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Yushi has three fingers curled in Riku’s cunt when her phone rings. Riku opens her eyes—her eyelids are heavy and wet and it’s difficult—to watch Yushi sigh through her teeth and pull her dripping fingers out of Riku.
“No,” Riku whines, bucking her hips into the air, and Yushi rolls her eyes.
“Don’t be a brat. I told you I’d have to take a call.”
Riku’s too gone to say anything else. Her cunt is sore, and when she reaches down to assuage the ache the heel of her hand bumps against her swollen clit. It hurts. It hurts so bad, and she’s been so good; keeping her mouth shut when Yushi denies her again and again, or changes her mind and wants Riku to cum three times in a row. She’s so wet that her thighs and ass are slippery. Her nipples ache. Her chest is covered in bitten bruises.
“Riku,” Yushi says. She’s standing at the end of the bed, beautiful in her boxers and nothing else. Her phone is in her hand and her mouth is pressed into a line. “Don’t fucking touch yourself. You can’t be good for five minutes?”
“I can,” Riku says quickly, her mouth filling with spit. “I can, I promise—”
“Shut up,” Yushi says, but with that tinge of fondness Riku knows so well, and it’s not so hard to stop rubbing her clit when Yushi loves her so much. So much that she always knows exactly what Riku needs. She knows that Riku is greedy, that she always takes the easy way out—she knows Riku needs to work for it. Needs to squirm and suffer and beg. Needs to be given more than she thinks she can handle, and then more and more.
Yushi sits down on the edge of the bed and holds her phone to her ear. “Hello. Yes, I’m free.”
Riku presses her thighs together and curls onto her side. Like this, she can look at the way Yushi shines in the afternoon light—her sharp shoulderblades, her perfect little ponytail, the soft crease of her stomach as she slouches. When she talks to her boss or her coworkers she’s always so soft-spoken, quiet and demure—as though she’s not in control. As though she’s not smarter than every single one of them. Riku’s the only one who really knows Yushi, knows her sharp tongue and mean smile and overwhelming gentleness, all layered into one beautiful person. It’s enough to make Riku tremble with desire.
“I understand,” Yushi says into the phone. Her gaze flickers to Riku’s face and then to her ass, and Riku swallows a whine and bites the blanket. She’s so—empty. Her mouth and her cunt and her ass. All of it. It’s not fair! She needs Yushi more than Yushi’s stupid fucking coworkers! Doesn’t Yushi know? Doesn’t she—doesn’t she care?
“One moment,” Yushi says. Riku doesn’t have time to process—Yushi presses something on her phone, glares at Riku, and then smacks her ass. Four slaps, all hard enough to reverberate through her entire body. Riku yells and fists her hands into the damp bedding.
“Why—”
“You can’t even be quiet,” Yushi hisses. “Whining like a slut.”
“I’m not—!”
“You are,” Yushi says coldly. “You’re a fucking slut. I can’t trust you. Get on your back.”
Riku scrambles clumsily to obey. She watches through wet eyelashes as Yushi takes off her boxers and climbs onto the bed, bracketing her thighs on either side of Riku’s waist. Yushi’s pussy is shining with wetness, tantalizing and beautiful, and if Riku was allowed she’d reach down and rub her clit or dip her fingers into Yushi’s slick, bring it to her mouth so she can taste it—but she’s not allowed, so she doesn’t.
“Say it,” Yushi says. Her eyes are dark. She slaps one of Riku’s tits, and it hurts. “Tell me what you are.” A slap to the other tit. Riku gasps and tries to flinch away but Yushi presses down on her sternum. Looks at her like she’s an inconvenience. “What are you, Riku?”
“I’m a slut,” Riku chokes. Her nipples ache, sending sharp shocks to her cunt. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I just—"
Yushi scoffs. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault you’re a slut. You can’t help it.”
It’s so fucking humiliating. Riku’s glad when Yushi moves up to sit on her face, if only so she won’t be able to speak. She opens her mouth greedily as Yushi settles in, her clit nestled against Riku’s tongue and her entrance hot and damp against Riku’s chin. When Riku looks up, all she can see are Yushi’s perfect tits, her hard nipples, the roll of her stomach below her belly button. The angle makes Riku dizzy. It’s easier to close her eyes and take it.
“Now you can’t say anything,” Yushi says, fisting a hand in Riku’s hair. “I’m getting back on the phone. Be a good girl.”
