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Beams of warm sunlight poured through Shinobu’s sheer purple curtains. She found herself unconsciously sticking her hand out to touch the tempting sight, her eyes catching the way the light cast a beautiful lilac-tinted glow on the back of her hand. A small smile crept onto her features, eyes crinkling in delight at the pleasant feeling.
It had been much too long since she’d been able to enjoy the feeling of an early sunny morning. Approximately 4 months from the beginning to the end of her last semester, a treacherous few months if you were to ask her. However, nothing could crush the feeling of giddy excitement that bubbled inside her with the knowledge that she’d finally be able to return home. Especially considering that she could finally see her sisters again, she’d missed them dearly, often thinking fondly of Kanae’s motherly aura and Kanao’s sweet and encouraging smile to get through tough assignments.
However, there’s also that part of her mind— the one she’s constantly trying to tamp down, that says her poor dear sisters were only a small fraction of why she was so thrilled to be home again. Far from it, actually.
A ghost of cherry blossom pink braids flash through her memories. They frame a delicate and beautiful face, twisted with unbridled joy and dusted with flecks of golden light from the beaming sun above her. The ends of her hair, dyed a fresh springy green color, make her enchanted twirling an even more enthralling sight. So sweet and alluring it was as if the world had stopped for her, paused in that perfect moment where her brain could take a snapshot she could keep forever.
The memory blurs around the edges and then fizzles out completely, and Shinobu finds herself back in her childhood bedroom, her firm mattress and plush white comforter beneath her providing just enough give to sink into. She’s embraced by the chill of the air conditioning, and that light fuzzy feeling finally clears from her head.
Kanroji Mitsuri.
A name that sparked a flame of desire and regret in Shinobu’s otherwise rather reserved heart. A woman who danced about as if the Earth's bountiful rules and expectations did not apply to her. Shinobu wondered, somewhat love-blinded, if they even should.
She then thought back to their last meeting, all tearful goodbyes and empty promises to call and check in every day, no matter what.
It’s a classic story. They’d been inseparable since they were tiny, Shinobu might even attest that she’d been infatuated with Mitsuri since before she had even gained cognitive thought. They attended the same schools, lived down the street from each other, hell, even their parents had made fast friends.
They’d both known in the back of their minds, that creeping up on them like some sort of deadly disease, was the ever-growing threat of the future. Shinobu remembers the way the sparkle drained from those jade-colored eyes the moment Shinobu had allowed it to slip that she would be attending school over 5,000 miles away. Of course, that moment of sadness was fleeting. Mitsuri took the news in stride, at least out loud.
She’d always talked about wanting to stay home, to be around where she grew up, and hopefully find the love of her life. Shinobu had withstood all of the overexcited rants about the most recent love interest that had smiled in Mitsuri’s general direction. It would be truly devastating to hear if it wasn’t for the fact that it made Mitsuri so damn happy. How she would practically glow with hope and adoration, it was hard not to smile at, even despite the fact that Shinobu was so deeply and tragically in love with her.
The problem wasn’t necessarily a sexuality crisis sort of deal, the two of them had come out to each other as bisexual early in High School. They had been especially giddy at the idea of sharing yet another thing in their lives, all smiles and hugs as they had revealed the secret practically at the same time.
Shinobu knew Mitsuri was interested in women. She was so in the know about her female romantic interests that even despite how much she enjoyed Mitsuri’s excited yapping, some things still managed to hurt anyway.
The issue at hand had more to do with Shinobu’s pathetic cowardice in all honesty. The chance that if Shinobu had somehow managed to gain the confidence to confess, that she’d have to watch in horror as the smile fell from her best friend's perfect face as the two’s relationship crumbled to dust without any real way for her to stop it.
That was what stopped her from acting on it.
She’d told herself relentlessly that if Mitsuri had felt similarly in any way, she of all people would be the one to act on it first. So, Shinobu had moved away without a word about it, and the feeling of leaving something like that undiscussed had felt suffocating in ways she’d never imagined possible.
Just as she’d built herself back up, reassured herself that seeing Mitsuri again wouldn’t completely tear her up inside like she was some sort of reverse piñata— it had instantly fallen apart.
“Shinobu! You’re really back!”
Suddenly Shinobu is wrapped in an intense hug, the smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla enveloping her senses. It was overwhelming for a moment, that familiar scent that she had desperately longed for for months was finally caressing her skin once again.
There on Mitsuri’s front doorstep, with the winds gently swaying through their hair, Shinobu had felt truly whole. Even if only for a moment.
She manages a sweet and sensible smile, followed by a flustered giggle when Mitsuri only tightens the hug and places her chin on top of Shinobu’s head. Their height difference wasn’t anything to fuss over— it wasn’t that drastic— but even at the best of times, it still had butterflies erupting in Shinobu’s stomach.
“How could you leave me like that, Kocho Shinobu?! Never again! We’ll stay like this forever if that’s what it takes!” Mitsuri lets out what’s supposed to be a fake and exaggerated cry, but to Shinobu, it sounds more like a defective ambulance siren.
Shinobu hums and allows the hug to linger, allows the warmth to envelop her. The thumping of her own heart is loud in her ears, but she chooses to focus on the soft sounds of Mitsuri’s breathing as her fake cries finally quiet. “Forever? You couldn’t stand still for more than two minutes, Mitsuri.” She grins and then laughs when Mitsuri breaks the hug to stare at her, mouth agape.
