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“I’m ready.” Hajime calls out.
Tooru looks up from her phone as Hajime steps out into the living room and it’s safe to say that her jaw drops to the fucking floor because what is Iwa-chan wearing? She rubs her eyes to make sure they aren’t deceiving her and then rubs them again when nothing changes. Surely the universe is playing a cruel joke on her. There is no way Tooru is surviving the night in a fucking club where she could potentially be pressed up against Hajime in those tight, tiny clothes the latter is wearing. When did Hajime even expand her wardrobe from oversized shirts and baggy jeans to clothing like this? Tooru has been away from her best friend for too long if Hajime has had a whole wardrobe change and she was none the wiser.
Tooru is damn near salivating at sight of her best friend who has no clue that Tooru’s brain is short circuiting.
Hajime is wearing a black bralette that cups her boobs so perfectly, highlighting her cleavage and Tooru wants to kiss the curve of her tits peeking from the top of her bralette. She’s also wearing a short-sleeved silver mesh top that stops a little below her bralette exposing the defined muscles of her torso. Beautiful, glorious, sun kissed skin on display for the world to see and Tooru wants so badly to caress her exposed skin and kiss it. Her eyes drift down to the silver chain that encircles Hajime’s waist, and Tooru wants badly to hold her waist in her hands and smother it in kisses – leaving lipstick stains in their wake.
And God, the black mini skirt. Hajime is out to kill her. The skirt is nothing fancy but it’s short enough that if Hajime bent over even slightly her pert ass would be exposed. And oh, how Tooru wants to do unspeakable things to Hajime’s body right now. Her attention shifts to the black g-string peeking out from the top of Hajime’s skirt and all she can think of is pulling it to the side to get her mouth on Hajime’s sweet cunt. Okay, maybe she needs to cool her head because at present, she’s no better than a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time.
To finish the look, Hajime is wearing black heels with straps tied around her legs that stop just beneath the backs of her knees. Tooru notices that she’s also wearing make-up – winged eyeliner, glittery eyeshadow and tinted lip gloss. Not much but so perfectly Hajime. It drives Tooru crazy.
Hajime is the epitome of sexy right now. And there’s nothing she can do about it now but if she had it her way, she would ravish Hajime and they wouldn’t make it past the sofa in the living room tonight.
She knows full well that she is just staring at Hajime, but she can’t tear her damn eyes away. Hajime looks sexy and it’s making her thoughts wander – she thinks of how pretty Hajime would look underneath her as she took her apart in the same clothes she’s wearing now. Fuck. She is going to need a fuck ton of alcohol to get through the night with her best friend looking downright delectable in that outfit.
“Tooru?” Hajime’s uncertain voice filtering into the silence of the room snaps Tooru out of her fantasies.
“Iwa chan,” she breathes, completely at a loss for words but she’s not stupid, she can see that Hajime is visibly nervous with the way her teeth worry her bottom lip, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her skirt and her brows furrowed in uncertainty. She knows Hajime needs reassurance right now and Tooru is going to give it to her but before she can her best friend speaks, “Is it too much?”
Tooru is quick to shake her head, words of reassurance already spilling from her lips, “You look good, Iwa-chan. You look really good. It’s not too much, it’s perfect! We’re going clubbing after all and you deserve to dress how you like, Iwa-chan.”
A relieved sigh escapes Hajime’s lips.
“Good. I thought you were gawking at me because I looked stupid.”
“NO!” Tooru says a little too loudly and Hajime startles, curious green eyes locking with her own set but saying nothing further.
“I mean, no.” Tooru clears her throat and speaks calmly this time. “I was just staring cause I’ve never seen Iwa-chan in clothes like this before. It makes me wonder just how much has changed. Not that there’s anything wrong with you dressing like this, it was unexpected is all. You look gorgeous, Iwa-chan.”
Tooru watches as Hajime’s cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink at her words, clearly not expecting Tooru’s compliments which makes Tooru angry because Hajime is the literal definition of gorgeous and she deserves to be complimented all the time.
Hajime speaks after a few beats of silence, “You ready to go then?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be for my first California clubbing experience!” Tooru says excitedly. “It better be wild like you said, Iwa-chan or I’ll be disappointed.”
She gets a smack to the back of her head and an eye roll from Hajime.
“Rude, Iwa-chan!”
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Going clubbing with Hajime is a mistake. Tooru is not having fun. There is no alcohol in her system nor is she busting moves like her life depends on it on the dance floor as she originally planned. Instead, she’s sitting at the bar, brooding because apparently everyone and their mother wants to dance with Hajime tonight. She should be the one dancing with Hajime. But she isn’t so she’s sulking instead.