Riku moans into Yushi’s cunt. She loves being smothered like this—surrounded by the scent of Yushi’s pussy, her slick dripping down Riku’s chin, her thighs bracketing Riku’s head. She loves lapping at Yushi’s stiff little clit, taking it between her lips and sucking, feeling Yushi’s thighs tighten around her face. She loves having no control. Like right now—Yushi twists her hair and rocks against her face, the motion making it hard for Riku to catch a breath through her nose. She doesn’t care. She wraps her arms around Yushi’s thighs and tries to pull her closer, deeper, swallows her spit and Yushi’s slick and fails to suppress another tight moan in the back of her throat.
“I’ve tried to tell him,” Yushi says on the phone. Riku hears it like she’s underwater. “He never listens to me. I’m doing my best to implement your strategy.”
Yushi’s hand tightens in Riku’s hair and she slides slightly higher on Riku’s face. Oh—like this, Riku can lick into her hole. Can swallow mouthfuls of her slick. Can thrust her tongue in and tongue-fuck Yushi like a good girl. Riku licks and licks, relishing the clench of Yushi’s cunt, the pillowy warmth of her walls, the way her hips stutter when Riku fucks her just right. Because Riku is good. Because Riku always gives Yushi what she wants.
By the time her tongue is sore, Riku can’t make out Yushi’s words anymore. There’s a pleasant humming in her head and a white emptiness in her chest, like she’s floating on a cloud. Her skin feels weightless. She sucks at Yushi’s clit and hums whenever Yushi pushes her pelvis harder into Riku’s face. She rubs at Yushi’s thighs. Yushi’s doing a lot of hmm-ing on the phone in her soft, polite tone. She’s always so unaffected. She’s always—god. Riku loves her so much. She loves being good for Yushi. She loves that she can’t breathe under Yushi’s cunt. She loves the aching emptiness in her own body—how it begs to be filled, even as she’s filling Yushi with her tongue.
“Of course,” Yushi says. These words filter through—Yushi’s voice is becoming a little louder, a little sharper. “I’ll talk to her tomorrow morning. I need to—okay. Yes. What were you saying?”
Riku is so empty. She’s so—! It’s not fair. It’s not fair that this random coworker gets to hear Yushi’s voice while Riku has to stay quiet and ache like a good girl. Has to widen her mouth and flatten her tongue as—oh—as Yushi starts to ride her face in earnest, no longer giving Riku enough control to lick or thrust or suck. It’s a brutal rhythm, punishing, and Riku feels new wetness leak from her own cunt. It’s completely perfect. She needs Yushi to use her—always use her—needs Yushi to make Riku’s body a canvas for her own desires.
“Sounds good,” Yushi says. Her voice is tight. It’s saying shut up. It makes Riku whimper, makes her pussy clench. “Yep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.”
There’s the distant sound of a dial tone, and a phone being tossed onto the carpet. Riku moans, high and unashamed, and goes limp as Yushi grinds against her tongue.
“Fuck,” Yushi groans. “That’s it, baby. You finally remembered how to be good, huh? All it takes is a—fuck—a faceful of pussy?”
There are tears sliding down Riku’s cheeks. She’s weightless and heavy at the same time, trapped under Yushi’s beautiful body, and she wants—she wants Yushi to cum. She wants to cum. She wants to spend her life with her mouth on Yushi’s cunt, and with sore tits and an aching clit.
“Fuck,” Yushi bites, and goes still. Her fingernails scratch against Riku’s scalp as she cums, her thighs clamp tight around Riku’s head, her hips shudder and her cunt pulses on Riku’s tongue. Riku licks her through it, hums in complete ecstasy at the tight, low sound in Yushi’s chest, and keeps lapping at her wetness until Yushi taps her sharply on the cheek. “Good girl. That’s enough.”
When Yushi climbs off of her, Riku is left drifting in the afternoon air. She reaches absentmindedly for Yushi’s hand, or maybe her waist, but finds nothing. She blinks. She feels Yushi lay a kiss on her forehead.
“Yushi?” she asks. There’s some shuffling around. The bed dips and relaxes. Riku closes her damp eyelids and licks Yushi’s slick from her lips.
“Yes?” Yushi’s voice comes from the foot of the bed. There’s a drawer being opened—anxiety builds in Riku’s gut—and something being thrown onto the mattress. “We’re not done, Riku. Did you think we were done?”
