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Miki - Kei from Gakkou Gurashi Kirara Fantasia AU
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Notes: Fuck my guys, itās been months since I felt like writing something jesus christ all mighty sitting on a cracker anyway hereās a MiKei, somewhat inspired by a short korean webcomic I read today.
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Itās been years, and even now, she still had a habit of putting up with just about anything for the sake of spending some free time with her best friend. Miki largely kept to herself as the other girls spoke among themselves, Kei excitedly sharing in the topic at hand next to her. Miki sipped her drink idly, listening though not bothering to take much of it in. They were talking about relationships and cute men, not something that Miki held a lot of vested interest in.
Most of the night went by like a haze. Miki didnāt listen to most of the conversation aside from responding whenever they spoke to her, or responding to Kei, specifically. She was really only here for Kei. She did a lot of things for Kei, but the reason why was fairly obvious, after all. It has been for years, even if she never really spoke or acted on it.
Tonight, was different, though.
āItās okay, Mikiās gonna keep an eye on me.ā
āEh? Kei, youāre notā¦even that drunk.ā
Kei giggles, and glances over at Miki with a small smirk. āGeez, I offer Miki some company and she doesnāt even take it without question huh?ā She winks, and waves goodbye to the others as they walk off, and theyāre left to get into the cab themselves. The ride home is mostly quiet, with a few questions and comments from Kei.
āDid you want to just head back home?ā
āHm? No, itās fineā¦ā Miki shakes her head, and looks out the window. A moment passes, and Mikiās attention drifts back to Kei, as she feels a hand slide into her own. Now Kei is the one looking out her window, though she spoke up when Miki looked over.
āSomethingās been on your mind, hasnāt it? Stay with me tonight. We can talk about it. Like we used to.ā
Miki looks at her lap, and frowns faintly.
āā¦I donāt know if I can talk about this one with you.ā
āI think you can. More than you think.ā
Miki glances over at Kei. She still doesnāt look at her. She canāt see her face or read it. The rest of the car ride was quiet. They arrive at Keiās home eventually. A small home, pretty suitable for a humble single woman with an average salary. The front door clicks shut as Miki pushes it closed, but when she turns aroundāan arm reaches past her, Keiās hand firmly planting against the door as the womanās brown eyes look into Mikiās blue hues.
āā¦what are you up to, Kei?ā
āThat depends on whatās on your mind, honestly.ā
āPlease stop being so cryptic.ā
āOkay, fine. Iām trying to get you to open up and share with me again like you usually always do, but you wonāt. So spit it out.ā She leans close, shuffling a bit closer as she does. Her breath smells faintly like wine, and the rest of her smells faintly of the lightly vanilla scented body lotion that the girl liked to use so much. Miki gave that to her as a gift a few months ago. Her features were focused and serious, yet still held that same kind of familiar softness and friendliness that made Kei so comfortable for Miki to attach herself to.
Easy toā¦
āIsnāt itā¦supposed to be a lot more complicated than that?ā
āOnly in movies. Weāre both adults you know. And youāre my best friend. Why canāt you tell me these things? You can tell me anything else. The Miki I know is a lot bolder than that when it comes to saying something to me when I should hear it.ā
āIā¦donāt know how to handle this one, believe it or not.ā
āSo you need some help with it.ā
āYouāre really speaking like you just know what the issue even is.ā
Kei smirks. āMaybe I do. I am your best friend, idiot. Iām not blind, especially when it comes to Miki problems.ā
āWhat do you propose that I do, then?ā
The response to that isnāt something sheā¦expects. Keiās hand moves from the door, and instead both of her hands gingerly hold Mikiās shoulders and push her back against it. She closes in until sheās standing just against Miki. Her hand moves back against the door, but the other teases up to Mikiās neck, fingertips brushing against her skin, dancing along until the contact is faintly tickling under the young womanās ear.
Itās giving the blonde blatant goosebumps, the way she was touching her. She really wished she was less obvious than this, but she was fairly certain she was shaking right now, the door bracing her at least. Otherwise she wasnāt sure if she would actually still be standing at the moment, or if sheād simply be putty in Keiās hands.
āIād hope you know what to do by now but I guess you really are that much of a messā¦geez.ā Kei mumbles against Mikiās cheek when she leans close and whispers. Her head dips a bit more, and lips brush against the side of Mikiās neck. A shaky breath hangs in the air as something jolts along Mikiās spine in response, causing a shiver in her body she can barely restrain. Kei giggles lightly against her skin, and picks her head up, hovering close so her breath was against Mikiās lips when she spoke up again.
āDo you want to kiss me? Iāll let youā¦orā¦do you still need a little more guidance?ā Kei smiles a little bit, palm resting against the side of Mikiās face warmly. Finally, lips press gently against Mikiās. She gives it a moment before pushing a little bit more insistently, encouraging a slight part in Mikiās lips and an attempt to give the gesture back to her. Kei smiles into the kiss more, seemingly pleased with the results. Her hand slides behind Mikiās neck, fingertips still teasing against her skin as they move. Miki quietly whines against the kiss, though sheās hushed easily by the slight pin of Keiās body pressing against her own and the curious prodding of her tongue. Whatās really only a minute or two feels like an eternity when lost in the generous way that Kei kissed her. But eventually, the brunette has to pull away, huffs of breath warm as she catches her breath just like Miki had to.
She licks her lips, eyeing Miki with the kind of intensity that flipped Mikiās stomach over to stare back at. Mikiās knees felt weak as noodles at this point, but for this girl to stare at her like thatāthat wasnāt fair. Maybe thatās why when Keiās hand takes hers, she can feel her legs well enough to move on autopilot, moving away from the door and following while the girl led her away from the living room, and through the door of where Miki recognized was the bedroom. As many times as she knew this particular place, sheād never been invited in with the kind of atmosphere that hung here right now. She guided Miki over and sat her on the edge of the bed, before leaning in and playfully nipping at the edge of her ear.
āIāll be right back, okay? Justā¦relax.ā Moving away, she winks and disappears into the bathroom for a moment. Miki could feel heat burning at every inch of her face. Relax, she says! How can she? Her nerves were shot, and she could feel it even as she shrugged her jacket off, and gently laid it to the side. If she wore that any longer she would surely just burst into flames right here in her best friendās room.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Kei wanders back out. She wore a t-shirt, and little else. Underwear, probably, but that wasnāt clear at the moment given the over-sized shirt. Miki looked away and at her lap instead, vividly aware of where this might be going, given the kind of attention Kei had spent the last few minutes giving her. Kei climbed onto the bed, settling with a small huff behind Miki, before arms seemed to slip around the blondeās neck, and Kei spoke quietly and playfully by her ear.
āHow much moreās on your mind?ā
āThis isā¦wholly unfair, Keiā¦ā Miki mumbles, glancing to the side. Kei only giggles, pulling her arms back, and resting her hands instead on Mikiās sides.
āItās only unfair if I donāt intend on following through.ā
Mikiās quiet at that. Her heartbeat filled her ears, though. Any louder and sheād fear even Kei being able to hear her hammering heart.
āDo you want to?ā Her hands slip away, and Kei moves to properly lay on the bed on her side, looking at Miki thoughtfully. āYou donāt have to, of course, if you donāt think youāre readyā¦you know Iām not that kind of pushy person, and I care very much about my best friend and her feelings. You can borrow my clothes, if you wanna change and just get some sleep in. We can cuddle.ā Kei smiles a little bit.
Miki breathes in, and turns her head to the side a little, flustered and nervous. āI love you Keiā¦you canātā¦talk like that. Iā¦you canāt just say I canā¦.ā
āCanāt I?ā Kei reaches over, gently wrapping her fingers around Mikiās hand. āIsnāt part of it my decision too? Iām just telling youā¦that Iām okay with it. I love you too, Miki. Iāve helped you sort out your head before, right? Iām just doing it again. After allā¦otherwise, you wouldnāt have said anything, would you?ā
Thatās not untrue. Miki stumbled on her thoughts and feelings a lot. Didnāt express herself well. Most of all, she bottled things up. And this particular feeling, sheād managed to bottle up for years now. Since the start of their secondary school years, it felt like. Now they were adults, and Miki was hereā¦and as nervous as she felt, there was really nothing she wanted more than to follow Keiās lead, and see where she would take it.
She trusted Keiās lead more than anyone else, after all.
Mustering up a bit of courage, Miki turned and finally climbed fully onto the bed, wandering over to Kei. Like a guide, Kei reached over and gently tugged on Mikiās shirt collar, leading her along until she loomed over Kei, staring down at her and swallowing down her nerves.
āYou can do whatever you want, Mikiā¦but if you still need a hand to figure it outā¦ā Kei giggles, playing with one of the buttons of Mikiās blouse. āCome down here and kiss me.ā
She gives the shirt a light tug. Miki answers by lowering herself down more, hands on the pillow by either side of Keiās head, and letting herself get pulled into a lingering, passionate kiss. She falls into the motions almost naturally, albeit a bit awkwardly at first. Keiās teeth bite at her bottom lip for a moment, with enough pressure for it to be felt immediately. The woman below her hums, and slips her arms around Mikiās neck, pulling her down further as she slides her tongue into the kiss easily.
Miki shivers subtly, hyperaware of how it felt like sheās just slipped into one of her many dreams about Kei. Not that sheād ever admit she had dreams like that, but at this point, it was hard to tell if it mattered or not. Thisā¦was definitely not a dream. She follows Keiās lead too easily, maybe too eagerly, while her tongue follows after Keiās, and her body nestles against Keiās form.
āMmā¦Mikiās diving into this a lot quicker than I thoughtā¦ā Kei wasnāt upsetāin fact, she sounded amused. āThatās what happens when you sit on your feelings this long, huh? You probably feel like a mess.ā Keiās hands slide over Mikiās waist as she folds a leg a bitāenough for her thigh to slide up higher between Mikiās legs, up past the hem of her skirt. The subtle pressure surprises Miki, the blonde breathing in unsteadily, and that breath hitching in her throat. Kei grins faintly and moves to bite Mikiās ear again. āI can help with thatā¦at least until you finally find some footing again.ā
Help? Kei was making even more of a mess out of her, actually. The hands on her waist pull when Miki doesnāt respond, insisting on a response themselves. She pulls Miki closer, pulling the woman against her leg firmly and finally drawing that breath back out of Miki, as unsteady and flustered as it was. āGo onā¦you want to, right?ā Kei whispers, kisses pressing against the bottom of her ear.
It was mortifying, actually, how much she wanted to. If it wasnāt for some trust in Keiās good intentions, sheād simply believe the brunette was out to humiliate her right now. Maybe that was some bit of her motivations though. She might have been enjoying this a little more than she should be. Kei nuzzles against the crook of Mikiās neck, kissing gently and keeping her hands on Mikiās waist like guides as the woman subtly rolls her hips against her. She encouraged Miki quietly, teeth rasping firmly against the skin of Mikiās neck now. She bites firmly, suckling at warm skin and drawing a restrained noise out of Mikiās throat. Cuteā¦cuter still how she tried to be so quiet. Maybe she could get a little more out of Miki, but she didnāt want to scare the girl off. The pace was Mikiās to control, despite how bold Kei proved to be to her.
Her bites cease, tip of her tongue drawing gently over what would be a raw spot of skin for a while. With another shuddered breath, Mikiās warm body lingers close to her as she more firmly rides Keiās leg in response to the affection, another shaky, needy little whine slipping from her lips. Between the jolts in her own legs and abdomen, and the persistent bites and kisses against her neck, Miki felt overwhelmed. There was a powerful stir in her body, and she could feel it creeping closer with every charged, slow roll of her hips against Keiās thigh.
Miki didnāt want that, yet. As much as her body ached for it, Miki was aware of Keiās intentions. Just like Kei knew what Miki really wanted to do. She swallowed, and forced herself to stop, moving before her hand pushes Keiās leg back down. She takes a moment to get her head back down from the clouds, her body previously teetering on its very edges before she had stopped herself short. She felt like she already regretted that decision, but the rewards would pay out later.
āGod youāre meanā¦ā She mumbles under her breath, stealing more kisses from Keiās lips.
If Kei wanted her to take what she wanted, so be it. A hand slips under Keiās back, their positions shifting as Kei sat up enough for Miki to work the t-shirt up higher and pull it off of her entirely. Sheād been right before, the only thing that Kei wore under it was a simple set of light blue panties. She fumbled with her own blouse, and within a mere minute, her own blouse and bra joined the slowly growing pile of clothes half hanging off the edge of the bed. The skirt was next, leaving Miki in only her stockings, a garter belt with undone clips, and the black underwear underneath.
It wasā¦a very different kind of look for Miki, and Kei couldnāt say she hated it at all. She watched as Miki seemed to finally figure out how to take the wheel. The blonde moved back in, skin brushing with less clothes in their way now. She stopped at Keiās neck, biting just under her jaw firmly before she chased with kisses that trailed slow and attentively on down to her collarbone. Firm, suckling bites move steadily down Keiās torso, causing faint squirms and subtle jolts of movement.
Mikiās lips danced along the edge of elastic. Keiās legs folded again, resting at either side of Mikiās body. The blonde pushed herself up slightly, sitting up and turning her head to nip at the side of Keiās knee. She glanced over, meeting Keiās excited stare with a wanting one of her own. The wordless exchange is brief, and soon the attention is on the thumbs that snuck under the bands of Keiās underwear and pulled, sliding them along her legs until they were carelessly tossed to the floor. Kisses slowly trail higher along her inner thigh, but Kei wasnāt kept waiting too long. The wait ached for Kei as much as it did for Miki.
Mikiās lips intimately meet Keiās skin. Kei breathed in slowly as her eyes slid shut, but once she felt a tongue finds its way along her skin, the breathās let back out, mingling with a soft groan and a slight squirm of her torso. Mikiās moves are slow and deliberateāinexperienced and yet surprisingly aware of what Kei might want out of her for the most reaction. A draw of her tongue ends with a firm draw over particularly sensitive skin, getting a strong shudder out of Keiās frame. Miki catches her on the tail end of it with her lips, a startling suckle getting an audible gasp out of Kei. The side of her hand curled in front of her mouth as her gasp dies into pleased moan.
āMnnā¦M-Mikiā¦Mikiā¦ā The name rolls off of Keiās tongue as her hands move to grasp at the pillowcase blindly and mindlessly under her head. It sounded nice, hearing her name like thatā¦
Miki pulled her head away, pulling herself back up over Kei as her fingertips brush between Keiās legs in place of her tongueās previous attention. Her hand firmly slides over Kei, only stopping to let a single digit slide in slowly. Keiās head tilted, another moan finding its way out while Miki nipped and kissed at her neck and collarbone. Her rhythm is strong and even, unrelenting until Keiās squirming against her with need in her movements, and tensing shamelessly while her body intensely tips over the edge, legs squeezing around Mikiās hand and body trembling.
She canāt think straight as Miki demands more kisses out of her. Kei breathlessly complies, only vaguely aware of the way Mikiās still partially clothed body resumed its previous grinds against her leg. Her movements were stronger this time, shamelessly seeking out what she refused before. Seeing Kei so flustered and ecstatic from her touch was unbearable, just stirring up that familiar heat in her stomach again but this time begging for some kind of relief. She couldnāt be bothered to get the rest of her own clothes properly out of the way. She rolled against Keiās thigh persistently and somewhat faster, breathing hard into her own kisses until she simply couldnāt anymore. Her head rested against Keiās, flushed as she shook like a leaf against Kei, voice catching on a startled and pleased noise. Relief flooded her senses, head about as far up in the clouds as it could get while Kei took advantage of the girlās momentary daze.
Fingers sneak past Mikiās garter belt and pushed under the material of her underwear. Firmly, she brushed them against Mikiās skin, pulling the blondeās attention back to her as clouded blue eyes looked into her own. Miki was still reeling over a moment ago, but Kei didnāt give her time to recover, as two of her own fingers took their own incentive and easily moved inside. She indulged the already overwhelmed woman with steady, deep movements. Miki lowered her head against the crook of Keiās neck, unable to even properly react with anything aside from the slight buck of her hips against Keiās hand, and an unsteady, fuller moan than the noises she had offered before. The fire that she had felt burst just a few seconds ago was already building back up, already in dire need of another release while her body temperature skyrocketed, and her hips moved in time with the pushes of Keiās fingers. What felt like years of tension and build up, and years of repressed feelingsā¦they burst inside her, heat assaulting the weakness in her limbs once again as she cried out against Keiās collarbone and arched her back, shaking helplessly against the onslaught of Keiās knowing fingers.
Miki collapsed against the woman, struggling to catch her breath as Kei only slowly retracted her hand from Mikiās clothes. The fingers of her other hand bury into blonde hair, as she held the flushed, heated woman on top of her. Mikiās breathing evened out eventually, her own arms wrapped around Kei best as she could get them, and steadier breathing warm against Keiās neck.
āYouāre a lot more excitable than I would have ever guessedā¦ā Kei giggles, despite Mikiās disgruntled little groan of response. āItās cuteā¦youāre cute. Youāre beautiful, Miki. Youād be an idiot to think I wouldnāt have picked you over anyone else all this time.ā
āWell Iām sorry you appear to be dealing with a fool.ā Mikiās grip tightens a bit as she tangles with Kei comfortably. Kei just laughs at that, and strokes Mikiās hair gently.
āI guess I wouldnāt have it any other way.ā
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Things hadā¦escalated. Not that it was surprisingāhell, maybe the two of them saw this coming from miles away. Hibiki really was a doer more than a thinker. Even now, for as many words as she lacked for her feelings at the moment, she had just as many kisses to offer the girl under her to make up for that.
What reason did they have for holding themselves back at this point? They loved each other. Needed each other, even.
Hibiki couldnāt think straight.
She found herself hovering over Miku after only a handful of fervent kisses. Hushed mumbles of āI love youās and breathless sighs filled the gaps in between, as did the aimless and curious roams of Hibikiās hands. Admittedly, maybe Miku wished those hands werenāt so excitableā¦as much as she loved them, she couldnāt help but worry about where this was going in such an awful hurry. She couldnāt keep up at this rate. Hands wandered, clothes were coming offā¦it all happened at an alarming, yet exciting rateāMiku couldnāt even bring herself to question it or even want to.
It really wasnāt until their clothes were scattered over the floor nearby and either girl was seated close on the mattress that she could really grasp what kind of position she was in by now.
Miku glanced to the side, admittedly a little embarrassed about the state of undress either of them were in. Sheād seen Hibiki naked before, sure, but in this kind of context, it wasā¦very different. Of course, Mikuās own obvious physical state didnāt make it any less humiliating, either. Still, Hibiki offered a small smile and a lean forward to steal an unwarned kiss from Miku, snapping her out of her train of thought easily. The kiss lingered, Hibiki humming quietly against Mikuās lips as she shuffled over and readjusted herself over the other girlās lap. Looming over the girl a little bit, Hibiki merely used the leverage to push just a little more aggression behind the kiss, tongue dipping between Mikuās lips and a warm sigh mingling into the affection.
Hibikiās hips shuffle close to Mikuās, physical contact between them pulling a twitch out of Hibikiās form. She certainly couldnāt say she was familiar with this kind of closeness as of yet, but in the same breath, couldnāt imagine experiencing it with anyone other than Miku. Thereās a momentāa pauseāin Hibikiās kiss as she seemed thoughtful in her hesitation. With her lips lingering softly against Mikuās, the blondeās hips seemed to firmly, insistently almost, roll against Mikuās with a slow and deliberate motion. Thereās a shiver that passes through her visibly.
āMikuā¦ā Hibiki coos Mikuās name against her before indulging in another kiss and wrapping her arms around the girlās neck. Mikuās hands brush over Hibikiās waist, almost reluctant about what to do next. There was really no question what the two of them wanted to doābetween Hibikiās teasing grinds and the obvious arousal that they sparked from Miku, to play ignorant to it now would just be criminal.
With a small whine, Hibiki cooperated when Mikuās hands seemed to push at her subtly, trying to get her to let up a little bit. There was only minimal adjusting, Mikuās fingers helping to keep herself still for the blondeās next decided move. With slow care, Hibiki guided herself onto Miku, breathing in slowly as she sunk back onto Mikuās lap and slowly took more of the girl inside. Hibiki canāt help but shiver, anticipation quickly giving way to pleased excitement. She didnāt move just yet, instead rewarded with an impulsively passionate kiss from the girl she straddled. When she did eventually dare to move, hips moved back a little bit, only to roll forward in attempt to take more of Miku than the first time. Miku felt a quiet groan rumble in her throat, her sense of physical touch simply jolted by the new sensation of intimacy Hibiki provided.
Hibiki seems to let the indulgent enjoyment command her movements, riding Mikuās lap with slow, steady rocks of her hips. Miku was the one to break their kiss, rewarding the blonde further with trailing kisses along her jaw line and gentle nips against her throat. A hand brushes behind Hibikiās back, fingertips brushing against the girlās battle-scarred skin with a measured, delicate touch. It didnāt take much for Miku to transition from nervous and worried, to soft and delicate, and maybe that just made it easier for Hibiki to fall into the rhythm of what they were doing now. Fingers brush against Hibikiās flush cheek and jaw, Mikuās green eyes watching with far too much curiosity as the blondeās breathing slowly grew more uneven and heavy, and her interest in moving harder against Miku made itself more obvious.
āMā¦Mikuā¦ā Hibiki groaned, Mikuās name heavy on her tongue as the girl in question let her teeth rasp against the side of the flustered fighterās neck. The hand at Hibikiās back roamed to her front, cupping a breast and gently pinching a nipple between two fingers in the process. The teasing made Hibikiās back arch, a small, surprised gasp finding its way out.