“No fair! Only like a minute in and you’re already being mean.” She turns her nose up in mock disgust, her arms folding in front of her to join the protest. “Don’t look at me.”
Shinobu doesn’t want to tear her eyes away for even a moment. Yet, the second Mitsuri peaks one eye open to gauge her reaction, Shinobu finds herself looking away at the speed of light. The flush on her cheeks is soft and hardly noticeable, yet the idea of Mitsuri spotting it and questioning it makes her flush even darker.
“Hm?” Mitsuri pokes her cheek. “What are you embarrassed about?” She sounds genuinely confused, her facade of distress quickly fading.
Nothing. Shinobu wants to scream, because it is nothing. She’s utterly floored at the prospect of being reduced to a fluttering pile of mush just being in the mere vicinity of her best friend. It’s never been this intense, never felt this disorienting, as if Mitsuri was some sort of beacon of love and light. If she’d known time apart would only worsen her affliction, she’d never have entertained the idea.
“I forgot to ask before,” She changes the subject, knowing that Mitsuri would most likely drop it without much of a push, “You said you went on a date yesterday? How was it?”
She’d grabbed at the topic without much thought, reaching into a dark and dusty folder of her brain that she tried to avoid opening on purpose. However, she expects that it’s something Mitsuri will become easily distracted by. She figured if it all went to hell and it only gained her a 30-minute rant about another person that wasn’t Shinobu gaining Mitsuri’s affection, at least she’d be graced with the presence of her smile.
Her confusion and concern twists into surprise and then— pain? Her eyebrows crease and her lips droop into a frown. Shinobu panics.
“Mitsuri?” She tries her best to lock their gazes now that Mitsuri is once again avoiding it. This time, however, it didn’t feel quite as playful. “Something happened? What did they do?”
She felt it then, that boiling hot anger that only surfaced at the most inconvenient of times. The last thing she needed to do was be angry, not now. Not when it’s been this long, she can’t blow a gasket the moment she’s returned from college. What would Mitsuri think then?
“Sorry.” Mitsuri attempts a smile again, and it’s sort of convincing. “Nothing too interesting. Some things just don’t play out the way you hoped they would.” Their eyes meet for the smallest of seconds, and in that time Shinobu searches for a deeper meaning behind that statement. The moment is too quick, and Mitsuri’s gaze returns to the floor.
“They must’ve said something. They always have to open their filthy fucking mouth.” Shinobu feels her resolve crack, and she surprises even herself when the words leave her mouth. “Who was it this time? Some undeserving man-child whose ego-fueled delusion has pushed him past the brink of reality?”
Mitsuri puts a hand on her shoulder, and it’s as if her anger and frustration were being sucked up through a straw. They’re able to make eye contact again, and it’s then that Shinobu feels a weight form in her chest. Mitsuri was looking at her like she needed consoling, like she needed to be talked down from the edge .
Maybe she did, but right now she was meant to be the one comforting her friend, bitter jealousy aside.
“ Ugh . You get what I mean.” She grabs Mitsuri by her wrist and gives it a light squeeze before she releases it. “Anyways, let’s get inside now. Getting too breezy out here.”
Mitsuri’s bedroom is almost like she’d remembered it. It hadn’t been so long that she’d forgotten entirely, but something was definitely off.
“You got rid of stuff.” She comments, honestly not meaning to sound as dejected as she did. She remembers the walls being less empty, and she especially remembers the abundance of plushies she kept on her bed despite hardly fitting there herself.
Mitsuri is busy shoving a box into her closet, but she looks over her shoulder to address the comment.
“You noticed that? I was just planning on doing some redecorating!” She opens her closet again despite having just closed it. Shinobu sits down on Mitsuri’s neatly made bed with a heavy sigh, she can feel exhaustion seeping into her bones. It’s hard to ignore now that her initial adrenaline had worn off.
Even still, she smiles softly when Mitsuri starts to drag a large box from her closet. She huffs and tosses a braid over her shoulder while she opens it. Everything seems to slow for a moment as Shinobu watches her. She itches to break the silence, to finally give in and just ask about Mitsuri’s stupid date. Mitsuri has never held back on the opportunity to talk about one, she’s always excited, even when something doesn’t work out.
“Mitsuri.” She calls. The other woman only hums, a simple show of acknowledgment, and it isn’t enough.
“Mitsuri.” She calls again, voice deeper and more demanding.
In the next moment, she’s staring into a pair of green eyes, swimming with a mix of surprise and confusion. Her cheeks have the faintest hint of pink to them, she looks as if she’s just been caught with her hand in a damn cookie jar. Shinobu would normally laugh at something so ridiculous, but right now her mind could only focus on one thing.
“What happened on your date and why won’t you tell me about it?”
Mitsuri blinks, and then she looks down at her box again. She mutters under her breath, something dismissive, and it’s not enough. It’s like they’re back at square one, and honestly, Shinobu can’t stand it any longer.
“You’re worrying me, y’know. How am I supposed to drop this when you won’t even look at me while you’re lying to me?”
She slides off the bed and slinks to her knees. It’s only now that Shinobu can truly ignore that flighty feeling in her chest, can finally ignore the quickening of her heartbeat as she draws closer. Mitsuri watches her gently slide the box out of the way and sit across from her.
