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[ yukari shudders, reaching for the button on her jeans--

then stops and smiles at minako even as she rolls off her to stand right out of arms reach next to the bed. now she's just being mean. ]

Be right back. [ she makes her way to their closet and riffles through its contents, returning after a minute with her prizes in hand. ]

So since I love you.... [ she holds up two toys that she's retrieved from the closet. ] You get to choose. Either work for me so don't worry about that.

[ as much as yukari likes the power play, she doesn't mind sharing it sometimes. ]

[ minako practically whines as yukari rolls off of her, and gives her a look when she comes back from the closet. definitely a hugely significant choice. sure.

... but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like one of those toys better. slight differences in shape and dimensions, and all that. and god, she would have been more than satisfied if yukari had just used her fingers to start with, but this--she bites her lip, grasping her own chest and rubbing her thighs together. ]

... The black one.

[ minako only receives a shit-eating grin in response. this is obviously the most important choice of their lives. duh.

that confident smile slips off her face as she watches the gears turn in minako's head, cheeks turning red and gaze flicking from her thighs to face. yukari's composure not going to last long if this keeps up. ]

Don't, [ yukari licks her suddenly dry lips and unbuttons her jeans to step out of them as fast as possible, ] don't do that. Not when I can't--oh, my God, that's hot.

[ that slipup gets a bright laugh as minako watches her, face bright red. if yukari was gonna tease her and delay getting her panties off, she might as well give her a little bit of a show and do it herself. she hooks her thumbs into the black lace and lifts up her legs, shimmying that scrap off of her hips and up, finally casting them aside.

she parts her legs, waiting, one hand moving to touch herself. with shaky breath: ]

That's the idea. Get back over here, love.

[ from being in total control to totally losing her mind in the span of five seconds. how the turntables.

yukari does as she's told, hurrying back to the bed with a satisfied smile. yeah, okay, she broke as soon as minako started rubbing her thighs together, but she had a few minutes of glory. she places the pink toy on the nightstand and straddles her hips, leaving the black one untouched on the bed for the moment. that'll be a surprise tool for later.

in the meantime, she gently grasps minako's wrist and pins it to the bed while slipping two fingers inside of her. ]

You're so impatient, love. [ she sets a pace just slow enough to get her worked up, but no faster. ] You dish it, but you can't take it.

[ minako gasps, gently pushing her hips upwards against yukari's hand as she starts moving her fingers. she tosses her head to the side and lets out a throaty moan, pale skin flushed from the excitement. she's soaked around yukari's fingers, gripping her tightly. ]

I don't...mm, care about any of that right now... [ she turns her head, those red eyes wide, pupils slightly dilated. she reaches up with her free hand and weaves her fingers into her hair, pulling her down for a heavy kiss, desperate and needy, feeling yukari's chest press against her own. against her lips, between kisses: ] Just keep touching me. Please.

[ yukari feels her stomach drop and breathing go ragged when minako moans, already quickening her pace before she's pulled in for a kiss. to be honest, she doesn't care about the tough talk, either. not when minako looks like this and reacts like that to the curl of her fingers.

being able to touch her after weeks apart--to be asked, begged to touch her--feels like a gift. it hits yukari again just how much she's missed this. not just the sex, but the little things like stealing kisses before getting out of bed or reaching for her hand in public and knowing minako will take it without hesitation.

she releases her wrist and lightly trails her fingers from the circular scar in the middle of minako's palm, down the length of her arm, up her shoulder, and finally cupping her cheek, placing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck all the while. with each kiss, she thrusts a little deeper. yukari isn't the best with words. never has been and never will be. but she hopes minako feels what she wants to say.

anything you want. i love you more than anything. ]

[ it had been a relief to know that yukari still... wanted all of this. still wanted her, even after their time apart. minako's always placed so much work into being pretty, being the girl everyone would see and like, presenting an image people would care for.

she still finds herself wishing that she'd accepted the modeling offer that came her way, because it would be something, she would be seen and remembered. who cares if it wasn't her? she still barely knows who she really is.

but this... she doesn't just feel wanted. she feels loved. minako feels tears pricking at her eyes again, even as she lets out another sharp gasp. she can feel herself getting close, and she knows she wants more, leg hooking over yukari's waist, hips twitching up against her hand. she crosses her arm over her eyes, not wanting yukari to see, not wanting to kill the mood or risk worrying her, because the last thing in the world she wants is for her to stop— ]

[ yukari notices when minako covers her eyes, of course. she's so tuned in to everything about in this moment--how she's gasping for breath, how her leg wraps around her waist, how she feels around her fingers--that it's impossible for the act to escape her attention.

she knows minako isn't hiding her face because she isn't enjoying it, but from the emotional rawness of it all. they really are more alike than people think. they're both outgoing, athletic, charming--and both of them know to play those traits up at a moment's notice, to be "on". to deflect to keep from being seen.

they've had sex more times than yukari can count, but this feels...different. there's no feigned annoyance or over the top charm or teasing. just love, plain and simple. it burns under her skin, makes it difficult for her to breathe. she feels exposed, although neither of them are wearing anything at all. if minako would look at her now, she'd see...well, everything.

for once, yukari feels okay with someone seeing all of her. so she doesn't stop, but forces herself to slow down her thrusts so she can focus. ]

Babe. [ the endearment is so soft, so enamored that yukari can hardly believe she's the one speaking. ] Before I use it, [ 'it' being the toy from the closet, ] I wanna see you.

