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Hatsune’s heart felt light.
As she took in the taste of Tomori’s tongue, sweet like the candy they both shared moments prior, she felt something inside her begin to shift. Something she once thought impossible to overcome began to vanish as all she could think about was the beautiful girl currently blindly exploring the blonde’s back with her hands, as she continued to indulge in the hungry kiss they both shared.
“T… Tomori…” Hatsune struggled to talk as she temporarily broke the kiss. “I– ah!”
“Hatsu-chan– *smack*” Tomori cut off her lover as she began giving her neck some affection, placing kisses all over it, which got a reaction from the idol. “I’m so glad– you stayed– *smack*”
“Tomori, this is too much–”
“Hm…?” The smaller girl interrupted her affection for just a moment, looking at Hatsune inquisitively.
“Oh, um, I mean– sorry, I’m fine, just… wow.”
“...Okay.” Not missing a beat, now that she was sure everything was fine, the MyGO!!!!! member resumed her ministrations eagerly. What she lacked in experience and knowledge, she made up for with enthusiasm.
“T-Tomori, I’m going to fa– aah!”
Stumbling from her love’s weight on her, Hatsune fell to the floor, Tomori following suit with no hesitation, placing herself on top of her as she continued to kiss her, moving again to her face as her knee placed itself between the taller girl’s thighs. Neither girl had any experience at all when it came to love, aside from what they saw on TV or online, and that naturally came with awkwardness; while Hatsune squirmed under her lover, unsure what to do and frozen in place as she basked in the intense feelings the girl’s lips and hands on her skin brought her, Tomori was utterly lost in her own world, simply riding the high of the white-hot feelings rising up from within her and driving her to taste more, to feel more, to experience more .
It didn’t take long for Hatsune’s top to go. Tomori struggled for a moment to remove it, as it was tucked into the blonde’s skirt, but she finally managed when the Ave Mujica member unbuttoned said skirt. The ash-haired girl froze for a moment as she admired her; her skin almost glimmered in the moonlight, a plain white bra being the only thing protecting the idol’s modesty. She felt rather self-conscious; she knew she could trust Tomori, but she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if anyone else saw her like this– with so many eyes on her at all times, just one picture could spell disaster for her career, and–
Her thoughts grinded to a halt as Tomori began biting at her shoulder.
“Ah– ow– Tomori–!”
“Mmm… soft. Tasty.” The singer licked her lips, seemingly enjoying the feast for the eyes (and the mouth) before her.
“That’s going to leave a mark…” Hatsune complained, though she found it incredibly unconvincing as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. She would just have to hope it would fade before her next masquerade… or that Sakiko would let her tweak her outfit. “Tomori, please be more gentle– mmh –” Her sentence was cut short by her lover’s knee softly pressing into her core, and it didn’t take long after her reaction for the more forward girl to start kissing her again, this time even more passionately than before.
Tomori felt strangely calm as she labored to make Hatsune feel good. Her anxieties about her feelings from earlier in the day had all but vanished; now that she was here, in the moment, the blonde’s arousal evident from the wetness on her knee, nothing mattered but her desires and her own. She did her best to kiss her properly, thanking herself for that one night of curiosity leading her to knowledge she would have never gathered otherwise. Be careful of your teeth. Match your partner’s rhythm. Mind the noses. Sometimes, her pace halted as she got lost in the hundred little things to be careful of, but Hatsune hardly seemed to notice, too lost in the bliss of being loved.
Yes, being loved. That was something that only a few days ago, Hatsune was unsure she deserved. She was used to loving, to chasing after someone unattainable, but she never had these feelings returned before, let alone with such fervor. The blonde was beyond much more thinking soon enough, however. When Tomori’s left hand clumsily fiddled with her bra’s hook, she surrendered any sort of reservation and simply let herself enjoy the moment she had literally dreamed of.
Finally, after some time, Hatsune managed to gather herself enough to return Tomori’s affections. First, she shifted, giving the girl easier access to her back. Once she felt the garment loosen around her, she pushed back against the girl, swapping positions with her, and began removing some of her clothing as well.