Letting her leave the house with that outfit on is a big oversight on Tooru’s part. She should’ve asked Hajime to change because now she has to deal with strangers dancing with Hajime – their hands on her perfect waist as they move in tandem, strangers buying her drinks, strangers flirting with her and worse, Hajime flirting back! Hajime giggling and laughing at their stupid jokes that Tooru bets are not even funny.
Okay, so maybe she is bitter, but can anyone blame her? She has been head over heels for her best friend since they were 12. All she’s ever known is Hajime and all she ever wants to know is Hajime. And she knows she hasn’t done anything about her feelings for said best friend, but she can still dream, right?
Tooru is glowering at her untouched drink because it’s not socially acceptable to physically pry her best friend apart from the wandering hands of strangers just because she’s jealous. No, she’ll just have to deal with it by wallowing in her own misery, hoping that the night ends soon so that they can go back to Hajime’s apartment to sleep for the night and forget tonight ever happened.
But because the universe has a vendetta against her, she can only suffer and watch as more strangers pull Hajime in for a dance. She watches Hajime press her back against another woman’s chest, watches as the stranger’s hands encircle her best friend’s waist, watches as Hajime leans her head back against the stranger’s shoulders exposing the smooth expanse of her neck that Tooru wants to mark with her lips. She watches as the woman leans down to whisper something in her best friend’s ear and Hajime giggles. Tooru’s eye is twitching now, drink still sitting untouched in her hand. That should be her. She should be the one dancing with Hajime, not all these random people.
Eventually, Hajime and the stranger pull away from each other and Tooru is glad she doesn’t have to see that anymore. She wonders how many more people will have the pleasure of dancing with her best friend.
She’s not left wondering for long because Hajime saunters over to her, breathless from all that dancing if you could even call it that. It was more grinding and fucking over clothes than dancing.
“You look like you’re having fun,” Hajime says sarcastically.
“What gave it away?”
Hajime chuckles, “C’mon. Dance with me. You look pathetic sitting here on your own like a lost puppy.”
“And whose fault is that!?” Tooru squeaks.
Hajime rolls her eyes, “I never told you not to dance!”
“Iwa-chan! It’s my first time clubbing. I’m not an expert like you are.” She whines and admits shyly, “I don’t know what to do.”
Hajime’s gaze softens, “Dance with me then, shittykawa.”
Hajime extends her hand out for Tooru to take, and she has never stood up faster, nearly falling off the stool in her haste. Hajime is laughing at her expense, but Tooru doesn’t care, she’s buzzing with excitement at the prospect of dancing – no, grinding – on Hajime for the first time and quite possibly the last time. She’s not going to pass up the chance to get her body as close to Hajime’s as possible.
So, she takes Hajime’s hand in hers and lets herself be led to the dance floor, and Tooru watches mesmerized as Hajime’s hips sway when she walks, causing her skirt to flap up and down with each movement exposing her soft, perky butt more times than she can count on one finger. Her waist chain glimmers in the half light of the club. Fuck. Does Hajime even know what she’s doing to Tooru? The effect she has on her needs to be scientifically studied because it’s not normal to feel this aroused by one’s best friend, right?
Hajime turns to Tooru once they’re on the dance floor, her hands immediately wrapping themselves around her neck. Tooru realizes she doesn’t know what to do with her hands, or any other part of her body. She’s never been clubbing before. Not even in Argentina. She’s been too busy with volleyball practice and pursuing the road to the Olympics to even entertain the idea of going on a night out. She’s just standing on the dance floor awkwardly, unsure what to do.
It’s a good thing Hajime can read her like a book. “Put your hands on my waist.” Hajime says gently, looking up slightly to meet Tooru’s gaze, encouraging her with her eyes.
Tooru’s hands come up slowly to rest on Hajime’s waist gently, as instructed.
“That’s it. Now, roll your hips with me.” Hajime punctuates this with a roll of her hips just as she mentioned and God, how is she so good at that? Her hips move so effortlessly to the rhythm of the music. It feels natural for Hajime from her perspective. Tooru follows her movements and it’s a bit awkward at first, but she gets into the rhythm of things quickly. Tooru is nothing if not a quick learner.
Tooru grinds her hips forward at the same time as Hajime, their bare waists touching with every push of their hips forward and it’s fucking electric, dizzying even. Her grip on Hajime’s waist tightens and she pulls Hajime into her on every thrust, wishing she could feel more of Hajime.