“No,” Riku lies. She should’ve known better. Yushi doesn’t get distracted, and she doesn’t give up or get tired. She’s been torturing Riku all day. She’s been—there’s a slap on Riku’s clit, hard and painful, and Riku chokes on her spit.
“You thought we were done,” Yushi says mildly. “Stupid girl.”
Another slap. Riku tries to close her thighs but Yushi pushes them apart, and then sinks three fingers into her cunt. It aches, it feels so good, it—Riku angles her hips so the fingers sink deeper, perfect against her g-spot, and yells when Yushi starts to massage it harshly.
“How many times have I fucked you today?” Yushi asks, conversational, pulling her fingers out and thrusting in again. “How many times, baby girl?”
“I don’t know,” Riku cries. She squirms as Yushi finger-fucks her harder, faster, so overwhelming that her stomach starts to cramp. It hurts. It feels like being set on fire. It’s so fucking good that she can’t stop crying or yelling, probably loud enough to get complaints from the neighbors—again.
“You don’t know?” Yushi laughs. Her smile is wide through Riku’s foggy vision. “Is that right? You’re so fucking greedy that I have to fuck you over and over until you lose count?”
“No!” Riku says. She’s gonna—she’s gonna cum soon. She’s gonna cum if Yushi keeps fingering her cunt like this, fast and mean. She spreads her legs and pulls her knees to her chest to give Yushi better access, and when she blinks her eyes open through the tears Yushi’s staring at her cunt with laser focus. Watching her fingers fuck in and out. Like the only good thing about Riku is her pussy.
“If you cum now, you have to cum two more times,” Yushi says, but Riku’s too gone to care. She needs release, and Yushi’s right—Riku is a slut. She’s so greedy for it. She needs Yushi’s fingers inside her always, needs Yushi’s burning stare, her disapproval, the way she fucks Riku the way she needs to be fucked—and she’s so good with her fingers. Probably because she fucked dozens of girls before Riku, because Yushi is experienced, because Riku is weak and in love with her and—Yushi pushes her fingers in deep, rubs fiercely against Riku’s g-spot—with her typical unaffected expression—
“Please,” Riku cries. Her limbs are shaking. “Please, please Yushi, please can I—”
“I’m not stopping you,” Yushi huffs, and Riku cums.
It’s lights-out. Her back arches off the bed and her vision goes black. Her cunt clenches around Yushi’s fingers, vice-tight, and her body shakes with the force of it. It’s a glorious golden wave that pulls her under, drowning, thrashing against the bed. Yushi’s free hand finds her clit and rubs, and Riku screams. She can’t stop cumming. She’s gonna fucking die with Yushi’s wetness still gathered around her lips and Yushi’s fingers pressing deep in her cunt, marking her from the inside, never ceasing to press in and in and in. Riku’s trembling. There’s drool at the corners of her mouth. She’s babbling something, she’s not sure what, and she’s trying desperately to breathe.
“Pretty girl,” Yushi’s saying. She pinches Riku’s clit painfully. “Such a pretty slut. Mine.”
“Yes,” Riku says. “Yes, I’m—ow!”
Yushi pulls her fingers out and Riku feels a gush of wetness follow. She chokes on her breath when Yushi pinches her clit again. She can’t take it. She can’t. She can’t fucking take it anymore, she’s so sensitive and sore, and if Yushi touches her more she’ll combust. She’ll die. She’ll die.
“So dramatic,” Yushi says, a laugh threaded through her words. “You’re not going to die. I haven’t even fucked you with my strap yet.”
“No,” Riku says wetly. “I can’t. Yushi, baby, I—”
That earns her clit a slap. “I’m not your fucking baby.”
Humiliation and pain, a rolling wave under Riku’s skin. When she hears the vibrator turn on she opens her eyes in horror and cranes her head to look at Yushi, who has a gentle smile on her face. It’s so close to the smile she has when they’re cuddling on the couch or falling asleep next to each other, when she looks at Riku’s face and says I’m so lucky to have you—it’s so close. That’s what makes it terrifying. It’s a smile of pure love, and it’s what Yushi wears when she wants to break Riku’s cunt.
“I can’t,” Riku says, but it’s too late. Yushi presses the vibrator to her aching, oversensitive clit, and Riku doesn’t even have the strength to scream. It hurts so bad. It feels like her nerves are being electrocuted. It feels like the purest, most horrible form of pleasure to ever exist. Her vision shuts off and every muscle in her body seizes up.