“I…! Tomori, you’re… you make me feel…!”
“Hatsu-chan…”
“You’re beautiful… so beautiful…” Hatsune continued, not breaking eye contact as she removed Tomori’s tie and blazer, revealing her collarbone.
She suddenly felt so very, very hungry herself. Now, she understood her partner.
How was she supposed not to indulge when this adorable girl was this soft, this kind and yet so intense, and so… so small? She may have been only a few centimeters taller than this girl, but she felt almost tiny when under her like this. She could just eat her up. But she would be kind. There was time for intensity yet. The night had only just begun.
Slowly, Hatsune began to lick away at the parts of Tomori’s torso that had been revealed by her undressing. The taste was altogether normal, of course. Just a hint of salt. It was nothing like those descriptions she would read at times, while fantasizing about acts she dared not speak out loud with someone she knew she could never have. And yet, she felt like she had just found an oasis after a month in the desert.
She wanted more. She simply had to have more. So, when Tomori’s hand found the top of her head, pushing her closer to her chest as she used the other to unbutton her shirt, the guitarist had absolutely no objections.
“ Haaah … Hatsu-chan… please…”
“At your service, my love…~”
“ Nnngh –” Tomori’s moans felt almost sinful to hear. Most everyone perceived her as this innocent girl, who could not hurt a fly, and only ever spoke up when she had to sing. But if they only knew how intensely that flame within her truly burned, if any of them knew how strongly she could want and need and take … well, Hatsune felt lucky that it was a sight only for her.
It wasn’t long before the blonde found herself playing at Tomori’s nipples with her tongue and hand. Somehow, she hadn’t expected her to be quite so… well-endowed . Perhaps it was due to her choice of clothing, which was usually so modest, especially that baggy hoodie she liked to wear, but… now that there was nothing in her way, the pastel pink bra having been tossed aside within seconds, she could truly take in how blessed she was in that aspect. Her eyes, somehow, were drawn to a tiny mole on her right breast, like a cherry on top of a nice, doughy pastry, there for her to indulge. She couldn’t explain why it felt so attractive to her; something about it just drove her crazy, and only made her passion more intense. When she decided to softly bite at her nipple, she felt her hand clutch at her head harder, and heard a moan louder than her usual speaking voice; a pleasant reward for her efforts.
Tomori, meanwhile, was in heaven.
Her usual anxiety regarding others seemed to have left her body when her clothes did. Right now, not even she could overthink this. She simply wanted Hatsune to keep going. Her eyes were fixed on the blonde as she indulged in her chest. She couldn’t help but think she was beautiful. So soft, with eyes so vibrant. That empty gaze that fascinated her was nowhere to be found now, and replaced by something altogether more beautiful still: a glint of pleasure lit up her irises, and she could have sworn they emitted their own light. Two beautiful, purple stars, shining with need. Only for her. Only for her.
Eventually, Hatsune noticed that Tomori’s hold on her was slowly loosening. Wondering what was happening, she shifted some of her focus to her surroundings, and noticed that her other hand was slowly massaging over her panties.
“Tomori… do you need some help with that, sweetheart?”
“ Mmm … please…?”
Hatsune, eager to please, smiled as she removed her partner’s skirt, stopping before removing the last piece of clothing she had left to admire the sight beneath her. This small, beautiful girl was hers to enjoy, a blush on her face as she exposed herself to someone else for the first time. Hatsune expected herself to be more selfish in her appreciation. Whenever she thought about Sakiko, she imagined herself in control; taking all she wanted from her until she was satisfied. But right now, as she slowly lowered her fellow vocalist’s underwear to her knees, then to her ankles, and then off her body… all she wanted was to pleasure her. To service her as best she could.
Perhaps her desire to serve the one she loves could be expressed in this way.