The resounding silence is practically deafening, chilling to the bone in a way that makes both of them want to squirm. Exactly one minute passes and nothing transpires, just labored breathing and uncomfortable shifting. Shinobu can sense that Mitsuri is building up to something, trying to force out an answer, and when the quiet finally snaps, she has her full attention.
“She was very nice. Beautiful, as well.” Mitsuri says, fiddling with her fingers. “It— She… um.”
Shinobu can only reach across, breaching the space between the two of them to place a comforting hand on Mitsuri’s knee. It’s meant to calm her, let her know that everything is going to be ok. She yanks her hand back like she’s touched fire when it appears to have the opposite effect.
Mitsuri scoots backward an inch, eyes filled with what can only be described as fear. Shinobu cannot for the life of her understand what could possibly be causing such a reaction, but she can only continue with steady reassurance. She will wait as long as it takes, for Mitsuri’s sake.
“Something was missing…” She continues, her voice unsure. “I felt safe and definitely was not harmed at all if that’s what you were wondering.”
Shinobu feels the weight of a building lift from her shoulders, and she breathes out harshly in pure relief. She hadn’t been harmed, she was safe. Calm down.
She doesn’t speak yet, can’t think of a reply in all honesty, hoping that Mitsuri can fill in the silence with a bit more explanation.
“I just thought that maybe—“ Mitsuri shakes off the end of her sentence and groans in frustration. “It’ll never be the same.” The two meet each other's eyes, and the next words to leave her mouth have Shinobu’s head spinning.
“ She wasn’t you. ”
There are so many things Shinobu could have guessed would be the outcome of this conversation. So many that she was expertly prepared to talk her best friend through. This clearly was not one of them.
She wants to rationalize it, say that she only means it in a completely normal and platonic way. Of course. Mitsuri is her best friend, it’d make sense if she subconsciously looked for characteristics of Shinobu in the people she dates. It wouldn’t be weird at all.
“None of them were ever you, Shinobu. I think I’m finally ready to admit that I’ve just been wasting years of my life on something that’s clearly getting me nowhere.”
The thumping of her own heartbeat practically shakes her skeleton about in her skin, and the adrenaline-anxiety mixture that fogs up her brain almost feels like a sugar rush.
Mitsuri seems to share her anxiety, if the obvious uncomfortable twist of her facial features is anything to go by.
“Mitsuri.” Shinobu exhales harshly through her nose as she grapples with what to say. “What is it that you’re trying to tell me, exactly?”
Mitsuri leans forward for a moment, her tousled bangs hiding her expression. It sets Shinobu’s nerves on fire.
“You’re such a good friend to me, you know? You’d really make an amazing girlfriend… someday.”
The words rattle around in her skull for a moment, and all she can do is squint through her eyelashes and past that stray lock of hair that had found its way in front of her eyes. She finally really sees the situation as it really is, and decides for the sake of both of them that she can allow herself to read between the lines. Just this once.
“Someday? As in a day that isn’t today? Not right now?”
Mitsuri glances up at her, eyes wide and filled with so many vast and complex emotions impossible to decipher with just a single look.
“Because you’re giving me pretty loaded mixed signals. It’s hard to think you mean any day but today, Mitsuri.”
Mitsuri looks genuinely shocked for a passing moment until she decides that she’d rather do anything else but make eye contact with the girl across from her. Shinobu knows how flustered she’s become, has been able to pick up on Mitsuri’s quirks over the many years they’d been friends. She can’t help but smirk as everything clicks into place.
She’s playing coy.
“I see.” Shinobu continues, voice dripping with a dangerous amount of seduction. She’s curious— how much would it take to push her sweet best friend over the edge?
Mitsuri bristles the moment she feels Shinobu’s cold fingertips crest over her knee. Goosebumps erupt all over her arms, and the thumping of her heartbeat plays a lovesick rhythm. She’d given her signals, and she should know better than anyone that Shinobu is not one to back down from an opportunity so clearly displayed for her.
“You’ve thought about it, have you?” Shinobu pushes, teasing. “Just how amazing of a girlfriend I would be? Do you know how many different ways I can prove that to you?”
Her hand creeps inwards, brushing against the softer skin closer to her inner thighs. She can feel Mitsuri tremble, can see how red the tips of her ears have become. It’s astonishing how easy it was to get here, and Shinobu is selfish enough to take even more. That nagging voice of denial and fear, it had silenced some time ago.
“Answer me, Mitsuri.” She calls sweetly, but anyone could easily read it for what it really was. A demand.
Mitsuri shakes her head, braids swaying around her in a manner that would be distracting if Shinobu wasn’t so focused. Mitsuri seals her mouth shut rather childishly, jade green eyes closed just as tightly.
Shinobu’s hand abandons Mitsuri’s leg in favor of holding onto her hand, the touch is deceptively gentle, a play meant to distract. It works, just as Shinobu had expected, and she seizes the opportunity the moment Mitsuri opens her eyes.
The look they share is intimacy in its purest form, the two women feeling instantly connected, despite that simple soft touch. All Shinobu can do is put every ounce of sincerity into that one look. Can only pray that Mitsuri will understand how serious she is.
