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It was getting harder to control.
After work the two would usually return to the empty apartment Mizuki had begun renting a few weeks ago (or sometimes the Kuranushi residence on the odd nights that Boss would be off to Kabukicho), to spend time together alone. Of course, they spent a lot of time together already and with others after the incident at the stadium had been all cleared up, but as the two girls grew closer, they needed more alone time for their intimacy. That’s when Mizuki took Date up on his suggestion to move out.
Mizuki had proposed moving in together to Bibi, however she seemed reluctant on the idea of moving out of Boss’s house. Mizuki never questioned or pushed the issue any further than that. Although it was disappointing, she wanted to respect Bibi’s boundaries. They’d only reunited with one another a few months ago, after all.
So more often than not, they’d arrive in the door of Mizuki’s apartment and cuddle up on the couch together, occasionally exchanging a few gentle pecks, short and chaste. Mizuki was content with how things were, but she couldn’t help but crave more. She wanted the warm feeling in her chest, heart fluttering when their lips would touch to last just a little longer. She wanted to see and feel Bibi in a way no one else would.
That craving fueled Mizuki’s courageousness into attempting a cautious step further each night. When Bibi would begin to lean back to pull away, she’d daringly grab her shoulders to pull her back in, enjoying the vibration of the sound of surprise against her lips. And it only continued there, soon progressing from a quick touch of lips to moving their mouths against each other’s, even allowing a slip of tongue in before sudden wandering hands; Mizuki always looked forward to coming home after a long day at ABIS.
However, no matter how much progress they made, Bibi would excuse herself, grabbing her belongings to mutter about how late it was before rushing out the door. Mizuki would try to not show both her disappointment and guilt. She didn’t want to pressure Bibi into going further with her if she wasn’t comfortable with the idea of having sex. Mizuki was mainly just glad to have Bibi in her life again.
But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t stop her mind from running off on her, fantasizing just a little. She had no control over the fact that every time Bibi would run off, she was painfully turned on—it was her brain’s fault, not hers! As someone still young and growing, it was just natural to think about those kinds of things sometimes, right?
After Bibi would return home, Mizuki would fall asleep not long after. What started off as a few innocent dreams here and there turned into long nights of yearning. Mizuki couldn’t deny that her body wanted more; it was like watching a soap opera. Every night felt like a new cliffhanger, and although she’d enjoyed everything that’s happened thus far, she awaited the climax patiently.
Bibi practically haunted Mizuki’s dreams each night. Vivid images of those delicate hands moving lightly against her skin, feeling slowly up the inside of her thighs. Mizuki would pull away to grab her by the arms, pinning them above her head by the wrists, enjoying the rush of adrenaline surging through her body as Bibi would gasp, a mixture of surprise and excitement. Mizuki would waste no time using her tongue to explore every inch of Bibi’s mouth, jaw slacking as a sign of submission.
Warmth taking over her body, Mizuki’s head light, she would allow her hands to move lower in a lustful rage, running her fingers over Bibi’s breasts through layers of clothing, down her stomach, the outline of her hips, squeezing the flesh of her thighs. Mizuki’s fingers instinctively reach under the waist of her pants, teasing the waistband of her panties before diving in. Bibi’s face contorts in a new way she’s never seen before with every stroke of her heat. She can’t help but get drunk off the sensation of touching Bibi’s most sensitive parts, ears filling with the beautiful melody of pleasure filled cries of her name, broken and begging as—
Mizuki jolted awake.
She slapped her two hands against her burning cheeks, hopping out of bed to hurry off to the bathroom, leaning over the sink. She winced as the splash of cold water burnt in contrast to her searing skin, hoping the water could wash away the memory along with her embarrassment. Getting ready for work, she shook her head, deciding to ignore the aching feeling between her legs.
With each morning following, she humiliatingly became more used to these dreams occurring; in fact, it was almost more strange when she would wake and didn’t have such fantasies of the girl. However, no matter how much she’d imagine how intensely Bibi would clamp her thighs around her head, Mizuki never allowed herself to indulge in relieving that ache. Whether it was because of shame or to save her own dwindling dignity, she didn’t dare to touch herself, even as the urge was becoming increasingly difficult to resist.