āMmā¦ā Miku shuddered and slid her eyes shut for a moment, biting the skin of Hibikiās neck more firmly before speaking warm against her skin. āHibikiā¦it doesnāt hurt, does it?ā
Oh, what kind of mortifying question was that? Hibiki could feel her skin burning from cheeks to ears, even as Miku craned her head to breathe against the girlās warm ear. Gently, Hibiki shook her head, fingers curling against Mikuās shoulders a bit as the next roll of her hips was met with the pull of an arm Miku wraps around her waist. Hibiki couldnāt stop the pleased moan that burst in response, a shaky and unsteady reaction as she leaned against Miku and moved with more intent than before.
āI-itā¦M-Mikuā¦i-it feelsā¦r-really goodā¦ā The words stumble out, barely coherent as Hibiki nears what her body could even take from the heated movements. She couldnāt last long at the pace she was going now, but that was no surprise. She finally seems to have enough, spurred on by the way Mikuās arm refuses to let her get any kind of distance back between them. Her hands squeezed Mikuās shoulders as Mikuās name catches on her throat, the gear-user at her limit as an orgasm creeps up on her and finally seems to seize her. She trembled around Miku, body tensing and clinging close to Miku. It was a pleasing kind of daze, maybe enough that it takes her a minute or two to even realize that Miku hadnāt let her go, or even let her move away from her at all. Swallowing, Hibiki struggled to find her words again as she panted against Mikuās dark hair, a whine lingering in her throat as she honestly justā¦tried to keep still. Even little movements, with Miku still inside her like she was, felt tooā¦intense, for the state that she was in right now.
āM-Mikuā¦ā
āHm?ā
āYā¦y-you havenātā¦I meanā¦ā Maybe it was a little shameful, that Hibiki hadnāt even lasted long enough to get Miku off too. But the implication of that thought merely tugged a small grin from Mikuās lips before she giggled lightly and briefly nipped at Hibikiās chin.
āI can take over, if you wantā¦ā
Oh, what an intense kind of offer. Hibiki was almost hesitant, only because of how sensitive everything still felt this soon. Yet, she couldnāt help but feel another rush of excitement in her gut as she returned Mikuās next kiss with surprising vigor. Maybe she wanted Miku to take the reigns for a bit; see what the girl had in store for her. Miku hadnāt even gotten any kind of relief yetāshe wanted the girl to feel just as good, if she could help it. The thought of seeing Miku get just as worked up alone was enough to rile Hibiki up all over again.
Carefully, Miku leaned forward, ushering Hibiki back until she had the girl back on the bed, hips still over Mikuās lap. She leaned forward, a hand gently resting behind one of Hibikiās knees before pushing the girlās leg a bit more comfortably out of the way. Mikuās tenacity in not yet pulling out seemed to be useful for this situation. She reminded Hibiki of that much as she gave an insistent push forward of her own hips, the unwarned thrust causing Hibiki to catch another startled gasp in her throat.
Now that Miku was the one in control of things, it was easier for Hibiki to quickly get lost, swept up in the steady but deep rocks of Mikuās body against hers. Hibikiās hands find Mikuās shoulders again, though this time her fingers cling and curl around to the back of her shoulders as Hibiki lets her own hips roll against Mikuās thrusts.
āHiāHibikiā¦ā Miku groaned, all too excited to move slightly quicker with the increasing dig of Hibikiās fingernails, or the resurfacing, sharp moans that found their way out into the air. Mikuās other hand rests against the sheets, curling and tangling in them as she leaned down lower for a moment to roughly push her lips against Hibikiās, stealing a breathless, excited kiss amidst her escalating feelings. āMnnā¦I-I love youā¦ā Miku broke from the clumsy kiss, gasping the words at this point.
āMikuā¦!ā Oh, she couldnāt hold out any longer than she did before, with Miku moving as hard as she was. Hibikiās legs wrapped loosely around Mikuās waist as she whined and bucked against the other girl, not interested in letting Miku go until they finished what they started. But Miku was as close as Hibiki was, resigning to a few more deep, hungry thrusts before she leaned in close to Hibiki and lingered deep, already feeling the tremors and squeezes of Hibiki finishing again. She couldnāt help but cave to the heat that overcame her in the process, overwhelmed by the pleasing friction up until now as well as the way Hibiki seemed to hold her in place as she writhed. With a shaky noise of her own, Miku shuddered and gripped at the sheets tightly, vaguely aware of the stings of Hibikiās fingernails breaking skin in a few places on her back.
What had to only be a few seconds felt like an hour, really. Once Hibikiās muscles had finally relaxed and the blonde girlās grip on Miku weakened considerably, Miku finally settled on withdrawing from Hibiki and collapsing gently against her, struggling to catch her breath as her hot, heavy breaths washed against Hibikiās collarbone. Dazed green eyes gazed at Hibiki for a moment, before persistent, breathless kisses peppered along Hibikiās chest and along her throat, tired whispers of how much she loved Hibiki filling the silence between each kiss. Hibiki wrapped her arms around Miku and met the girlās pleased, excited stare with her own before giggling quietly and cutting off yet another whisper from Miku with her own kiss.
āI love you tooā¦ā
: Forsythia
Notes: Thatās a flower! It means a feeling of anticipation, apparently. This is a HibiMiku. I keep thinking of HibiMiku ideas when Iām trying to write more MiKei ideas how frustrating.
I know what youāre thinking.Ā āthatās not dirty writing.ā originally this was going to be in one piece with the smut part but I donāt feel like writing all the mumbo jumbo in between. So have the preamble I guess, some mushy confession post-confession.
Next part is the sin but thereās a surprise in it that I wonāt spoil.
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āM-Mikuā¦are you r-really sure, about this?ā
Hibiki wasnāt sure why, of all the times in her life Miku has been there, why now she questioned if the girl in front of her was really sure about what she was saying. What she was implying.
āThatāsā¦thatās actually kind of a silly question by now, donāt you think?ā
It was a lot to take in for one conversation. Was it a confession? A proposal? Both? Miku didnāt make it too clear which she was getting at. Maybe it didnāt matter to her. That wasnāt the pointā
āHibikiā¦I think I wasā¦being as clear as I could possibly get.ā
āWhat even brought this up?ā
Miku sighed, the girl laying back on the bed for a moment and looking up at the ceiling. They hadnāt been in this little one-bedroom home too long now. They only recently moved out of their Lydian dorm, now that they were graduatedāit wasnāt too much different aside from having multiple rooms, butā¦it was still a big leap, moving from a dorm to an actual residence.
Mikuās words probably made the leap considerably larger, too.
āA lotās happened, Hibiki. How many years have you spent having to run out and fight? Or run and save me? How many times did I want to tell you everything I was thinking and feeling, all while worrying over whether youād even come back so I could have the chance? Itās kind of scary, thinking about how I could justā¦lose the chance entirely, one day. I always thought about that too muchā¦I still think about it, even after what I said to you after you saved me from that godās control.ā
Hibiki glanced at Miku briefly. Rightā¦that night.
Something profound was said that night. Yetā¦yet, there was still a stall, it felt like.
There was still something there, hanging in the air.
āI donāt want to spend my life thinking like that. I donāt want to think that the way I keep hesitating is why Iāll never have some kind ofā¦closure. And that night when we saw the starsā¦even then, I donāt know that I even conveyed everything that I feel. Putting things into wordsā¦itās very hard. I donāt know that itās a natural skill at all.ā
Miku sighed, shutting her eyes and frowning for a moment, before turning onto her side and looking over at Hibiki.
āThat nightā¦I said that I love you. I told you that your existence is what brings me happiness, that I always wanted to apologize for the grief that I brought into your life. Right now, Iām laying here, thinking about how those feelingsā¦how much I love you is the most vivid thing Iāve ever experienced. Iām remembering how emotions and feelings were so foreign to me once, how hard they were to understand in other people, and how visceral it felt, when I started feeling love, after meeting you.ā
Hibiki glanced down at Miku, fidgeting a bit nervously with her sleeves as she listened to Miku talk. She was almost too nervous to meet the girlās green eyes, but she couldnāt really bring herself to want to look anywhere else instead.
āIām proud of you, Hibiki. Youāre always everyoneās selfless hero. Youāre always giving more than you take, even when youāre not sure if thatās how you wanted it. But, you knowā¦when you finally said it, there was such a big change in you. When you wanted to save me, because you wanted to save me. Not because itād save everyone else.ā Miku gave a small laugh, shaking her head subtly. āI might be more selfish than I should be. I heard you say that. When I did, Iā¦Iām not sure what I felt, but I knew that I wanted that too. That there was something very profound, about being the girl that you wanted to save. Always being the person, you wanted to save, every time.ā
She was talking a lot, wasnāt she? For someone who wasnāt good with her words, Miku had a lot to say once she did find them.
āIām being selfish too. I want to continue being the girl you want to keep safe. I want to be the one youāre thinking about when youāre keeping the city safe during your missions. I want to continue to be the reason you fight and protect, even when Iām right there fighting by your side. I justā¦want to be yours, alone. Just like I want you for myself. I still want to protect that smile, but itās much more than thatā¦I want to protect you. All of you. And I know that Iām still young, butā¦I want to keep you by my side, and I want to keep your warmth safe with me, until neither of us can breathe anymore.ā
Somehow, hearing Mikuās words in this much detail only felt that much more like a proposal. The thought brings a vivid tinge of color to Hibikiās cheeks as she looks at her legs like a nervous child. Miku laughed again, reaching out and slowly brushing a hand over one of Hibikiās.
āIām not going to whip out a ring and ask you to marry me, you knowā¦but I donāt knowāI might, someday. Maybe I wish I could.ā
That really didnāt calm Hibiki down much. Still, she couldnāt say that the knot she felt in her stomach from Mikuās words was a bad reaction. Quite the opposite, really. There were a lot of words and feelings in her head, and honestly the blonde didnāt know where to start in trying to decipher them into somethingā¦verbal.
Is that the only way to express them, though?
Hibiki wasnāt much different from Miku, deep down. Neither of them was good with words when it came down to certain situations. Hibiki was an expressive girl, but her strongest expressions had always been through song or through her actions. She was a doer, not a thinker. Not always something to be proud of, but in a situation like this, it at least gave her a course of action that was more productive than simplyā¦sitting there and listening to her best friend pour her heart out for nothing.
: Return
Notes: More HibiMiku, for fun. More vampires and werewolves, in fact, but this time with more! Itās short.
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As often as Miku had the upper hand on her, it wasnāt often the situation got to be reversed. It was always a matter of finding Mikuās weak spots when the opportunity made itself present, and this time around, for once, Hibiki decided to take the chance.
Or maybe she was just antsy enough to try and challenge the vampire anyway. So close to the full moon, Hibiki couldnāt help but find a bit more courage in getting her nervous energies out, or at least getting Miku to help her do so. A number of sharper teeth nip at Mikuās bottom lip as Hibiki kissed her repeatedly, hands pinning the dark-haired vampire to the wall by her waist. Miku was awfully complacent at the moment, though Hibiki couldnāt say that the woman wasnāt just as antsy herself. Hands grasp at the sides of Hibikiās hips, pulling the werewolf up close against her as Hibikiās own hands moved to fumble with the front of Mikuās blouse.
Many things were a blur for Hibiki. Pulling buttons loose from Mikuās shirt, tossing it to the side, and the way she raised her arms briefly to let Miku pull her own shirt away. Even when she was the one who was pinned, Miku wasted no time in letting her hands wander, already unclipping Hibikiās bra and letting that drop to the floor as well. Humming into the kiss, Mikuās hands roamed over Hibikiās chest, grasping with a firm and lingering kind of pressure that pulled a small groan out of the wolfās throat. Everything Miku did was a subtle provocation, or not-so-subtle, given how her thumb deliberately rolls over a pert nipple.
Everything felt so frantic and fast. Miku was already trying to egg Hibiki on, and as close as they were at the moment, there was no way for Hibiki to hide the fact that it was working very well.
Mikuās arm snaked around Hibikiās waist, keeping her pulled close and smirking blatantly against Hibikiās lips when she felt the rather solid result of her teasing already starting to show.
āYour bodyās not in too much of a mood to wait, is it?ā Miku chuckled, a playful nip chasing her words as she briefly bit at Hibikiās jaw. Her fingertips teased at the small of Hibikiās back, drawing a distressed growl out of Hibiki, but the wolf in turn dragged her fingernails against the scars that adorned Mikuās sides. The action did pull a startled shiver out of the vampire, green eyes flickering to meet Hibikiās rather fixated gaze with interest. Hibiki leaned in to steal another deep kiss, letting her hips roll firmly against Mikuās, in the process giving the vampire a taste of what Hibiki was so restlessly eager to give her.
āMiku-chan isā¦not much better off, I thinkā¦ā Hibiki murmured between fervent kisses, words trailing off as she let her tongue carefully maneuver behind Mikuās teeth and around her fangs with caution.
āMā¦maybeā¦I hope Hibiki doesnāt plan on teasing me all nightā¦ā Miku couldnāt help the excited breath against Hibikiās lips, or the subtly needy tone of her voice. Oh, Hibiki wasnāt wrong. This werewolf knew exactly how to get Miku into whatever mood she needed her in, it felt like. For as daft and admittedly airheaded as Hibiki could beāwhen she wanted to be, she was just a little fireball, really.
Hibikiās hands flattened against the wall behind Miku as her kisses trailed away from Mikuās lips and instead traveled along her jaw line. With persistent and firm motions, Hibikiās hips continued to roll against Mikuās body, teasing grinds against her through clothes that still did plenty to muffle anything thatād truly be considered rewarding for either of them. Restless fingers find themselves itching to get past the material of Hibikiās pants, despite some form of self-restraint keeping Miku from just shoving the annoying clothes right off of the wolfās hips. Still, when lips brush against the side of Mikuās neck, just underneath the bone of her jaw, she canāt help but shudder and whine, a needy arch of her back meeting the next rhythmic push of Hibikiās hips.
āPā¦please, Hibikiā¦stop playing aroundā¦MmāI need youā¦ā It was rare to hear the pushy and blunt vampire justā¦plead, in any wayāeven the slightly demanding and desperate tone she chose now. It really just felt like a last straw to Hibiki, the already riled up woman swallowing as she felt heat creep quickly into her ears over some of the things in her body that she felt just hearing Miku talk like that. She gladly obliged in fumbling to get Mikuās bottoms off, clumsy yet quick hands eventually letting Mikuās cute little skirt and her panties both drop to the floor, only to get kicked away by the pleased vampire. She felt like she couldnāt move fast enough, getting the belt around her own pants unhooked and pulled away. Miku helped with that much, dainty fingers brushing against Hibikiās hands before taking the belt and sliding it out of the loops for her.
Despite her own pleading, Miku still had plenty in her to drive Hibiki up a wall in return. Lithe fingers easily undo the buttons and zipper of Hibikiās pants, pushing them down until they dropped to Hibikiās ankles. But her fingertips brushed against the other womanās underwear, the cute pair of blue boyshorts she chose to wear in place of uncomfortable boxers, teasing against the hard protrusion underneath. It drew a small groan out of Hibiki. Oh, Miku couldnāt help but smile at the reaction.
āHibiki needs me as much as I need her, doesnāt she?ā
She pulled at Hibikiās waistband, freeing the woman first, before gradually pulling the underwear down until finally, it also joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. Hibiki wasted little time in closing the distance again, kisses resuming their shower of affection against the vampireās neck, much to Mikuās pleased surprised. There was intention in Hibikiās focusāthe way her hips once again gave a single, teasing roll against Miku was timed well with the draw of her tongue over the remnants of old scars Miku still had. The scars from when she was sired, extensive as they were, had nerves that just flared violently, whenever Hibiki paid them specific attention.
Miku felt a shuddered moan rumble in her throat, vaguely aware of Hibikiās hands at her legs, and the way the woman effortlessly hoisted her legs up. Mikuās legs loosely wrapped around the blonde, locking her in close as her hands used Hibikiās shoulders for some more leverage. Mikuās attention was split between the gentle bites that the werewolf dug against her scarred skin and the way Hibiki eventually finds her way inside, hips swaying forward slowly until she was already halfway in. Bites and kisses against Mikuās neck and collarbone interchange and continue as the rest of her focus goes into the steady pace her grinding hips take.
A firm drag of Hibikiās teeth against Mikuās skin earns an abruptly audible moan, the noise catching in her throat as she impulsively rolled her own hips forward to meet Hibikiās movements, inviting the woman deeper than she was before. āHibikiā¦Mnnā¦ā
The next harder bite of Hibikiās teeth just earn a reflexive jerk of Mikuās hips, a startled gasp on her tongue as her quiet invitations finally seemed to get through to Hibiki. She moved quicker and harder and coupled with the rough attention that she generously paid to Mikuās sensitive scars, she made it hard for the vampire to keep up at the moment. As jolting as the bites and kisses were, they served well to make Hibikiās movements and thrusts feel that much more intense and heated. There was a shameless volume to Mikuās moans and pleas, or the way Hibikiās name constantly seemed to tumble off of her tongue among requests for more or demands that the wolf push harder still. Fingernails behind Hibikiās shoulders start to dig aggressively into her skin, a few indents even breaking skin in the process, but for the time being Miku was more distracted by the heat of the moment to care about the hint of blood scented in the air.
āMikuā¦ā Hibiki growled against Mikuās neck, hot breath washing against cool skin. For the moment, the wolf seemed okay with letting go of restraint in favor of pleasing Miku. Thereās a harsher bite against the side of Mikuās neck, her canines even threatening to puncture the vampireās skin in the process. Miku cried out, body shuddering as she pulled herself close to Hibiki, arching her back and unable to brace herself against the abrupt, intense feeling that seized her. She tensed around Hibiki, shuddering with each hard push the wolf offered against her, until finally it seemed like Hibiki was finally spent and unable to stand up much longer to the way Miku squeezed around her like she did. With a groan, the blonde wolf gasped warmly against Mikuās shoulder, pushing her form against Mikuās and shuddering as relief finally seemed to reach her.
An intense kind of shudder overtook Hibiki for a moment as she reluctantly withdrew, at least so she could let Miku back down onto her feet and lean into the vampireās embrace while she tried to catch her breath.
āMmā¦ā Miku shivered subtly, a feeling of delighted satisfaction still lingering in her body as she kissed Hibikiās flush face and neck. āI really hope you still have plenty of that moon-fueled energy leftā¦I havenāt quite had enough yet.ā

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: Blood Moon
Notes: Hibimiku! Abrupt ending. I just wanted to finish it at this point tbh. Itās vampire Miku and werewolf Bikki.
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Feeding wasnāt entirely new to Hibiki or Miku. Miku needed blood to survive, and Hibiki was the creature to supply it. Hibiki was surprisingly resilient to feeding sessionsāthrough helping Miku find out how much was too much while not depriving herself, they found a pretty good feeding routine.
Sometimesā¦that feeding routine meshed withā¦other problems.
Miku herself, found that the antsy behavior of a werewolf in a cycle was not something to be trifled with. Whether it was sometime before a full moon came, or any other time, it certainly delivered an entirely different side to Hibiki, despite how embarrassed the werewolf could still get even when she wanted something questionable.
All this saidā¦it was fairly easy to see this kind of situation coming. Every month was a full moon, and every month Hibiki got entirely too frisky for her own good. The timing couldnāt be any worseāor better, depending on which angle you were looking at it fromāwhen Miku needed another meal. Of course, Hibiki knew that thatād have to come around eventually, but she couldnāt help but enjoy the kisses and wandering hands that they shared between the two of them at the moment.
The nearly full moon even when not at its peak stage was bright outside the window, even with the curtains drawn. Miku hummed quietly, keeping Hibiki pinned against the wall of their bedroom even when Hibiki was the one firmly nipping at Mikuās lip. Hibikiās hands clung to the sides of Mikuās blouse, the wolf girl caught somewhere between her usual nervous energy and thrilled excitement about being indulged when she was in this kind of overwhelming mood.
Miku growled, Hibikiās arms pinned against the wall with a firm thud by hands that kept themselves pushed against the girlās wrists. She felt like more of a mess than she wanted to admitāshe was aroused, caught by the almost infectious excitement that Hibiki gave off around her right now, and on top of that she was still hungry for that blood rushing underneath Hibikiās skin. Hibiki herself tilted her head, all but inviting the girl to do just what was on her mind. The wolf was far too preoccupied by instinct to really care about how eager she looked right about now. With a small, interested whine, Miku leaned in close and took the offer with a hard bite of her fangs, quickly and easily piercing Hibikiās skin. The brief and sharp sting was quick, but it shot through Hibikiās spine like an alarm that she struggled to push down, only to squirm against Miku with her own whine caught in her throat.
Oh, there was something just shamefully enjoyable about the sensation of Miku feeding on her, when in situations like this. Miku was nestled against Hibikiās form generously, leg slyly pushed between Hibikiās like a buffering distraction from the intensity of Mikuās feeding at the moment. Any fleeting thought that the placement might be accidental was quickly dashed by the slight amount of pressure that Miku teased against the girl, groaning into the wolfās neck as she basked in the satisfaction of blood on her tongue.
Hibiki shivered, hands just itching to touch some part of Miku despite the stronger vampire keeping them out of reach of her. Her nerves always felt haywire like thisāMiku knew what she was doing. Teasing her and feeding at the same time; it was like saying āIām busy, keep yourself entertained in the meantime.ā It came with the added bonus of Hibikiās feverish excitement and rushing blood for Miku, the Hibikiās heart rate climbing just as eagerly as her body moved for Mikuās teasing. Still, the only clothing Hibiki had off since this encounter started was her shirt, her shorts at the moment an uncomfortable muffle between herself and Mikuās thigh.