“ Yes. ”
That little word settles into the air, lingering and whispering unsaid promises into Shinobu’s ear. A rush of emotion too grand to put into words settles in her chest, constricting her heart until it becomes unbearable. She abandons all rationale and surges forward, the delicate press of lips to lips silencing any and all hesitation.
Kissing Mitsuri is like chewing on bubble gum, obnoxiously sweet and yet horribly addictive. Her lip gloss alone tastes of sugared berries.
The soft moan Mitsuri releases is one of surprise more than anything, yet Shinobu finds that it sends a shiver through her body all the same. The awkward angle interrupts the moment fairly quickly, and Shinobu mourns her lips the moment they part.
The sight of her best friend like this, red and dazed from being kissed, Shinobu doesn’t know how she ever lived without seeing it. Perhaps she’s impatient and greedy, but she needs to know Mitsuri’s every reaction, study every sound that she’s willing to give. To have her wholly.
“Are you gonna let me fuck you, baby?”
It’s certainly a bold question, but Shinobu has close to no reason to hold back anymore. Especially not when Mitsuri, her sweet understanding Mitsuri, is flushed cherry red and nodding as enthusiastically as possible.
“Yeah? You gonna sit back and let me take you?” She leans closer, palms braced against the carpet.
“ Shinobu… ” Mitsuri’s eyes widen, but she stays rooted in place. Shinobu tilts her chin up with a single finger, feeling something come over her as she stares down at Mitsuri’s pretty face. She seems so willing, leaning into Shinobu’s touch with encouraging enthusiasm.
Shinobu wonders why she wants to break her so badly.
Shinobu grins, something tied between desire and barely there hesitation dancing behind her eyes. Her mind is clouded, thoughts unorganized as all she can think about is Mitsuri’s parted lips, her eyes focusing on the way the light catches the gentle smear of lip gloss at the corner of her mouth.
Shinobu leans forward and kisses her again, one hand sliding to the base of Mitsuri’s neck. Her hands are cold and Mitsuri shivers, but she accepts the kiss easily, a contented moan escaping her throat.
Shinobu kisses her like she’s starved for it, gone is the timid softness of their first kiss, replaced with what can only be described as a filthy makeout. It’s intoxicating, Shinobu feels delirious as Mitsuri climbs onto her lap and wraps her arms around her neck.
Mitsuri gasps out a stuttered moan and pulls her lips away as she begins to grind down against Shinobu’s thigh. Shinobu nearly combusts when Mitsuri simply doesn’t stop , grinding desperately against the rough denim of Shinobu’s jeans. Her skirt rides up her thighs, pink fabric bunching around her waist and exposing her smooth legs.
“Shinobu—!” Her name falls from her lips, sounding damn near pornographic.
Shinobu clicks her tongue, she’s not about to let her get what she wants so easily, that wouldn’t be very fun. Mitsuri whines in protest when her hips are forcefully stopped, held in place with a surprisingly firm grip. Something that sounds like a quiet no is breathed into the air, and Shinobu can’t help but smile knowingly.
“No? You don’t want to play by my rules?” She frowns and places a gentle hand on Mitsuri’s cheek, temporarily releasing her hold on her hips. Mitsuri looks at her suspiciously, but remains still. “That's too bad. Maybe I should just leave you here? Let you hump against a pillow while you think of me fucking you out of your mind, hm?”
Mitsuri looks shocked, at the proposition or just the fact that Shinobu was capable of saying such things, she isn’t sure. Then something like panic settles into her features when Shinobu makes no move to take her words back. She shakes her head vehemently and adjusts herself on Shinobu’s lap until she’s no longer straddling her thigh.
“No— I’ll listen! I’ll do whatever you want, promise.”
Shinobu hums, pleased at her eagerness. “Why don’t you go lay on the bed then, yeah?” She accentuates it with a soft pat on her ass, to which Mitsuri blushes madly as she gets up to do as she’s told.
Mitsuri is truly too beautiful for this world, laid out on her bed, flushed all the way down to her neck. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth and her eyes are half-lidded as she watches Shinobu climb on top of her. It’s entirely too sinful, and she can’t help but let her eyes trail down to Mitsuri’s chest, her low-cut top fitting her just a little too well.
“You have no idea…” She breathes, “What you do to me.”
Mitsuri whines when Shinobu places a sweet kiss on her cheek, then slowly moves down over her neck and finally to the soft skin of her breasts. She can feel Mitsuri shiver beneath her, back arching and pressing her chest closer to Shinobu’s face.
Shinobu’s hands wander to any place she can reach, her waist, down to her hips, and back up to cup her breasts in each hand. Mitsuri places a hand over one of hers and looks up at her, clearly embarrassed.
Shinobu suppresses a smile, her opposite hand finding a lock of pink hair to tuck behind Mitsuri’s ear.
“Embarrassed? You shouldn’t be. Not after the stunt you pulled earlier.”
“Shinobu…”
She kisses the top of Mitsuri’s breast again, and then sucks a mark into the skin just above her collarbone.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” She whispers next to her ear. Then she presses her knee against Mitsuri’s center, feeling the warmth of her pussy through her satin panties. Mitsuri jerks away from the touch, biting back a whimper before she covers her mouth entirely.
The taste of pleasure leaves the poor girl trembling against the sheets and unconsciously parting her legs. Shinobu feels a sick sense of satisfaction at reducing her best friend to such a mess, her best friend who has way more control over her than she currently realizes.