Fortunately for Mizuki, she didn’t run into Bibi much at ABIS these days (which thankfully gave her time to absorb herself in work and forget about the events of the morning). The two were working on different cases and only ran into each other occasionally for a brief moment around the main building or at Boss’s office in the evenings.
But even still, that didn’t seem to stop her daydreams during lunch breaks or when reading through particularly boring case files, mind often floating from wondering how Bibi was doing to picturing her chasing down some crazy criminal, tackling him to the floor, pinning him down. Wearing a smug expression, she would address him in a stern voice, strong and commanding as she barked orders. Bibi’s face would be flushed, hair disheveled, skin glistening with sweat… Mizuki couldn’t stop the shiver that would run down her spine every time she caught herself thinking about it. Aiba would often question her sudden increase in temperature and heart rate, to which Mizuki thanked every god out there that AI-Balls could no longer read Psyncer’s thoughts.
It wasn’t until Friday morning, after she’d managed to survive another night of amorous kisses and erotic fantasy-filled dreams that she really hit her patience limit. She woke up much earlier than usual, sky still dark when she looked out the window. By now, she was well used to the wetness between her legs in the mornings, but it was particularly bad this time.
Her core burned, pulsating and begging to be touched. She stuffed an arm down over her pajamas, hoping to relieve it a little bit before stopping. This however backfired when her hips startled at the contact, raising to create more friction while she shuddered. She needed to alleviate this problem as soon as possible. She considered turning over and going back to sleep, but the way her body rubbed itself against the blankets when she pulled her hand away told her it wouldn’t be so easy.
There was only one way to solve this quickly.
She reached a hand down her pants while the other moved up her shirt. Mizuki was no stranger to touching herself like this, but she didn’t do it as often as most people would. During her early teenage years she worried that she had little to no sex drive, however later on she found herself masturbating often to clear her mind before going to bed on days she couldn’t get to sleep. Although now, this was probably the first time she’d ever touched herself since she’d even met Bibi. Squeezing a palm over her breast, she closed her eye. Her mind involuntarily constructed images of the night before, recreating the exact moments before Bibi stood to leave.
Mizuki was leaning in enthusiastically as her tongue battled against Bibi’s, hand resting against Bibi’s cheek in a poor attempt to keep her still while they twisted, slanting their jaws to match each other. Mizuki moved closer, knee barely scraping the edge of Bibi’s thigh. The older jumped back, pulling away despite Mizuki’s mouth naturally following, a quiet whine escaping her throat as Bibi stood up from the couch.
“I-It’s late. I should… get going.” She grabbed her coat, turning towards the door.
Last night, Mizuki nodded as she stood up, “O-Oh, right. Okay,” she said, approaching the door, “Goodnight,” all she could do was watch Bibi‘s back as she drove off, soon vanishing into the darkness of the night.
But what if she’d been more confident? More sure of herself? What would some other—more daring—parallel universe version of herself have done in that situation?
She imagined Bibi standing in front of her, opening her mouth to come up with an excuse to leave. Maybe, just maybe that other Mizuki would have stood up to face her, grabbing her arm to pull her close. And perhaps that other Mizuki would’ve had the confidence to say the single word, “Stay.” Voice dark as the word would come out almost as a demand.
The mental image of Bibi’s embarrassed yet compliant face was enough to make her breath hitch in her throat. Mizuki moved from squeezing her breast to teasing the nipple.
She pictured herself exploring Bibi’s body, kissing, licking, biting every inch she could get her mouth on. Adorable noises would spill from Bibi’s lips every time she approached a sensitive part, so she would make sure to explore it thoroughly, ravishing the spot to hear every noise Bibi had to offer.
The thought of Bibi offering herself up to her sent a shiver down her body and straight to between her already aching legs.
Bibi would make the cutest sounds as sweat would run down her body. Mizuki would move her fingers over Bibi’s slit, warm slick coating her fingers as she’d tease the entrance. Bibi would be pleading for her, as if there were nothing she needed more in the world.
Mizuki bit her lip as she sank a finger into her own entrance, finally relieving herself after denying herself the pleasure for so long. She bit back a moan as she moved her finger, imagining it were her fingers in Bibi instead.
