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Haruchiyo shifted once, twice, three times in bed. She sighed in frustration as she glared up at the ceiling; the warm air made the room feel stuffy, she can even feel a slight perspiration on her skin. The ceiling fan she turned on and the fan she plugged in before getting into bed with Takemichi didn’t do much to cool her down; in fact, it made the room feel even more stuffier!
Speaking of Takemichi… she turned her head on the pillow, playfully glaring at her girlfriend as the black haired girl slept soundly, not at all bothered by the warmth of their bedroom. She didn’t know how Takemichi could do it, but she wished she could sleep without a care in the world in a warm room. Looking back at the ceiling she watched the fan turning its propellers, wondering if maybe in the morning she can adjust its speed, hopefully then it’d feel cooler by tomorrow night.
She sighed again though, desperately wishing she could just turn on the AC. But she knew Takemichi gets cold real easily, even if it was hot as hell; she found out quickly in their relationship, and especially when she let Takemichi move in with her, that if the AC turns on at night Takemichi will immediately latch on to her to get warm again.
Normally that wouldn’t bother her. But unfortunately, with Takemichi’s body pressed so close to her, it has the effect of making her sweat up a storm, and not in an arousing way.
She pulled the blanket off of her and sat up. Repeatedly and quickly pulling at her tank top to feel a bit of fanning from the act, she debated on whether she should go into the living room to watch TV or not. It's not like she’ll be able to fall asleep any time soon anyway, plus she’ll be able to refill her glass for water often enough without waking Takemichi.
Barely shifting slowly to get out of bed so as not to wake her girlfriend she immediately felt a pair of slender arms wrap around her waist.
“Haru-chaaan,” Takemichi sleepily dragged her nickname, “Where are you going?”
Haruchiyo rolled her eyes as she flicked Takemichi’s forehead, “Maybe I was going to the bathroom.”
“Nuh uh, you’d have already gotten up earlier. I felt you shift in bed a lot tonight, what’s wrong?”
Haruchiyo sighed, “Sorry for waking you, but I was just too hot. I can’t sleep in a stuffy room and the fans aren’t helping. I decided to just go watch TV in the living room instead, maybe then I could sleep…”
Takemichi pouted, “I can help you sleep…” she trailed off then, now acting shy.
Haruchiyo snorted and raised a pointed brow as she looked back at Takemichi, “Oh yeah? How can you help me sleep?”
Immediately after asking, Haruchiyo felt Takemichi pull her head down, her face being pressed practically between Takemichi’s chest. It took her a moment for her brain to fully comprehend why Takemichi did that, but once the proverbial lightbulb lit up she quickly lunged for the opportunity presented to her.
Pushing Takemichi back down on the bed, she loomed over her with a look of pure lust.
“W-Why are you glaring at me like that?!” Takemichi stuttered.
“I’m not,” Haruchiyo curtly replied, too focused on wanting to see ecstasy bloom over Takemichi’s face. She then grabbed at Takemichi’s left breast, kneading softly and briefly brushing her thumb over the clothed nipple, causing a small moan to escape Takemichi’s lips.
“Haru-chan, Haru…” Takemichi panted. She squirmed when she felt Haruchiyo now start kneading her right breast. Her fingers occasionally flicking and then pinching her nipples. She shivered and squirmed some more, the act of Haruchiyo groping her breasts made her feel good, until she realized that Haruchiyo started to focus more on her nipples now, “W-Wait, Haru-chan-!”
She moaned louder, especially when she felt the wetness spread around the area on her night shirt.
“Oh…” Haruchiyo mumbled as she watched in awe at the wet spots on Takemichi’s shirt. She smirked as she proceeded to remove Takemichi’s shirt until she was met with slight resistance, “What? Embarrassed?”
Takemichi flushed a darker shade of red as she lightly tried to kick at Haruchiyo but failed, “Yes! I-I didn’t know if you would…” she trailed off, looking anywhere but at her girlfriend.
Haruchiyo lifted a brow, prompting Takemichi to continue when she chanced a glance back.