She tries to get away. She tries to scramble up the bed, to curl into a ball and hide, but Yushi’s too fast. She always is. She gets Yushi sitting on her thigh and a slap to her face for good measure, so sharp it makes her drool onto her chin, and besides—no matter what Yushi says, Riku is good. She won’t try again. She’ll wet her face with tears and drool as Yushi grinds the vibrator into her clit on the second highest setting. She’ll hiccup around Yushi’s fingers when Yushi rubs them against her tongue, slides them down her throat. She’ll hollow her cheeks and suck. She’s a good girl. It hurts. It hurts so bad, but she’s good.
“See? You can,” Yushi says. Patient, matter-of-fact. Only Yushi knows what Riku can take. “You’re gonna cum like this.”
Yushi turns the vibrator to the highest setting. She pulls her fingers from Riku’s mouth and wipes them on her tits. Making her sloppy. Wet. Anyone who saw Riku right now would know she’s a slut—grinding up against the vibe even though it hurts, looking up into Yushi’s face and crying, whining high and desperate through her gritted teeth. She loves Yushi. She wants to be good for her. She’d do anything for her, has done anything—got fingered while wasted in a club bathroom, let Yushi shove a vibe into her cunt before they went on the train and cried silently as she came over and over—got on her knees in an elevator and ate Yushi’s pussy—let Yushi fuck her ass on a hotel balcony in Paris, the dildo streching her wide, and squirted when Yushi finally rubbed her clit—
Yushi moves the vibe until it presses at her opening.
“It hurts,” Riku sobs, trying desperately not to writhe. It hurts. It feels so—so much.
Yushi smiles. Perfect, sharp little teeth. “I know.”
The vibe isn’t that big—no wider than a can of Red Bull—but when Yushi pushes it into Riku’s cunt she blacks out. Feels split in two. She’s not even a person anymore. Her brain is gone and she’s never getting it back, and she’s gonna cum like this. She’s gonna cum even though it hurts because it hurts so good. It’s what she fucking—it’s what she needs. She needs it, she needs it, she—Yushi always knows what she needs—
“You’re so pretty when you cry for me,” Yushi says. Her voice is like a song. “You’re such a good hole.”
Riku barely registers when she cums. It’s like she never stopped cumming from the last time. The force of it pushes the vibrator from her cunt—it doesn’t hurt anymore, but that’s not—she needs it—she reaches down and presses her palm against her clit and falls apart. Nothing left. Pleasure through every pore of her body. She faintly registers Yushi’s weight leaving her—only because she’s able to curl onto her side, her hand trapped between her thighs.
“Fuck,” Riku’s saying, somehow. “I can’t—I can’t—oh.”
Somewhere, Yushi’s laughing softly. It makes Riku feel small and beautiful. She’s cumming and swallowing her spit and her tears. She’s cumming even as she tucks her knees into her chest. She’s rubbing at her cunt, feeling it clench around her fingertips, feeling arcs of pain as her palm bumps against her clit. She feels like an animal. She feels—perfect. Clean.
“Yushi,” Riku begs. “Yushi, please. Please.”
“Baby,” Yushi says, sticky sweet. Her voice comes from behind Riku’s head. “What do you need, hm? Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” Riku cries. “So good, I love it, I—please.”
The hands that find her spine are soft. Riku must be even more of a wreck than she realizes if Yushi’s touching her gently. She trembles and leans into the touch, and she gasps when Yushi kisses her cheek. Gentle, wet, patient. Yushi hums and turns Riku’s head to look into her eyes. Yushi is so, so beautiful. “Just a little more, okay? I need you on my cock.”
Riku won’t survive it. She won’t, but she also knows it’d be useless to say anything. She doesn’t even have the words. She’s boneless as Yushi maneuvers her onto her stomach. Her tits are sore, she’s smearing spit on the sheets, and she’s crying silently into the pillow. She barely feels Yushi slapping her ass until the slaps turn hard enough to bruise, until they do bruise, until Yushi pushes her fingers into the bruises one by one and makes Riku squirm. And then Yushi leaves for a bit, probably to put on the strap, and Riku drifts. She’s a good girl. She’s a good fuckhole. It’ll hurt to have Yushi’s strap splitting her open—she’s so sore—but she’s a good girl, so she’ll take it. Not just take it. She’ll love it.
“C’mon, baby,” Yushi says. The bed dips under her weight. “Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy.” Riku does. Yushi strokes her lips carefully—probably the last time she’ll be careful. “You’re so red. I bet it hurts.”