She wished it was Bibi instead. The pretty music she’d make with her mouth, the gorgeous way she’d feebly cling to Mizuki’s frame, how amazingly wet and warm she’d be inside—
It wasn’t long until a second joined. Mizuki sloppily ground herself against her fingers, panting becoming louder.
“B-Bibi—,” she gasped, hips jumping of their own accord.
Her mind filled with images of the girl, just as desperate and close as she was. That voice so similar to her own yet still Bibi’s in every way, shape and form, with no words left to say other than a stuttering breath. “Mizuki, Mizuki, Mi—,”
Mizuki came with a loud cry. Her back hit the mattress as she collapsed against the bed, mind fuzzy yet satisfied.
She lay there for a few moments to catch her breath before finding the strength to sit up.
It wasn’t until she looked down at her fingers that she returned to her senses, hand covered in clear, indisputable evidence of what she’d just done. Heat rose to her cheeks as the guilt washed over her. How was she supposed to face Bibi after… that?
Mizuki made her way to the bathroom with a sigh. It was going to be a long day.
And it was, in fact, a long day.
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so awful had Mizuki been working on the field, running about with clues to find and leads to follow. Unfortunately she was instead assaulted by piles of paperwork. Having Aiba was a big help, sure, but it didn’t make things any less boring. As soon as she found anything too tiresome or tedious, her mind began to wander off to her usual daydreams… but more intense.
After a particularly hot breath and a conspicuous cross of legs under the desk, Aiba finally confronted her.
(Mizuki. I know you are not the most enthusiastic person when it comes to paperwork, but today you are especially unproductive. Is there something wrong?)
“I’m fine, Aiba!” She frustratedly slams her pen to the document, crushing the nib. “O-Oops,”
(It is not efficient to work when you are this irritated, Mizuki. If you are not feeling well I would suggest going home early to rest and complete the remaining documents over the weekend when you are in a better condition.)
Mizuki stared at the broken pen resting in her hand along with ink stains on her skin. “…Maybe you’re right,”
She spent the rest of the day at home, mostly pacing around the apartment and biting her nails. She dreaded the idea of greeting Bibi’s innocent face at the door, unknowing of what Mizuki had just done that morning thinking about her. She mentally prepared herself for the overpowering wave of guilt to come crashing down on her the moment Bibi would appear.
She would never recover from this. Goodbye ABIS, goodbye everyone, goodbye Bibi. It was inevitable. Her life was over.
By the time evening rolled around, Mizuki’s palms were sweaty when she opened the door to meet Bibi’s face. She expected to be appalled, disgusted, ashamed of herself as soon as she saw the girl in person, however she somehow felt more comforted than anything. After worrying so much for the whole day, all of her concerns seemed to melt away as soon as Bibi smiled at her.
“Bibi!” She exclaimed, jumping forward to embrace the girl tightly.
“What’s with the sudden affection?” Bibi chuckled as she was pulled inside, closing the door behind her.
Mizuki looked down at the floor. “I… I missed you, is all,”
Bibi grinned, bending down slightly to move her arm down to Mizuki’s legs before picking her up bridal style. “Come on, then!”
Caught off guard, Mizuki flailed in her arms, “H-Hey! Put me down, stupid old man—! Pervert!”
Her outburst seemed to make Bibi laugh harder. “Those insults you use on Date don’t work on me,” she set Mizuki down on the couch before taking out Marco to put him on the charger next to Aiba.
“You are a pervert, though,” she grumbled.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bibi sat down next to her, pulling a blanket to share over them. “What are we watching today?”
Mizuki put on some new action film that Iris recommended, before complaining not even twenty minutes in.
“This movie sucks,” she said as the protagonist tripped, falling into a puddle while pursuing a criminal.
Bibi wasn’t usually picky when watching movies, silently listening to all of Mizuki’s complaints about the plot line or the characters, but this time she nodded in agreement.
Just then, a new figure jumped into the frame, performing an intricate fight scene choreography before taking the criminal down with a finishing punch. “Oh, she’s cool,”
Bibi didn’t speak as the next scene played out, the mysterious girl reaching out a hand to the boy, helping him up.
“You alright?” The woman said, her deep voice calm while the man weakly nodded.