Tooru watches Hajime’s blissed expression and wishes it were in another context. Maybe one where Hajime was grinding her cunt on Tooru’s thighs chasing her own pleasure. She looks down in between them and thinks how easy it would be to slip one of her legs in between Hajime’s. Oh, it would be so easy, and she would be able to feel the warm heat of Hajime’s cunt on her thigh but no, that’s just wrong on so many fucking levels. Even if Hajime would look so pretty riding Tooru’s – okay, stop!
Hajime isn’t even into her. She needs to stop getting ahead of herself.
But the voice in the back of her head wouldn’t stop hounding her. You don’t know she doesn’t like you back, you’ve never confessed your feelings. You don’t know she doesn’t want you the same way you want her.
Stupid traitorous brain entertaining ideas of Hajime wanting her too.
Tooru is conflicted. On the one hand, Hajime could react badly but on the other hand, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
God, she’s so horny for Hajime.
Tooru bites her lip and shifts subtly so one of her legs is in between both of Hajime’s. On the next roll of their hips, Tooru pulls Hajime down onto her thigh by the hold she has on her waist, her barely clothed cunt dragging along Tooru’s bare thighs.
The sound Hajime lets out is muffled by the loud music. Hajime’s eyes fly open, and she stills her movement. “Fuck! I’m so sorry, Tooru. I didn’t know-”
Tooru interrupts her, “you can keep going. I don’t mind.”
Hajime watches her with parted lips, the gloss making her lips shine so pretty, expression unreadable. Tooru hopes that Hajime will continue, she wants to make Hajime come apart right here in the middle of the dance floor at a crowded club.
Hajime bites her bottom lip for a few seconds and hesitantly rolls her hips forward, her clothed pussy rubbing on Tooru’s thigh once again. Tooru still has a firm hold on her waist. Hajime’s head dips into the crook of her neck, lips sucking on the exposed skin of her neck as she grinds down on Tooru’s thigh. Tooru lets out a sigh at the feeling of Hajime sucking marks onto her neck, and hopes they bruise.
Tooru removes one hand from Hajime’s waist to reach down underneath her skirt to pull her g-string to the side and Hajime pulls away from her neck to look up at her with uncertainty. After all, they are crossing so many lines here.
“Are you sure, Tooru? I’m wet, it’s going to be messy.”
As if that would bother Tooru. In fact, she wants it to be messy.
“That’s the point, Hajime. Use my thigh to make yourself cum.” Tooru gives Hajime permission, and she sees more than hears Hajime’s lips part on a moan.
She continues to grind her now bare pussy on Tooru’s thigh. Fuck, she wasn’t kidding. Hajime is dripping. Tooru can only hope and dream that it’s because of her.
She knows the moment Hajime’s clit catches on her thighs because her eyes shut close, her head tilts back and her lips remain parted. Hajime’s hands are still wrapped around her neck.
Tooru leans down to murmur into her best friend’s ear, “Does the pressure on your clit feel good, Hajime?”
She honestly doesn’t know where the sudden surge of confidence comes from. Maybe it’s because Hajime is so responsive or maybe it’s because she wants to bring the utmost pleasure to Hajime.
She feels and sees Hajime shiver at her words. Her best friend straightens her head to look at Tooru, eyes shining with desire. Hajime leans in real close, until their lips are almost touching and moans against Tooru’s lips, “Yeah, feels amazing.”
Tooru pulls her onto her thigh once again by the grip on her waist and leans in to kiss Hajime who is already meeting her halfway. Boundaries be damned. She wants her best friend and she’s going to let her know just how much. Tooru didn’t picture their first kiss going this way. She imagined it to be soft and slow after Tooru confessed her feelings to her best friend but clearly the universe has other plans. Tooru isn’t bothered because in the end, she’s kissing Hajime aka the love of her fucking life. Their lips slotting together perfectly as Hajime’s pussy rubs against her thigh again, repeatedly until she’s cumming – trembling in Tooru’s hold, her moans being swallowed by their kiss.
They pull away from the kiss once the pleasure ebbs away for Hajime, both breathless.
The reality of the situation comes crashing down on Tooru like a ton of bricks.
She can’t believe they did this at a club. A very public club. She looks around and finds that literally no one is paying attention to them, and relief floods her veins.
When Hajime pulls off her thigh, it’s sticky and in the glow of the club she can see how slick her thigh is. She’s sure if they were in Hajime’s quiet apartment, she’d hear the squelch of Hajime’s pussy as she lifted off her thigh. She wants to hear it when she fucks into Hajime with her fingers and tongue later.