āM-Mikuā¦ā Hibikiās whine was only met with another aggressive noise deep in Mikuās throat. Her fingers closed around Hibikiās wrists, body pushing against Hibiki more insistently and drawing a startled, shaky moan out of the werewolf. Mikuās biting was harderāmore aggressive than usual. Hibiki couldnāt say she minded much. Her reactions are impulsive, hips bucking against the pressure of Mikuās leg in a desperate and shameless approval.
Only once Mikuās at least satisfied with her meal does she seem to ease up on the biting, her tongue drawing over the wound and treating it in the process so that the bleeding slowed to a stop. With excited breaths, Miku let go of Hibikiās wrists, keeping herself close as she wiped a thumb against the blood that trickled from her lips. Cleaning the blood away from her finger, Miku hummed and eyed Hibiki with obvious satisfaction, perhaps both at Hibikiās messy demeanor and at her own satiated state.
āWell, wellā¦take a look at you.ā Miku chuckled softly, stealing a kiss from Hibiki with no prior warning. Her lips and her mouth still tasted strongly of the blood that lingeredā¦Hibikiās own blood, at that. It was vividly embarrassing, but the excitement that Hibiki returned in her own kiss back was palpable. Mikuās tongue brushed against Hibikiās before she pulled away from the kiss and breathed against Hibikiās lips, a teasing trace of the tip of her tongue cleaning what little traces of blood Mikuās affection managed to leave behind on Hibikiās mouth.
āThatāsā¦pretty questionable of youā¦getting all worked up on the taste of your own blood like that~ā Miku smiled against Hibikiās lips, her fingers rising to the girlās face and sliding into her blonde hair. āItās kind of shameful.ā The blunt accusations were mortifying, but Hibiki didnāt have much to say for herself. Nothing that wouldnāt get embarrassing retaliation, anyway.
āBut then again, here you were, getting bitten and bled, and yetā¦ā Miku rolled her hips against Hibikiās firmly, tilting her head. A hand held the other side of Hibikiās face as her lips brushed against the unbitten side of Hibikiās neck, able to pick up the vibration of a pleased noise in the werewolfās throat. āYou were still writhing and groaningādare I say, you were getting more excited than you were before?ā Another push of her hips. This just wasnāt fair. But she wasnāt wrong either; thatās what really got to Hibiki.
This woman was downright mean sometimes...
Miku caught Hibikiās lips again, fangs grazing her skin gently as she chased it with another deep kiss and yet another roll of her hips. Hibiki couldnāt help but follow suit, tugging at Mikuās hips with a whine as she pushed herself against the vampire in a needy movement.
āM-Mikuuā¦ā
There was some self-indulgence to be had here. Miku rolled her hips, legs tangled with Hibikiās. She grinded against Hibiki as eagerly as the werewolf did against her, a hummed noise of enjoyment lingering in her throat.
āHi~bi~ki~ā Hibikiās name flowed off of Mikuās tongue in a playfully singsong tone as the girlās hand caressed the wolfās chin. A harder push against Hibikiās body had the wolf girl whining before a shaken moan slipped out. Even Miku couldnāt resist the pleased sigh on her lips as the werewolf impulsively arched her body against Mikuās, a needy grind returning the favor. The vampire leaned forward, her lips brushing against the edge of Hibikiās ear before a soft chuckle sent a wash of cool breath over it, and a wave of fresh goose bumps over Hibikiās skin.
āHibikiā¦ā
With another deliberate, and firm grind of her hips, Miku groaned quietly into the wolfās ear, hand slipping into blonde hair slowly. āI want youā¦somewhere else.ā Miku lowered her voice a little bit, whispering her request privately into the girlās ear. It earned a small blush, even as simple as the command was. The vampire seemed willing then, to part from Hibiki to let her move, letting the blonde stumble towards the bed nearby. She followed close behind, watching with interest as Hibiki climbed onto the bed with a bit of uncertainty. It wasnāt until she was completely on the bed, still holding herself up a bit with her hands and knees, that Mikuās hand found Hibikiās back and pushed, forcing the girl forward. Hibiki let out a surprised yelp, stumbling until she was face down on the mattress and the soft-colored sheets that adorned it.
She didnāt really have a chance to recover either her stance or her dignity. Miku had already climbed over her, hands placing themselves on top of Hibikiās and pinning her in place.
āItās cute how youāre just so out of sorts that youāll do whatever youāre told like that.ā Miku chuckled, earning a blush out of Hibiki.
āM-MikuāIām starting to think all you wanted to do tonight is g-get your kicks out of embarrassing meā¦ā
āI wouldnāt say that.ā Miku leaned down lower against Hibiki, nestling comfortably against Hibikiās back. Maybe a bit too comfortablyāthe closeness is actually pretty vivid, though something told Hibiki that Miku was well aware of that fact.
Mikuās hands made their way under Hibikiās shirt, smoothing over the girlās stomach and abdomen with a slow, teasing curiosity. After a moment, Miku picked herself back up, hands gently ushering Hibiki to pick her hips up just enough to allow Mikuās mischievous hands to get a hold of the waistband of her bottoms and tug them away. With a hum, Miku held herself up with an arm while her free hand remained at Hibikiās hips, adamantly refusing to let the girl fully lay back down.
āI know youāre not feeling entirely yourself, after all. And yet, you did feed me regardless. You know I always pay you back for that~ā With a small chuckle, Mikuās fingertips slipped around Hibikiās body, slipping underneath the girl and down below her waist. Almost immediately, she was already brushing against the werewolfās warm, aroused skin with firm and steadily paced strokes of her fingers. The relief of such direct contact when Hibiki was already so riled up was almost maddening. With a strained groan, there was a flinch in Hibikiās hips, half of the girlās face hidden and buried against the sheets of the bed.
āMā¦M-Mikuā¦ā
Hibikiās hands clenched into fists. With a pleased hum, Miku focused on increasingly firm strokes of her skin, playfully teasing at sensitive skin before she let her fingers inside in a quick and lingering thrust. With a whine, Hibikiās hips jerked with the motion, silently wanting more. She didnāt even really need to askāMikuās fingers were already moving with a determined, steady pace, the vampire simply more amused by the rolls of Hibikiās hips that seemed to try and take more out of each movement than what Miku initially offered. Despite the rather shameless position she had Hibiki in, the blonde was far more interested in the heat of the moment.
Leaning down, Miku let a playful, cool breath wash against the back of Hibikiās neck before gently digging her teeth against her skin. It was firm enough to leave indents, but she was still careful not to accidentally pierce the girlās neck again with her sharper fangs. Hibiki gasped softly, but most of her stronger reactions were from how Mikuās fingers dove deeper and quicker with the soft bite of her teeth.
āMiku! Mā¦Mikuāā
Adorable, how easy it was to reduce Hibiki to a hot mess only capable of coherently saying Mikuās name. She let the tip of her tongue tickle at the wolfās neck between lingering kisses while her hand moved in time with the needy grinds of Hibikiās raised hips. It was clear from the almost frantic whines and moans from the blonde, and her harder, jerked movements that Hibikiās body couldnāt take much more of this.
Quite honestly, as much as Miku wanted to draw it outā¦perhaps stop last minute and make Hibiki wait for her reliefā¦she felt particularly antsy herself, at this point. There wasnāt much point in teasing too much, when she had most of the night left to play around with her cute little wolf girl anyway.
With a cool chuckle against Hibikiās neck, her fingers move harder with a few last, abruptly deep thrusts, pulling a strained cry out of Hibiki, as well as the tell-tale shudders and clenches of a sudden, crashing orgasm. Hibikiās whine shuddered against the sheets she buried her face against, Miku withdrawing her hand to let the blonde roll onto her side to tremble and ride out the rest of the intense sensations in her body.
āMā¦Mikuāā Hibiki whined rather pitifully against the bed, letting half her face show afterwards as she spared a disgruntled glance at Miku. She was only met with a raised eyebrow and a grin, before shutting her eyes. āY-you really do get a k-kick out of humiliating meā¦! Geezā¦ā
āOh, come on.ā Miku leaned down, brushing her lips rather gently against Hibikiās cheek before giggling. āIf itās any consolation, watching you act like that has me a little more than justā¦amused. Maybe Iāll even let you get back at me.ā
: Scarred
Notes: Wow! Something that isnāt about Miki. Hereās a Hibimiku. Symphogear trash of our favorite blatant girlfriends.Ā
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They werenāt sure when it started. It wasnāt really something that they had to state officially. At some point, the comfort they offered each other crossed a line. At some point, quiet words and held hands led to affirmative kisses and roaming fingers. It was something that happened as naturally as anything else between them, sometimes.
The last hour was spent with Miku dressing Hibikiās wounds. The gear-user had just finished eliminating Noise from a sector of the city, and she didnāt get away without her fair share of cuts and bruises. Nothing too terrible or hard to treat. It only meant that she had to take it easy for a little while. The easy solution was turning in for bed early. Hibiki would normally be more against the idea, but she was cooperative tonight, whether it was a desire to stay near Miku or if her mission had simply tired her out.
Climbing slow up the ladder of their bunk bed, Hibiki managed to reach the top before she felt suddenly unsure of just what her intention really was. Nearby, Miku was already tucked into bed, lying face down under the blanket, wearing a white tank top to make up for these hotter seasons that were still coming to a pass. It was Hibikiās tank topā¦it happened more often than notāMiku deciding on Hibikiās clothes as pajamas rather than her usual cotton set. It happened more often when Hibiki was out until late at night fighting. Sheād come in only to find Miku, fast asleep and comfortably adorning one of her tops, sometimes a hoodie on colder nights. Maybe it offered her some comfort. Hibiki never really thought to ask about it.
Orange eyes gaze eventually at the girlās partially exposed upper back, and at the symmetrical scars that embedded deep and vivid into her skin. Quietly, Hibiki crawled onto the bed, making her way over until she loomed over Mikuās form. The drowsy girl stirred gently, eyes opening and aware of the presence of the other girl over her. Hibiki didnāt bother with a warning, as she lowered herself a little bit and dipped her head, letting her lips brush over one of the marks. Less warning was given to the firm rasp of teeth against marked skin, drawing a flinch out of Miku.
Kisses followed. One more to a scar, until a slow trail of them inched to the center and up to the jut of bone just below the girlās neck. There was a small noise, barely audible in Mikuās throat, and just the slightest tension in her muscles in response to the sudden barrage of soft affection. At the back of Mikuās neck, Hibiki only persisted, firmly biting at skin until she pulled a considerably more audible whine out of the girl underneath her.
She could feel heat creeping up to her ears. Hibiki wasnāt sure what exactly drove her sudden desire, but the small, delicate noises Miku offered in return only served to encourage it more. Her bites softened to lingering kisses, hands smoothing down the tank top until her fingertips could sneak against Mikuās soft skin. Just as slowly as everything else, Hibikiās hands slipped under the shirt, palms and fingers sliding smoothly over her girlfriendās back. Each movement was slow and careful, like she was savoring every inch of Miku that she came into contact with. Every sense Hibiki had was fixated on Miku. The intense stare of her softer orange eyes, the way Mikuās warm skin felt under her fingers or how she could pick up the flinch of muscles here and there, the just slightly excited breathing Miku struggled to keep evenā¦it charged Hibiki in a way that only Miku was capable of doing.
Gently pulling the blanket out of the way, Hibiki lowered herself carefully, nestling against Mikuās frame and wrapping her arms around her. The embrace could almost be warm and innocent, if not for the less than innocent intentions of the kisses and nips that reached Mikuās scars again.
āMikuā¦ā
āMnnā¦ā Mikuās eyes seemed to flutter open, another slow, nervous breath moving her body slightly.
āI love you so much.ā Hibiki murmured against Mikuās back. Her fingertips played against the edge of Mikuās waistline, just teasing the thought of what she could do next, if Miku wanted her to.
āHibikiā¦ā Miku cooed, extremely aware of the way the fingertips of Hibikiās hand barely peeked under her clothing. The muscles of her torso flinched with the brushes of fingers that slowly made their way from her waist, up against the front of her stomach and higher still. With a firm motion, Hibikiās fingers slid over Mikuās chest, the teasing grope she offered pulling a subtle squirm out of Miku. The movements of her fingers were playful, though brief. She backed off a little bit, helping Miku turn over onto her back before stealing an eager kiss.
Her excitement didnāt leave Miku much room to linger on anything too long. Hibiki ducked lower, moving until her teeth could bite firm against the top of Mikuās thigh. The former track star gasped, flinching at the sudden aggression. Hibiki breathed Mikuās name against her skin, overcome with a kind of impulse as she bit at Mikuās inner thigh hardānot too hard, but she wasnāt exactly holding back, either.
āMn--! H-Hibikiāā At the point she could feel the blonde sucking at her skin, she couldnāt help the shaky, whined moan in her throat as Hibiki wasted little time turning her into a helpless mess underneath her. Hibiki was leaving the patch of skin on Mikuās thigh red and raw to the touch, even despite the gentler kiss that lingered against it and pulled a slight flinch out of the girl.
āMikuā¦ā Hibiki whined, fingers sliding up until they curled into the fabric of Mikuās shorts and bunched, the slightest tugs giving aware her desire to simply discard the clothing right now. She moved and let her kisses trail against Mikuās hips, teeth firmly digging against the skin around a jut of hip bone until Miku was squirming yet again. The girlās dainty hands found Hibikiās, trembling slightly as they brushed against skin, and she insistently pushed against her own waistline in encouragement. She hardly stood a chance against Hibiki when the blonde was being so needy and forwardāit didnāt happen often, but it was hard to resist when it did. With a small groan, Hibiki helped Mikuās nearly fruitless attempts and tugged at the girlās clothes to get anything below Mikuās waist well out of her way. A hand caressed the runnerās calf, brushing along her leg gently as she chased it with kisses. Each kiss roamed higher, following the teasing brush of her hands and peppering lingering kisses along Mikuās leg, knee, and back to the inside of her thighs in an excited, almost hungry manner.
Miku always seemed more out of sorts than normal when Hibiki took charge. Not that Hibiki really stopped to ponder whyāshe probably couldnāt figure it out even if she did try. But at the very least, it was hard to deny that Hibiki liked Mikuās overwhelmed, flustered reactions. She enjoyed getting to see them, and there was something she felt a bit smug and pleased about, knowing that only she made Miku feel like that.
Maybe Hibiki did a lot of dumb things through her life, but at least she could be confident about her ability to quickly pick up on what really pleased Miku, sometimes.
She had Miku far too out of sorts to behave herself. She wanted Hibiki to keep going, and she wasnāt really making any effort to make that subtle or hide it in any way. It flustered Hibiki plenty, but she certainly intended on giving Miku what she wanted now. She once again nipped high on the inside of the girlās thigh, a pleasing hint of a warning before Hibiki closed in and teased Miku with a gentle draw of her tongue.
āOhhā¦ā Miku whined, eyes sliding shut and body shivering from the finally delivered contact. Hibikiās hands slid over her hips, grasping gently and giving the other girl a bit of a brace as she continued with even strokes of her tongue. She had Miku already too wound up to save herself any grace in reactingāthe way her fingers curled into the sheets and the shameless, subtle rise of her hips despite struggling with the pin of Hibikiās hands; none of it slipped by Hibikiās attentive interest at the moment.
Even while Hibiki kept her affections rather gentle and loving, she hardly ever failed to drive Miku crazy when they were alone. Maybe it was the loving nature the gear user so effortlessly expressed, though. It could be that. It could be her gentle firmness. The way those gentle hands knew exactly how to handle the girl she loved. It could be Hibikiās passive confidence even when she was often such an easily flustered, cutely embarrassed mess. Maybe it was all of itāMiku couldnāt help but greedily love every little thing about this girl, from her bright and caring personality down to her gentle fists and careful fingers.
Miku was losing track of her thoughts, legs shifting and back giving a slight, jerked flinch when she felt Hibiki firmly suckle at skin that was way too sensitive for her to ignore any particular attention Hibiki chose to give. She certainly had Mikuās full attention now, a surprised moan catching in her throat like a tangled forest floor catching the foot of a blind runner.
āHiā¦Hibikiāā Trembling more noticeably now, Mikuās fingers run through Hibikiās soft hair, curling reflexively in blonde locks as the flush girl tried and failed to get some kind of hold on herself. Hibiki made it no easier, a thoughtful stall in her barrage of affection before she decidedly, slowly, let her fingertips brush over Miku and carefully guided two of them inside. Seemed like that moan that had previously caught finally found its way out. Miku gasped, pulling slightly at the sheets before tapering off into an almost desperate whine for more.
Too invested for her own good, Hibiki pulled her head away finally, leaving the rest of the job to her fingers as she pulled herself back up to meet Mikuās collarbone with a few firm bites and kisses. The teasing, brief curl of Hibikiās fingers that interrupted her steady rhythm earned a small cry out from Miku, the girlās back arching in an instinct-driven response. Hibiki picked her head up, gazing at Miku only to be met with the flustered girlās own stare. There was a startling intensity in her green eyes, and a sharp and blatant kind of adoration filling her enamored gaze. It was almost an overwhelming sight for Hibiki to take in, honestly.
āNnāHibikiā¦ā Hibikiās name was the only coherent thing on the tip of Mikuās tongue right now. The girlās fingers rise to the front of Hibikiās shirt, curling firmly and twisting into the fabric until a rather forceful tug brought Hibiki down to meet her in a hungry and desperate kiss. Hibiki almost canāt keep up, between her fingers below trying to give Miku the feelings she wanted and keeping up with the hungry kisses and careless exploration of Mikuās tongue. Even when she had the reigns, it still felt like Miku had them instead. Ā
She did, really. Some people could say Miku had Hibiki wrapped around her little finger, and honestly Hibiki wouldnāt have it any other way.
Miku gasped Hibikiās name against the girlās lips; her erratic, heavy breaths were warm against Hibikiās skin, giving away how worked up she was by now. Hibiki slipped her other hand behind Mikuās squirming torso, sliding underneath the tank top and letting her fingertips draw over smooth skin. She buried her face against the side of Mikuās neck, a pleased rumble in her throat as she gently bit at Mikuās skin again.
āMikuā¦I love you so muchā¦ā Hibiki murmured against the girlās flush neck, pulling a wave of goose bumps over Mikuās shoulders and arms as the girl writhed against her. Her hips shamelessly rose to meet the rhythm of Hibikiās fingers, and Hibiki returned the favor, mindful of how hard or quickly she moved and how she moved her fingers deliberately to start working Miku closer to relief. Mikuās hands slid around to Hibikiās back, fingers clinging tightly to her shirt and sharp, telling gasps and moans communicating easily just how close Miku was to the limit of what her body could handle.
Her hand slid to the back of Hibikiās head, fingers burying themselves in the fighterās hair carelessly, like she was just trying to feel as much of Hibiki under her hands as she could at the moment. Miku shuddered, burying her face against Hibikiās neck and muffling a cute, broken noise of relief as Hibikiās persistence finally paid off. Miku trembled, clinging and holding Hibiki close as she possibly, physically could as she legs squeezed and shifted around Hibikiās hand. She could feel Miku struggle to catch her breath against her neck, not making an attempt to withdraw her hand until the girlās body finally seemed to give in and relax, sans the occasional, pleased tremor.
Moving away from Mikuās back, Hibikiās other hand smoothed over the girlās black, mussed hair as she chuckled quietly, pressing a kiss against Mikuās forehead. āI got a little carried away, didnāt I? Miku seems exhausted.ā
Miku whined, face red as she hid against the front of the gear userās neck and kissed her there instead, a fleeting, though breathless, show of affection.
āOhā¦youāre no fairā¦Hibikiā¦ā Hibiki laughed softly at the remark, wrapped her arms around Miku and keeping her held in a warm embrace. Childish whines aside, there was no doubt that Miku would have no trouble slipping into a quiet, comfortable sleep with Hibikiās warm arms around her and safely curled into her embrace.
: First Day
Notes: I dunno, another hot take on a first day in the post-plot infection setting. They were just trying to decide whoās bed was whoās.
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Their first day settling into the room theyād be living in now that civilization was finally trying to recover itself, and naturally the first conflict is who was taking what bed. Not that it mattered muchāmaybe there was just a lot on their minds, and they needed to find something to put the focus on. This particular moment focused on the bed by the window. There was a lot of struggling aroundāneither girl had any intention of actually hurting the other, but Miki also knew that up against Kurumi, there really wasnāt much hope of winning a physical confrontation anyway. She already found herself on the other bed in the room, Kurumiās arm around her in a careful chokehold as the stronger girl demanded Miki call it quits.
What happened, between that, and this? There was a handful of minutes between, some playful insults and harmless remarks made as Miki insisted on defending her position. Some moments of outsmarting, and some more of overpowering and overtaking again. A lot of it blended togetherāmaybe because a lot more of Mikiās current focus was on where she was at right now.
She was flat on her back, just out of breath with hands pinning down either of her arms. She stared up at the looming athlete, Kurumiās own burgundy eyes glaring down at her with way too much triumph to pass Miki without some sense of frustration.
āWell? Youāve got less stamina than me too, you know. Just admit defeat aāready.ā Kurumi leaned down a little bit, sneering. Miki frowned, largely defiant to the idea of giving in. She was defiant, and she wasā¦nervous, maybe. Wasnāt this the first time they really got to let their guards down and simply play around like that inā¦who knows how long? It was really the first time in a while Miki didnāt have to focus on the harder thingsāthe infected, Kurumiās infection, or even her own. Hell, for a few minutes, the biggest pressing concern was if either of them would get to sleep in the other bed.
Amongā¦other things.