Suddenly a lot more invested, Mizuki leaned towards the screen.
“It’s dangerous in this area. You should head home. I can take it from here,” the woman smiled confidently.
“And she’s pretty,” Mizuki idly commented again.
Out of nowhere, bullets came flying at the two on screen, “Hey, watch out!” The woman grabbed the boy, the pair tumbling to the floor as they barely dodged the attack.
“She—,” Mizuki’s thought was cut off as the screen went blank. She turned her head to look at Bibi, who was holding the remote in her hand, thumb on the Power button. “Hey, what was that for?”
Bibi shrugged, “It was a bad movie,”
“You didn’t need to turn the entire TV off,”
Bibi didn’t answer, awkwardly averting her gaze, placing the remote back down on the table.
“Oh,” Mizuki gets hit with realization, a grin tugging on her lips, “don’t tell me you’re jealous, Bibi,”
“Why would I be jealous?” She scoffed.
Mizuki sniggered, leaning over to give Bibi a peck on the lips. “Hmm, should I be flattered?”
Bibi pulled her closer, framing herself around her possessively. “Well, maybe I just don’t like to see my girlfriend ogling some movie star,” she huffed.
Mizuki’s heart fluttered in her chest. My girlfriend. It wasn’t a term either of them used often to refer to one another. Whenever Bibi used it, it never failed to make her a little giddy. “I wasn’t ogling,”
“You totally were,” Bibi frowned.
Mizuki placed a few light kisses on her lips before speaking, “I was going to say she reminds me of you,”
“…How so?”
“Before I knew who you were, you always used to swoop in and save me,”
“Oh, really? What was it like?” Bibi smirked, fishing for compliments.
Mizuki had no complaints, going along with the venture. “Just when I was worried there was too many to take on by myself, you jumped in out of nowhere all mysterious,” she placed a kiss on her bottom lip, “strong,” her chin, “attractive,” her cheek, “pretty,” her jaw, “gorgeous,” her neck, “beautiful,”
Bibi pulled her by the back of her neck, pushing their lips flush against each other’s. Mizuki happily sighed into her mouth as Bibi pushed against her, unrestrained. Mizuki hungrily opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to lick at the soft pair of lips, coaxing them open to allow her tongue to advance inside. Bibi grunted into her mouth when she swirled her tongue around hers, molding with Bibi’s to create a perfect pattern of low groans while they squabbled for dominance.
Mizuki’s mind was foggy, lost in the sensation as she pushed herself closer to Bibi’s body on instinct. The two fell back to the couch with Mizuki on top, using the leverage to further her tongue’s journey into Bibi’s mouth. She leaned down more while Bibi put up a fierce fight, hands resting on her hips to hold her steady.
Mizuki couldn’t deny that so much contact with Bibi filled her with adrenaline. Her body was infuriatingly hot all over, and when Bibi tightened her grip on her hips, she couldn’t stop the throbbing she felt down below.
When they finally pulled away, struggling for air, Mizuki’s hands were on either side of Bibi’s head, hips slotted to her stomach. A sudden unease struck her as she felt Bibi shifting from under her.
“Bibi—,”
“I should go,” she released her grasp on Mizuki’s hips, shuffling around to stand up. “It’s getting late,”
It was a lot earlier than Bibi usually made her ‘late’ excuse. Mizuki stood on wobbly legs. “Wait—,”
She didn’t listen. Bibi grabbed Marco from the charger, putting him in her pocket rather than her eye socket. She already had her hand on the door knob by the time Mizuki could catch her.
Grabbing her arm and pulling gently, she used all of the willpower in her body to speak, “s-stay,” Her voice was quiet, shaky as the word out loud sounded completely different than it did in her imagination, coming out as more of a plea than a demand.
Bibi didn’t look at her, head remaining turned towards the door, “…Let go, Mizuki,”
“Why do you always leave…?” The honest words flew out by themselves.
Silence.
“Every time we kiss, I feel… hot,” she said sourly, “You feel the same way, don’t you?”
…
“Please, Bibi. If you don’t want to…” her voice trailed off, “then we don’t have to. But just be honest with me or I-I won’t be able to take it anymore—,”
“Mizuki,” Bibi finally responded, letting out an exasperated breath, “this… isn’t normal,”
“What do you mean?” Her response was quick, perhaps a little too desperate in her own ears.
