over the edge with a faint smirk, her head tilting as she looked down to see the heap she had created.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

What came next as inevitable for the gamer streamer, as she felt her more powerful opponent give her a hard shove and sent her flying to the floor below with a dull thud. Hana was now in a little bit of pain, but her body had withstood worse than this, so after a second, Hana saw a way out of the mess of a blanket and saw Ayumi's face poking from underneath it. She saw an opportunity and sent out a swift and accurate uppercut, aiming to hit Ayumi square in the face and stun her enough to give Hana enough time to discard the blanket and dart back onto the bed.

She would the jump onto her her opponent's back and give her a rough bearhug from behind. She was not just going to let Ayumi throw her around like that without giving out some pain in return. Afterwards, she would then proceed to bend her opponent's head back, stretching her neck for a boston crab, not as an attempt to pin her, but instead as an attempt to drain some of her strength.

"Looks like we both like it rough" She cooed, showing her tenacity and grit as she kept up the match, despite taking a blow

[Parker]

Ayumi leaned over the edge of the bed, chin propped on her palm as she watched Hana wriggle and fumble inside the cocoon of sheets. The sight made her smile widen, a touch of amusement curling at her lips. When Hana finally tore herself free, Ayumi tilted her head and, with a playful flutter of her fingers, blew her a teasing kiss.

"Took you long enough, darling-"

The words cut short as Hana’s fist shot upward like lightning. The uppercut cracked Ayumi across the chin, snapping her head back and sending a sharp jolt through her jaw. She staggered on the mattress, arms flailing briefly for balance, nearly spilling backward onto the bed with a startled gasp.

“Uhhhnnhh!”


Before she could fully steady herself, Hana was already on her, wiry arms cinching tight around Ayumi’s waist from behind. The squeeze made Ayumi’s stomach flex and her breath hitch, her brows knitting in irritation as she clawed at the streamer’s hands.

"Cute… but clingy," she muttered, her voice edged with annoyance.

Then Hana shifted, abandoning her hold to snake her arms upward in a grab for Ayumi’s neck. That was all the space Ayumi needed. With a sharp exhale she pushed her hips forward, palms pressing into the mattress as she surged upward, her body rising tall on the bed. And then, with a wicked little smirk, she thrust herself backward, throwing her full weight into Hana.

Her hips snapped, and Ayumi’s firm backside aimed slam flush into Hana’s face, driving the streamer back into the sheets with a muffled thump. The impact would shake the mattress, far more powerful than any punch she could have thrown, Ayumi grinding down for just a moment before planting her hands on her knees for balance.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Hana's uppercut struck straight and true, and Ayumi seemed startled. This gave Hana the opportunity to fight back, which she took with earnest. The annoying thing was though that Ayumi was not only powerful, but also pretty resilient to her opponent's attacks as, though Hana tried to give her a powerful bearhug and then a crab, the crab did nothing other than allow Ayumi to counteratack, and hard.

Ayumi's butt hit Hana's face hard, which flustered Hana and made her thinly framed body bounce on the bed like a trampoline, before coming to a brief rest. She quickly scampered back to her knees and shook off her thoughts, before looking back at her opponent, trying to think of a plan. She had not been taught how to deal with opponent's that were this tricky, or at least, not yet.

Hana then started to circle her opponent, looking for any way in through her defenses. She knew that she could not do this forever, and everybody had a weakness somewhere. The question was, where was Ayumi's weakness in wrestling? For the time being, she decided to examine her opponent and see what happened there, while quietly collecting her thoughts.

[Parker]

Ayumi eased herself back down onto the bed, sinking to her knees with a long exhale. Her fingers rose to her jaw, massaging gently where Hana’s uppercut had landed flush. She rolled it once, twice, testing the joint with a slow click of her teeth.

“Fiesty one, aren’t you,” she murmured, her voice low and almost amused, though her eyes stayed locked on Hana.

The brunette seemed hesitant now, circling, her nerves showing in the way her steps faltered. Ayumi wasn’t in a hurry. Why should she be? She took her time, shifting her weight as she crawled toward the head of the bed. One hand slipped out, plucking up a pillow from the small gathering.

Turning back toward Hana, Ayumi held the pillow close to her chest, lifting it as though it were a shield. Her movements grew fluid, swaying side to side with deliberate patience, keeping her body between Hana and any avenue of escape on the bed. She crept forward inch by inch, the mattress dipping beneath her knees with each careful step.

“Don’t be shy, darling,” she teased, tone lilting as her eyes gleamed with playful intent. “You’ve already landed one good shot. Let’s see if you can follow it up.” Every step was a gentle corral, never giving Hana a clean path past her.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Ayumi was being very wily at this point, almost taunting Hana to attack her so she could counterattack. Hana knew this strategy well and would not fall for it, not after this match had already gotten off to a rocky start. Instead, her plan was to do nothing at all, wait for Ayumi to either get impatient and attack, then counter, or make an error in judgment and give Hana an opening.

"I mean, gotta be proactive. Can't very well let you win now, can I? Gotta put up a fight" Hana chuckled as her opponent drew closer and closer, which made Hana wonder what her next move was going to be. Was she going to try to smother her with a pillow?

[Parker]

Ayumi didn’t rise to the bait in Hana’s eyes or her grin. Instead, her gaze stayed lower, watching the little tells that betrayed intent. The way Hana’s shoulders tensed. The slight shift of her hips on the mattress. The readiness coiled in her legs, not her expression. Faces lied. Bodies didn’t.

Slowly, deliberately, Ayumi sank down onto her knees on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. Silk and lace clung to her curves as she moved, unhurried, confident, the kind of patience that came from knowing she didn’t need to rush. One knee advanced, then the other, her posture upright and balanced, pillow held loosely but ready in front of her like a soft shield. Prepared should another strike come her way.

"Mmm… proactive, hm?" she murmured, tone amused rather than mocking. "Would you call a rabbit scurrying away from a fox with its tail tucked proactive as well?"

She crawled forward another inch, then another, closing the space without ever lunging. The bed creaked faintly beneath her, the headrest looming closer behind Hana with each measured advance. Ayumi angled her body just enough to cut off the obvious escape routes, her knees spreading wider as she claimed more of the mattress, making it clear she wasn’t planning to give ground.

If Hana shifted, Ayumi shifted with her, subtle mirrors, quiet corrections. The pillow lifted slightly, not to strike, but to be there, to deny a clean opening if Hana tried to snap out with it again. Ayumi’s smile was slow, knowing, her breathing calm as she continued to herd rather than hunt.

"Coy or timid…" she continued lightly, inching closer until Hana could feel the heat of her presence, "you can only stall for so long…"

Another step. Until she was practically on top of the other girl.

Ayumi leaned in, not striking, simply letting her weight and proximity do the work. One knee planted firmly beside Hana’s thigh, the other sliding in to block the opposite side, her body forming a living barrier. The pillow pressed forward gently but insistently, pinning space rather than flesh, trying to force Hana back against the headrest as Ayumi loomed over her.

"…eventually, there’s nowhere left to go."