“Ha– aangh –Hatsu-chan… yes…!” Tomori almost growled as she felt her lover’s tongue exploring her folds eagerly. She felt a heat rising through her body that was indescribable; it surpassed anything she had ever felt before. It was like that feeling she got after successfully completing a concert, only a hundred times more intense. She felt as if she could melt right there, and yet, paradoxically, her legs tensed with arousal as she closed them on her partner’s head.
Somehow, as she restrained Hatsune against her core, with no other option for her but to keep licking at her clit, the latter felt more free than she had ever been. Her movement was being restricted by her thighs against the sides of her head, but that only made the chains that remained around her wrists since her birth feel looser and looser. Everything brought her a ravenous kind of peace: from the intoxicating flavor of her fluid, to the heat radiating from her folds, and especially the delicious moans and near-screams she simply needed to let out. She wondered for a moment, with what little of her mind that wasn't focused on the taste, the scent and the sounds: if she did a good job and made her cum, would those chains finally vanish?
There was only one way to find out: to keep going. Keep moving her tongue in slow circles, maybe introduce a finger or two– oh , she liked that. Let out some soft moans– god knows she’s been dying to do that, too. Do more, and more, and more, until she feels her tighten around her digits and–
“ Hannnh~! Hatsu-chan~!”
Tomori wasted no time in exploding all over the blonde’s face, the latter greedily swallowing as much as she could, the rest dripping off her chin and onto the floor. A part of Hatsune worried about the girl’s parents overhearing them. That would be awkward to explain. However, when her focus returned to the beautiful girl beside her, who was still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced, her chest heaving and her face painted a lovely shade of red, all thoughts of concern vanished, as she felt her heart beat just a bit harder still.
Slowly, Hatsune moved from her home between Tomori’s thighs, rested on her side next to her, and kissed her tenderly.
“I hope you enjoyed that, princess.”
“*haaah* Princess…?”
“O-Oh, do you not like that pet name?”
“N-No, I’m just… surprised. I like it.”
“That’s good.” The blonde smiled softly.
Finding strength she didn’t know she could have in that smile, Tomori took a deep breath and slowly rose to her feet, almost stumbling. “C-Come on– let’s go up there,” the gray-haired girl offered, pointing at her loft bed. “It’ll be more comfortable for the rest of it.”
“Hm? “The rest”? What are you talking about?”
Tomori blushed even more intensely somehow. “Y-You know… you haven’t… um, finished, yet. I want to do that for you.”
Something in Hatsune struggled to accept what she had just heard. Did she really deserve this? She was the one who kissed her first, on that day in the park, without even asking for her consent. She was the one who refused to accept her kind offer to join the band they made together. She was certainly not due for a favor such as this. No, she should say she’s fine. Say it’s nothing to worry about, and–
“Come on.” As the MyGO!!!!! member tenderly took her hand in hers, leading her to the ladder with a smile on her face and those adorable, golden eyes, Hatsune’s combativeness all but vanished. When Tomori’s other hand rested on the small of her back, weakly pushing her ahead of her, she felt encouraged. And when the room’s owner seemed to not be able to resist placing an unusually chaste kiss on her cheek as the guitarist reached for the first rung, Hatsune finally let go of that voice in her head. This was not the time for self-doubt. Tomori said she wanted to do this for her, didn’t she? So it had to be okay.
She could let herself be loved. She was allowed. No– no one had to allow her to be loved. If they did, that was enough. She understood that now.
Hatsune did her best to make herself at home in Tomori’s bed. Being in someone else’s bed like this felt… strange. The only time she really did so was that one shameful night where she rested in Sakiko’s bed back at her apartment, gazing regretfully at Oblivionis’s costume next to her, wishing the girl who once wore it would return. It all felt so far away now. Had she really changed that much since then? She didn’t feel like she did.
Eventually, Tomori made her way up the ladder as well, after turning off the small desk lamp that had served as their main source of light the rest of the evening. Now, only the soft light of the full moon illuminated them. The girl’s face made a certain expression as she laid eyes on Hatsune.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“U-Um, nothing… I just think you look… really beautiful right now…”
“Ah–” Hatsune blushed once again. What was she talking about? Her hair was a mess, she was beginning to smell of sweat, and she honestly had been slacking on shaving her body beyond the strict obligations that came with being a celebrity.