āYou taught me a little better than that, Senpaiā¦what if I donāt?ā
Kurumi chuckled, leaning her head down yet again. āThen I guess I keep ya here until you change your mind.ā
āWell Senpai, I might start to think you wanted to be in this situation in the first place. With your weaker junior pinned down under you, and all.ā Miki huffed, deflecting a bit of her embarrassment at the older girl. Maybe it worked. Kurumiās expression seemed to change a bitāshe seemed moreā¦thoughtful? Maybe it didnāt work quite the way she meant it to. Kurumi sneered a little bit, a fang exposed in the process.
āI dunnoā¦maybe I did. Whatāre you even gonna do about it?ā
Oh boy. She didnāt reallyā¦expect it to come right back at her. Miki shut up, glaring at Kurumi but positively at a loss for retort. What could she do about it, even?
She could think of a few things, but none of them were sensible nor things she could mention out loud without feeling mortified.
Okayā¦call her bluff. Push until she has to back out. Easy enough.
āOh really? Iām flattered, Kurumi-Senpai. But then how about we make a deal?ā
āYeah?ā
āSince youāre apparently so eager to get me under your clawsā¦Iāll let you have the bed, no more ifās, andās, or butās. Butā¦I get one kiss.ā
Ahāthat suggestion seemed to catch Kurumi by some surprise. She didnāt seem to have an immediate answer, instead intently studying Mikiās face with some scrutiny.
āIf thatās not something you can do, Senpai, Iām afraid that this isnāt over.ā
āOn the contraryāā Kurumiās hands slid to Mikiās wrists, more firmly and insistently pinning her in place as her face loomed closer. She lookedā¦strangely serious, actually. Thisā¦this didnāt seem so silly, anymore. āI think you should be a lot more careful what ya ask for.ā
Well now what? Miki couldnāt really respond. Actually, it was less due to lack of response and more from her reeling stomach at being able to feel Kurumi breath against her face, at this distance.
āWell? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe youāre the one who wanted somethinā outta this.ā
It was remarkably difficult to think of a witty comeback when the truth of things came into play. Miki justā¦didnāt think that they would. Not this easily, anyway. The silence is more telling than anything Miki could say in defense of herself. Maybe Kurumi figured thatās the kind of response sheād get, though. She didnāt seem to be surprised by it. She let go of one wrist, fingers instead cradling Mikiās chin, forcing the subtly nervous girlās gaze back to her.
So thatās how it was, then?
Kurumi seemed to decide. She closed the short distance, abruptly pressing her lips to Mikiās. They were softāKurumiās lips were softer than expected. The kiss was the kind of gentle that practically invited Mikiās participation, like a lure to a hungry catch. There wasnāt really a second thought. It was more impulse that pushed Mikiās lips back against Kurumiās, lingering before the older girl finally seemed to break the connection long enough to look once again at Miki.
Thatās exactly how it was. For how long, she wonderedā¦? She supposed it didnāt matter anymoreāthey were safe now. Was it okay, then, to coax her junior out of that shell? To get her to drop the secrecy?
Kurumiās next kiss was a little lass bashful than the first. Her teeth nipped gently at Mikiās bottom lip, pulling lightly before Miki easily invited her deeper into the kiss. Kurumiās hands rested against the mattress now instead of on the other girlās wrists, allowing Miki to raise her hands to Kurumiās sleeves and cling to them weakly.
āMmā¦ā Oh, Mikiās head was spinning. She felt maybe Kurumi was a little too unsurprised by the escalations, but she couldnāt bring herself to dislike it in any way. It was a little hard to believe the older girl was so willing to indulge Miki in the first place. It was something that was hard for Miki to continue denying though, when the girlās lips were on her own, and tongue brushing against hers. She nearly forgot to breathe, at least until Kurumi finally pulled away from the kiss, provoking a purely impulsive whine of complaint from the blonde underneath her. She had her mind elsewhere entirely at the moment, but she couldnāt help but laugh a little bit at the childish reaction.
It embarrassed the flustered blonde plenty, but there were considerably more pressing thoughts at hand for Kurumi than pushing the girlās buttons relentlessly like she usually did. As Miki quietly caught her breath, Kurumi closed in on her again, though this time with trailing kisses that explored from the corner of Mikiās mouth, on down along the front of her neck. Ā
Kurumiās teeth found interest in the side of Mikiās neck, and with the insistent press of the girlās knee between the blondeās legs, it was suddenlyā¦much harder to think straight. There was a weak, pleased noise in Mikiās throat. Kurumiās dark eyes swept over her skin with a fleeting gaze, her fingers brushing up to the front of Mikiās uniform before pulling the girlās junior ribbon loose. The zipper holding the uniform together was pulled at, and soon Kurumiās hand brushed the clothing well off of Mikiās torso and shoulders before getting a good, quick look at her.
Eyes only briefly rested at the marks of Mikiās lingering neck wound. A finger traced along the edges of the cut-out collar of Mikiās undershirt, towards the opposite side of the blondeās neck until her hooked fingers could tug a bit at the material and her teeth could dig at Mikiās skin once again. She bit firmly, hard enough that the points of her sharper canines threatened to break skin entirely. Coupled with the rough suckles that Kurumi offered, Miki found herself squirming despite all the pins she was held by.
Bold of her, to so blatantly leave such a raw mark behind on otherwise pale skin. It was more out of sight than she could have decided, but it was certainly still there, and they both knew that. How eager had Kurumi been, to leave behind something like that? She was out of excuses to defend herself with here. The aggression that she dived into this with was too clear to excuse. Maybe sheās thought about it before now, but so has Miki, right? There was something a little exciting about the thoughtāwhen it came to distractions, Yuki could pull and tug Miki around all she liked, but it was only Kurumi who could get away with this kind of distraction. The effective kindāpersonal, and intimate.
Kurumiās bite finally let up. The girl pulled herself back into a slight sitting position, quietly catching her breath as she drank in the sight of the nervous, flush junior. Her fingers caught the hem of Mikiās shirt where it was riding up a bit already, pushing until the black undershirt was out of the way and nearly Mikiās entire torso ended up exposed. Miki could feel the heat burn in her ears now, as the blonde turned her head to the side and tried to ignore how hyperaware she was of Kurumiās invested stares.
āI donāt think ya need to look so mortified over there.ā Kurumi raised a brow. Fingertips gently brushed over Mikiās chest, just barely dragging past pert skin and drawing a subtle tremble out of the girl. āYouāre real cute, actually. I hardly see anything for ya to feel nervous about.ā
āSh-shut upāmoronā¦ā Kurumi spared a smile of heavy amusement at the retort Miki could only weakly sputter out. She dipped her head down to Mikiās torso, her hand smoothing down to the blondeās stomach instead as her tongue brushed over Mikiās nipple briefly. The warm tease left the otherwise chilled girl startled, a more blatant shiver shaking the smaller frame under Kurumi.
āYer beinā awfully snippy for the situation that youāre in, Miki.ā
Kurumi stole any opportunity for a retort, if Miki was even capable of one right now. She nipped firmly, though rather playfully, at Mikiās chest when her words trailed off, her fingertips firmly sliding over the sides of the girlās slim body. The sudden bite did provoke a response. Miki seemed to jerk, giving a yelped gasp of surprise that tapered off into a whine. Kurumi was at least mostly sure she wasnāt genuinely hurting the younger girl. Arrogant as she was being, she had no intention of harming Miki, or making the experience in any way bad for her. She lacked actual experience with these things, thoughā¦admittedly, she only acted on impulse or assumption. All that she was really sure of was that she wanted to do this sort of thing with Miki. There were never a lot of people she had those thoughts about in generalāher crush back when life was stillā¦normal, was probably one of the first. Since then, maybe thereād been fleeting thoughts, but when you lived your life on the edges of survival and death every other day, it was easy to start falling to the habit of distracting thoughts like that.
It was pretty easy to confuse what could be genuine affection, and what was probably only a desperate desire to run away from lingering loneliness.
Kurumi began trailing slow, lingering kisses. She started at Mikiās collarbone, then on down lower. Stomach, sides, abdomen, navalā¦Mikiās skin felt so odd. Not in a bad way, per say. Perhaps it was just that it was almost reminiscent to how she felt herself before. She wasnāt startlingly cold, or even as cold as a long-gone body would be. But, it was still noticeableāthe strange chill of her skin. The familiarity of it was an incredibly strange sense of worrying for Kurumiā¦not just revisiting it but knowing that it was so present in someone she was so keen on keeping safe.
Someone she couldnāt keep safe from this after all.
Sliding her eyes shut, Kurumiās teeth grazed against Mikiās side, digging against the jutting bone of Mikiās hips. She sighed, glimpsing briefly at the fabric of the black garter belts that just somewhat peeked out from behind Mikiās skirt.
āWhatā¦an annoying taste in clothes youāve got.ā Kurumiās tone of voice was incredibly blunt, though so was the way her fingers snaked against the front of the girlās thighs, toying with the clips that held her stockings and freeing them. Nervousā¦Mikiās stomach was in knots, actually. It wasnāt as if she didnāt want any of thisāin fact, she thought about it more than she could admit without feeling a healthy amount of shame. Yet, now that she was helplessly caught underneath the whims of her senior, she couldnāt help but be caught between wanting Kurumi to do whatever she wanted and wanting to stop before she simply embarrassed herself.
Kurumi glanced up at Miki with curious red eyes. Hands slowly slid over the top of Mikiās thighs yet again, this time grasping firmly before riding higher up. Only enough to disappear underneath the fabric of the girlās green skirt, but not far enough to cross that boundary, just yet.
āIf yādonāt think youāre ready, we donāt have to, you know.ā
Godā¦why did she have to say things like that? Truth be toldā¦Miki didnāt want to have to actually tell Kurumi that she could continue. But boy, the thought of letting Kurumi just stop here only aroused a sense ofā¦incredible frustration.
āIāmā¦I-Iām fineā¦ā Miki mumbled, arm folding over her eyes as she felt her cheeks burn yet again. Kurumi smirked faintly, sitting up a little bit more before her hands offered a firm squeeze of Mikiās legs.
āCuteā¦ā One of her hands roamed higher, a fingertip teasing just at the thin fabric of Mikiās underwear with a single, slow movement along the material. There was a shaky whine in Mikiās throat, and an even quieter tremble in her nerves that was just subtle under Kurumiās touch.
āVery cute.ā Her hands slipped back into view, tugging at the zipper of her skirt. She was taking her time, it seemed. Even with Mikiās skirt loosened and askew, Kurumiās attention instead drifted to the girlās black stockings. She took the edges of each one, working them down Mikiās legs until they were left bare without them. Without missing a beat, her hands brushed against the length of one of Mikiās legs, from the calf up to the knee, before her lips pressed against the side of Mikiās knee.
āK-Kurumi-senpaiā¦ā
āWhat? Youāve gotā¦really cute legs, Miki. So, sue me for wantinā to see more of them.ā She found a lot more of Miki was a lot cuter than she anticipated. It was the complete opposite of a problem, but it certainly left the athlete with a desire to do much more with her hands than she could manage or really risk doing. There was no need to let her excitement overwhelm Miki, after all. She wanted to, make no mistakeābut there was a particular kind of care that Kurumi was taking, at least this time.
Mikiās skirt was next to leave. Kurumi leaned back down, biting firmly at the inside of Mikiās thigh. The distraction lets her coax Mikiās legs into shifting, sliding one over her shoulder as she suckled where she bit, sure to leave yet another mark on Mikiās soft skin. The rough marking is chased by a gentle brush of Kurumiās lips, the girlās eyes yet again briefly wandering to catch a glimpse of Mikiās reactions. Her attention drifted back, pulling away from Mikiās thigh and instead aiming for a more vivid reaction. Gently, she opened her mouth and bit at Mikiās light-colored panties. The thin material did next to nothing to muffle the startling jolt of such an intimate contact.
There was a reflexive gasp Miki let past her lips at the initial tease. Without a negative reaction to deter her, Kurumiās fingers snuck underneath the girlās garter belt and hooked around her underwear, tugging it away from her hips and on down Mikiās legs until she could get it properly out of the way. Kurumi eased into her next move, hands sliding to Mikiās legs and hips as she let her tongue brush firmly against Miki.
āMnn--! Kurumiā¦ā The way Kurumiās name seems to slide out of Mikiās mouth is almost a temptation by itself. It was one thing to hear it without some kind of honorific attached, but hearing Miki say it with a intimately pleased tone was an entirely unexplored level. The blonde finally seemed to pull her arm away from her face, fingers clinging to the sheets. They were just looking for something to occupy themselves with, really. The rest of her was occupied, distracted by the pace and movements of Kurumiās mouth and tongue, surprisingly effective for a girl whoād likely never done such a thing before.
Kurumiās attention seemed to snap to a bit once she felt lithe fingers comb through her hair. She was vaguely aware of the reactions she got from Miki. The whines, the gasps and moans, trembles, shudders, and even the way her hips wanted to roll against Kurumiās mouth in hopes of a little more.
It was almost amusing, how much the collected, cool-headed girl could unravel in such a vulnerable position. AlmostāKurumi was a little more entranced by it than amused. Invested, really. It was her own decisions, driving those writhes and groans, after all. Part of her couldnāt stand not getting a better look at Miki. She didnāt think much about it, even as she pulled away and picked herself up a little bit, carefully helping Mikiās leg away from her shoulder.
Curious fingers wandered where her lips had been moments ago, careful not to let Miki come down too much from the excitement sheād built up. A single finger teased inside, slow but not slow enough that Miki could avoid reacting to it.
āOhhāā With a gasp, Mikiās fingers grabbed at Kurumiās shirt. She surprised even the senior with a sudden pull of her shirt, pulling the older girl into an eager and excitable kiss. So much for the nervous, embarrassed junior that Kurumi had seen before. There was something just as exciting about Miki being so aggressive and so hungry for more. There was no timid atmosphere in the way that Mikiās teeth bit at Kurumiās bottom lip, or in the way the rolls of Mikiās hips encouraged the rhythm of Kurumiās fingers.
Miki broke away from the kiss, a groan in her throat as her face buried against the side of Kurumiās neck and head.
āKurumiāM-mnnā¦p-pleaseā¦ā
Oh Christ, Miki made thisā¦much harder than Kurumi thought itād be. She didnāt want to hold herself back as much when she had the blonde practically pleading into her neck for her not to. She just couldnāt understand how some gasps and shaky words could shatter her resolve that easily. Just how someone as normally quiet as Miki could suddenly bring out every bit of desire sheād been trying to keep a cap on up until now.
āMikiā¦ā
Kurumi took the temptation. She let another finger join; she moved them quicker, harder, and with a bit more reckless abandon than she planned to from the start. Mikiās approval was almost instantaneous. Her back arched and fingers pulled at Kurumiās shirt with surprising need. Heavy groans of what she wanted quickly became less coherent, replaced by the heavy gasps and sharp moans of a girl who wasnāt going to be able to last another few seconds under the attention she so asked for.
Kurumi felt goosebumps erupt over her skin. She couldnāt tell what it came from. It could have been the sharp bite of Mikiās teeth against her skin when the blonde got too close to stop herself. But, maybe it was also the way her fingernails dug sharp against her clothes and skin, or the sharp cry of Kurumiās name in the air when Mikiās frame pulled itself almost violently against Kurumiās body, tremors of the intensity that Kurumi made her feel crashing through her when she trembled underneath the other girl.
She could feel the girl breath heavy and hard against her collarbone. She wasnāt quick to withdraw, interested in helping Miki ride out whatever pleasure still lingered in her nerves before fingers finally did free themselves. Miki squirmed; a breathless whine muffled against Kurumiās clothing as she seemed to tangle herself with Kurumi.
āHeyā¦ā Miki heard Kurumi speak up, though all she offered in acknowledgement was a slight move of her head and a small noise. āI donāt want you takinā the other bed.ā She shifted slightly, lowering herself enough to brush a gentle kiss against Mikiās ear before kissing the corner of the blondeās lips.
āI want you tāstay right in this one. With me. Compromise?ā
Miki could feel that embarrassed flush returning to her cheeks at the blunt request. She merely offered a disgruntled whine, though she once again buried her face against the crook of Kurumiās neck before wrapping her arms firmly around the senior girl.
It was a deal, then.
: Hot-Blooded Chills
Notes: AUs are fun. Dragon Miki and human Kei. A playful dragon girlfriend whoās hot blooded and can breathe ice makes for good times. And accidental colds, probably.
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Keiās body felt a bitā¦confused. That was the simplest way she could put it.
Miki had pulled her out of the lake when Kei stumbled in, unable to make it back to the surface long enough for it to become an immediate concern for the dragon girl. Theyād been playing around beforehand, but a tumble that Kei took brought her straight into the water. She was certain she would have been able to swim up once the shock of falling in passed, but before she could even ponder that thought, she could spot the white and blue, slim form of the dragon in the water, carefully swimming close underneath her and swimming upwards until Keiās head was above water again.
Once Kei had her bearings again, she swam over to the edge of the lake, taking a breath before she turned to rest her back against the wall of the body of water. The drag swam over, form transitioning from dragon to the familiar dragon girl Kei knew fairly well by now. Wings helped move her through the water swiftly, before she slowed down in front of Kei and looked her over with a bit of concern.
āAre you okay?ā
āIām fine, Iām fineā¦thanks for helping me, though. I guess I was a little shocked.ā
āYou should get out of the waterā¦we can get you dried off.ā
Kei seemed to pout at the suggestion, instead wrapping her arms around Mikiās neck and pulling her in closer. She pecked the dragon on the cheek, humming.
āWell thatās just no fun. Besides, Iāve got you where I want you, now.ā
What a smart-mouthed humanā¦but charming. Miki couldnāt help but frequently feel charmed by Keiās playful yet snippy attitude. Kei seemed to gaze at Miki with almost an expectation in her eyes, and Miki quietly obliged. A kiss, right?
Itās funnyā¦the water was one of two places Miki felt most at peace. The water and in the air. Anywhere but on solid ground. The water was her domaināyet, sheād never experienced any kind of intimacy in the water. Maybe felt serenity or something similar, but there was something vastly different about the relaxed way Kei fell into her kiss, and how Mikiās hands curiously rested underneath Keiās buoyant shirt.
It was still peaceful, even as a tinge of excitement lingered like traces of magic in the air after a powerful spell was cast. Keiās tongue curiously yet carefully drew along the points of Mikiās teeth. Sharp as they were, it took some time into these kisses for either of them to maneuver around them more safely and not have what was intended to be a heated show of affection end in a tinge of blood on someoneās tongue. Blood didnāt make Miki squeamish, but she was certainly no vampire.
Mikiās hands lifted to Keiās face, gently brushing against the sides as the pointed claws of her more beastly hand disappeared into some of Keiās wet, brown hair.
āHmmā¦ā The corners of Mikiās mouth were tugged into a small smile against Keiās lips. Her lips drifted away from Keiās, brushing against the girlās jaw line before parting slightly in front of her ear. A soft blow of breath washed over Keiās skin. Her breath was coolāit was the feeling of when you placed a mint on your tongue, but in the form of Mikiās abruptly chilly breathing against her. Kei knew it was deliberateāMikiās breathing always had an unnaturally cool air to it, but the dragon woman had an uncanny ability to dial the temperature down if she pleased, to the point she could freeze what it touched. Ice breathāthe polar opposite of the fire humans typically assumed all dragons breathed.
āMmā¦ā Kei felt herself shiver at the chill. Being in the water did her no favorsāa cold draft over wet skin was usually a nightmare. Though in this caseāKei couldnāt say she hated it. It had a particularly sharp contrast to the heat of Mikiās unusually warm body even through the water of the lake. Miki dipped her head a bit, lips lingering a mere inch from the front of Keiās throat before letting cool breath wash over her skin yet again. Another pleased noise tumbled through Keiās lips. Well, this just wasnāt fair. Really, nothing was fair when her girlfriend had so many teasing tricks hiding up her sleeves.
Brown eyes watched Miki pick her head back up, meeting her lips in another hungry kiss. She could feel that deliberately dropped chill in Mikiās mouthāher tongue felt strangely chilled to the touch against human temperature, and the way she breathed against Kei was like biting straight into a strong mint.
Strange a sensation as it all was, it was exciting. Keiās fingers gripped at the sides of Mikiās top, heat rushing to her ears as she more than eagerly invited and returned every kiss Miki had for her.
āMnnā¦I hope you donāt intend on freezing me to the bone in this lake, Miki.ā Kei did admittedly shiver a little bit to Mikiās onslaught of icy affection, but she didnāt seem displeased by it, either. It wasnāt a concerning kind of shiver, to say the least. Miki chuckled smoothly against Keiās lips, kisses once again trailing away from the girlās mouth, down along her neck, slowly down towards her collarbone.
āYouāre such a curious humanā¦I thought humans valuedā¦privacy, for this kind of thing.ā Sharp teeth drag against a jut of bone, threatening to break skin but merely leaving a slight sting and a lingering line of red that eventually fades within a few seconds. āYet here you are, excited and inviting, out here in the open, broad daylight. Even if it my own personal territory, I have to sayā¦youāre a rather bold woman of your kind, Kei.ā
Mikiās nose brushed against Keiās neck, teeth once again carefully biting at her skin, the dragon careful not to bite or even suck at the womanās skin too hard as to injure her, but just vivid enough that it wasnāt a sensation that Kei could easily ignore. Her arms wrapped around Keiās body, pulling the girl close and seemingly taking the opportunity to drive her point home with a sneaky push of her thigh between Keiās legs.
Oh, this woman really wasnāt playing fair at all.
āIā¦d-donāt hear you complainingā¦ā
Oh, complaining was the last thing on Mikiās mind. She chuckled again, a prominent growl in the strange noise in Keiās ear as her fingernails seemed to drag firmly against the skin of Keiās lower back. She nuzzled close to the side of Keiās face, drawing her mouth close to the womanās ear with a chilly voice.