“That’s not an answer, is it?” She presses her knee firmly against her core again, relishing in the indignant shriek it forces from Mitsuri’s throat. “You can be a good girl, can’t you, Mitsuri?”
“ Yes —! I-I’ll be a good girl…” Shinobu can see how hard she’s trying not to press herself closer, her fingers clutching at the sheets so tightly it was a wonder they hadn’t torn. “I want you to touch me, please.” She says quietly, voice strained.
Shinobu would take pity on her, if not for the fact that teasing her was way more entertaining.
“Hm? Where?” She grazes one of her breasts, her touch featherlight across the fabric of her blouse. “Here?”
Mitsuri, too embarrassed to ask for what she really wants, nods her head quickly.
“Take this off.” Shinobu demands, curtly, tugging at the bottom of her flimsy blouse.
Mitsuri whines again, shifting around to easier remove it. She inadvertently presses herself down against Shinobu’s knee again and all but crumbles back down against the bed. Shinobu, apparently on a mean streak, rubs her knee into her pussy again. She’s undoubtedly high off of emotions, lusting after your best friend all your life will do that, but the soft whimpers and high-pitched moans make nothing else matter.
“Well? Go on.” She can’t help but smirk and lean back, giving her room to do as she was told.
“C-Can’t— Shinobu, please…” She begs, finally allowing herself to grind down the best that she can.
Shinobu swallows around nothing, her arousal building up to almost unbearable levels. However, she doesn’t want to stop, not when Mitsuri looks this beautiful so close to tears.
“You will.” Shinobu stops moving her knee and pulls it out of range.
Mitsuri exhales deeply, her palm pressed against her chest as she steadies her breathing. A beat goes by and then she’s pulling at the edges of her blouse, turning away shyly when the clothing is finally discarded onto the floor. Her bra is a pretty blue color, and Shinobu’s mind runs wild with how tightly it hugs her breasts.
She gets her hands on them immediately, nearly groaning at how ridiculously soft they feel. Mitsuri still has her face turned away, but Shinobu pays it no mind. It won’t be too hard to get her attention again.
“S-Shinobu!” Mitsuri gasps when Shinobu simply yanks the annoying garment down over her breasts, the straps slipping off of her shoulders.
Shinobu puts a nipple into her mouth without any further preamble, loudly sucking on it until it’s stiff and wet with her saliva. Mitsuri’s back instantly arches off the bed, and she can’t stop herself when she unknowingly holds Shinobu’s head down.
“ Please, please, please…” She moans around the finger she’d bitten down on, all the while her other hand is fisted in Shinobu’s hair, nearly yanking it out of its ponytail.
Shinobu bites down lightly around her nipple, and it gets Mitsuri to let go. Shinobu grins as the girl beneath her squirms again, pouting like she’s been betrayed.
“Please, what?” She purrs, running her hand gently down her side. Mitsuri makes eye contact for the first time in a while and bites her lip in a way that makes Shinobu want to kiss her senseless.
She needs Mitsuri to beg, needs her to shamelessly ask to be touched, because after all of this senseless pining, it would be great to finally hear things plainly spelled out.
When she’s not immediately rewarded with what she’s been craving, she meanly presses her knee right back against Mitsuri’s pussy. Perhaps she’d done it a bit harder than necessary, if Mitsuri’s undignified squeal was anything to go by, but Shinobu found that she quite liked the panicked, fear-stricken look in her eyes.
“Use your fucking words.” She commands as she harshly pulls at Mitsuri’s nipple.
Mitsuri’s back arches beautifully, but the pained whimper that echoes against the walls of her bedroom is far more tantalizing.
“Please— touch my pussy!” Mitsuri finds her voice quick enough to finally beg, and oh, it’s music to Shinobu’s ears. “M’so wet for you…” She continues, much quieter.
“Hm. I know, baby.” Shinobu responds, voice a soothing blanket that contrasts with her cruel actions. “I can feel it.” She’s pressing her knee right back where it had been moments earlier, and Mitsuri releases a sound that's eerily similar to a sob.
“No, no—“ Mitsuri gasps, writhing desperately against the sheets. “N-Not your knee…”
Shinobu feels a spike of arousal settle in her gut as Mitsuri looks up at her with eyes full of unshed tears, eyebrows pulled together, distressed. It’s all-consuming, the need to ruin her further.
“No? Let me guess, you want my fingers?” Shinobu ghosts her fingertips down the length of Mitsuri’s pale stomach, stopped only by the waistband of her skirt. “Want me to fuck them into your greedy little cunt while I suck on your clit, hm?”
Shinobu is yanking down the zipper of Mitsuri’s skirt and pulling it down over her thighs and past her ankles before the other woman can finish processing what she’s just said.
The matching pair of blue panties have a generous wet patch that Shinobu immediately zeros in on.
“You’re soaking through your panties, baby. Is it that hard to control yourself?”
Mitsuri stares up at her through her lashes, eyes glazed over. Shinobu didn’t seem to be looking for a response anyways, as she moves backwards an inch and lowers her face in between Mitsuri’s legs. She blows against the wet patch, and the cold feeling sends an unexpected shiver through the woman beneath her.
Shinobu gets a grip under her thighs and pushes them up until they’re practically flush with Mitsuri’s torso. The compromising position is something that Mitsuri instantly notices.