Riku tries to say it does but she just gurgles pathetically. She feels the head of Yushi’s strap press against her swollen, aching cunt, and she curls her hands into the sheets. It’s just—it's too much. It’s too big. It hurts when it pushes in, even though she’s still soaking wet and Yushi’s using lube. It hurts. It’s—perfect. Every inch of Yushi’s cock always feels perfect. Like Yushi’s swallowed her whole, finally possessed her entirely, stolen her mind and her personhood and made her useless except for her hole and her tits and her mouth. Yushi pushes in slowly, pain and searing pleasure, and Riku bites the corner of the pillowcase as she feels her cunt stretch and stretch.
“Useless,” Yushi says, echoing Riku’s thoughts, and it makes Riku feel warm. “This is all you’re good for, right?” Yushi groans appreciatively when she bottoms out. “Right? I bet all you do at work is think about being fucked like this. Cumming on my cock. You probably run to the bathroom and fuck yourself when I text you.”
It’s not true—Riku is good at her job, and she’s only done that last part a half dozen times—but it’s humiliating anyways. She feels her cunt clench around Yushi, feels herself get wetter, feels her shoulders shake as she cries.
“You like it?” Yushi asks, pulling out and thrusting in deep.
“Yes,” Riku chokes. “Hurts.”
“Good,” Yushi says. “You like it when it hurts.”
After that, Riku can’t hear much of anything. She keeps her face pressed into the pillow while Yushi fucks her, building up a brutal rhythm that has Riku wincing and trembling. She’s so full, and it’s so much, and Yushi’s right—this is all Riku wants. She wants Yushi to break her. She wants it to hurt for days so she never forgets who fucks her, who feeds her cunt, who gives her what she needs. Yushi. Only Yushi. Beautiful, sadistic Yushi with her perfect body and perfect mouth and lovely little voice that only gets mean for Riku. Yushi, who fucks her until she can’t breathe. The sounds of Riku’s sloppy, stretched cunt are disgusting. Obscene. Riku can only imagine what she looks like from the back, red and gaping around Yushi’s strap, her ass mottled with bruises.
She doesn’t know how long Yushi fucks her for, but Yushi never gets tired. Sometimes she shoves Riku’s head into the pillow until she really can’t breathe, and when that happens she feels so full and weightless and perfect that when Yushi lets go, Riku grins stupidly into the pillowcase.
“Oh,” Riku sobs when Yushi starts fucking her slower, deeper. “It’s so good, it’s so—I need it. I need it forever, I never want—I need it like this forever.” She does. She needs it forever. She needs to be on Yushi’s cock forever. She needs the pain, the stretch, the overwhelming static in her brain.
“I know,” Yushi says, panting. “Greedy.”
She can feel the strokes in her toes. She can feel the stretch in her cunt, the pain from being fucked open all day—in the morning, she woke up shaking with Yushi’s fingers inside of her, with Yushi’s mouth on her nipples—but the best feeling is when Yushi flops against her, her tits pressing against Riku’s back, and starts mouthing at her shoulder. She thrusts gently. Little hiccups of pressure.
“Baby girl,” Yushi murmurs. “I love feeling you around my strap. I love your—I love your pussy, baby. I love you.”
“I love you,” Riku echoes mindlessly. Her throat is scraped raw from crying. She wishes she could see Yushi’s face. She wishes Yushi could stay inside of her for the rest of her life, so Riku could clench her cunt and always feel Yushi stretching her out—her fingers, her tongue, her cock—the handle of her hairbrush, the neck of a beer bottle—because Yushi loves Riku’s pussy, loves breaking it, loves fucking it—
“You have to cum one more time,” Yushi says. She sounds like she’s inside Riku’s mind. “Can you do that for me?”
Riku would do anything for Yushi. She’s so well-trained, so perfect for Yushi, so good for her—such an absolute slut. She’s made herself this way. She could probably cum from having her tits slapped if Yushi commanded her to.
Riku whines, clenches down on Yushi’s strap, and cums—and when she cums on Yushi’s cock it feels endless, even though she’s numb and half-alive. Each wave of her orgasm makes her tighter. Each squeeze of her cunt presses the cock deeper and firmer into her sore hole. If she wasn’t so tired she’d be sobbing again. If she wasn’t so weak she’d be screaming. As it is, all she can do is push her face into the pillow and let it build and subside and build again. She’s so—full. And it feels so good. So good. So good, perfect and forever, her muscles clenching in perfect pleasure, her legs shaking, it’s so good. It’s so fucking—and it only subsides for a moment, a blessed second of peace, before—
“Wow,” Yushi says, her voice tinged with amusement. “Again?”