āActually, I love itā¦ā Mikiās hands drew back to Keiās hips, the dragon pinning her yet gain with a firm push of her frame against Keiās. A claw extended, catching the edge of their nearby picnic blanket and pulling it behind Kei. The least she could do was offer a better seat.
āIf itās really what you want thoughā¦ā Miki played at the hem of the womanās shirt, lifting it higher until Keiās squirms seemed receptive of letting Miki pull the material up and over her head, out of the water and off of her.
āIāll gladly do whatever you want, wherever you like. But these have to go, first.ā Sly, a tone testing Keiās limits even while her hands gave teasing pushes of the girlās waistline. Off. Kei didnāt protest as Mikiās hands gave an easy, swift pull at most of her clothing. With far too much ease, the dragon girl hoisted Kei up out of the water, gently setting her at the edge of the water on top of the ready blanket. Surprisingly gentle hands brushed along the sides of her legs, finding where her bottoms had stopped before pulling them away completely and setting them with Keiās shirt.
It was admittedly a unique kind of embarrassing, being as bare as Kei was at the moment, out here in the open where anything passing by could see. Not that there was any unwanted company, but the possibility was still there, and the fact she was simply on display as she was at the moment was still a vivid fact. This wasā¦no doubt, not an act of ignorance on Mikiās part. Kei could see itāthe subtle, almost smugly pleased look in Mikiās eyes. The mischievous dragon was taking far too much enjoyment, having Kei in such a compromising, yet appealing position.
Moving closer, Miki brushed a few chasing kisses along Keiās leg and knee, slowly making her way to the inside of the womanās thigh. Wings folded behind her snugly, Miki ducking down into the water enough to sneak under Keiās legs and come back up, letting them rest atop her shoulders.
āMake fun of me all you want, but youāre the one having a little too much fun with this, Mikiā¦ā Kei pouted a little bit, even despite the tinge of anticipation and embarrassment fluttering in her stomach at Mikiās obvious intentions. She eyed the woman warily, but the dragon merely returned her gaze with an almost playful one, even despite the almost constant, sharp quality she had to her passive, piercing stare.
āYou think so?ā Between Mikiās calm breathing and the flow of her words, it was hard to miss the barely visible clouds of air that escaped her lips with every word. It clicked rather quickly in Keiās mind, what such a visual cue was trying to tell her, but she could hardly push any kind of response out. Surely, Miki knew that Kei could see it too.
āH-hey, n-nowāMiki, w-wait a māā
No, it was a little too late for that. Miki pulled herself in as quick as Kei could stumble over her words, cutting the brunette off abruptly with a firm drag of her tongue. Kei nearly let out a clumsy cry of surprise, though the noise seemed to catch in her throat, reflexively jerking with a quick grab of Mikiās horns.
Cold. Very cold.
A strong shudder bolted up Keiās spine. She wasnāt used to that at all. Her body didnāt know how to react to the strange mix of Mikiās cold contact, and the heat from everything else. Part of her wanted to jerk back from Mikiās cold breath, and the other part of her loved it. It was embarrassingly clear which part won out too, given how her back arched slightly and a hand buried in blonde hair. She could hear Mikiās name tumble past her lips in a gasped breath, even if she wasnāt even sure she was voluntarily controlling that.
Mikiās own hands brushed against the sides of Keiās thighs, claws just barely dragging against her skin in a teasing manner. While she had no intention of sparing Kei a cold exhale or kiss, she let her other hand sneak around to Keiās front, slender fingers slipping inside without much reluctance or second thought.
āNnāw-wait, thatāsātoo much, M-Mikiā¦ā There was too much for her nerves to keep up with at this rate. She still had trouble trying to properly handle the erratic mix of hot and cold, but with Mikiās mouth teasing her and two fingers also quick at work, she was sure she wasnāt going to have enough time to even adapt to any of it.
With a quiet growl, the dragon bit firmly at Keiās hips, shrugging Keiās legs away from her shoulders. Her fingers were careful to keep rhythm, the rest of her pulling out of the water and pushing Kei down onto her back as she climbed over the human woman. Kisses peppered Keiās skin up her body; every kiss like the touch of an ice cube with the unrelentingly cold temperature that she breathed with. The dragonās waterlogged clothes hardly bothered Kei now as her fingers seemed to claw at Mikiās shirt impulsively. Her back arched off the ground, a strained gasp in her throat as her body tried to grab at the relief Miki pulled her closer to.
Miki nuzzled against Keiās neck, cold breath washing over her flush skin. She gladly pulled Kei over the edge, fingers generously buried until the teasing curl of her fingers finally seemed to finish the human girl off with a muffled cry of her name and aggressive tremble of her body.
āGā¦godā¦ā
If there was ever such thing as a pleasant kind of cold sweat, Kei was fairly sure she discovered what it was. Muscles twitched and trembled slightly as Miki carefully brought her down from her high, a small whine stumbling out with the withdrawal of Mikiās fingers. Miki herself almost seemed to thrum quietly, pleased with her results as her arms wrapped around Kei and lips stole a dazed kiss or two. Her wings wrapped around the brunette, offering an admittedly relieving kind of warmth to the shaken-up human.
āIāveā¦never been more indecisive about whether I wanted to dry off or keep still, before,ā Kei grumbled, seeming to curl against Mikiās warm, though soaked, embrace.
āI could always dry us off and bring you back to the house. Although, if I do that, I feel like I might want to get my hands on you all over againā¦ā
āHmmā¦well, are you assuming Iād hate that idea?ā Miki seemed to thrum again, nipping at Keiās jaw. Kei giggled quietly, clearing her throat briefly.
āDry off first thoughā¦and maybeā¦help me find where you put my clothes.ā
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Notes: Werewolf disparity Miki and human Kei. The cliche concerns of a restless horny werewolf and her huffy human girlfriend.Ā
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āMiki? Come on, you canāt just keep hiding yourself away from me all day.ā
Maybe she shouldnāt do that, sure. Miki wasnāt sure what else she could do. She rarely hit these kinds of moods, and honestly since becoming a werewolf, this was the first time itād happened. It wasā¦considerably more vivid, honestly. More bothersome. Did that have something to do with what she was, then? Of all the inane things to make her miss being a normal human, this was the top of the list.
Blue eyes glanced at the door of the study she holed herself into, the werewolf curled up in her reading chair. After a moment, the door finally opened, revealing the frowning brunette that stood on the other side.
āMikiā¦ā
āC-come on, Kei. Justā¦leave me be today?ā
āNo way. You wonāt even let me have a word in.ā
āItās not even a big dealāā
āIt is when itās got you dodging me like the plague, moron. If youād just stop for five minutes, maybe I could actually tell you that I donāt mind.ā
Of course, Kei had it figured out, just what was going on. Mikiās reactions made it abundantly clear right from the get-go, when just some innocent, close teasing had the blonde practically running for her life the whole day.
āGeezā¦itās happened before. Whatās got you so flighty about it all the sudden?ā Kei wandered over to the stationary chair, resting her hands against the back of it as she leaned towards Miki curiously.
āI meanāneverā¦after I was turned, it hasnāt. I got scared. It feelsā¦different.ā
āDifferent?ā
āY-yeah. I donāt know, justā¦ā It was intense? Stronger? She wasnāt sure how to put it. Kei sighed, leaning over and pecking at Mikiās cheek briefly before chuckling lightly.
āYouāre so stupid. What, you think because youāre a werewolf now Iām going to suddenly change my mind about something?ā
āWellān-no, butā¦ā
āThen whatās the problem now, suddenly? What, are you afraid youāre going to scare me or overwhelm me, or whatever? Spill.ā
āI-I donāt know! I meanā¦I-I guess, yeahā¦I donāt really feel likeā¦Iāve got as much self-control, a-as I did before.ā
āGeez, listen to yourself, Miki. You sound like you came straight out of one of those really dramatic romance novels.ā Kei wrapped her arms around Mikiās shoulders and neck, leaning over the back of the couch and resting the side of her head against Mikiās. āNext thing you know youāre gonna be growling about how delicious I look and wanting to sweep me off my feet and take me.ā Kei gave a little overdramatized sigh, despite the slight embarrassment Miki felt hearing all that.
āWhy does it sound like youāve read a fair share of those?ā
Kei chuckled, giving a playful bite to Mikiās ear. āIāve skimmed one or two. Theyāre kind of funny, if anything. But Iām not enough of a lonely housewife to get into that kind of reading.ā
āYouāre technically not even a housewife.ā
āI could be someday.ā
The quick quip made Miki blush a bit, but she couldnāt help but chuckle at the suggestion, feeling herself calm down a bit.
āYouāve never struck me as a housewife. Youād get too restless to just be at home. A working wife, maybe.ā
āMm, now that sounds like a winner.ā Keiās pleased giggle lingered against Mikiās soft hair, the playful young brunette letting a subtle smirk tug at her lips as she pondered a thought from moments ago.
āI gotta admit thoughā¦maybe thereās one or two things about those women in those romance novels to be a little envious over. Having someone take charge and catch them by surprise like that? It sounds kind of exciting.ā Keiās quiet pause allowed her head to tilt and dip, slowly and gently brushing her nose and lips against the notch of skin under the blondeās ear.
āWhat do you think, Miki?ā What a loaded question. It was already clear that Kei was teasing her again, made all the clearer by the fingertips that playfully brushed over the button of Mikiās pants. Teasing her for fun and teasing with intent thoughā¦those were two entirely different, distinct tones when it came to Kei, and she often didnāt make it hard to tell the difference.
āDonāt worry about me that much. I meanā¦I appreciate it, definitely. Itās cute. Butā¦Iām a big girl. I can take care of myself. If you did something that I didnāt like, I would tell you so.ā Sheād make it as clear as she had a tendency to do when she was telling Miki she wanted her to just go ahead. Kei let go of Miki, hands at Mikiās arms ushering the girl to turn around in her seat and pull herself up so she could more easily meet Kei in a lingering kiss.
āNow that weāve got that settledā¦back to the issue, right? Poor Miki seems a little hungry. Doesnāt seem wise to neglect a werewolf, does it?ā The implied promises were pretty tantalizing, really. Miki was hardly thinking about that though. Honestly, she wouldnāt be able to recall anything she was thinking at the moment, aside from eagerly meeting Keiās repeated, slow kisses. The brunette took a few slow steps back, each move away met with Miki leaning forward in attempt to stop Kei from getting the distance she was. At least, until Miki couldnāt absentmindedly follow with just her lean. Rather, she whined a little bit as she pulled away from the kiss, easily and swiftly pulling herself up and over the back of the couch. A single quick movement forward had Kei backed up against the bookcase, Mikiās arms trapping her on either side while the wolfās hands grabbed at the shelves a bit too eagerly. The motion itself was enough force to knock a few books over, and even knock one or two of them off the shelf entirely.
With a nervous breath, Miki closed in for another kiss. With a quiet groan, Miki pressed herself closer against Kei and demanded the brunetteās attention fully between the closeness and the aggression behind the kiss. A tongue worked its way around behind Keiās teeth, finding Keiās tongue afterwards with a surprising amount of playfulness despite the aggression in her actions.
āMmnā¦ā
Miki pulled away from the kiss, only to chase it with hungry bites of her fangs against Keiās neck and lingering kisses. Even as hard as she tried to be careful, she couldnāt help the rough pressure behind her bites or the small growls in her throat.
āIāmā¦not used to you being this rough, Mikiā¦ā Kei muttered, squirming a bit as Miki suckled on the side of her neck. With a small whine, Mikiās eyes slightly opened, hesitant to pull her lips away but speaking against the other womanās neck regardless.
āSh-should Iā¦back off a little?ā
āN-no, noā¦youāre fine. I uhā¦I kind of like it.ā There mightāve been a hint of shame in that confession, but it was definitely not a lie. She wasnāt used to Miki being rough or this forward, but she liked finally getting to see this side regardless. Hearing her admit it did embarrass Miki a little bit, but not enough to stall her. If anything, there was a particular excitement in hearing her say something like that. She kissed Kei again, hands sliding along her waist and barely peeking underneath her shirt. With a brief groan, Mikiās hands grasped at Keiās sides, hips rolling just a little bit against the brunetteās hips. Really, just that bit of teasing was enough to get another squirm out of Kei, but it really didnāt help that Miki was already aroused, and Kei could clear as day pick up on that. The eager werewolf fidgeted with the waistline of Keiās skirt, tugging at the zipper enough to let the clothing slip off of her hips and to the floor. Stealing another kiss from Keiās lips, Miki offered another firm roll of her hips against Keiās, now that there was a bit less between them. Kei didnāt find it particularly fair that Miki was already pawing at her clothes, but still left her own untouched, but she couldnāt immediately find the words. Rather, the jolt of Mikiās closeness threw her thoughts well off course. Instead of finding a retort, Kei found herself humming a bit, smiling against Mikiās lips as she found Mikiās hands and surprised the werewolf into pausing for a moment. Kei stepped away from the jostled bookshelf, guiding Miki over to the nearby desk instead before letting her take over again. It didnāt take long for the girl to figure out what she wanted to do with the opportunity, reaching behind Kei and pushing the few scattered objects on the desk away enough to help the brunette sit on the edge of it. Keiās fingers curled into the collar of Mikiās shirt, pulling the wolf in for another kiss, blatantly hungry to see more of Mikiās wolfishly eager side.
Fingers pulled at the sides of Keiās waistband, tugging the thin material of her panties until they slid along and away from the girlās legs and were dropped as carelessly as the skirt earlier was. Keiās own hands had already found Mikiās pants, deftly undoing the button and zipper. With a teasing grin tugging at the corners of her lips, Keiās hand slipped under Mikiās shirt a bit, smoothing over her abdomen before her fingers disappeared underneath the waistbands of the wolfās bottoms. The blonde couldnāt help the shiver or the quiet whine when she felt Keiās fingers brush over her firmly. Fingertips studied Miki carefully, just briefly wrapping as she began pulling her hand back to withdraw from Mikiās clothes. Now that she had her well worked up, those same hands finished the task at hand, pulling at Mikiās pants and underwear enough to free the girl of them a little more. There was a quiet giggle in Keiās throat as Miki leaned in close, one arm around Keiās lower back for support as the rest of Kei leaned back a little bit more. Miki wasnāt interested in much more teasing. One last almost agonizing roll of her hips now that there was nothing else between her and Kei pulled a shiver out of the brunette, but it wasnāt another moment before Miki was gladly inviting herself inside just barely. Her free hand moved over Keiās thigh, resting against the side of it as she rolled her hips forward again, this time to push herself further in once she was sure she could.
Miki leaned closer to Kei, her sharpened canines dragging against the front of the brunetteās neck. Her hips moved with a slow rhythm, but a hungry depth that easily betrayed how riled up she felt over Kei already. With a quiet growl, Miki at least moved at a steadier pace after a few moments, pulling a pleased hum out of Keiās throat in response.
āMikiā¦ā Kei wrapped her arms around Mikiās torso, turning her head and giving Miki a little more room for the kisses and bites she peppered against her neck. There was already a bit more pressure and speed behind Mikiās thrusts, but Kei seemed to welcome the aggressive impatience with eager rolls of her own hips in time with Mikiās. She had to admit, it was a little uncomfortable on the desk, but she was much more focused on the nails that were digging against her lower back, and the deep pushes that Miki wasnāt keen on letting up on.
āA-ah, Mikiāā Kei shuddered, a moan slipping into the air as she clung to Miki more insistently, legs wrapped loosely around the werewolfās waist. She wasnāt going to last much longer, not with the way Mikiās body seemed to aggressively grind against her. Mikiās impulsive groan and hard bite to Keiās shoulder accompanied harder grinds that Kei was hardly prepared for. The brunette let out a shaken cry, voice briefly caught in her throat when Miki sent her reeling into an orgasm she didnāt think would creep up as quickly as it did. Her fingers clung tightly to Mikiās shirt, the rest of her clinging just as insistently as far as Miki could feel. The blonde lingered on her hard roll against Kei, though a few desperate, impulsive bucks of her hips finally seemed to pull a hard tremble out of her body that Kei could feel against her own. Mikiās heavy breaths washed hot against Keiās neck, the girl sparing her own breathless chuckle before she swallowed and attempted speaking.
āTh-thatā¦that was definitely not too much for me, y-you know.ā Once Miki picks up her head a little bit, Kei catches her lips with a lingering kiss, before hands at Mikiās chest usher the girl to try and stand up a bit straighter. At least enough to let Kei sit up. With a hum, Keiās hands gave a playful push, backing Miki into the office chair nearby before slipping off of the desk and onto Mikiās lap in an easy transfer.
āIf youāre still all worked up, thoughā¦well, I wouldnāt be against finding out what youāre like when you donāt hold yourself back.ā
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Notes: Post-plot, taking into consideration the current events of the manga. Thereās at least a bright side to the concern of contagious spread being gone from a relationship.
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There were a lot of things about being infected that Miki had to get used to. Even with her senpaiās help, it was rough, many things on her mind at many parts of the day. They didnāt really have much breathing room for a while, even for the most relieving or relaxing thoughts.
Maybe that was why Kurumiās impulsive behavior tonight was soā¦welcome.
Miki was fairly sure theyād never been able to do much of this before. The timing of any revealed feelings was never choiceāKurumiās state meant not knowing if she was a carrier or not. Not knowing if an innocent bite or even a kiss too wanting would leave Miki sick. Maybe it did occur to Miki now that Kurumi wouldnāt have a need to worry about that anymore, with the both of them in the same state of health. But the thought didnāt really linger, or dig deep, until Kurumi had the blonde stuck against the wall and entranced by a hungry kiss.
Maybe it wasnāt all Kurumi, though. Spending all this time always wishing she could kiss Kurumi more, or anything really, took a toll on the surprisingly affectionate girl, and now Miki couldnāt help but invite the athlete to do what she wanted and more. Theyād been intimate before, sure, but it was never anything as intimate as Miki wanted to really be or feel.
Morbid as the thought was at its core, at least now they didnāt have to worry about risks or repercussions.
āKurumiā¦ā Miki tilted her head slightly as Kurumiās lips lingered with repeated kisses against the front and side of her neck. Admittedly, she was careful to avoid the previously injured side of Mikiās neckā¦largely for Mikiās sake. The blonde still didnāt like lingering on it too long herself, given whoād caused it in the first place. It wasnāt a thought that Kurumi seemed keen on letting her have at the moment, considering how insistent she was about Miki only focusing on her affection.
āKurumiāā Her voice was almost a whine, though there was a persistent tone to it. Kurumi couldnāt help but put some attention to it, like an animal being called out to. She briefly glanced at Miki, but soon found hands at either side of her face as her head was pulled in closer for a kiss. As in control as Kurumi seemed to be when it came to most of the situation, Miki was exceptional at tugging on the reigns for a greedy and admittedly indulgent kiss. This girlā¦sheās definitely kissed before. It was an almost embarrassing realization for Kurumi to have, knowing the senior in the situation lacked the same background. Her attention was easily drawn back to the tongue that brushed past her lips, the older girl much more interested in returning Mikiās overzealous affection.
Kurumi almost growled, a low groan in her throat seeping into the kiss as she pressed closer to the junior. Fangs grazed at Mikiās lip, pulling a somewhat pleased whine out of the blonde. The noise itself was enough to give Kurumi a shiver, with as worked up as she was starting to feel.
āMmā¦ah, fuckā¦ā Kurumi grumbled against Mikiās lips, frowning faintly as she pulled away from the kiss with hesitance. Even Miki was reluctant to let Kurumi do so, but she didnāt have much choice in the matter. Kurumi easily caught the lighter girl off guard, picking her up from the floor and into her arms before turning and bringing Miki to the mattress nearby instead. There wasnāt time wasted between then and when Kurumi was on Miki again, this time stealing frequent, nipping kisses between the removal of most of Mikiās clothes. Her own werenāt as difficult, Miki helping her slide off her jacket and more than happy to pull the tank top free entirely.
She justā¦wasnāt as well prepared for Mikiās grasping hands, or the shift in weight that pushed her sideways. Losing her balance, Kurumi found herself pushed down onto the bed, on her back and underneath Miki now. SlyāKurumi gave her points for that. She could overtake the girl if she really wanted toā¦but, that wasnāt happening. She was more than content to let Miki pull at what little clothing she had left on. Mikiās hand gently brushed against the outside of a folded leg, lips soon brushing against her skin with soft, teasing kisses against the inside of her thigh. Each lingering kiss brought Miki higher up and brought Kurumi that much more anticipation burning through her abdomen and legs. Theyād never gotten this intimate before. Intimate, sure, but nothing quite on the level Miki was taking it at the moment. Ā Miki was more eager to please than Kurumi gave her credit for, but even the athlete couldnāt deny how excited it all made her.
Miki was achingly high up the girlās thigh by the time she decided to briefly pause. Teeth grazed against the girlās skin, before biting more firmly as her hands rested against the sides of Kurumiās hips. With another groan, Kurumi couldnāt help but squirm a little bit as Miki bit hard and suckled, teasing her skin to the point of rawness. To the point that Kurumi couldnāt catch the whining moan that slipped from her lips. That was the moment Miki chose to finally stop, humming as she turned away from Kurumiās thigh and instead decided to pull closer and firmly draw her tongue against the flustered girl.
Kurumiās breath hitched, voice catching in her throat for a moment while her nerves tried to comprehend what Miki was doing. The blonde continued after such a slow start, the single draw of her tongue followed by more curious, paced movements afterwards. Kurumi felt herself shudder, squirming as her hands grasped at the sheets without much thought.
āA-ahhā¦Mikiā¦ā
There was some focus in Mikiās actions, mouth moving upwards a bit to spare room for the fingers that seemed to tease inside without much hesitation. Two were enough to get a brief curse out of Kurumi, Mikiās other hand grasping at the girlās waist to try and restrain the buck from her hips.