Let me see you, Minako. Please.

[ yukari slowing down does a lot to clear minako's head of the noise, everything that she might normally be able to numb with sex or attention but which now only roars louder.

it had hurt, when yukari left. badly. while she's happy to have her back, that wound is unhealed, just... buried. the pain is finding other ways to bubble up. minako gasps out a shaky breath, clamping around yukari's fingers at the thought of finally getting what she wants out of this, but... she finally moves her arm away, blinking back tears as she meets her eyes again, eyes appearing even redder than usual. she doesn't let go of her or pull away, not in the least.

minako takes in the sight of the girl above her, swallowing a lump in her throat. she... honestly can't remember seeing yukari so exposed before. even when they'd been like this, even when they had finally broken down and cried over everything, allowed the weight to finally fall around them, she's not sure she's ever seen her with her walls fully torn down.

she smiles, genuinely despite everything, resting her hand on yukari's cheek. ]

I love you so much. [ she shudders, tears rolling down her cheeks. ] I'm okay, don't stop—

[ yukari almost gives in for a second time that night. she almost curls her fingers and quickens her pace in the way that always tips her over the edge, lets her ride out the aftermath until she's sated, and flops onto her side to curl underneath minako's arm and listen to her heart beat as she falls asleep. she almost fools herself into thinking this is just another normal night of their relationship.

it's not. not when the hurt is so clear on her girlfriend's face, in her voice. not when yukari was the cause. she really had a talent for fucking things up everything good that happened to her, didn't she?

that's what happens when you're full of broken pieces that don't quite fit together, she figures; you cut each person that touches you and grow used to the fact they withdraw to keep from bleeding out.

she shudders when minako cups her cheek, leaning into her palm. after what she's did, after letting her see those jagged edges--she still wanted to reach out for her.

god, yukari loved her so fucking much. ]

I'm not, [ she says before kissing the inside of minako's wrist. ] I just need a second.

[ she pulls out her fingers then and backs away, immediately missing the contact, and reaches for the strap-on. inserting the flatter end inside of her is easy enough, they've done this enough times before for it to be instinctual, but she hisses anyway. a combination of nerves and being so wound up she can hardly think straight. it's probably the reason why her hands shake as she retrieves the bottle of lube from their bedside table and strokes the length of the toy to apply it, but her brain is far past the point of connecting the dots.

once she's done, she leans back in, angling the head against minako's entrance, rubbing circles on the inside of her thigh. ]

Ready?

Edited (just some editing) 2020-09-06 15:17 (UTC)

[ they can talk about the hurt later. she doesn't resent yukari for what happened, or at the very least she's trying very hard not to. for now... she's got her back. the rest doesn't matter yet. none of yukari's rough edges will ever scare her away, minako's determined of that much and wants her as she is. both the sharp and the soft parts of her.

minako nods quickly when yukari kisses her wrist, letting out a soft whine as those fingers slip out of her and letting her own fingertips linger against her girlfriend's skin as she pulls away. she watches her, and seeing yukari prep the toy is too fucking hot. her lips part slightly around the dildo's tip, dragging a slight gasp from her throat along with the contact to her thigh. ]

Babe, please— [ she wants it, yukari. bet that's a surprise after all the begging. ]

[ maybe not much of a surprise, but god, is the begging effective. a tiny smile of satisfaction ghosts across her face and her fingers dig in a little deeper on minako's thigh. usually, she's the one teased and reduced to begging for relief. being on the giving end is...fun. she'll have to keep that in mind for later.

but right now, she's tired of teasing. her breath comes out as a shaky sigh as she rolls her hips forward to set a slow pace, circles on the other girl's thigh still gentle. even the kisses she peppers along her shoulder and neck are soft and light in spite of how keyed up she feels. just the barest brush of their chests as she kisses up her jaw makes her breath hitch, but her thrusts somehow remain steady. ]

Tell me how you want me to fuck you, [ she says against the swell of her chest. yukari has an idea, but she wants to hear it so she give minako everything she asked for and then some. ]

[ minako lets out a ragged gasp as yukari pushes into her, walls spreading around the toy. her hips roll gently up against her girlfriend's in return, hooking her legs around yukari's waist and pulling her in. she tosses her head to the side, back arching slightly beneath yukari as she's lavished with attention and affection. the hand that had been on the other girl's cheek goes to her breast, gently kneading it, thumb rolling over her nipple. ]

H-harder. [ minako gasps out, eyes fluttering half-shut, breath sharply catching with each of her slow, gentle thrusts. as good as this feels... it's not enough. she wants to come undone. ]

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