And yet, Tomori did not see her that way at all. Her messy hair was cute. She could not care less about the sweat, and she did not even notice the body hair at all. What Tomori saw was an absolutely stunning girl, one people looked up to as a bona fide beauty standard, with delectable, thin lips and vibrant purple eyes and a gorgeous chest, its curvature accentuated by the moonlight. She felt like she was looking at a Renaissance painting, and all she wanted was to care for its delicate surface, placing kisses and slow caresses down like an artist’s paintbrush.
So, she began to do so.
“T-Tomori–” Slowly closing the remaining distance between them, Tomori placed her lips on Hatsune’s stomach, peppering it with kisses, which earned a strong reaction from the blonde, who didn’t know what to say. “I– aah–”
“Hatsu-chan…” Delicately, she explored the idol’s body with just her mouth, leaving smack smack smacks in her wake. A few licks here and there, on the bellybutton and the waist. Maybe a bite mark or two would look good in the middle of her chest… “Tasty…”
Hatsune, meanwhile, was already losing her composure. Tomori had not even touched her vagina yet, and she still felt like she was losing her mind. To say she had been hoping for that kind of contact with another woman would be an understatement; ever since she reconnected with Sakiko, she was in each and every one of her fantasies. So now, to be able to feel something like this, and from somebody who didn’t carry this heavy baggage, who didn’t make her feel so– well, it didn’t matter… it was beyond description for the girl. She wanted more. She had to have more–
Hatsune’s hands immediately reached for her skirt, holding it back when she started feeling Tomori tugging on it.
“...Hm?”
“I– um–” The blonde surprised even herself. Her body had moved on its own, though she knew the reason. “...S-Sorry. You can– um– I– you–”
“...Hatsu-chan…? Is something wrong?”
“...” Hatsune fought herself. She wanted to remove her hands from the garment, but something within her kept them firmly grasping at it. “I’m sorry– I– I want to, it’s just– really hard…”
“...Okay.”
“...Huh?”
“I don’t really get it, but… Hatsu-chan doesn’t feel ready. So I won’t touch down there.”
“Tomori… you don’t mind…?”
The smaller girl shook her head. “Hatsu-chan is beautiful either way. I just want to make sure it feels good for you, too.”
Touched by her lover’s kindness and patience, something like courage began to rise from within Hatsune’s heart. Hesitantly, she rose above her instincts, listening to what she consciously wanted for herself. “N-No… it’s all right. After this… I know I can trust you.”
“Are you sure…?”
“...Yes.”
“...Okay.”
Despite her courage, however, Hatsune’s hands remained immovable, the fabric trapped within her fist. Seeing this, Tomori opted to follow her heart, softly kissing the back of her left hand, while slipping a finger in the blonde’s grip, slowly releasing the garment from her grasp. Once her hand had let go, Tomori didn’t leave it, instead opting to hold it herself, which convinced Hatsune’s body to relax, letting the other side of the skirt free.
“...” Tomori shot her partner a quick, serious look, asking for one final confirmation. When she got an anxious smile in return, she finally let herself proceed, removing the skirt.
The girl understood immediately why Hatsune had been so hesitant. There, on the inside of her thighs, strictly in the section her outfits always hid, were a dozen or so scars. Some small, others long enough to form an arc whose length matched the lyricist’s hand. All thin; clearly self-inflicted with some sort of blade. Tomori looked at Hatsune again; this time, she was looking away, something like shame or fear on her face.
“Hatsu-chan… it’s okay. I understand.”
“...It’s repulsive, isn’t it…?”
“I know it’s been… um, difficult for you… but, I don’t think it’s repulsive at all. I still think you’re beautiful.”
“...Really…?”
“Mhm.” To prove her point, Tomori placed a soft kiss on her lips, before gazing into her eyes with something that could not be seen as anything other than love.
Hatsune felt blessed.