She wants everything with Hajime.
“We should probably go home, now.” Hajime speaks up first and Tooru finds herself agreeing. She finds herself being dragged behind Hajime for the second time that day and finds that she doesn’t mind if it means she gets to have more of Hajime.
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They should talk about it. They really should talk about it but before she can get a word out, Hajime slams her against the back of her front door once they’re inside her apartment. Their lips find each other once again, moving in tandem. God, kissing Hajime feels like coming home. She wants to be able to do this with her forever. Tooru’s fingers find purchase in Hajime’s hair which settles just above her shoulders, now. She’s never seen Hajime’s hair this long either. It makes her smile against Hajime’s lips.
She loves all the little changes in Hajime.
Hajime’s hands settle on her lips, pulling her impossibly closer so their bare tummies are touching. Tooru can feel the metal of Hajime’s waist chain pressing against her stomach, it’s cold. They pull apart for a second to take their shoes off. She gets hers off pretty quickly, but Hajime needs more time to take hers off. She laughs watching as Hajime struggles to get her heels off.
“You could help instead of laughing at me you know? Just throwing the option out there for you.” Hajime says, glaring at her.
“But it’s more fun this way, Iwa-chan!” Tooru teases.
“More fun than kissing me?”
“That’s playing dirty, Iwa-chan and you know it!” Tooru whines but moves to help Hajime get her heels off. Once they’re off, they’re glued to each other again, hips touching and lips locked. Hajime starts leading the two of them back to her room, walking backwards and still kissing each other, not wanting to be apart for even a second.
They kiss as they slowly make their way through the apartment into Hajime’s room, one hand of Tooru’s held out to feel her surroundings to make sure neither of them is going to trip and potentially land themselves in the ER instead of wrapped around each other for the night.
They successfully make it to bed. Hajime pulls Tooru down with her, lips still locked together in a passionate kiss – God, Hajime is making the prettiest sounds against her lips, all this just from being kissed. She can’t wait to hear the sounds she makes while getting her pussy eaten.
This time when they pull away, they’re gasping for air. Tooru watches the way Hajime’s chest rises and falls, captivated by the sight. She drags her eyes up to Hajime’s lips which are swollen and red (she’s sure hers are in the same condition), her hair a tousled mess, panting underneath her, the very picture of seduction.
Tooru goes straight for Hajime’s tits. She pulls the mesh top up to rest above her bralette and tugs the cups of her bra aside to get her mouth on Hajime’s perfect tits. She kisses the curve of both of Hajime’s boobs just as she envisioned earlier tonight. She presses light kisses along the column of her chest, in between her tits before latching her lips on one of Hajime’s nipples, circling her tongue around the hardened nub. Hajime gasps as Tooru’s tongue laves over her nipple. She does that a few more times before using her teeth to tug at the bud. Hajime whines so pretty at that it goes straight to Tooru’s cunt. She can feel her panties getting wetter by the second.
Hajime makes the prettiest sounds as Tooru plays with her tits – alternating between using her tongue and teeth on each nipple until Hajime is squirming underneath her touch. She leaves bite marks all around Hajime’s nipples and on her tits. When she pulls away, she admires her handiwork. Hajime looks so pretty with her chest littered with hickeys.
“I’m so wet, Tooru,” Hajime breathes out, pulling Tooru out of her daze.
“I’ll make it better, baby. I promise.”
“Yeah?”
Before Tooru can respond, Hajime’s spreading her legs, skirt riding up and exposing her g-string that barely covers anything, her pussy lips threatening to spill out. The words die in her throat. Tooru is sure she looks crazed and starved with the way she’s just staring, mesmerized at the sight of Hajime’s pretty pussy.
“I’m yours, Tooru.”
Fuck. Hajime is literally offering all of her to Tooru, practically begging her to play with her pretty cunt.
And who is Tooru to deny her best friend the pleasure.
Without a word, Tooru pulls Hajime’s g-string to the side and exposes her dripping cunt. Hajime wasn’t lying when she said she was wet. Tooru can see just how soaking wet Hajime is, her cunt is shining with her wetness. She’s sure that Hajime has the perfect view of Tooru salivating over her perfect pussy, but she doesn’t care.
Tooru brings her hands to hold Hajime’s legs in the air and keep them spread. She leans down to pepper soft kisses along the crease of Hajime’s thigh where it meets her crotch. She provides the same treatment to both legs for a few minutes until Hajime is whining for more. She sounds so pretty when she whines, and Tooru wants to know what else will make her princess whine and moan so pretty for her.