“T-Thats, um—“ She squeaks, and then instantly swallows her protests when Shinobu mouths at her covered pussy, sucking on her through the fabric and dampening it further. “ Shinobu—!” She yelps, instead.
Shinobu moans at the taste of her, entirely too arousing even through the thin barrier. She presses her tongue against her clit, and somehow the rough cloth makes it feel even more intense. Shinobu is expecting it when her hearing is muffled by Mitsuri’s thighs closing tightly around her head, had been anticipating it, even.
Shinobu feels strangely grounded there, every sound almost completely blocked out as she loses herself in the feeling, the idea, of bringing pleasure to the woman of her dreams. It’s unreal and it’s overwhelming, and then Mitsuri is shaking and trembling in ways not unlike how she had been before. She squeezes around Shinobu’s head just slightly tighter before she’s released entirely.
Mitsuri paws at Shinobu’s face mindlessly, pushing and pulling as if she’s not exactly sure what she really wants, but her legs fall open, and Shinobu looks up at her as her mouth retreats.
“Oh, baby. Did you cum, already?”
It feels dangerous— to speak down to her like this. To look at the woman she adores and want nothing more than to make her sob. It’s such an unfamiliar feeling. It’s certainly a discussion meant to be had before you bed one another, but Mitsuri is so sweet and willing and Shinobu just wants to take and take and take.
She chances a look down between Mitsuri’s thighs, and the sight is nothing short of entrancing . Her panties, that ruined scrap of fabric, drenched with a mix of saliva and the after-effects of Mitsuri’s orgasm. The only thing stopping her from going back in is Mitsuri’s gentle palm on her cheek, a pleading gesture to allow her time to breathe .
“What a pity, I wanted to play with you a bit more.” Shinobu eyes Mitsuri’s debauched expression next, and she can say with certainty that she’s never seen her quite so enchanting.
“You still can— just… I need a moment.” Mitsuri breathes out, voice quivering.
“Oh, really? I never pictured you so insatiable.”
“I could never have enough of you, Shinobu.”
It’s the first properly coherent sentence that Mitsuri had managed in the last 10 minutes, and Shinobu’s heart practically bursts.
“You—“ Shinobu shifts her weight around, leaning forward until her hands are pressed into the mattress on either side of Mitsuri’s head. “Are going to regret those words.”
They kiss passionately, hurried and messy, fueled by unbidden lust and desire. Shinobu sucks on Mitsuri’s tongue like she’s trying to devour her, and maybe she is.
She’s so lost in her ministrations that she can’t help but gasp and pull away when Mitsuri’s curious fingers are sliding under her top and grazing the underside of her covered breasts. She doesn’t stop it, wouldn’t dare to, but she does pause to gaze at her with an intrigued smile.
Mitsuri really doesn’t need to ask when Shinobu knows. Can see it in her desperate searching eyes and feel it in her hesitant movements, how badly she wants to touch just as she had been. How badly she wants to give despite already being taken from.
Shinobu makes a breathy sound too similar to a laugh, and then she’s pulling the offending article of clothing over her head and dropping it uncaringly to the ground. Mitsuri doesn’t meet her eyes, too busy trailing them over Shinobu’s uncovered torso for the first time in such a sensual context.
Admittedly it’s a bit silly to be sitting there between her thighs in nothing but a bra and jeans, but what state of undress doesn’t feel slightly unusual.
“Where’s your mind gone, hm?” Shinobu calls out, like she’s coaxing the woman beneath her from a dream filled sleep.
Mitsuri looks back up at her like she’s been caught, and it’s frustratingly endearing.
“I want to touch you too… Please , Shinobu— want to make you feel good.” Her hands become more confident as they find her hips, pulling her forward as though she’s encouraging Shinobu to sit on her.
“Oh? Is that what you want?” Shinobu tilts her head and places her own hands over Mitsuri’s own, gentle yet firm. “Can’t very well do that in jeans, now can we?” She smiles, somewhat condescending.
Mitsuri whines and looks down at the front of Shinobu’s pants, as if she somehow hadn’t thought of that. Her impatience is adorable, charming and sweet just like everything else about her.
Shinobu is getting up belatedly, ignoring Mitsuri’s quiet noise of displeasure as she loses her warmth.
She couldn’t get the damn pants off faster, but when she does, her panties come with them. She glances at Mitsuri, still waiting patiently on the bed, and smiles when the other woman quickly looks away. She’d ended up removing her bra while Shinobu was occupied, and the sight of her completely bare is like nothing she could have ever dreamed up.
“You can look, baby. You’ll have your face in it if you get your way, anyways.” She climbs back onto the bed, settling her legs on either side of Mitsuri’s hips.
Mitsuri flushes red to the very tips of her ears, forced to look back at Shinobu as her weight settles on top of her. Her jaw drops open slightly and her hands instinctively settle onto her waist.
“You’re so—“ She starts, blinking rapidly like she’s trying to wake herself up. “ So pretty. ” Mitsuri all but moans.
Shinobu hums appreciatively, although she’s damn near about to faint at just that breathy tone itself, let alone the actual words being said to her.
“Receiving compliments from the sun herself, am I?” She teases, running a cold finger from beneath Mitsuri’s ear to the tip of her chin.