“That you would… find it disgusting.”
Haruchiyo narrowed her green eyes, almost scaring Takemichi with the sudden glare, as she finally, successfully, removed Takemichi’s night shirt; without a bra covering the scene, Haruchiyo stared at Takemichi’s nipples for a moment before leaning down to lap up the leaking milk.
She placed her mouth on the pink bud, her tongue swirling around the leaking bud as she started to suck at the now flowing milk. Her left hand slowly moved gently over Takemichi’s soft navel to her right breast, now flicking and twisting the nipple to make the milk come out.
Takemichi pressed her hands against Haruchiyo’s head, trying to push her off, “H-Haru-chan! Don’t! It’s so-”
“So hot?” Haruchiyo said suddenly, having lifted her head up and almost causing Takemichi’s shaky hands to poke her eyes.
“Messy!” Takemichi finished as she covered her face in embarrassment, “I’ve always hated it… having to wear nursing bras for a while, can’t even wear white shirts often because it’ll be seen through… how can you find that hot?”
“Because it’s you,” Haruchiyo said without judgement. She then lowered her head to meet Takemichi’s, their eyes leveled with each other as she continued, “I would never not find you unattractive because of this.” she leaned in, kissing Takemichi on the lips; the act quickly became heated as tongues were dancing against each other.
A string of saliva feebly connected them as they pulled apart; Takemichi’s face having turned even redder, while Haruchiyo simply looked smug from the act.
“Now, where was I?” Haruchiyo rhetorically asked. She returned her focus to Takemichi’s breasts; lightly resting on top of Takemichi, Haruchiyo immediately massaged the breasts, placing her mouth over the left nipple again as she suckled to taste the sweet milk. Her left hand snaked down slowly to the band of Takemichi’s underwear, lightly teasing over the material. She inwardly smirked when she heard, and felt, Takemichi gasp in surprise.
Her fingers traced over the covered cleft before lightly pressing on Takemichi’s clit. She teased the clit in time with her suckling, feeling the wetness spreading over the underwear she moved her hand back up to the waistband and pulled the underwear down, eager to feel skin contact.
“H-Haruchiyo~” Takemichi moaned once Haruchiyo pressed her finger against her clit again.
The warm finger circled and pressed her clit continuously before lowering slightly, now breaching her opening Haruchiyo curled her fingers, making a circular motion as she alternated between lighter and firmer pressure against the velvety walls.
Haruchiyo lightly bit at the nipple she was suckling before focusing her attention to the right nipple, “Now it’s your turn,” she mumbled while lowering her head.
A small lick before another light bite, then she put her mouth over the bud to stimulate more of the milk flow. She started to put a little more pressure in her fingering, now going deeper as she pressed the heel of her palm against Takemichi’s clit; her movement became more erratic, causing Takemichi to squirm more underneath her, Takemichi’s moans and quiet cries became louder making the once quiet room feel alive during the erotic union.
Takemichi made a sudden, loud gasp as she felt her body suddenly shiver intensely as she came, feeling her pussy clench as the fluid squirted all over the bedding and Haruchiyo’s hand and arm; the milk squirted from her breasts in time with her orgasm, making Haruchiyo cough a little at the sudden pressure against the back of her throat.
Takemichi panted, still feeling little aftershocks throughout her body as she calmed down, closing her eyes just as Haruchiyo removed her fingers and lifted her head to stare down at her. A little dribble of milk rested against the corner of Haruchiyo’s lips, making Takemichi blush yet again.
“So,” Haruchiyo started, “I think I just found a new hobby of mine. This will definitely be recorded in my notes about you.”
Takemichi gaped in surprise and slight exasperation, “What do you mean ‘new hobby’?!” then she narrowed her eyes, feeling a different kind of shiver run down her spine, “Wait, did you say you have notes about me?”
Without addressing her concerns, Haruchiyo immediately went back to playing with Takemichi’s breasts, “Enough talking, just give me more milk.”
Takemichi resigned to the fact that they definitely won’t be sleeping at all that night.