Tooru spreads Hajime’s cunt with two of her fingers and blows on it a few times, not getting her mouth on her yet.
“Quit teasing.” Hajime grumbles.
“All in due time, princess.” Tooru watches as Hajime squirms on the bed when she blows on her pussy again.
“Please, Tooru!” Desperation laces Hajime’s voice this time and Tooru gives in. She’s weak for Iwaizumi Hajime in the end. She always will be.
She licks experimentally along the folds of Hajime’s cunt, her tongue dragging all the way up to her clit and then back down to her hole. She teases her like that a few times, never giving her princess exactly what she wants until she can practically feel the impatience radiating off Hajime.
Tooru finally presses her tongue against Hajime’s clit and the reaction she receives is worth the teasing. Hajime lets out a long, loud moan, her hands clawing at the sheets.
“You’re so responsive, Hajime.” Tooru pulls away to comment, wonder ever present in her voice.
If the flush spreading across Hajime’s body is anything to go by, she’s embarrassed. How adorable.
“I like it. Like it when you let me know I’m making you feel good, princess.” Tooru admits, making sure Hajime knows she has nothing to be embarrassed about.
With that, Tooru leans down once more to suck on Hajime’s clit causing the latter to cry out from pleasure. Tooru alternates between flicking her tongue on Hajime’s clit and sucking it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged nub. Each lick, each suck eliciting the prettiest moans out of Hajime, her thighs trembling in Tooru’s hold. Tooru’s eyes sweep over her body as she continues the onslaught to Hajime’s pussy and watches in fascination as the muscles in Hajime’s abs contract and expand with each suck. Her baby girl is so strong, so hot, so perfect for her.
Tooru’s tongue dips down to enter Hajime’s hole who curses out an, “oh, fuck!”
Tooru pulls her tongue out of her hole, two fingers coming up to rub Hajime’s clit slowly as she asks, “feel good, baby girl?”
Hajime looks down at her, eyes hooded with pleasure and nods, “So fucking good. Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, Tooru.”
Tooru obeys.
She pushes her tongue into Hajime’s hole, breathing her scent in and relishing the sweet taste of Hajime. Her cunt tastes even better than she dreamed of. She fucks her tongue in an out of Hajime’s pussy while her fingers rub at her clit in concentric circles, building a steady rhythm.
And Hajime? Hajime is gone. She’s moaning at every thrust and rub, telling Tooru how it feels so good, don’t stop Tooru, make me cum, please, please, please. The noises falling from Hajime’s lips are downright obscene, but it sends pleasure pulsing through Tooru’s pussy, which has completely soaked through her panties now.
She picks up the pace, rubbing Hajime’s clit faster while tongue fucking her and soon enough, Hajime’s back is arching off the bed, her pussy convulsing around Tooru’s tongue for a few seconds before her cunt releases liquid right onto Tooru’s face. Holy fuck. Did Hajime just squirt? Did she make Hajime squirt?
“Fuck, fuck!” Hajime cries out as more liquid spurts out from her pussy, spraying Tooru in the face again who just laps it up like it’s a five-course meal. Eventually the liquid slows to a stop, Hajime’s pleasure tiding over.
“You made me squirt.” Hajime grins at her and Tooru returns it.
“I did.” She says proudly.
“No one’s made me squirt before. They’ve tried but never been successful.” Hajime admits, shyly.
“I’m honored to be your first! I am not happy however that other people have tried to make you squirt. But we can talk about that later.” Tooru says and barely dodges the smack Hajime aims at her.
“Shut the fuck up and make me cum, again.”
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
Hajime snorts. “You’re such a dork.”
“Your dork?”
Hajime chuckles but agrees fondly, “yeah, my dork.”
Warmth blooms in Tooru’s chest at Hajime’s agreement. They’d have plenty of time to talk and discuss their feelings for each other later. Tooru feels reassured for now.
“Iwa-chan, have you ever scissored before?” Tooru asks genuinely.
The blush is back on Hajime’s face and spreads quickly down to her neck. Cute. She just squirted on Tooru’s face a few minutes prior, but this is what embarrasses her. Good to know.
Hajime doesn’t answer so Tooru pushes, “can we do that, Hajime? Grind our pussies together?”
“Fuck.” Hajime curses. “How are you so hot? How do you know all the right things to say to make me go hot?”
“I’m glad you think very highly of me, Iwa-chan.” Tooru smirks.
“You’re annoying.” Hajime’s response lacks bite.