āShit! Miki--!ā The steady thrusts of Mikiās fingers helped Kurumi climb faster than she really anticipated. With something as overwhelmingly new as the suckles and licks that Miki offered at the same time, it was impossible to think Kurumi would last more than a minute or two against the whole onslaught. The deliberately sharp suckle that Miki offered against sensitive skin and the lingering push of her fingers sent Kurumi straight over the edge without a moment to even realize it. With a louder moan, Kurumiās back arched, legs squirming and hands clawing at Mikiās shoulders as she was left trembling violently even with the aftershocks of the orgasm thatād hit her in that moment. Miki picked herself up a little bit, back on her knees as she eyed Kurumi with amused interest and gently wiped at her lips with a thumb.
She pulled herself closer, lips pressing to Kurumiās neck. She wasnāt shy about keeping herself close, nestling her own smaller form snugly against Kurumiās, though having to sneak through reflexively clenched knees to do so. The closeness did bring a shiver back to Kurumi, though it was a welcome feeling for the breathless athlete as she felt Mikiās teeth nip firmly at the front of her neck.
āGod, I love youā¦ā Mikiās whisper brought goosebumps to Kurumiās skin when she felt the girlās breath. It was odd, how even with her own breath, her own body temperature finally stabilizing a little bit, Mikiās was such a familiar kind of chill against her. One of Mikiās hands roamed over her chest, pushing and teasing against a breast as Kurumiās own hands smoothed over Mikiās sides and back idly. There was a quiet groan in the back of her throatāMiki still had her in pieces from what was only moments ago, but here she was showing no signs of wanting to back off or let Kurumi gather herself. Seemed like every time the older girl thought that she could, Mikiās lips would brush again, her fingers would tease, or the girlās body would press close against her again. The way their legs tangled, and Mikiās body just subtly swayed against her, Kurumi couldnāt help but want more of it, even as unsteady as she already was.
With a hum, one of Kurumiās hands just barely ushered Miki to lift her head a bit. She stole a kiss, easily leading the young blonde into what she wanted. Slender fingers buried into blonde hair, a just-quiet moan in Mikiās throat as she shuffled herself closer and let the rest of her fall in time with the kiss easily. Kurumiās other arm wrapped around Mikiās body, an inviting and slight warmth as Mikiās subtle body movements turned into a more decided roll against Kurumiās hips. Kurumi groaned against Mikiās lips; she was no doubt pleased to get exactly what it was she seemed to want. Ā
āMmmā¦senpaiā¦ā It was almost embarrassing, how startling it was to hear that word roll off of Mikiās tongue in the tone that it did. Hell, it was embarrassing, but more of Kurumiās embarrassment had to be rooted in how damn attractive she thought it sounded at that moment. That just wasnāt fair. Both of Kurumiās hands wandered down to Mikiās hips now, grasping as she helped the blondeās now firm, hard movements against her. At this point Miki found it hard to focus on her kisses, whining as she broke from the kiss and simply let her head tilt in response to Kurumiās immediate interest in her neck and ear. Fingernails dug against the blondeās lower back firmly, nearly threatening to break skin in Kurumiās apparent excitement.
āK-Kurumiā¦ā Miki shuddered, still very much in control of the situation despite Kurumiās excitement hidden behind the wheel. It was hard to tell who was steering at this point, but it didnāt necessarily matter as long as the destination was the same. With Mikiās excitement and Kurumi already close to where she was before, neither girl was far from that either. Kurumi rumbled quietly with a moan of Mikiās name, returned rolls of her hips hungry to rekindle the same burst of heat she felt before. Miki wasnāt sure she could hold out much longer with the way Kurumi aggressively met her movements. The girlās fingers curled into the sheets underneath Kurumi, face buried against the crook of Kurumiās neck.
āIā¦KurumiāNnnā¦ā Damn it just wasnāt fair that every little noise the girl made sounded soā¦good. Kurumi felt another shudder along her back, keeping her focus a bit of a struggle as she guided a fingernail down the length of Mikiās back as she gave another hungry, and admittedly final grind against Miki. She could hear the smaller girl give a strangled cry out against her neck, a still tension seizing the body on top of her for a moment before finally giving to a strong and slow shudder. Mikiās breath washed over Kurumiās neck and collarbone, the tired blonde collapsing against her as they slipped into more of a lazy, clumsily tangled embrace.
With a quiet and lazy whine, the breathless girl left fleeting kisses against Kurumiās neck, moments in between each kiss used to catch her breath, and maybe remember how to speak again. Easier said than done. When Kurumi seems to move though, Mikiās reluctance to let her do so is clear when the blonde gives another weak whine and wraps her arms around Kurumiās body. Surprising as it is, Kurumi couldnāt help but laugh.
āOi, oi. Iām not tryinā to just get up, donāt worry.ā There was a heave of weight, Kurumi taking almost no effort to flip the lighter girl over and pin her instead. She growled quietly, nuzzling her nose under Mikiās jawline once she was nestled on top of her and even managing to pull a startled giggle and squirm out of Miki in the process.
āI meanā¦I donāt have anywhere tābe. Iām not sure weāre done here yet.ā
: Party
Notes: Meeting enticing strangers in an unfamiliar environment. Donāt worry, I intend on writing a followup to this too.
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She met her at a party. It wasnāt normally something she didāfeel such a strong pull towards a particular person sheād never seen before. Then again, it wasnāt often the person she was interested in, felt so interested in such an attractive woman. Kurumi had come here to mind her own business, maybe meet someone interesting for once. But once she got here, nothing interested her, aside from the loud music filling the building, and trying to ignore the obnoxious lighting. This woman was the calmest thing to put her attention on in here. How long sheād spent talking to herā¦she wasnāt really sure. Miki Naoki, that was her name. She didnāt normally come to places like this, but she was here with a friend, and after quite a lot of coercing, had finally agreed to tag along. There were other menial detailsā¦it was a lot of odd details, little idle chatting that Kurumi wouldnāt remember five minutes from now. What she did remember almost constantly, was the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. A growing curiosity the more she laughed softly with the blonde and the more she watched her nervous, but interested, gestures.
Miki hadnāt been so social with a stranger sinceā¦well, she couldnāt recall. She wasnāt sure where Kei was right now, but she highly doubted the brunette would care that she was being kept busy talking to this stranger. Kei often encouraged her to get out there and talk to people, after all. Still, the thought that sheād run into anyone remotely interested in speaking to her here, of all places, was unbelievable. The only other people whoād approached her all night were unsettling men. To think the stress of such a chain of people would be broken by an admittedly attractive, taller, athletic looking woman was surprising.
It made Miki a little nervous. Could you blame her? She wasnāt sure what to do with the situation the entire time. She wasnāt even aware she was this capable of carrying on an idle conversation for such a long time. Seemed like every time one subject died down, she would find another related topic to bring up and ask about. Quiet chuckles, curious questions, and the occasional sip of their drinks, all blended together a little bit.
The fascinating monotony of the interaction was finally broken eventually, two rowdy men behind Kurumi laughing and talking about something supposedly exciting, until one of them backed up a bit too much and a bumped into Kurumiās back. Not quick to catch herself this time around, Kurumi stumbled forward, a hand catching on the counter in time to at least stop herself from completely stumbling forward. Like a reflex, Mikiās hand shot up, resting against Kurumiās collarbone to stop the rest of her movement and steady her. By then, both were noticing the awkward lack of spaceāKurumi was inches away from the slightly shorter girl, and Mikiās hand lingering where it was placed. Mikiās eyes remained low, not wanting to meet with Kurumiās face at allāshe could already feel the heat creeping up to her ears and the least she could do for her dignity was not make it so visible.
The few seconds they spent that close to each other felt more like minutes. Neither knew what to do, even if it was as simple as Kurumi apologizing and backing away. Instead, Miki retracted her hand quickly, stepping back and clearing her throat as she turned away.
āIā¦I-I need toā¦ch-check something.ā She needed to go somewhere else. The smaller woman turned quickly, briskly walking through the crowds. She wasnāt even sure if Kurumi had reacted or if she was trying to follow. She pushed herself forward, reaching the hallways in the back of the building. Perhaps they led to the bathrooms, but Miki was only looking forā¦well, any secluded room she could calm down in. She wasnāt sure where she had walked into. It was an unlocked room, but she was almost certain she probably wasnāt supposed to be in here. It was a small place, with a few boxes here and there and supplies. A storeroom, perhaps? Either way, it was closed off and quieter. The music was still audible, but it wasnāt nearly as hard of a dull pounding in her ears as it was before.
Why did she hurry off? She probably lost an opportunity. For what, she wasnāt sure. She almost felt sad about it. After all, hoping youād run into one single person in an entire city again, that was simply hoping for a needle in the haystack.
With her back against the door, Miki almost jolted when she heard the soft knock on the wood.
āYouā¦in there? I saw you shut the door.ā
Herā¦it was her. So, she had followed her. āYou aāright?ā Miki didnāt give an answer. She didnāt really know how at the moment. There was a silence, only a few seconds, before the woman seemed to decide on something else to say. Miki was surprised she didnāt merely walk away and leave her be, at this rate.
āā¦can I come in?ā That wasā¦an unusual question. āā¦no oneās lookinā. I aināt gonna get you in trouble.ā
How encouraging. Stillā¦something in Miki, despite not giving an answer, answered regardless. Almost automatically, she slowly turned and reached for the handle. She wasnāt thinking about it, really. The door quietly opened, allowing Kurumiās hand to slip into view as she gripped the door and pushed it open enough to slip into the dark room.
Now what? Just what was the point of them being in here? Miki knew why she bolted into this area, but what now? For some reason, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears now. Her pulse beat deep in her ears, blue eyes adjusted to the dark by now, watching the taller girl glance at her for a moment like she was waiting for a decision to be made. She could almost hear Kurumi asking herself the same dumb question: āWhat now?ā
Kurumiās hand extended, palm resting against the door behind Miki before she closed in on the more delicate woman. Miki stepped back, feeling her back gently tap against the door. She knew how intently Kurumi was staring her downāshe could feel the gaze practically burning into her own face. It wasnāt a threatening gaze at allā¦if anything, it reflected the same kind of curiosity that Miki felt all night. Fingers carefully brushed against her chin, tilting the blondeās head upwards before Kurumi leaned down and brushed her lips against Mikiās. It was tentative at first, as if testing for a negative reaction. Some kind of protest. Miki offered none. That seemed to satisfy Kurumi, to some extent. The light brush pushed into a genuine attempt at a kiss, fingers on Mikiās chin now brushing along her jaw line. They were awfully light, gentle touches for a woman who was soā¦unfamiliar, with putting her hands on another woman. It wasnāt like Kurumi came here for this. Miki certainly wasnāt one to seek first-night kisses, either. But spur of the moment seemed to call for the spark of attraction between them, to provoke action.
This wasnāt really the most appropriate place for a call to action, but Mikiās hands tentatively curling into the fabric of Kurumiās jacket really cemented both pairs of shoes to the floor where they stood now. Call it bad, but maybe the location added a bit of excitement that Miki wasnāt quite used to.
āā¦my friendā¦she might be looking for me,ā Miki muttered against Kurumiās lips, briefly putting their kiss on pause with her momentary thought. Kurumi seemed more intent on Miki, though. She wasnāt really interested in just leaving it at that.
āSheāll be fine for a few minutes, Iām sure.ā Kurumiās statement was promptly followed by another press of her lips, this time more forward than before now that she was a little less plagued by uncertainty. She had more intention behind her actions now. Somehow, that really only fueled the excitement that sparked in Mikiās gut. Dull as her introverted daily life tended to be, a girl like her could only daydream about some pretty, athletic stranger pinning her against a door and kissing her. It was a little deprave to actually act on, but it was shameless excitement to indulge in. An unnecessary life experience that Miki honestly wasnāt going to say no to.
The bass of the music was fading more and more into the background with every second. Miki gave the reigns entirely to Kurumi by now, it felt like. A tongue brushed against her lips, Miki almost immediately granting Kurumi easy access to as much of a kiss as she wanted to get out of her. The tips of the womanās unusually pointy canines brushed against Mikiās lips, another small spark jolting through her abdomen and legs. Godā¦what was the phrase? Weak in the knees? Kissing Kurumi was like getting a small shock through her body, lightly put. Her lips were soft, she tasted like the strawberry hinted mixed drink sheād had moments before, and her fingers on Mikiās neck were surprisingly delicate.
Miki could only wish many of her thoughts at the moment were remotely innocent. Pretty as they seemed in words, everything she felt at the moment was rooted in a shameless kind ofā¦want. A desire for this enticing, friendly stranger. Her fingers uncurled from Kurumiās clothes, hands now rubbing slow against the surface of the material and the body that was hiding underneath. There were a lot of things bubbling under the surface of the flustered, small womanās body, but there was unfortunately not enough time to really dwell on them. For the time being though, she seemed perfectly content letting Kurumi handle the situation as she pleased.
Kurumiās lips finally seemed to find their way away from Mikiās, trailing eagerly along her jaw line and down to the side of Mikiās neck, where she seemed to linger. Fingers pulled slyly at the fabric of the raised collar that extended from Mikiās top, pulling before she snuck a kiss against the skin underneath. Once again, fangs brushed skin, drawing a not-so-subtle shiver out of Mikiās frame as those same canines firmly dragged against her skin hard enough to leave brief white lines behind them. Miki could feel the womanās name threatening to spill from her lips at the moment, though she successfully bites her tongue against the impulse. Rather, thereās a quiet whine as Kurumi begins to suckle firmly into her bite, her intention to leave the skin there raw and visibly marked clear. Kurumiās hands were at Mikiās hips now, one drawing lowered until her fingertips could brush softly against the front of Mikiās thigh. She just barely teased the material of Mikiās skirt higher as her teeth once again dug hard against Mikiās neck.
Miki shuddered now; her previous whine was now replaced by an only slightly more audible, shuddered gasp. Kurumi felt a tight heat in her stomach every time she heard Mikiās wordless reactions or felt her shake in her hands. It was like feeling the composed young woman from before just slowly unravel under her fingers. Godā¦maybe it shouldnāt make her want more this badly, but she couldnāt deny that it was having exactly that effect on her right now. Even aside from this one moment they had, hidden in this dark storage room where they didnāt even belong, Kurumi couldnāt keep herself from thinking about the potential waiting in the idea of taking Miki away from here, taking her home, and exploring this curiosity significantly more than she was able to right now.
Kurumi pulled away from Mikiās neck and immediately resumed her heavy kisses against Mikiās lips, muffling the needy groan that rumbled deep in her throat. Her hands firmly hiked up Mikiās skirt, movements much more forward than before. Met with no opposition, Kurumiās thumbs hooked into the sides of Mikiās underwear, pushing slowly down Mikiās hips partway. Only enough to get them out of the way. She didnāt give Miki much time to brace herself before her hand disappeared underneath the girlās skirt. Immediate, firm strokes of Kurumiās fingers pulled a pleased, shaky noise from Mikiās throat. Kurumiās lips found interest in the skin under her ear, leaving Miki subject to the heavier, yet hushed, breathing of her bodyās own building rush of excitement. Her fingers grasped at Kurumiās sleeve, her other hand grasping at Kurumiās shirt. It was a struggle focusing on keeping herself from making noise when her attention wanted to be entirely on Kurumiās fingers. The only noise she allowed herself to make was the audible breathing. In a way her silent reactions were ālouderā than any noise she could have made anyway. Her head turned, tilted slightly for Kurumiās indulgent affection against her ear and neck. Her hips rolled against Kurumiās quicker fingers. As much fun as letting this ride out would be for either girl, Kurumi knew she couldnāt waste too much time cooped up in here before someone would turn up or before theyād lose their chance to leave the room unnoticed.
She stopped and watched the blonde with vested interest, two of her fingers finally slipping inside of the other woman with a deliberate and quick thrust. Miki pulled at Kurumiās sleeve and drove her hips forward again, eyes held shut as she bit her bottom lip, as if biting back a reaction. Kurumi had her so worked up, there was no chance of her being able to take more than a few rough pushes of Kurumiās slender fingers. Kurumiās scarlet eyes were focused, trained on Mikiās face and silently indulging in the changes of Mikiās expressions. Mikiās body tensed considerably, mouth opening but the only noise she was able to spare being an almost pathetic kind of shaky, panted gasp. Just barely, Kurumi could hear the almost incoherent mutter of her name under Mikiās struggled breath, another shudder seizing Mikiās frame as Kurumi freed her fingers and let the blonde try and recover.
āM-mnnā¦ā Miki ran a hand through her hair, afterwards letting it rest against her face as she tried to catch her breath. Her dazed eyes slid shut as Kurumi placed a few more lazy, lingering kisses against the line of her jaw bone. They didnāt have nearly enough time in this situation. It was almost frustratingāno, it was frustrating. Beyond that. It was certainly more anticipation than Kurumi would have imagined sheād be feeling over another woman, but it was a thought she found hard to care about at the moment. With a disgruntled groan, Kurumi finally pulled herself away, looking around as she pulled a small pen out of her jacket pocket and looked for something to tear off and write on. It was a quick scribble, something she hoped would at least be legible by the time Miki could look at it.
Walking back over to Miki, she helped the girl straighten out her clothes, before pulling her away from the door and offering another hungry, lingering kiss against her lips. It only added to her pent-up frustration that she had to stop at all. She pushed the crumpled paper into Mikiās hand.
āBetter go find yer friend before she gets worried about ya.ā
Kurumi opened the door once she pulled Miki away from it, peeking around before guiding the both of them out of the room and quietly shutting the door behind them. Clearing her throat, Kurumi could feel heat creeping into her cheeks as she glanced to the side, the rush catching up to her now that they were back out in public.
āI thinkā¦Iām gonna head back home. This wasā¦nice, though.ā Nice was hardly a way to put what just happened, actually. The look on her face said that much. Sneaking a glance at Miki again, Kurumi seemed to pout before quickly stealing another, swift kiss from Miki and then turning to find her way out of the club. It took Miki a minute really, to finally remember the thing in her hand and fumble to look at what it was.
Ahā¦anā¦address and phone number. Even finally getting a hold of herself, Miki could feel herself getting a little warm again at the implication.
āMiki! Hey, I was wondering where you went.ā
Blinking, Miki looked up, hand reflexing closing around the paper before pocketing it. She offered Kei a small smile.
āSorryā¦I was in the bathroom.ā
āOh, youāre fine. Itās getting kind of late, and honestly, I think Iāve dealt with enough creeps. Should we call it a night? Iām sure youāve probably had enough of this atmosphere.ā Kei chuckled. Miki nodded.
Actually, she was itching to leave, now. But, maybe not for the reasons her friend assumed. Ā
: Contact Comfort
Notes: Miki and Kei. I wanted to revisit theĀ ākei survives and is found by the living club with mikiā timeline. This could be the first time they both 1) confessed with words (which is implied to happen before this prompt) and 2) had sex with each other. I always felt like in many AUs, even if Miki and Kei donāt confess until later, itās always a silent, maybe uncertain agreement that they love each other.
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Fingertips brushed over her arms. Lips pressed against the front of her neck. There were goosebumps along her shoulders and arms. There was a lot to process, and Miki wasnāt sure if she cared about keeping up with trying. All she knew was that the sensation of Keiās soft lips on her neck, and the warm, soft breathing on her skin was pleasant. It was a lingeringā¦almost a kind of tingle that she wanted to experience again and again. Keiās advances were promising to allow that, however.
Miki didnāt know why they were here right now. It could have been any number of things. Maybe it was the stress of the situation. Maybe it was a mutual, heavy loneliness and hunger for the physical closeness. Maybe the restlessness crawling under their skin was finally making itself known. The two of them had always been close. Theyāve always cared about each other, perhaps even always knew about that mutual, lingering sense of attachment and interest between them that always nestled comfortably somewhere in their longtime friendship.
The others were asleep elsewhere in the building that the group was taking temporary shelter in. Neither of them could sleep. They talked. They calmed each other down. Now they were here. Kei was on top of her, legs slightly tangled and Mikiās hands grasping firmly at Keiās arms. Miki couldnāt clearly point out when they got here, but she wasnāt entirely sure that she cared. Her hands let go of Keiās arms, sliding against the sides of Keiās neck and head as the brunetteās lips finally found her own. With a quiet whine, Mikiās eyes slid shut and she quickly invited more affection. She was hungry for itā¦needy? She couldnāt tell if it was because of her feelings towards the girl, or if it was just an emotionalā¦impulse.
Either way, neither of them were remotely interested in protesting it.
āKeiā¦ā
Things were moving pretty fastāMiki didnāt really care about that, but it made it hard for her to keep up, in a way. She was swept up in kisses by the time Keiās hands were underneath her uniform, curiously roaming her torso underneath and hiking her tops up higher.
āMnnā¦ā Miki whined, back arching slightly as Keiās lips and hands slowly made their way lower on her torso. Every little kiss and every slide of Keiās hand had a remarkable effect on her, making her want more, and preferably quicker than Kei was moving. Maybe they didnāt have to worry about having to go anywhere too soon, but there were still restrictions here. They couldnāt be loud, and they had to be on their guard constantly.
Unnerving, sure. But this moment between them was a welcome distraction from all of that.
Keiās teeth dug against the skin of her hipbone, fingers wrapping into the sides of the blondeās underwear and giving just the slightest tug. Whether it was a tease or a threatā¦maybe it was both. Miki didnāt want to admit how badly she wanted to find out. Hell, she was shakingāshe could feel it, and no doubt so could Kei. It was a little embarrassing to linger on, but that was a concern for later, when she wasnāt more focused on the slow way her underwear was pulled out from under her skirt and along her legs, or the lingering, firm bite of Keiās teeth against the top of her thigh.