“But the moon is just as beautiful.” Mitsuri is quick to respond, her hand catching Shinobu’s to press her palm against her cheek.
Shinobu feels her heart skip a beat, and tingles suddenly break out all over her arms. It’s terribly cheesy, but when spoken with such conviction, it’s hard to find the room to think about that.
Mitsuri— embarrassed by her own words, releases her hand and attempts to pull Shinobu forward, eyes focused solely on where Shinobu’s wetness makes contact with her stomach.
“Hm. Romantic, and impatient.”
She’s no longer entertained with a response, just a pair of hungry green eyes that have long since forgotten the concept of shame.
“I want you to pinch me when you need to stop.” Shinobu affirms. “Ok? Tell me you understand.”
Mitsuri nods, then realizes she’s expected to speak and squeaks out, “ Yes . Of course.”
There's a brief pause as Shinobu sits with the reality of what she’s about to do. She’s about to sit on her best friend's face and use her like she’s some sort of toy. It’s impossible to remember how many times she’s imagined this, how many times she’d settled into her own bed and teased herself relentlessly with the image of Mitsuri’s beautiful face and perfect body at the forefront of her mind.
She’s hovering over Mitsuri’s willing mouth in the next moment, bracing her palms against the wall in front of her and wishing there was something she could grab onto. It was the first time she’d felt vulnerable since they had started this whole endeavor, and Shinobu can’t decide if that excites or terrifies her.
Mitsuri shocks her right out of her thoughts with a rather perfectly timed yank on her hips, forcing Shinobu’s aching cunt directly onto her waiting tongue. Her thighs spread open in a way that's only slightly uncomfortable, but it’s quickly covered up by the searing hot sensation of that wet muscle caressing her sensitive clit.
Shinobu wants to retaliate, wants to somehow deal out a punishment for the unexpected action, but where would she ever find the time for that now? She settles for pulling at Mitsuri’s pink hair instead, which is enough of a reprimand in its own regard.
“ Fuck. You little—!” Mitsuri delivers a harsh suck to her clit, moaning whorishly at the taste, and Shinobu suddenly can’t catch up with her own words.
Mitsuri eats her out in a way that should make her jealous, should make her wonder how many times she’s had to practice to be this good, but she can’t be anything but thankful as that experienced little tongue presses against her entrance. She pushes it inside with minimal effort, effectively fucking her with it.
Shinobu looks down at Mitsuri pinned beneath her, and notices the way her eyes plead for something more . The way her eyebrows crease together as her gaze pierces into the woman on top of her.
“ Baby. Yes— that’s a good girl.”
Mitsuri’s eyelids flutter shut almost instantly, having received what she so clearly wanted. Shinobu is only left to wonder how she hasn’t begged to be allowed to breathe again.
“That what you wanted?” Shinobu asks, pulling at Mitsuri’s hair again when her eyes remain closed. They snap open immediately, shiny with tears that have finally begun to fall. “My good girl. You’re fucking perfect, aren’t you?”
Mitsuri sucks loudly at Shinobu’s pussy, her tongue retreating back into her mouth for a brief moment before she’s pressing it up against her clit again. She’s whining openly into her leaking cunt, simultaneously taking in the heady scent of her arousal and the satisfying words of praise.
“You’re a natural at that, a-aren’t you?” Shinobu’s composure falters, something Mitsuri takes great joy in as she licks more aggressively, sure and determined.
“ God— Fuck!” Shinobu feels that coil of built-up arousal snap .
Her hips stutter, and she can’t help but hold Mitsuri’s head steady and grind desperately on that fucking tongue, still eagerly lapping up her juices.
She’s quickly pulling away afterward, twitching in oversensitivity, and Mitsuri is staring straight up at her with the most aggravatingly pleased expression Shinobu has ever seen on her. Her chin is wet and her hair is a wreck, honestly, she’s a deplorable mess— but that’s nothing, if not encouraging.
Shinobu says not a word. To save her own dignity, most likely. Nevertheless, she’s certainly not going to waste another moment when she could be several fingers deep in a warm pussy by now.
Mitsuri gasps out loud when Shinobu unceremoniously forces those ruined panties down her legs, leaving them wrapped around one ankle in her haste to get them out of the way.
“Look at you.” Of course, Shinobu couldn’t remain silent for much longer. “How are you even real?”
It doesn’t take very much effort to pry Mitsuri’s legs apart, for she was just as eager as Shinobu herself. She slides her fingers through the wetness there, coating them in it thoroughly before she’s easily sliding a finger into her. It’s smooth and fucking hot , and then Mitsuri is forcing her body onto that lone finger, pleading like some greedy whore.
“Not enough, baby?” Shinobu teases another finger at her opening.
The poor girl shakes her head, whining and whimpering so pathetically that Shinobu actually feels some sense of satisfaction. Perhaps this is payback for being maddeningly skilled with that damn tongue.
“Of course it’s not enough, it never would be, hm?”
There's suddenly two more fingers joining the first, and Mitsuri is a tight sheath of pure velvet around Shinobu’s fingers.
Mitsuri sobs, those pretty tears spilling over her red cheeks like the most tragic waterfall. Shinobu pauses, worried for just a moment that she’s gone too far too quickly, but then Mitsuri is fucking back onto those new intrusions just the same.
“N-Need— it… please! Faster…” Mitsuri begs, and clutches at Shinobu’s wrist to try and do it for her.