She began a kiss of her own, this one anything but soft. Her tongue was dancing with Tomori’s within seconds, and her hands wandered over her body. She felt so, so incredibly lucky to be hers tonight, and she was going to make sure she knew it.
Not breaking the kiss for a moment, Hatsune reached for Tomori’s hand, guiding it towards her underwear, and placing it over it, before returning her own to Tomori’s back, pulling her closer still to her own body. Soon enough, she was sitting in her lap, her legs wrapped around the blonde’s waist, while her hand pulled the thin, soaked fabric aside and began playing with her lover’s most sensitive parts. The position was rather acrobatic, but neither wanted to readjust and break the kiss, or, god forbid, not be as close to the other for even a moment.
One perk of this position was that Hatsune could feel Tomori’s entire arm working on her, from her forearm between her breasts, to her wrist on her clitoris, to her fingers sliding in and out, in and out, in and– god, that feels good . The friction all over her drove her crazy. Her other hand was moving up and down her spine, caressing her skin with her fingertips. Her tongue was almost down her throat at this point, stimulating her front, back, and inside all at once. Her Tomori, her princess, she was working so hard to please her, god– her princess. Hers. Hers alone–
“ Mmph– mm– Tomori– aaah– ” The idol broke the kiss, a string of saliva between their mouths, needing to speak her love’s name.
“Ah– so soft and pretty…” Tomori simply replied, before eagerly resuming the act.
Hatsune was happy to let her do what she pleased. She was at Tomori’s mercy, and there was nowhere else she’d rather be. The feeling within her loins, that heat– it was addicting, and it was spreading– her entire body felt so hot– so good . She needed more, she had to have more –
“(Please, please, god, Tomori, fuck–)” she thought, only because she was unable to speak as her lover continued to please every inch of her body. When she started feeling Tomori’s own wetness rubbing on her thigh, she felt as if she might have reached heaven.
And yet, the pleasure kept building. Building and building and building, in and out and in and out, her thumb on her clit stimulating her even more– her tongue– her arm between her tits– fuck, god –
“ Mmm, mm– Tomori– princess, gonna– *haah* gonna cum–”
“*haah* Go ahead, Hatsu-chan… do it for me.”
“ Fuckfuckfuck– aaaanhhh–! ” Hatsune felt a heat travel through her body as she let pleasure overwhelm her entire being. That sensation took over everything. Her head shifted upward to look at the ceiling, as she screamed for a sort of release she didn’t want to arrive. She arched her back, putting her torso forward, and her thighs shot open. Tomori’s fingers– her entire hand– was soaked in a matter of seconds. As she licked it clean, a smile on her face, Hatsune felt like her heart was going to explode.
“*haaah* *haaah*”
“*haaah* *haaah*”
“...T… Tomori, that was… incredible… thank you…”
“Hatsu…-chan…” As the heat of the moment began to dissipate, Tomori’s body realized just how much it had exerted itself, as it collapsed into Hatsune’s chest, causing the girl’s back to fall onto the bed. Not concerned with any sort of awkwardness after what happened, the smaller girl simply rested her head on the blonde’s breast, snuggling into her new pillow. “Soft… squishy… mmm…”
“Tomori…” Hatsune had to hold back a squeal. She wanted to yell about how cute the girl she loved was, wake up everybody in the house to let them know–
Wait… did she ever tell her that? Sure, she called her “my love” back there, but that was in the heat of the moment. Would it be right to say that so soon? Is it reckless to involve herself so intensely so quickly?
Well, like she cared about things like that.
“Tomori?”
“...Mmm…?”
“Thank you for tonight. I had so much fun. I love you.”
“...Mmm… love you too…”
Ah.
Hatsune tried her best to keep her composure despite how much she wanted to kick her feet and shout out her joy, until Tomori’s soft and steady breathing lulled her to a restful sleep.
Doloris’s life had turned another page, and her chains were gone for good. On this new chapter, she would be sure to write poems of love and happiness, until it was black with ink.
Sawcha Thu 14 Aug 2025 09:41AM UTC
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