Femslash February 2022

Unravel (Mahiru and Peko, Sdr2)

   Pairing: Koizumi Mahiru x Pekoyama Peko    SEX WARNING 

   "Mahiru?"

   The red-haired girl hitches a leg around Pekoyama's waist and pulls her close, making her crimson eyes go wide. Koizumi smirks, draping an arm around Pekoyama's neck, forcing her to look at her.

   "I was having some iced tea with Hiyoko at the restaurant, and it got me thinking. . .I wanted to experiment with something."

   The silver-haired girl blinks. "Oh? What experiment involves you breaking into my cottage at eight o'clock at night?"

   "Precisely."

   "Mahiru, are you drunk?"

   "Nope. What do you say? Want to hear about my experiment?"

   ". . .Very well."

   Koizumi strains her neck, kissing her hard until they're both breathless. "Peko, you're always so formal and stiff. I want to see how much I could take, what I could do to you before you unravel and become a mewling, panting mess underneath me; what do you say?"

   Pekoyama's eyes widen in surprise, looking back at her eager girlfriend. "I say. . .okay."

   Koizumi grins. "Okay?"

   "Okay."

   Koizumi seizes Peko by the shoulders, pushing her back into the cottage, pulling her into another desperate kiss. Pekoyama makes a noise, spinning them, so they're headed more in the direction of the bed. 

   Koizumi pushes, making the other fall backwards, and hit the bed back-first. "This okay?" She checks.

   "Yes. I want this, I promise."

   The photographer climbs on top of Pekoyama, smoothing back her bangs. "There are so many things I want to do to you, to make you feel good but also make you whine."

   A light dusting of rose dusts the swordswoman's cheeks, making Koizumi smirk. "Enjoying the show? Because I've been waiting all day to do this to you."

   "I-I. . .Can you. . ."

   "What do you want me to do? Come now, use your words."

   "Will you kiss me?"

   "Of course." 

   Koizumi leans down and kisses her passionately, grabbing Pekoyama's arms and pinning them up by her head. "Hmm, it appears you haven't become undone yet. Perhaps I need to do more to you?"

   "I. . .I would not object to that." Pekoyama replies, breathless. 

   "I see. You're used to taking orders, right, Peko? Remove your shirt."

   The red-haired girl shifts back a little so that Pekoyama can sit up and take her shirt off, tossing it into a far corner of the room. 

   "Good stuff."

   Koizumi cupped her breast and gave it a gentle kiss before moving and doing the same to the other one. She massages with her thumb, whichever breast she is not giving attention to.

   Pekoyama arches her back and lets out a sigh.

   "May I go further?"

   "Please."

   Koizumi grins, sure she's about to see Pekoyama unravel completely. "Good girl. Let's get that skirt off."

   Pekoyama lifts her hips so that Koizumi can slide the skirt off of her, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

   "How is it fair that you are fully dressed while I am barely covered?" Pekoyama grunts. Koizumi smirks.

   "Quiet, ah-" She cuts herself off, touching her girlfriend's undergarments, "You're already quite-"

   "I know. Do something about it."

   "Do you wish for my mouth or my fingers?" The photographer asks casually, letting her hands roam all over the swordswoman's body.

   Pekoyama squirms impatiently, trying to keep her breathing in check.

   "Both."

   "Come on and take those things off then."

   Pekoyama obeys.

   Koizumi gently inserts a finger, pumping it in and out. "You look so beautiful like this. So pretty and perfect and mine."

   She inserts a second finger, grinning at Pekoyama's reaction.

   "That's it, good job, so good for me. . .Think you can handle a third?"

   The pink, panting mess nods vigorously. Koizumi grins and obeys.

   Just before the swordswoman is about to become undone completely, Koizumi pulls out, making her complain about the emptiness and lack of stimulation.

   The red-haired girl ducks her head, licking at Pekoyama's entrance before pushing inside and working her well.

   It only takes a mere moment for Pekoyama to unravel completely, and Koizumi pulls away with a smirk, delighted that she was successful.

   "Give me a minute; I will do something for you. . ." Pekoyama mumbles, trying to sit up, but her girlfriend pushes her back down.

   "No need, no need," She soothes, "Just relax, lovely, and let me take care of you."