“Greedy slut.” Shinobu spits.
Mitsuri keens, eyes widening and thighs parting unconsciously. A rather frightening smile splits across Shinobu’s face as she starts to fuck her in earnest.
“You like that? Being a needy little whore?” Her movements are quick and precise, calculated and exquisite. Mitsuri has long since stopped trying to assist, and that unavailing hand slips away to twist into the sheets instead.
“Yes! Yes!” Mitsuri chants, shamelessly.
Those fingers don’t stop, continuously slapping against her sopping cunt until it’s dripping all over the bed beneath them. It’s so much in fact, that Shinobu wonders if she could really manage what she thinks is about to happen.
She abruptly pulls her fingers free and starts to rub at Mitsuri’s clit like a woman possessed. Those same three fingers attack her clit from side to side as she stares down at her pussy, expectant.
Mitsuri seizes up, crying out like there aren’t any neighbors for miles, and then fucking squirts . Shinobu watches, enraptured, as clear fluid squirts out of her cunt in erratic bursts. It soils her forearm, sloshing everywhere as she continues her assault on Mitsuri’s swollen clit.
The rush of liquid stops after a few moments, and Mitsuri’s knees snap together with a loud clack that must’ve hurt. It forces Shinobu’s hand to pause, trapped between her thighs, just where it ought to be.
“You really— Mitsuri. ” Shinobu gapes, staring down at the heaving woman underneath her like she’s just grown a second head.
Mitsuri covers her face, burning bright red with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t know I could do that!” She shrieks.
Shinobu gently coaxes her hand from its prison, and it’s impossible not to notice how drenched it is. Then she glances down at the sheets, at the literal puddle that's slowly fading into a dark patch as it seeps into the fabric.
“I knew we’d have to change the sheets regardless, but you made sure it would be worth it, didn’t you?”
Mitsuri actually kicks at her for that, but Shinobu catches her ankle before she can cause any real damage.
“You think you have another orgasm in you, baby?” Shinobu settles right in between her legs, and Mitsuri doesn’t cause much of a fuss about it.
She peeks out from beneath her hands, much too cute. Shinobu releases her ankle and leans forward to pull those pesky hands away from Mitsuri’s pretty, tear-stained face. She’s already so terribly ruined, picked apart from the bone and left bare and helpless before the woman ready to do it all over again.
“You squirting all over my arm was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Shinobu breathes out. “I don’t think I’m quite done with you.”
Mitsuri looks positively terrified as Shinobu pulls her a few inches forward and then pushes one of her legs upwards. It’s clear to both of them now what Shinobu intends to do, and Mitsuri whimpers brokenly.
Shinobu adjusts herself until their wet cunts press together, sloppy and delicious. Mitsuri’s inner thighs are still coated with droplets of her squirt from earlier, and just thinking back on that scene has Shinobu immediately setting a steady pace as she ruts against that decedent heat.
Mitsuri returns the movements, slower but not any less eager. Shinobu grinds her hips down more frantically every second, and they both yelp loudly when their clits press together harshly. It’s overwhelming, almost unbearably so, but it’s a painful pleasure that just makes her want to torture herself. Torture them both.
“Sh-Shinobu— It’s… Mmh!” Mitsuri cries, sounding well and truly fucked stupid.
Shinobu responds with nothing but her own desperate moans, loud and high-pitched. The slide is much too wet, frictionless and yet somehow still so satisfying. Mitsuri is shaking, trembling as hiccuped sobs are ripped from the back of her throat.
“T-Too much! Shinobu !”
“ Mitsuri. Go on— Gonna squirt for me again, baby?”
Mitsuri can only nod quickly in confirmation, her hips stuttering and her movements getting quicker as she chases her release. Shinobu feels it too, her impending orgasm rapidly approaching, but she’s bound and determined to get Mitsuri to come undone first.
She feels it before she sees it, the gush of liquid that drowns their lower halves and causes the filthiest squelching sounds.
“Oh my god— You’re fucking unreal…” Shinobu feels herself break, swimming in Mitsuri’s slowly quieting moans as she grinds down firmly that last couple of times. It’s all she needs, and then she’s doubling over, barely managing to catch herself before she crashes onto Mitsuri’s chest.
Heavy breathing fills the room, silenced only momentarily when Mitsuri places a soft kiss on Shinobu’s lips. It’s chaste and sweet, much too innocent for a time like this, but what kind of monster would she be if Shinobu didn't smile and do it right back?
She unwinds herself from between Mitsuri’s legs, sighing deeply before she settles down next to her for a momentary respite. Shinobu’s cheek rests on Mitsuri’s naked breast, warm and soft if not a little sweaty.
“I love you, Mitsuri. I love you like I’ve never loved another soul.” Shinobu admits wholeheartedly, tilting her head to catch Mitsuri’s reaction.
“I love you too. So much. I’m… sorry it took me so long to realize.”
“Hm. What was it that made you realize, anyways?”
Mitsuri turns red and looks away, the hand that settled over Shinobu’s waist shifting uncomfortably.
“My date was… a bit taller than me. It just made me think that— um, she wouldn’t fit into my arms… like you do.”
“ Right . Well, if I’m so small, then how come you were the one underneath me this whole time?”
Mitsuri squeaks.
“I never called you small! ”