She turned to face her, “this—,” pulling her arm free as she gestured between them. “Us. We’re clones, Mizuki. Not in-laws, not cousins, not even technically siblings. I wanted you to have a normal life,”
“What are you saying?” Mizuki furrowed her eyebrows, replying defensively. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not some normal guy, with some normal job, a-and some normal family—,”
“Mizuki stop—,”
“That could come in and sweep you off your feet like Prince Charming—,”
“You know that’s not what I meant,”
“Then what are you saying?”
Bibi went silent. A moment that felt like a lifetime passed. “What we’re doing—what we would be doing… it’s more than kissing or hugging.” She said, voice gruff.
Mizuki shivered at the sudden change of tone. “I know.”
“It’s not something you can take back,”
“I know.”
Bibi swallowed, licking her lips nervously as Mizuki’s gaze bored into her. “I don’t want you to have regrets about this,”
“…If it’s with you, I won’t have any regrets.”
“Are you—,”
“I’m sure,”
Bibi hesitantly leaned forward. Mizuki expected them to continue from where they left off, however the way Bibi pressed her lips against hers felt different. Rather than the messy tangle of tongues, it felt less lustful and more… passionate.
Mizuki’s eye fluttered shut as Bibi placed quick kisses against every corner of her mouth. She sluggishly tried to follow the motion, soon surrendering as her arms reached for Bibi’s shoulders. Her mind muddled, knees shaking, ready to give out at any moment, she leaned back. It felt so good. Back pressed against the door, the only thing keeping her upright was Bibi’s body pressed close against her own as her lips continued with no sign of stopping. Mizuki reveled in futility.
In her daze, Mizuki vaguely felt hands against her waist. They staggered down the hall, Bibi tossing Marco back to the charger as they passed in a flurry of kisses. She felt like she was floating when Bibi picked her up, stumbling in the door of her bedroom.
Before she could even find the time to think, she found herself undressing, bare skin against the mattress as Bibi knelt over her. Her body was on fire; the wet tongue sliding against her neck only sparked the blaze further down. Shirt and skirt already thrown to the floor, she couldn’t seem to get her tights off fast enough. Awkwardly kicking them off in a hurry to join the growing pile of clothing, the fabric of her bra burnt against her skin. She needed it gone.
Before her hands could reach the clasp, Bibi, also half undressed and now in nothing but her skirt and a bra, took hold of her wrists. “W-Wait, are you… are you sure you—want to do this?”
Mizuki couldn’t help but stare. Bibi’s hair was down out of its usual ponytail, wild and unkempt. Scars littered across the skin from her collarbone to her back, chest covered by a simple black bra. Her stomach and thighs were a bit more plump than Mizuki’s; Bibi trained before joining ABIS, but never was as fond of fitness as Mizuki was. Just seeing her up close like this had a new wave of fantasies flowing to mind. God, she looked so good… What was the question again? As she looked into Bibi’s expectant eye, the first word that came to her rolled off her tongue. “Yes.”
Bibi freed her hands, staring breathlessly as Mizuki threw her bra off. Although she was desperate to get her clothing off just a moment ago, an uncharacteristic self-consciousness came over her as Bibi stared, scanning every inch of her body. The temptation to cover herself increased each second as they sat in silence. When Bibi finally spoke, she was thrown off guard.
“H-How do you usually…?” Bibi looked away in embarrassment, “Do you… touch yourself?”
Mizuki’s face was burning. There was no way this was real. “I use my—my fingers,”
“How?”
The eagerness of the question made Mizuki shyly cover her face with her hand. “Th-This morning—in me,” she blurted, “thinking o-of you,”
Bibi’s eye widened. “What?”
Mizuki mentally slapped herself. Why did she say that? That was something a total creep would say. There was no way Bibi would be attracted to such a pervert. Mizuki wanted to run away, grabbing her clothes while tumbling out the doorway in shame. An apology was at the tip of her tongue when—
“Can I?” Bibi husked, running a hand from Mizuki’s hip to between her breasts, fingers light as a feather, touch restrained. A lascivious expression grew on her face, eye shaking while she waited for an answer.