“So, can we?” Tooru presses again, straddling her best friend.
Hajime nods, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Tooru takes her panties off and Hajime mirrors her actions.
“Keep your skirt on, Iwa-chan.”
Hajime quirks an eyebrow at her but doesn’t question her. Instead, she says, “you too. You look so pretty in your little denim skirt.”
“Such a sap, Iwa-chan.”
“Get on with it, already!”
Tooru chuckles, “My, my so demanding.”
Tooru wastes no time; she’s already settled in between Hajime’s thighs. She adjusts herself so that her pussy is right above Hajime’s, close enough to feel the heat radiating from it. She has one hand on Hajime’s left knee to balance herself; she uses her other hand to push Hajime’s skirt up exposing her glistening wet pussy.
Tooru slots their pussies together and pushes down, watching as they kiss wetly. They let out simultaneous moans of pleasure at the first contact.
“Oh, princess. That feels so good, your cunt is perfect, baby.” Tooru praises and Hajime grinds up against her, their clits pressing against each other sending fireworks exploding in Tooru’s stomach. With every thrust, Hajime’s belly chain moves against her bronzed skin and it’s truly a mesmerizing sight.
“Harder.” Hajime whimpers and Tooru obliges, pressing down harder against Hajime’s pussy who has her head thrown back, both hands encircling Tooru’s wrists. Hajime whimpers with every grind of their hips, the slide is so wet, both their pussies leaking onto each other. Tooru grinds down faster, letting out moans of pleasure each time their cunts meet.
Their thrusts get faster and harder until the bed is shaking and Tooru feels her orgasm fast approaching after holding back for so long.
“Gonna cum, baby. Your pussy’s gonna make me cum, Hajime.” Tooru moans as she feels the tell-tale tremble in her thighs signifying that her orgasm is close.
“Cum on my pussy, Tooru.” Hajime encourages high and breathy.
Tooru’s pussy convulses right on top of Hajime’s, her eyes cross as the pleasure takes over completely, riding out the waves of euphoria on Hajime’s pussy – still grinding down as her orgasm slows to a stop.
“Fuck, Tooru, that was so hot.” Hajime praises as she grinds up onto Tooru’s sensitive clit, chasing her own pleasure. Tooru can only moan breathlessly and watch as Hajime comes apart on her pussy – trembling and quaking as her orgasm takes over for the third time that day. Hajime’s lips are parted as she chants Tooru’s name repeatedly until she comes down from her high.
Tooru looks down at Hajime, hair matted against her forehead from the sweat, chest rising and falling as she pants. Tooru’s heart swells at the sight. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind Hajime’s ears and asks gently, “Was that good, baby girl?”
Hajime is quick to nod and reply, “So good, Tooru. You’re so good to me.”
“Everything for my baby girl.”
Tooru leans down to press a soft kiss against Hajime’s lips.
“Can you give me one more, Hajime?”
Hajime bites her lip, seriously considering Tooru’s question, before releasing the flesh and nodding, “yeah but after that I wanna make you cum.”
Tooru pats Hajime’s cheek affectionately. “Of course, baby girl.”
Hajime beams at her and Tooru can’t help but kiss her softly again.
“Can I fuck you with my fingers, Hajime?”
“Yeah.” Hajime says, breathlessly.
Tooru doesn’t need to be told twice. She trails her fingers down the smooth expanse of Hajime’s stomach which tenses – abs clenching and unclenching and it’s a marvelous sight. She drags her fingers further down and past Hajime’s bush to rub Hajime’s oversensitive clit. Hajime’s thighs jerk and she pulls Tooru’s hands away from her clit whining about how it’s so sensitive and that she needs Tooru’s fingers in her pussy not on her clit.
Tooru’s fingers slip lower until she’s got her fingers right on Hajime’s hole. Tooru knows Hajime has had a few orgasms but God, she’s so wet it’s soaking the sheets. Her perfect cunt is shining with her slick.
Tooru can’t help but stare in amazement, she watches the slick pool around Hajime’s entrance and her mouth absolutely waters at the sight.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re fucking dripping.” Tooru comments, fascinated.
“That’s how wet you make me, Tooru. ‘S all because of you.” Hajime replies honestly and it makes Tooru’s core tingle – to know that she has this much of an effect on Hajime’s body makes her downright giddy.
“I bet I can just slip two fingers in; you wouldn’t even need much prep with how wet you are.” Hajime lets out a filthy moan at Tooru’s words.
“Do it, Tooru. Please.” Hajime pleads. “Need you.”