The shaky whine Miki responded with was jarring to hear when Kei felt as worked up as she did already. Lifting her head, she let her hands roam back to Mikiās thighs. Her fingernails started just underneath the girlās skirt, at the sides of her thighs, before firmly dragging down, hard enough to leave brief white lines on the blondeās pale skin. There was another tremble from Miki, a small squirm overtaking her as she whined again.
āK-Keiā¦Mmmnnā¦I-I wantā¦ā Mikiās voice tapered off, the desperation clinging to her tone, nevertheless. Kei could feel the excited knot in her stomach, a small flutter in her chest as she watched Mikiālistened to her. Even if she wanted to, it felt like itād be impossible to say no to Miki at this rate. Not when seeing her practically desperate for more made her throat feel soā¦dry.
āI know.ā Kei eyed Miki with a heavy interest, one hand on the mattress, and the other sliding higher along the inside of Mikiās thigh. Gently, her hand hiked higher until fingers firmly, briefly brushed against Miki. The blonde gave a visible shudder at the contact, only partly embarrassed at how obvious it mustāve been to Kei now that she was beyond worked up and ready. After a thoughtful moment, Keiās fingers moved away, both of her hands sliding back to the sides of her legs. She squeezed at Mikiās legs gently, keeping them precariously hidden under Mikiās skirt during her insistent teasing.
āK-Keiā¦come onā¦ā
Kei glanced at Mikiās face for a moment, briefly meeting the flustered blondeās gaze before raising a finger to her lips.
āYou canāt be too loud, you know. Relax.ā
Relaxing was a tall order to ask for, in Mikiās opinion. She already felt so wound up that it was comparable to a spring, threatening to burst out of an old, worn spring mattress. She wasnāt sure she could take any more of Keiās teasing, touching her in every way except the way she wanted by now.
Kei lowered her hand, fingers sliding under the girlās skirt yet again and playfully hiking the material higher and out of her way. Her head ducked lower, the brunette adjusting herself properly before lips and the tip of her tongue made intimate contact with Miki.
Mikiās reactions were almost immediate. With a visible shudder, the blondeās back arched and a whine trembled in her throat as her fingers curled into the already tussled sheets of the mattress they set on the floor. Keiās warm breath washed over her, attention focusing soon on gentle suckles and draws of her tongue over skin sensitive enough for Mikiās breathing to hitch in her throat. At least the reaction gave her enough time to turn her head to the side and slide a hand over her mouth, muffling the heavy and pleased groans that made it past her lips. Try as she might to keep her voice down, it was hard to do when all of her impulses were trying to make her do otherwise.
Mikiās hand fell to the sheets by her head, pulling as the girl bit her lip and strained to keep down another groan. Kei finally seemed to pull her head away, fingers raising to gently wipe at her lips as her other hand disappeared to take care of resuming the affection that she left Miki off on. Firm strokes of her finger distracted Miki from the way Kei moved herself level with Miki again, looming on top of the blonde before she let a finger slowly sink inside. That earned a quiet moan of Keiās name, the sound of it almost like honey on Mikiās lips when Kei heard it. Lovely as it was, Miki certainly was impulsivelyā¦audible with her reactions. The brunette leaned down, teeth rasping against the side of Mikiās neck as she moved her finger with a deliberate and energetic pace. She clearly had no intention of letting Miki lose what heat was building in her abdomen.
āA-ahhā¦ā Mikiās eyes slid shut, hips rolling against Keiās hand. A free hand made its way closer to Mikiās face until fingers brushed the girlās chin. Gently, a thumb teased against Mikiās lips, slipping past until Keiās thumb was just slightly slid into Mikiās mouth, fingertip brushing against the blondeās tongue.
āShhā¦ā
Oh, there was definitely a lot for Miki to feel mortified about later on. She had to be the definition of shameless at the moment, desperate and absolute putty in the hands of the girl on top of her. Miki felt Keiās thumb withdraw away from her lips, but the girlās small hand soon covered her mouth firmly, without opposition from Miki herself. Maybe Kei had a good idea of how close she was pushing Miki. It didnāt take much more to send her reeling, a slow writhe gripping her body as a sharp noise muffled against the firm hand over her mouth. Kei slowly withdrew her finger, leaving Mikiās legs to clench briefly in impulse and draw a strong shudder from her.
Keiās hand slipped away from her mouth, swiftly replaced by another hungry kiss. The incoherent blonde took a few moments to even return the affection. Dazed as she was, it was hard not to simply give in to impulse and instinct at the moment. Her fingers rose to Keiās shirt, curling and grasping at the material. She was almost reluctant to let Kei pull her head away from the kiss, only calmed by the feeling of those kisses now softly brushing against the crook of her neck.
āAre you okayā¦?ā
āMmā¦ā Miki spared a small nod, her breathing finally starting to even out a little bit. Only a little bit. Just having Kei still near, still being so affectionate with her, stirred a constant kind of excitement that right at the moment she had considerably trouble just trying to contain it.
āI didnāt tire you out, did I?ā Kei smirked against Mikiās neck, really only poking a bit of fun at Miki. Though she found quickly that the comment seemed to backfire in an unexpected, yet welcome, way. With a small whine, Mikiās hands found the sides of Keiās face and ushered her head back up to Mikiās own face. She was immediately met with the blondeās own hungry, eager kiss. In her own impulsive excitement, Kei couldnāt help the low, slow groan that rumbled in her throat when she promptly returned the affection. Watching Miki squirm and gasp and struggle to contain herself felt like putting herself through hellāin a sense. She was focused on Miki; it was easy not to think about it at the time. But now that the heat of that particular moment was passed, she was vividly aware of the heat in her own abdomen, and the flutter in her stomach in response to Miki being rather forward at the moment. She wanted Miki terribly, but she also wanted to be Mikiās. She could count herself lucky that the feeling was mutual on such a visceral level.
āI love you, Keiā¦ā Mikiās murmured words were eagerly breathed against Keiās lips, between her quick-to-resume kisses. Kei offered another pleased whine in response, perhaps even embarrassed by the blondeās confident statement of love. It was a sentiment she returned thoughāan unspoken, mutual understanding theyāve had for years, surely.
Even still tangled on top of Miki as she was, she was more than happy to hand the reigns over to Miki for the time being. Once Mikiās hands slid away from her face, Keiās hands buried themselves into Mikiās messy blonde hair generously. She felt her stomach tighten as Mikiās hands roamed down her sides, one venturing as far as the front of her thigh. Miki wasted no time making her desires clear. Her fingers teased themselves under her waistband, dipping lower until she could give Kei a generous, teasing slide of her hand between the girlās legs. Keiās breathing broke into a quiet shudder, the brunette pulling away from the kiss and whining with just a barely audible noise.
This encounter wasnāt really supposed to drag on like this, but Kei supposed as long as they hadnāt been heard yet, it was fine. It seemed like the evening was pretty far from over, even as restricted as it was, but she had no complaints about that.
: Fragile
Series: Corpse Party Notes: Imported. This was supposed to be put here but i accidentally drafted it onto my main blog, I think.
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So many good things in life, things that you might need or simplyā¦desire to have around, are fragile things.
Sometimes Naomi wondered if it was just someā¦wild paranoia deep in the recesses of her mind, that made her so afraid of losing Seiko to anything. People, places, thingsā¦the thought was terrifying, regardless of how it presented itself. Too many times, she saw it actually occur; she couldnāt stand it happening again, at this point. Even without that school in the picture anymore, all it meant for Naomi was if she lost Seiko again? Sheād never be seeing her again.
She knew that Seiko knew. They were both aware of that fear Naomi carried on her shoulders. Regardless of how hard Seiko tried to divert Naomiās mind from that, she knew it would return there eventually. How long has it been? The two of them had long been together. Not really a surprising development to their friends. Even Naomi had been startled to know howā¦predictable, the development was to everyone else. Still. They loved each other, no matter how long it took to get it out into the open.
That love somehow amplified Naomiās fears, at times. Seiko was her best friend. Her lover. God, she was about everything, at this point. If she was taken from her yet again, Naomi knew she wouldnāt be able to take it. Watching Seiko now, only just now winding down from her day working, Naomi knew sheād really locked herself in with Seiko. She really justā¦didnāt want to keep toiling through their unfortunately scarred lives without her. Not that it was a bad thing. She justā¦wished she could stop feeling so scared of the what ifās.
Seikoās arms lifted and folded behind her head, a small groan wafting through the roomās air as she stretched her arms and back where she stood. She was vaguely aware she was being watched. Naomi was at the doorway into the bedroom. Watching her with worried eyes. Was it because of those thoughts again? Thoughts that Seiko wished she could justā¦cast away permanently. She understood why Naomi was so worried about her, butā¦at the cost of the other womanās health? It wasnāt a comforting thought. Seikoās eyes drifted to the sheets of the bed idly, in thought, before turning around and meeting Naomiās gaze.
āā¦everything okay, Naomi?ā
The answer wasnāt verbal, though it wasnāt too reassuring, either. Naomi frowned faintly, a fleeting sadness in the troubled womanās eyes before she averted her stare in favor of looking at the floor instead. So then, it was the usual trouble. Seiko gave her a sympathetic smile, tilting her head to the side.
āMmā¦worrying more than usual again, huh?ā Taking steps closer, Seiko reached out for Naomiās hands gently. āIām still right here, Naomi. Look, look.ā Raising the hands, Seiko pressed those palms to her cheeks, keeping them there softly as she more genuinely smiled at her significant other. āYou can hear me, yeah? See me, even touch me. Itās gonna stay that way. Iām not going anywhere. I love Naomi. I wouldnāt make it that easy to take me out of the picture. After all, the Shinohara brand of stubborn is a specially frustrating one.ā Ā She added with a brief laugh. Naomi felt a tinge of red heat her cheeks as she stared carefully at Seiko, as if studying her features that hard. Making sure that was really true. She knew it was true, of course. There were justā¦days, when her thoughts harassed her the worst, and left her in such an unreasonably and irrationally distraught worry that Seikoās efforts to assure the woman had to be doubled.
Something seemed to click in Naomiās mind. Her brief change of expression, and change in demeanor, it all hinted that. Seiko blinked, not sure what to expect at least just for a moment. The confusion only grew exponentially, when Naomiās hands slid from her face gently. Arms found their way around her, before she felt her weight lifted up off the ground, a momentarily weightless sensation coming over her as she was picked up into Naomiās arms carefully, so that Naomi wouldnāt just drop her from being too careless about the motion. A surprised gasp slipped through Seikoās lips before she could stop it, heat flooding into her cheeks already at the abrupt motion.
The intentions were clear soon enough, when Naomi had walked to the bedside, and placed Seiko down onto the bed in Ā a slower effort not to jostle her in the process. Though, immediately following, Seiko found Naomi climbing onto the bed and hovering over her before she could even try to figure out what was going on. Ahā¦was Naomiā¦?
What a rare occurrence.
A rare, flustering occurrence. Seiko sounded a muffled whine when Naomi leaned down and pressed a firm kiss against her lips. Was it some kind of validation that Naomi was after? Validation Seiko was here right now, that they were really still together like this? Maybe it was both. Naomi wasnāt paying it that much mind. The normally more submissive woman was the one taking charge this time, her worries enough to string her nerves high, and push her to respond in such a forward manner.
Naomi doesnāt have to push much to inch things forward. She closed her eyes and let her teeth gently nip at Seikoās bottom lip, provoking another whine. Seiko was absolutely weak for thisā¦when Naomi took charge; when she showed Seiko this affection, instead of the other way around. Seiko wanted that sort of attention more than she let on, most of the time. Arms raised and wrapped around Naomiās neck as she parted her lips, inviting her girlfriend further. Her cheeks outright burned when she felt the otherās tongue slip boldly between her lips, accepting the invitation rather generously.
āN-nnā¦Naomiā¦ā Seiko could hardly hold down the whine of the girlās name, quiet and breathless on her tongue when she even had the opportunity to speak up. Naomiās own flushed cheeks spoke miles for her own train of thought, but she pressed on regardless, a mixture of needless anxiety and sense of need making her eager to continue. Sitting up slightly, Naomi kept a seat straddling Seikoās legs, pushing down minor embarrassment in the back of her mind in favor of letting her fingers roam to the hem of her shirt. It was a calmer movement this time at least, as Naomi pulled her own shirt up and then over her head, a small shake of her head allowing the stray and flipped strands of hair atop her head to fall back into their places as she dropped the clothing to the side of the bed. It almost seemedā¦deliberate? Seiko wasnāt sure. Naomi was normally easier to read for her than other people. But she seemed to be disguising her thoughts better tonight. Maybe this was the reason why though. Regardless of what was on Naomiās mind, Seiko finds her eyes wandering over the otherās torso withā¦admiration, really. For as often as she teased Naomi about her good figure and attractive looks, she absolutely meant it when she complimented her. Naomi took care of herself. Her figure was curvy and healthy, her skin was smooth; soft to the touch, when Seikoās fingers rose to Naomiās side, fingertips brushing faintly against the soft skin.
She was so beautifulā¦it was almost unfair, to be attracted to someone like this for as long as Seiko had been. But Naomi picked her regardless, and she appreciated it for all it was worth.
Naomiās attention shifted before she could get to any of her other clothes. She was more interested in Seikoās clothing, truth be told. A wary hand hovers over Seikoās torso, gliding up to the top buttons of her blouse. Fingers deftly work on undoing the buttons down Seikoās top, slowly revealing the line of Seikoās skin underneath. Slight movement caught her focus, making her aware of the fact that Seiko seemed to move, propping herself up a bit by her arms. Ahā¦her shirt. Gently, Naomiās hands roam up to her shoulders and slide underneath the material, subtle pushing inching the blouse off of Seikoās shoulders and eventually allowing it to slide down her arms.
Letting that blouse come off allowed Naomi to really see Seiko. It wasnāt as if it was the first time sheās seen Seiko in an atmosphere like this. But with her thoughts where they were today, it wasnāt as if she could help much, how much she was admiring Seiko, and admiring that this was in a sense, hers to look at and feel underneath her fingertips.
āSeiko isā¦too beautiful.ā Naomi said thoughtfully, murmuring as if it were just a thought she hadnāt intended on saying out loud. But she had, and it certainly brought a special shade of heat to Seikoās cheeks to hear. A warm palm rests gently against Seikoās reddened cheek. It was faintly startling at first, though Seiko soon found herself leaning her face against the hand, welcoming the soothing touch that Naomi offered. A few moments, and that hand was sliding gently down the girlās neck, collarbone, down the middle of her torso. Naomi found the jerky movements of Seikoās ticklish and aroused responses entrancing now, barely aware of the light swallow she gave in a nervous response to the feelings that were settling in her mind and body. Seikoās smooth and excellently cared for complexion would give even the lightest flinches and twitches whenever her fingertips ghosted over. Slender arms, cute and attractive form, even the slow and difficult to pick up movements of the natural process of breathing? Everything meant somethingā¦crucial, to Naomi. Seiko was here with her. She could touch her, hear herā¦she could taste her faintly, whenever she pressed her kisses to Seikoās skin. All of her senses picked up on this important personās presence. Reassured Naomi that the person she loved, a person she didnāt want to go on without, was here with her and wanted to be.
All this contact was going to drive Seiko crazy. She was between two things she simultaneously wanted right now. On one hand, she loved every second of Naomiās curious and appreciative hands, even the awareness of howā¦attentive, Naomi was to her right now. On the other, she just wanted Naomi to cut to the chase. It was rare that Naomi took charge so aggressively. As shameful as it was to admit, Seiko craved that same gently aggressive touch that made her feel so good.
As if picking up on how antsy Seiko was becoming, Naomi leaned her head closer in, lips brushing against the side of her neck with a soft kiss. Seiko could have complained, if not for being too distracted by the pleasant shiver that chased the length of her spine. After all, she could barely take the fleeting touches of Naomiās hands. More attention on top of that was just too much. Goosebumps erupted over her smooth skin with each kiss, a deliberate trail being formed down her neck and towards her collarbone. Okay, there wasnāt much to complain about at all, actually. So long as Naomi continued.
So then, what next? Naomi moved, inching her position lower so that she could see Seikoās waist. Her fingers brushed along the length of zipper teeth keeping Seikoās skirt secure around it until they reached the top and pinched at the zipper itself to get a hold of it. Seiko didnāt even need to be told or hinted to raise her hips slightly and allow Naomi to more easily slip the material off of her hips and down her legs. Yet another shameful move, but quite honestly shame had a blurry meaning with these two when it came to what they did in private. At least, it seemed to sometimes to Seiko. Regardless, she knows what she wants and sheāll only help Naomi give her that much. Light, brushing kisses trailed along her skin, just above where the waistband of her panties waited.
āN-Naomiā¦nnā¦pā¦pleaseā¦ā Seiko found herself mumbling, quietly pleading for Naomi to pick up her pace with things. Though, Naomiās only response to that was yet another kiss placed against where Seikoās hip bone jutted out. A kiss turned into more, and quickly. Lips closed on the spot, the suckling sensation apparent as Naomi bit against the skin firmly, almost roughly. Seiko gasped, more audible than before, body giving in to a small squirm of her limbs and torso. For a moment, Naomi isnāt shy about how rough she is against that small patch of skin, actions sure to leave a very vivid mark by the time she was through.
Seikoās head was spinning. It definitely left her almost unprepared when Naomi finally stopped and climbed higher again, meeting Seiko at eye level like before. Seiko simply met the other girlās gaze, a needy whine ringing in her throat.
āSeikoā¦ā Naomi murmured her name, staring intently, as if contemplating her next move. It clearly didnāt take too long. Not when her next move brought her closer to Seiko, and drew her into another kiss like before. Locked into another passionate kiss, Seiko was only just now realizing she had been gripping at the sheets beforehand, in her anxious excitement. Letting go, she instead drew them towards Naomiās pants, working eagerly on loosening them enough to start urging them down. It wasnāt any time at all before their clothes left the equation entirely, urgency getting the better of Naomi. She couldnāt help but think that Seikoās own excitement was getting to her a little bit. As much as she admired Seikoās figure, she wanted the physical contact just as badly. Badly enough that she almost didnāt know how to start getting just that, for a moment. The confused hesitation is almost cute on her, Seikoās sure.
That hesitation is dashed swiftly by another pressing kiss. Naomiās body presses closer to Seiko, close enough that it draws quiet gasps from either of them. After all, Naomi wanted to feel Seiko there. As much as possible. Her solution drew her close to Seiko, the contact and affection enough to provoke the instinctual roll of Seikoās hips, encouraging more. Startling. Naomi wasnāt sure where to take this at first, but when she feels Seikoās hips move against her, the response is almost automatic; natural even.
āNaomiā!ā Far from shy about showing any enjoyment, Seikoās arms slide around Naomiās torso, clinging and keeping the other close as she gasped her name. She needed more of this. She needed it as much as Naomi needed to give it. Intentionally, Seikoās teeth bite gently at Naomiās lips, timing another slow roll of her hips with Naomiās movements, grabbing in an almost greedy manner at more of the pleasant sensation that washed over her. With flushed cheeks, Naomi pulled from their unsteady kiss, head leaned closer until her warm pants could be felt against Seikoās ear, not exactly a feeling that was disliked.
āN-nnā¦Sā¦S-Seikoā¦ā Naomi whined, legs decidedly tangling with Seikoās while they moved. āI love y-you so much, Seikoā¦ā She murmured, breath hot on Seikoās ears. But the words have just as much effect on Seiko as the physical sensation does. Even if she already knew how Naomi felt, hearing it was always justā¦insurmountably important to her. Even in a situation so intimate and heated, it was the most effective fuel to her fire than anything else could ever be.
Too muchā¦Naomi felt the insistent pull of Seikoās arms, both girls rather swept up by the heat of the moment. It definitely could be considered too much, though thatās no encouragement to stop. Instead, maybe thatās what gave such a rough push closer to the limit of what they could take. Seiko certainly couldnāt help herself when hit with Naomiās loving words. The girlās head turned to the side, enough to about hide her face in Naomiās mussed hair, a desperate whine filling the air by Naomiās ear. It wasnāt until she felt fingernails delicately digging against the skin of her back that she knew, Seikoās had it. Truth be told, so had she. Her voice strained on a moan when the next roll of her hips threw them both into powerful trembles, a pleasing heat bursting with a shudder, from the nape of her neck, down to her toes.
Seikoās breathless huffs became Naomiās focus. The way her slim figure trembled, how her chest heaved rhythmically with her heavy breaths, and how her slender legs squirmed and folded in meaningless, anxious movements. Perhaps to fight the weak feeling in Seikoās legs right about now.
Moreā¦Seiko, I want moreā¦Breathless herself, Naomi eyed Seiko. That admiration that was filled with anxious desperation and an incomprehensible amount of love; one that made Seikoās heart skip beats to be met with. It was a gaze with ferocity behind it. Not the frightening kind. It was the kind that brought anticipation and heat with it. It wasā¦a wild stare. Unnerving in the best possible way.
Moving back, Naomiās hands found Seikoās knees and rested atop them, holding the girlās bent knees where they were.
āSeikoā¦ā She whined the otherās name, need and impulse taking over in place of her usual embarrassment and hesitant shyness. āI wantā¦more.ā She murmured, pushing those legs apart enough to allow her to move herself between those knees. Teeth quickly found their way to the inside of the lowest portion of Seikoās thigh, drawing a startled gasp. Quickā¦Seiko was hardly even recovered from what happened only a moment ago. She was definitely not ready to brace herself for whatever Naomi wanted to do to her now. But, that unpreparedness seemed to be exactly what Naomi was going for. How sly. Maybe something Seiko would tease about later; once she wasnāt a mess.