The heat between her legs only grew as Mizuki sheepishly nodded, eye meeting Bibi’s blown pupil.
Bibi practically jumped onto her with a new vigor, mouth attaching to her neck, tongue lapping at the skin between open mouthed kisses. Bibi wasted no time, slotting her head in the crook of Mizuki’s neck, angling her mouth just right against the flesh before biting down. Mizuki couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her throat while Bibi set her sights lower, trailing down her chest, running her tongue against her left breast, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Mizuki almost felt embarrassed by how her nipples were already painfully erect, however her nerves were calmed as Bibi pressed a kiss to the little bud, tongue flicking over it briefly before pulling away.
A beautiful dizziness overcame her as Bibi’s clothed chest pressed against her lower stomach. Mizuki wrapped her arms around Bibi’s figure, pulling her closer. She didn’t even notice the hand moving down to her thighs, feeling the flesh before changing direction upwards, stroking her clit through her panties until the sensation shook her in a powerful surge with a loud gasp. She covered her mouth in a late attempt to suppress the noise, resting her other hand on Bibi’s back. Squeezing her eye shut, she enjoyed the path left by Bibi’s tongue down her lower stomach, the moist muscle relishing the layer of sweat building on her skin, quickly replacing the fingers on her panties with her mouth.
Mizuki’s back arched against the bed, biting the back of her hand as a guttural moan tore from her throat, other gripping the sheets. Bibi worked rhythmically, each lick firm yet teasingly slow, each motion followed by a muffled noise from Mizuki as her legs quivered helplessly. Her mind was hazy, wetness mixing with Bibi’s saliva to create a mess not only between her legs but throughout her entire body while she trembled. Her toes curled; the bed shook, the thin fabric of her panties beyond soaked. Overwhelming emotions hit her in waves as they grew stronger: joy, excitement, awe, fear—
“Bi-Bibi,” she choked, hips recoiling, “s-stop—,” Her voice was so quiet, so faint in her own ears that she believed there was no way Bibi had heard her.
She was proven wrong when she was pulled into a gentle embrace as Bibi whispered, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”, wiping the tears that gathered at the corner of her eye with her thumb.
Mizuki was panting, chest rising and sinking rapidly as she fought for each breath. “I-It’s too much—I c-can’t,” she moved her hand from clutching the sheets to Bibi’s arm in a panic, “B-Bibi I—I can’t, I can’t—,”
Placing soft kisses on her forehead, Bibi cooed, “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay,”
Mizuki lay in the warm comfort of Bibi’s arms as her frightened breaths became slow and calm, Bibi drawing small circles on her back soothingly. Mizuki quietly sniffled before speaking again. “I’m sorry,” she said, voice hoarse.
“Why are you apologizing, dummy.” Bibi patted her back.
“I ruined it,”
“You didn’t ruin anything,”
“I-I don't know why I did that…” What was happening to her? For weeks this was all Mizuki could dream of, and now that it was finally happening her body denied it.
“Are you hurt?”
“N-No, I’m fine,”
Bibi exhaled a sigh of relief, pressing a loving kiss to her cheek. “We can finish that movie we started earlier?” she suggested.
Mizuki shook her head. “I… I wanna keep going,”
Bibi froze. “W-We don’t have to,”
“I want to,” she didn’t want to let her fears take this moment; she didn’t want to run from it… she didn’t want the night to end like this.
The desire to feel Bibi’s body against her again, to feel the pleasure that she’d been yearning for and experienced so briefly. Mizuki had a lot of people she loved in her life, but Bibi showed her a whole new side of love she’d never felt before. Someone more important than her own life; someone she needed to be strong for. No matter how many judgemental looks they received, no matter how many critical whispers surrounded them, Mizuki was absolutely head over heels for this girl. Even if those whispers were true—their relationship was abnormal, revolting, wrong—when she was with Bibi, everything felt right.
“Please, Bibi,” she pleaded. “I trust you,” Her throat tightened up before she could say anything more. There were so many things she wanted to say and her mouth was not cooperating.
Bibi gulped. “But… what if I end up hurting you?”