Hajime’s words spur Tooru to dip her fingers inside Hajime’s wet cunt – two at a time like she suggested and the delightful moan that Hajime lets out at the first contact makes Tooru swell with pride. She’s the one who makes her girl feel good. The only one who can. She hopes, at least. Unfortunately, the fact of the matter is that she’s not in a relationship with Hajime but there’s time for that discussion later.
At present, Tooru is grinding her fingers into Hajime’s pussy, slow and steady at first until Hajime gets used to her fingers.
“Faster!” Hajime demands.
Tooru picks up the pace of her fingers, reaching so deep with her fingers that Hajime’s back is bowing inwards, her toes curling, muscles in her abdomen contracting and relaxing, moan after moan slipping from her parted lips. Tooru scissors her fingers inside Hajime and the latter is crying out from how good it feels. Hajime’s slender fingers come to wrap around Tooru’s wrist that’s fucking into her possibly from the pleasure.
“Love you, love you, love you, Tooru.” The warbled confession slips from Hajime’s parted lips, gloss completely wiped off from their kissing and it takes Tooru by surprise, her heart swelling from happiness. Hajime loves her. She loves Hajime.
She continues fucking her fingers into Hajime, adding a third finger and stretching her hole the farthest it’s been stretched tonight. Her hole pulls wide and taut against her fingers and Tooru is fascinated by the sight of her fingers slipping in and out of Hajime’s cunt.
Hajime is babbling about how good Tooru’s fingers feel inside her, that she wants to cum, that Tooru is so good to her, so perfect and Tooru can’t help but preen at the praise. She always wants to make Hajime feel good.
Hajime’s hand grasps Tooru’s free hand and pushes it towards her clit, and in the sexiest voice Tooru has ever heard, Hajime rasps out, “Play with my clit, Tooru. Please.”
Tooru complies, bringing her free hand to rub Hajime’s clit – slow at first but then matching the pace with the fingers thrusting inside her until Hajime is squealing.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Tooru! I’m gonna cum, g-gonna cum.” Hajime sobs as her back arches and the first spurts of liquid gush out of her pussy, creating a steady stream for a second. Tooru doesn’t stop fingering Hajime; she’s milking all the cum out of Hajime’s system.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
More liquid gushes out of Hajime’s perfect pussy onto Tooru’s wrists and the bed – the sheets now soaked through with Hajime’s release. Tooru takes pleasure in wrecking Hajime and making a mess of her. The liquid erupting from Hajime’s pussy tapers off into small spurts and eventually nothing. Hajime’s body goes limp, her chest heaving.
“Fuck, Tooru. Would’ve had you fuck me sooner if I knew you could give me an orgasm like that.” Hajime declares when she’s caught her breath.
Before Tooru can say anything, Hajime continues, “My legs feel like jelly. I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up.”
Tooru is smug. “Fucked you real good, didn’t I?”
“If I could, I would kick you, but I can’t move my legs so consider yourself spared.” Hajime grumbles.
Tooru just laughs.
Hajime looks at her for a second, almost as if she’s shy. Tooru raises an eyebrow at her, but Hajime’s blush only deepens.
“Tooru.”
“Hm?”
“I can’t move but you can so-” Hajime clears her throat before continuing, “you should, um, you should sit on my face.” Hajime says the last bit so fast that Tooru almost doesn’t hear it. Her lips split into a grin.
“Sorry, what was that?” Tooru’s grin only gets wider, mischievous. The two of them know full well that Tooru heard her loud and clear the first time.
Hajime groans but repeats herself, “Sit on my face.”
“Yeah? Want me to use your face for my pleasure, Hajime?”
Tooru watches as Hajime’s breath catches in her throat, she’s nodding and it’s ever so subtle, but she is nodding. Fuck. Hajime is going to be the death of her for sure.
“Wanna make you feel good, Tooru.” Hajime admits shyly.
“You always do, baby. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” Tooru confirms and goes to move herself into the position Hajime wants her in.
Tooru drags herself to where Hajime’s face is, her pussy is hovering above her face. “This okay, baby?”
Hajime nods, her hands coming to grip Tooru’s hips, her tongue lolling out like she desperately wants a taste of Tooru’s cunt, and it sends shivers down her spine. Hajime wants her.
“Please.” Hajime begs.
Tooru is slowly dropping lower until she’s seated on Hajime’s face. The feeling of Hajime’s mouth on her pussy is heavenly, she doesn’t even recognize the filthy noise that leaves her throat at the contact of Hajime’s tongue on her dripping cunt.