Speaking ofā¦
āN-Naomiā!! W-waitāā How often was it that she found herself at the end of things Naomi was usually caught at. She couldnāt help but feel flustered. Small gestures as simple as touches of the hand or fleeting kisses were enough to turn Seikoās face a rare shade of bright red. But this? She wasnāt quite immune to such a forward and bold Naomi, that was for sure.
What was Naomiās response to the flustered hesitance? For a brief moment, she bit firmly. But soon, let go in favor of allowing her hands to slide around the outside of Seikoās legs and to her hips. A firm grip pinned Seiko against the mattress, as Naomiās blushing face gazed at Seiko with a raised brow. āItās for you, Seikoā¦I love you. Let me take the wheel for a little while longer. Okay?ā
No fair.
Seiko couldnāt deny a tone like that. Not fair at all. With a whimper, Seikoās head falls back down onto the pillow and her arm rests over her eyes, giving a quick nod. Admittedly, it was frustrating when she found herself on the other end of things; embarrassed and flustered. Even if this wasā¦well, exciting as hell.
Naomi smiled faintly, before rewarding her with more kisses along the inside of her thigh, drawing tantalizingly close. To the point, Seiko could barely pick up on the now lighter breaths against her skin, which only darkened the blush on her cheeks. The anticipation only led to a more vivid reaction, when Naomiās achingly close teasing ceased quickly. Starting as a brush of a kiss, Naomiās fingers held firmer to Seikoās hips only when she decided to venture further, with the brush of the tip of her tongue.
āA-Ah!ā Seikoās body jerked in reaction, alarmed by the feeling. As often as she gave this kind of attention to Naomi, receiving it was on another level. Even for Naomi, it was a cautious territory to venture into. Seiko was still warm from earlier, still very much aroused, clearly. She hadnāt given her any time to rest from that, and it was provoking stronger reactions from the still extremely sensitive girl. Seiko was more vocal as well, Naomi noted with faint interest.
Enough time had been spent on teasing and testing waters. Confident she wasnāt doing anything to deter Seikoās excitement, Naomi grew bolder with her actions. Firmer, bolder movements of her tongue were met with shudders and whimpered moans. Seiko was simply broken down into a flustered, aroused mess by now. She wouldnāt last long at this, but she didnāt necessarily mind that right now. Sheād welcome the sensation of heat from attention this intense.
When one arm remained laid over her eyes, Seikoās other hand trembled as she tangled her fingers through Naomiās short hair. āHā¦h-hahhā¦.N-Naomiiiāā Her noisy reactions were cute to Naomi, if anything. Those dainty fingers curled in brown locks, body squirming in a shameless roll of her hips. Unprepared and over-sensitiveāand she wanted more. More of Naomiāsā¦intense love.
Her arm slid away from her face, hand instead favoring to cling to the pillowcase and pull blindly as she shuddered. She couldnāt take any more. She couldnāt brace herself to last against Naomi like this. An arch of her back as her head leaned back against the pillow was the physical telling that sheād had enough, if the drawn out, shaken moan that accents it wasnāt enough.
Now she was allowed to recover. With a loud exhale, Seikoās body shuddered again as it relaxed. Hazy eyes watched as Naomi rose into view again, mouth wiped as brown eyes gaze at Seiko softly, almost worriedly. āAre you okay?ā
God.
She could almost laugh at that question. Instead thereās a breathless giggle, as arms pulled Naomi down against her, and embrace her despite the warmth that already washed over her from all the unwarranted and intimate attention Naomi paid her. āI love you, Naomi~ā She cooed, still blushing brightly as she pressed a lingering, clumsy kiss against the corner of Naomiās lips. āAreā¦you okay?ā She then returned, murmuring against Naomiās skin as she kept the girl close, simply reveling in the calmer contact. The warmth of the other personās physical presence. āIām still here. Iām not going anywhere, Naomi.ā
Naomiās eyes seemed to convey the surprise and realization, knowing thatās what sparked this desperate bout of lovemaking in the first place. Naomi seemed to cling back, eyes sliding shut as she let the words, the presence, all sink in and soothe her nerves for the time being. The response brought a kinder smile to Seikoās lips. āWe made a promise to always stay with each other. Remember? I donāt break promises.ā
āI knowā¦thank you, Seikoā¦ā

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Notes: Import from a different side blog. Kurumiki. One of the first pieces I wrote for a divergent post-outbreak timeline, and based off Choice kurumiki art a mutual drew.
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You havenāt changed, regardless of circumstance.
Itās been a long time since that day. It was troubling for anyone to remember. Full of fear and doubt, they had watched a bleeding, injured Kurumi Ebisuzawa stumble into the club room.
āI messed up.ā
It was probably a miracle that the school they attended seemed so neck-deep in that infection. If there hadnāt been documentation of the medicine hidden in the basement, thenā¦well, they surely wouldnāt be here, rebuilding with other survivors, and re-acquainting to life without the company of undead victims constantly endangering their lives. But even here Kurumi had to be reminded of that particular day. She was the only one here after all, who had retained such odd after-effects from an infection that was treated with the experimental vaccine. There was no way to reverse it yet, but until then often the scientists in the settlement asked for Kurumiās cooperation so that they could study just what was happening with Kurumi, who wasnāt getting infected, but had certainly lost something from it regardless. It was strange, and it needed to be researched. it even meant maybe someday they could reverse whatās happened to it.
Until then, Kurumi had to deal with the consequences. Not everyone liked having Kurumi around. Not everyone believed that this formerly infected girl was safe to have around. The few times Kurumi lost her temper rather publicly about the scientists and their tests, those doubtful feelings often only grew stronger.
āFuck them.ā
The door slammed shut, Kurumi storming in and ignoring the frustrated curses from the other side of the door before those finally faded away briefly after.
āJesusā¦they canāt leave me alone one day even. I donāt know why I agreed to this shit.ā
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Kurumi rubbed her hands over her face and groaned. Miki frowned faintly, looking Kurumi over. The sleeveless look was meant to leave her bite scars exposed, the scars immediately around it a hint at the past damage it had taken. Other marks faded with time, but there were some on the girlās arm that were worse than others, thus stayed behind as scars to remind Kurumi of an easily avoidable mistake. Most of all, the scars of the bite itself were the most visible, startling most who saw it, honestly. Itās even provoked hostile reaction from a few people before.
āThey see me like some kinda freak. Even if they know Iām not gonna go nuts and start chewinā on peopleās legs, they still donāt look at me any better than anyone else here does.ā
Miki walked over, taking a seat next to Kurumi.
āIām sorry.ā
āWhy canāt I feel normal for once. Without a damn catch.ā Kurumi lowered her hands, eyes downcast at the floor as she sighed. These things hit her hard. It was something Mikiās been watching for a long time now.
Itās funnyā¦sheās never felt like she had any power to really help, until now.
Mikiās arm slid around Kurumiās back. āKurumiā¦ā
āThis is messed up, Miki. I wanna help. I do. But I donāt wanna be looked at like some kinda monster.ā
āI know.ā
āThatās all I am around here. A tough fighter, but some kind of dangerousĀ thing. Not even a person, like everyone else.ā Kurumi glanced to the side, grimacing. āI hear it so often now I donāt know if theyāre right or wrong.ā
āDonāt, Kurumi.ā
āDonāt what? Embrace it? You donāt know whatās going on with me either, Miki. For all we know I really am a thing like theyāre sayinā.ā
āFor allĀ IĀ know, youāre Kurumi Ebisuzawa, a human survivor.ā Miki stated firmly, frowning as she stared at the distraught girl. But Kurumi seemed steadfast in her opinion of herself, somehow. She was usually so much more stubborn than this. Miki never thought sheād be wishing for that stubborn behavior to rear its head.
When she got no response out of Kurumi for her statement, Miki could only push on. Thatās fine. She was stubborn too.
āKurumi.ā
Standing, Miki moved in front of Kurumi instead, and leaned over so she was eye level with the seated girl.
āStop. Just stop and listen to me. Donāt talk about doubt like that. Youāre stronger and more steadfast than that.ā Reaching over, Mikiās hand cupped the side of Kurumiās face before she leaned in enough to gently tap their foreheads together. āYouāre human. You survived. You went through some tough times, and life was hell plenty of times for you. But that hasnāt changed you for the worst.ā
Kurumi eyed Miki, locking her gaze, though not responding with any words. It was frustrating when she did that. It made it hard for Miki to tell if words were getting through that stubbornly thick skull. Moving her head, Miki placed a gentle kiss on Kurumiās shoulder. Specifically, on the scars of her bite.
āYouāre still you.ā
Kurumi blushed faintly. She couldnāt help but wonder about that statement. Still her, huh? What a simple thing to sayāseemed Miki knew exactly how to explain things to her, then.
āWere you always this stubborn?ā Kurumi asks, lightly huffing.
Miki smirked, nodding bed before pulling away. āI probably have you to thank, for the most part.ā
āNow I just regret beinā that much of an influence on ya.ā
Jokes aside, it was hard to shake those three simple words from her head. Kurumi frowned faintly, averting her eyes.
āStill me, huh? Do you know me that well?ā
āI know you as well as I think I need to.ā
Kurumi glanced back at Miki. She didnāt expect that one. Miki moved forward, weight shifting with little warning as she pinned Kurumi down onto her back. Looming over her now, Miki shook her head.
āThatās not a bad thing. Yeah, I know you did things in the past. I know you feel different now. But I donāt care about the details. I only care about details when it comes to books and stories. Not when it comes toā¦someone like you. Someone that I care about, inside and out.ā
When Mikiās hands remove themselves from her arms, Kurumi is allowed to pull herself back a little bit and sit up, at least before Miki moved onto the bed. Kurumi reached out, insistently tugging Miki forward onto her lap, much to Mikiās slight embarrassment. The seriousness of the air didnāt necessarily leave, though.
āHow do ya know Iām still me, though? Maybe IĀ haveĀ changed. Maybe thereās something under there, waitinā to get out and destroy stuff. People, even.ā Kurumi stared at Miki, the worry written all over her face.Ā Destroy Miki.Ā It was a thought Miki knew was there, but it was one she immediately brushed off. After all, that was one of the things she was trying to address, right?
āThereās not. Even if there isā¦well, I donāt care. I can handle myself all right. And even if I have to go through hell myself, Iād getĀ myKurumi back to the surface.ā That sure was a lot of confidence for a situation Kurumi was certain Miki wouldnāt truly know how to handle. But, sheās underestimated the girl before. Maybe she was doing it again.
āYouĀ areĀ you. Kurumi Ebisuzawa. A girl with a mouthful of a last name. A human. You fight, you survive, you say whatās on your mind. You feel. You feel happiness, you feel sorrow, you feel pain and pleasure. That hasnāt changed. And any other time, youād look at the you right now, and youād scoff and talk about how what other people have said around here is just a bunch of bullshit, and that youād rather sit back and play another video game than waste your time letting their words under your skin.ā
Mikiās face moved closer, brushing a kiss against the corner of Kurumiās lips.
āWhat I feel is up for debateā¦I donāt even feel nothinā in this arm, y'know.ā Kurumi muttered, insistent on her end of the argument. Frustrated, Miki pursed her lips for a moment, before pressing another kiss against her lips this time, fingers gently clinging to the front of Kurumiās clothing.
āBut the rest of you can,ā Came her mumbled retort, Mikiās intent on arguing her point still evident, even if it was mostly becoming a physical argument, now. Kurumi wasnāt stopping her, or even trying to take control of it now. Maybe she was simply not feeling up to the control, considering what sheād been through earlier. Or, maybe she did want the assurance.
What a rare occurrence. Miki didnāt do this often. She handled things so much differently from Kurumi, it felt. She was more careful. More gentle. Everything down to the way she kissed was often much softer than the frequently aggressive kisses Kurumi gave.
āI love youā¦ā Mikiās murmur quietly breathed against Kurumiās lips, hands now smoothing over Kurumiās arms. Everything was much more gentle than what Kurumi was used to. There wasnāt any aggression. No urgency or frustration.
Whyād this girl love her so much? What a thought.
Tentatively, Miki pressed on, tongue briefly drawing across Kurumiās lips for a moment before Kurumi gladly invited more from Miki. Arms wrapped around her tentatively and space between them was immediately eliminated.
āThe rest of you can feel just fine,ā Miki continued from before, hands carefully raising the bottom of Kurumiās shirt higher. āYouĀ can feel. The state of your arm doesnāt make a difference for that.ā Miki pulled the tank up and over Kurumiās head. Some adjustments, and Kurumi was allowed to back up as well, allowing Miki the space she wanted anyway. In the meantime, she seemed to even the playing field when her fingers began undoing the buttons of her shirt, shrugging that off her shoulders and letting it slip to the floor. Shorts followed afterwards, warranting a curious stare from Kurumi when those fingers loosened the buttons of her own pants.
āNot wasting much time, are ya?ā
āStraight to the point always seemed to work more effectively with you.ā
On point. Kurumi smirked, not finding a good retort against that. Her legs shifted slightly, working with Miki cooperatively to slide out of the pants with little effort. With just as minimal time, Mikiās found her way close to Kurumi again, leaning down lower to kiss the other girl gently.
āNot that straight to the point means less attentionā¦Iām still trying to make a point to you, donāt forget.ā
āY'sure do a lotta talkinā for someone making a point like this.ā
Miki hummed in feigned irritation at the comment, pressing another, slightly more demanding kissing against Kurumiās lips to hush her.
āIāmĀ doing this right nowā¦canāt you just shut up already and enjoy it?ā
Kurumi chuckled lightly at Mikiās bold retort. She could never make anything easy for Miki, even when her mood wasnāt the greatest. Ridiculous, honestlyā¦
Mikiās lips moved away from Kurumiās and brushed against the underside of her jaw instead. It was a slow and soft crawl of kisses that traveled along the line of her jawbone and started down the side of her neck. Kurumi hummed lightly, turning her head to the side and welcoming Mikiās affections openly. Teeth grazed against her skin firmly, something that had very soon evolved into a bite. Kurumiās eyes slid shut as Miki suckled and bit down, creating a raw and vivid mark on the girlās neck. Not one easy to unless you were wearing a turtleneck, either.
āYou little shitā¦ā Kurumi muttered, turning her head towards Miki again and giving her a huff. Miki smiled faintly, before kissing that same spot.
āSorry. I couldnāt help myself.ā
Bullshit. Kurumi was pretty sure that she could. But she wasnāt about to genuinely argue about something she liked seeing in the other girl for once. Sheād get back at Miki for that another time anyway. In the meantime, Miki seemed more on board with letting her attention drift down to Kurumiās collarbone. Gentle, timed kisses traveled along the shapes and lines of bone underneath skin. Her hands were just as preoccupied and attentive, smoothing over Kurumiās sides slowly.
Oddly, the light way Mikiās hands and fingers would ghost over her skin would leave Kurumiās form shivering even just slightly, nerves reacting strongly to the contact. Was it compensation, maybe?
āYouāre pretty good at thatā¦ā
āI guess I pick up a thing or two from you.ā
Was that even considered a good thing? Kurumi discarded the question and let her attention return to the sensation of those same hands sliding up towards her stomach, moving like they were drinking in every bit they could reach. She wasnāt hesitating with anything, was she? Miki proved the point by slipping her fingers underneath the material of Kurumiās bra.
āH-heyāā
The abrupt contact was definitely a surprising sensation. It flooded her nerves and rushed over her torso. The feeling pooled around her abdomen, leaving her briefly at a loss about how to receive the attention.
āIt looks like you can feel that pretty well.ā
The observation brings a light hint of red to Kurumiās ears. Her groan was a mixture of frustration and perhaps enjoyment. After all, Miki wasnāt wrong. Kurumi could feel that pretty damn well. Miki knew what she was doing, didnāt she? It was impossible to argue with this girl, even in a situation like this. Admirable persistence, but definitely frustrating to deal with at times.
āSo ya made your pointā¦what now, huh?ā
āIām not done. Far from it.ā
Mikiās hands slide out from Kurumiās clothing and teeth find her torso, just underneath the bottom edge of her chest. Even Kurumi couldnāt stop from letting out a surprised noise as her hands grabbed at Mikiās shoulders. So much for keeping her cool. That was progressively getting harder to do while Mikiās now resumed kisses roamed over her stomach and abdomen. It worked Kurumi up, as well as made her a bit tentative towards Mikiās unusual boldness and possible intentions. It wasnāt too hard to get Kurumi on edge too, after all. It didnāt help that Mikiās fingers had curled and hooked into the waistband of her panties, the intention behind the obvious action clear as the sky was blue.
Wellāit wasnāt that action alone making Kurumi nervous, actually.
Lips brushed against her lower abdomen, causing a flinch in her muscles as the kiss lingered just above her waistband. Exhaling quietly, Miki moved away and glanced at Kurumi, fingers now working the thin clothing down her hips. The slightest budge of Kurumiās hips helped her slide the waistband further down, and allowed Kurumi to lay back down. Relax, maybe, though there wasnāt much relaxing to be done when your girlfriend had picked up interesting in leaving kisses over the sides of your knees and along your leg.
Kurumi took a slow breath, and Miki was easily sliding that clothing away from one of Kurumiās feet before making sure it was completely out of the way. Hell, by now it was easy to see the shade of red across Mikiās own face. Determined or not, she didnāt have experience withā¦any of this. Sure, she and Kurumi had already slept together, but she wasnāt exactly as direct or aggressive as Kurumi. Kurumi often got control of the situation even when Miki did initiate it, so to have her so cooperative now was almost strange. Important, but strange.
This made her as nervous as she probably made Kurumi feel right now.
Moving closer again, Miki moved back between Kurumiās knees, lips leaving another chaste kiss in that same spot as before. Though, this time there was no fabric to border abdomen from anything below. Kurumi herself was putting out effort not to squirm when the realization that one of her assumptions was right hit. Ah boyā¦for as much bravado as she had, she wouldnāt really have expected herself to be the first out of this pair to go and subject herself to this. Something likeĀ thatĀ took some guts, after all. She swallowed, a nervous gesture, each of Mikiās kisses that trailed down lower leaving behind a jolt of sensation that would spread from those spots and simply add to the uncomfortable warmth in Kurumiās body.
Kurumiās sucked in a sharp inhale through her teeth, just about, accompanied by the alarming jolt she felt from the invasion of Mikiās lips and tongue. Miki was just as gentle with this as she was with anything else, but it didnāt take from the intensity of the experience.
SheĀ definitelyĀ felt this too.
āShitāā Kurumi squirmed slightly, fingers grabbing at the sheets like they were supposed to be some sort of leverage. A low groan permeated the air, head leaning back against the pillow. This was probably the most vulnerable position she could have put herself into, huh? Miki had complete control of this one; not that Kurumi seemed to mind that much.
āMikiā¦ā
Mikiās hands rested on Kurumiās legs, thumbs gently brushing against skin as she worked steadily on the build-up that was driving Kurumi well up a wall by now. Itād probably be easier on Kurumi if it was all Miki intended on doing. She wasnāt making this easy on her, though. With a briefly applied pressure, Miki stopped afterwards, face red as she picked herself up slightly and let the back of her hand wipe at her mouth.
āKurumi,ā Miki breathed the otherās name quietly, moving on top of the girl again. She didnāt let too much time pass between having stopped and momentarily leaving Kurumi confused and flustered, and the moment her hand had moved to the inside of the girlās thigh and up to pick up where sheād left off. Teeth gently bit against the side of Kurumiās neck, a partial distraction from the slip of her fingers. PartialāKurumi let out a startled, strained noise, tense muscles squirming for a moment before relaxing again. Ā A reflexive response, maybe. Regardless of what it was, Mikiās soon adopted rhythm was sending Kurumiās body into an entirely different reaction.
Embarrassment was out the window when Kurumi felt a moan slip from her throat. She really didnāt think sheād get this weak over this, but she couldnāt get a handle on her own reactions at this point. Miki pulled away from her neck and looked her over for a moment, leaning in to kiss the corner of her lips.
āMikiā¦ā
āI love you Kurumiā¦ā Miki mumbled, letting her attention drift back to the girlās jaw line.
āNghā¦Iā¦l-love you tooā¦ā
Mikiās eyes shot open for a moment, surprised by the returned sentiment.
Sheās never said that before.
Her breath washed over Kurumiās jaw for a moment, careful not to cease her fingersā generous rhythm. It echoed in her ears for a moment, what Kurumi had said. She had to pull her attention back to Earth to realize that Kurumi couldnāt take any more of what she was doing. Rasping her teeth against Kurumiās jaw again, she gave one last effort, going still once she could feel Kurumi tensing up around her.
With a shaky groan, Kurumi arched slightly, the pulse of heat her body experienced strong enough that she was almost convinced Miki could feel it too. It wasnāt until she was finally attempting an unsteady exhale, that Miki seemed content to withdraw and lean in close again, pressing a soft, almost calming kiss to Kurumiās lips. Kurumiās eyes blinked shut and her arms wrapped around Miki weakly before returning the soft kiss with her own tired one.
āKurumiā¦what you saidā¦ā
āI said I love you.ā
Kurumi interrupted Miki, cutting her short with another kiss, and another mutter.
āI love you.ā
Hearing it more than once was like some sort ofā¦unneeded, irrational assurance on Mikiās part. But god did she want that. The more Kurumi breathed that phrase out between their kisses, the more of her heartbeat she could hear in her own ears.
āIām sorry. Iām an idiot, arenāt I?ā Kurumi asked, staring at Miki steadily. Miki exhaled, an almost shaky sound as she did so. Still, a smile tugged at her lips as she nodded softly.
āYou are. Youāre a big idiot.ā But she understood it now. Right? Mikiās message got through just fine. Kurumi knew it herself. Even if Miki had doubts she made any difference, Kurumi dispelled those doubts with every gentler, loving kiss she gave back to Miki.
āThatās why I got you, right?ā