“Oh god,” Riku begs—
She does scream as the second—fourth—she doesn’t know—orgasm slams into her. There’s bursts of red behind her eyelids. Yushi’s hands slip under her chest to grab her tits, and Riku—she—fades. Loses herself. Comes apart at the seams. Her cunt—Yushi’s strap, her hands, the smell of her sweat—Riku’s teeth tearing at the pillowcase—her hips jerk, and Yushi’s cock slides out slightly, but Yushi presses against her shoulderblades and forces it back into her impossibly tight cunt. Riku feels it in her stomach. In her chest. In her fucking throat—
And, like it often does, everything goes dark after that.
Riku comes back slowly. Like a river flowing lazily down stream, her consciousness trickles home. She’s warm and comfortable—besides the smarting bruises on her ass and tits, which ache perfectly—and all she can smell is the sweetness of Yushi’s skin. She makes a wordless noise into the blankets—dry, clean—and feels herself smile when Yushi’s hands land gently on her jaw.
“There you are,” Yushi says. When Riku blinks her eyes open, Yushi is laying next to her, looking at her with careful eyes. “How’s the pain?”
Yushi’s thumb rubs over her mouth. Riku opens her lips to suck at it. It’s soothing, she finds, to have something in her mouth when she’s drifting into the real world. Sometimes Yushi lets Riku suck her tits, but right now Yushi has a soft sleepshirt on and a fresh pair of boxers. Her hair is carefully braided. It’s not just Riku who has to settle back to earth—it’s Yushi, too. Sometimes Riku thinks sex leaves them both gloriously empty, two vessels reaching for each other in the dark, refilling their bodies with soft light.
“Riku,” Yushi says. “Answer me. How’s the pain?”
Riku hums and shifts her body, still sucking on the tip of Yushi’s thumb. Her pussy is extremely sore—she’ll feel it in the morning, probably. She’ll feel it on the bus and the train and in her cubicle at work. Exactly how it should be.
“Hurts,” Riku says around Yushi’s finger. “Good hurt, not bad.”
Yushi brushes her spit-slick thumb over Riku’s lips and then leans down to kiss her softly. Riku’s chest melts—she reaches for Yushi’s shoulders and pulls her close, pressing up against her. Her nipples chafe perfectly against Yushi’s shirt.
“I made some tea,” Yushi says quietly, into the curve of Riku’s neck. Her hands slip down to squeeze lightly at Riku’s ass. “Let me know when you want it.”
Riku makes a quiet noise of understanding and runs a hand along Yushi’s back. Yushi’s breathing is slow and deep, a perfect metronome for Riku’s heartbeat. There’s already a simmering ache in her gut that looks forward to Yushi fucking her again. Maybe after dinner, or in the morning before work—maybe she’ll make Riku wear a plug in her ass.
Yushi’s never been incredibly affectionate. She shows love through her actions, with her body—when they first started going out, before they became official, Riku didn’t understand why Yushi always bit her when they kissed, or why she didn’t smile when she called Riku pretty. She understands it now. Yushi isn’t great with her words, but she’s fiercely possessive. When Riku said shyly, the first time they fucked, I actually—could you be rough with me—? Yushi’s eyes had lit up. It’s why they’re perfect for each other, why they’ve been together so long, why Yushi brings Riku on all her business trips and vacations. Riku loves Yushi—always has, from the moment they met, from the moment Riku laid eyes on the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen—and so Riku wants Yushi to own her. To consume her. To treat her like she’s small and vulnerable. It makes Riku feel safe.
And, like this, Yushi can show her love without words. She can be cruel and possessive and brutal, all those parts of her personality she hides during the day, for her career and her family and her friends. Only with Riku can Yushi be the total sum of her parts.
Riku flutters her eyes shut as Yushi kisses her again.
“Love you, baby,” Riku mumbles into her mouth.
Yushi sighs softly and pinches Riku’s ass. “Love you too.” Riku hears her swallow. “Come to the liquor store with me later. No bra or panties.”
Riku smiles against Yushi’s cheek. Yushi loves her so much. It’s adorable. “Whatever you say,” she says, and means it.