“It’s okay, I’m strong,”
Bibi seemed to contemplate the idea, chewing her lip with her teeth.
Mizuki boldly took hold of Bibi’s hand, guiding it to the pair of drenched panties she still wore. Her voice cracked as she felt herself blushing at the memory, “Y-You did this to me, didn’t you? Shouldn’t you take responsibility a-and finish what you started?”
Bibi returned a blush of her own as her hand withdrew, resting on Mizuki’s thigh. “Don’t pretend to be tough. If you get scared or if it’s uncomfortable we stop,”
With a nod of her head, she became acutely aware of the fingers running up the inside of her thigh. “Please… just—,” touch me, she wanted to say, suddenly too timid to continue her thought.
Bibi understood right away, reading her like a book. To Mizuki’s dismay, she pulled back completely, discarding the rest of her own clothing before reaching her fingers under the waistband of Mizuki’s panties, she pulled them off gently. Finally freed of the saturated fabric, the cold air against her core sent a shiver through her body. Instead of returning to her previous position between her legs, Bibi held her close, sharing the warmth of their bare skin against each other’s as she continued her cluster of kisses against Mizuki’s bare neck.
That satisfying dizziness returned as Mizuki’s mind shut itself off. She didn’t need to think to marvel in the pleasure that arrived when Bibi spread her legs, pressing a knee between her thighs. As the tip of Bibi’s knee moved higher, rubbing directly against her heat, a burst of electricity shot through her body within seconds. Mizuki drew in a breath, clutching at Bibi’s shoulders from under her arms, twitching.
Bibi’s knee remained stationary, instead redirecting her attention back to shower Mizuki in kisses. Below her chin, up her jaw, the corner of her mouth; Mizuki craned her neck to allow their lips to reunite. A groan resonated in her mouth, loud and wanting. Mizuki couldn’t tell who it came from but she could tell for certain that after the first, neither of them held back the sounds that naturally escaped them. She didn’t put up a fight when she felt the pinch of Bibi’s teeth against her bottom lip, opening her mouth without hesitation. Bibi’s tongue curled against hers, tilting her head to push in further. Mizuki fumbled to do the same as Bibi tenderly cupped her cheek.
They had to begrudgingly pull away eventually, the feeling of Bibi’s hot breath reigniting the need down below. Mizuki reopened her eye, unable to recall when she’d closed it in the first place. Bibi’s face was covered in the mess they’d made, drool running down her chin. Mizuki was sure she was in the same condition by the look on Bibi’s face, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as she squirmed. Bibi teasingly jerked her knee away every time Mizuki shifted her hips, leaving her pathetic jolts unsatisfied. Going another step further with her mischief, Bibi returned to toying with her breasts, squeezing lightly and rolling the buds between her fingers. After a particularly desperate thrust—yet again left unmet—Mizuki whined, head thrown back to the pillow behind her in frustration.
“Everything alright, Rabbit?” She could hear the smugness oozing from those words.
Everything was not ‘alright’. She needed Bibi. She needed Bibi closer. She needed—”M-More,” her voice was almost unrecognizable. It was higher in pitch, uncontrolled and wrecked.
Bibi had mercy and obliged, pushing her knee against her sex. She moved in slow, careful motions. Her thigh was soon wet, covered in slick as Mizuki’s grip on her shoulders tightened with a stifled gasp. Mizuki curled up, burying her face in Bibi’s neck. They moved together in a steady rhythm, Bibi’s hands holding her waist as her back arched. Mizuki’s hips stuttered, thighs squeezing together around Bibi’s.
She bit her lip, biting back a loud moan when Bibi’s dripping center pressed against her thigh, the two fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Bibi reciprocated with a whimper of her own, the sound reverberating in her ears before shooting to the space between her legs in a flash. With a roll of hips, they ground against each other fervently. The friction was intoxicating.
“A-ah—Bibi…!” She grit her teeth, hips bucking while she clawed at Bibi’s back. She shuddered, writhing under overwhelming stimulation. The knot in her stomach tightened with each thrust, vision blurring through tears. However this time, the last thing she wanted to do was stop.