“Fuck.” Tooru breathes out.
Tooru grinds her cunt against Hajime’s mouth and curses when Hajime’s tongue grazes her clit. She’s too sensitive. Hajime is eating her out like she’s been starving for days on end. She laps up all of Tooru’s slick and eagerly sucks on her labia, before moving on to sucking on Tooru’s clit – tongue swiping out to lave up and down her clit. It has Tooru’s thighs trembling and she’s letting out moan after moan from pleasure.
Hajime really knows how to eat pussy. She wonders how many cunts her mouth has been on and hopes that Tooru is the last because goddamn, she is never letting Hajime go. No one else apart from her is going to experience Hajime’s sinful mouth on their pussy from today if she can help it.
“Fuck, princess. Your mouth feels amazing. You’re making me feel so good.” Tooru praises and curls a hand in Hajime’s hair, pulling her deeper into her cunt while grinding down into her mouth at the same. Hajime is moaning against her pussy, and she can feel the vibrations dancing up her body. A low groan rips from Tooru’s throat.
When Hajime’s tongue prods at her entrance, she sighs in pleasure. Hajime’s tongue slips in easily – she’s so wet – and soon enough Hajime is fucking her with her tongue and one of her hands comes up to play Tooru’s clit. The dual stimulation doing wonders for Tooru.
It doesn’t last long though because Hajime removes the pressure of her hand on her clit and goes back to licking broad strokes up her cunt, from her hole all the way to her clit, gathering the wetness seeping out of her pussy in her mouth and swallowing, moaning around Tooru’s clit. Like she can’t get enough of Tooru’s cunt, like she absolutely loves the taste of Tooru in her mouth.
“Fuck, baby, you look sinful. Look like you were made to eat pussy, baby.” Tooru groans and the words have the desired effect on Hajime because she whimpers around Tooru’s pussy and fuck, fuck, fuck. If that isn’t the hottest thing she’s heard.
Hajime goes back to tongue fucking her pussy, two fingers immediately coming up to rub fast circles onto Tooru’s clit. Tooru knows she won’t last much longer with Hajime’s tongue and hand working her pussy to completion. She feels waves of pleasure building up in her core slowly, slowly, slowly until suddenly, her muscles pull taut and it’s about to crest–
“Fuck, Hajime! I’m cumming!” Tooru warns.
Hajime simply holds her hips down with one hand, the other still rubbing her clit fast as her orgasm starts. She covers Hajime in her cum – the liquid gushing out of Tooru’s pussy in a seemingly never-ending stream. Hajime keeps her down on her face until her cunt is finished streaming and pulsing on Hajime’s face. Once her pleasure fades, she pulls off Hajime’s face, moving lower to straddle her waist and marvels at the sight below her.
Tooru is the one who just had an orgasm, but Hajime is the one who looks beyond fucked out – hair disheveled, make up ruined, the lower half of her face covered in Tooru’s wetness. She still looks so fucking beautiful.
Hajime’s tongue peeks out to swipe at the remaining liquid she can reach on her face, and she moans – filthy and obscene at the taste.
“You taste so good, Tooru. Could eat you out forever.” Hajime admits.
“You’re fucking unbelievable, baby.”
“In a good way, I hope?” Hajime asks.
“Definitely.” Tooru confirms before cheekily adding, “so you love me huh? When exactly were you going to tell me?”
Hajime blanches. “You’re fucking insufferable, Tooru.”
Then, quieter, Hajime adds, “You’re the only who hasn’t noticed that I’ve been in love with you since we were in middle school.”
The confession warms her heart but knocks the breath out of her at the same time.
“If it’s any consolation, I’ve been in love with you since I was 12.” Tooru divulges.
She watches in real time as Hajime’s takes in the information, her eyes widening and breath hitching for a second, before shaking her head and chuckles.
“We’re both so fucking stupid.” Hajime says. “We could’ve had mind blowing sex earlier if we weren’t so stupid.”
Tooru gasps, affronted, “You only want me for my body! I knew it!”
Hajime rolls her eyes, “Dumbass.”
“That’s not a very nice thing to call your girlfriend, you know?”
“Oh, we’re girlfriends, now are we?” Hajime quirks an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, I’m deciding for us because we’ve both been stupid for so long.” Tooru leans down to kiss Hajime softly.
Hajime smiles, pulling away before whispering against her lips, “I love you, Tooru.”
“Love you too, baby.”
Tooru pulls her girlfriend in for another kiss and thinks to herself that Iwaizumi Hajime is definitely worth the wait.