Bibi moved her hands to clutch the sheets on either side of Mizuki, leaning over her to speed up her motions. She looked at Mizuki in adoration, gaze wide and unfocused, “M-Mizuki—you’re so—so pretty… s-so perfect—,”
She usually denied it, pushing Bibi playfully with a ‘Shut up’, but hearing her voice so rampant, filled with passion—for the first time in her life she truly believed it. She moaned, sweat clinging to her as Bibi continued.
“Me too—every night I—I went home a-and touched myself—thinking of y-you,” a broken sob shook throughout her body before she resumed her wild babbling, “so good—such a g-good girl—,”
Mizuki choked, hips rutting uncontrollably as she convulsed, “B-Bibi—I-I’m—,”
“Good girl—a-ah—! ‘Zuki—,”
A final desperate jump of hips sent her over the edge, vision white, legs squeezing together, pulling Bibi closer. She collapsed against the mattress with a thud, exhausted. She felt like she was underwater. Her mind was empty, contentedly light when her senses returned to her one by one.
Bibi’s scent; the addictive smell of sweat filling her nose, Bibi’s voice; her starved mewls of desperation, Bibi’s private parts; sliding against her sodden leg, Bibi’s body; squirming as she practically bounces herself on her—the only thing she’s missing…
Mizuki pulls herself up onto her elbows using the last of the strength in her body to take Bibi’s breast in her mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple while she gently sucked. She stumbled when there was a hand in her hair, tugging her face closer to her chest.
She did her best to continue her motions until Bibi eventually came with a sharp twist of hips and a loud cry of her name. Mizuki reddened when Bibi’s juices coated her knee, hot and thick.
They both crumbled there and then, falling to the mattress side by side, wildly panting in unison. Mizuki turned on her side to face a stirring Bibi, brushing the tousled strands of blue hair out of the girl’s face to watch her dazed expression returning to her senses.
When Bibi opened her arms invitingly, Mizuki fell effortlessly into her embrace. Bibi wrapped her hands around her waist, legs tangling together while she mumbled, “Mmh… good girl,”
Mizuki twitched, sending another wave of heat through her body at those two simple words. “W-Would you stop with that,”
“What, because you like it so much?” She smirked.
Mizuki kicked her in the shin.
“Ow—okay, okay, sorry,” Bibi giggled in an almost childlike manner, “sorry you had to see that, Adorabbit,” she said, looking up to the top of the bed, the position where the ragged stuffed animal sat as usual.
Mizuki laughed, “he’s seen worse,” shivering at the thought of little Adorabbit being a witness to Date’s porno mags around the apartment over the years.
Bibi went silent for a moment, Mizuki’s gaze returning to a red face. “Worse?” She pulled back, “do you hump him when you—,”
Mizuki let out a horrified gasp at the implication, “N-No!” followed by another kick to the shin, “pervert,” she huffed.
“Ow! You’re the one who put that image in my mind in the first place,”
“Well you’re the one who always ran off, leaving me all alone!” Her voice quietened, meekly squeaking when she continued, “d-do you really touch yourself like that every night…?”
Bibi swallowed. “Why else do you think I’d leave before we could… go any further?”
“But why? If we both wanted to—,”
“The same reason I said no to moving in with you,” Bibi’s voice crawled to a whisper, “I want you. You have no idea how badly I want you. It feels like I’m going crazy. The more I see you the more I’m scared of losing control. There’s so many things I want to do to you—if I woke up next to you every morning I don’t trust myself to be able to hold back.”
Mizuki’s head was spinning. She swore her heart stopped beating for a moment. “Don’t hold back,” she said breathlessly. “Move in and do anything you want with me,”
“Don’t tempt me,” Bibi growled, “today just barely scraped the tip of the iceberg.”
“I-Is that a no?”
“You’re… really persistent about this,”
“If you don’t want to it’s fine,” she shrugged, “I guess I’ll just have to spend my nights all alone in this empty apartment, left to satisfy myself,”
“…I guess I wouldn’t be against the idea of moving in—,”
Mizuki felt somewhat triumphant, leaning in for a quick victory kiss. “Great! Now that that’s settled…” she said, strenuously sitting up. “I need to shower. I’m all gross,” She held her breath when a sly tongue flicked at her earlobe from behind.
“Then you wouldn’t mind an extra pair of hands for that?”