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One might assume that Iruma Miu quite enjoyed being tied up, considering her frequent off-color remarks boasting her hypothetical abilities if expected to perform under such circumstances. However, what Kaede soon came to realize was that Miu had a tendency of projecting her outward desires onto herself in an attempt at repressing feelings of desire towards other people. This was, presumably, because for some reason or another Miu felt uncomfortable having compromising or intimate feelings for other people. You didn’t have to be perceptive to realize that Miu’s level of confidence was lower than a virgin’s body count. She was difficult to understand, and it didn’t help that she often buried her personality under a pompous and aggressive facade. Kaede was just glad that she had felt the sliver of courage needed to chase after Miu and eventually convince her to open up to Kaede.
Those thoughts slowly faded as Kaede’s mind refocused onto the situation at hand.
“A-Are you sure you have enough… n-neck support?” Miu kept asking her, turning her head away each time she asked, clearly trying to hide the red in her cheeks. Kaede, left speechless with anticipation, could only nod silently. She wanted to stroke Miu’s cheek and tell her she was doing a great job, to see that rare sparkle of confidence glisten in Miu’s eyes… Except she couldn’t. After all, her hands were tied tightly above her head.
I wonder if she’s used ropes in her inventions before… Kaede thought to herself. Just minutes ago she was watching the girl genius work and weave the twine around her own bare body, hands moving with the utmost assuredness… there’s no way that’s a common skill, right?
Kaede could hear Miu breathing heavily at this point. She couldn’t tell if it was out of desire or nervousness, but the thought of being wanted by Miu made her heart tingle.
“Miu…” whispered Kaede, hoping it would be enough of an invitation.
“W-What, what’s wrong, huh?” jerked Miu, who grew quiet when the girl beneath her didn’t answer.
Kaede only stared as deep as she could into Miu’s eyes, trying to silently beckon her. Averting her gaze down towards Kaede’s knees, Miu quietly brought her face low enough to feel Kaede’s breath hot against her cheek. After ample hesitation, she finally brought her lips to Kaede’s, temporarily losing all self-consciousness immediately upon feeling Kaede’s soft, warm mouth move against her own. “M-Miu…” whimpered Kaede into her mouth, satisfied with her success at enticing her. A thin thread of saliva bridged their lips after they parted. “W-Wow…” mumbled Miu, her face as red as Kaede had ever seen it.
The subtle roughness of Miu’s clothes against her naked body made Kaede a little embarrassed, but at the same time the discrepancy in how exposed each of them were was exciting. On top of that, the way Miu was responding to the tension was adorable; seeing her face so cool and serious was new to Kaede. Sure, she was still clunky and a little awkward, clearly nervous to some extent… but there was a new intensity to her now.
Miu dug her teeth into Kaede’s neck, her heart jumping when she heard sounds of pleasure in response. Since overthinking had done nothing but paralyze her, she decided she would try following her instincts. Breathing hot, ragged breaths against Kaede’s neck, Miu ran her tongue along the sensitive patches where she bit Kaede moments ago. Feeling Kaede squirm ever so slightly beneath her made Miu’s body instinctively push back into her, continuing to tease and entrance her. She wanted to feel Kaede’s soft skin against her own, so she sat back up briefly to unbutton and remove her top, leaving nothing covering her upper-half save for her lacy pink bra. Planting kisses along Kaede’s collarbone and just beneath her shoulders felt even more satisfying now that Miu could feel her warmth directly.
“Y-You’re so soft…” managed Miu, whispering into Kaede’s ear. Kaede could only gasp softly in return, she too was excited at feeling Miu’s skin against her own. Despite her lightly-calloused hands that often found themselves more useful than model-worthy, the rest of the inventor’s skin felt untouched by any impurity as far as Kaede was concerned.
“Can you take the rest off…? I want… to see all of you” Kaede asked softly.
“Oh—I-I mean, yeah, if that’s w-what you want…” said Miu, clearly trying to seem unbothered yet somehow managing to sound as embarrassed as possible.
It probably seemed like a given, considering how much Miu bragged about her tits, but… wow, was her body stunning. Kaede's mouth watered a little bit looking at those perky pink nipples, hoping that some other time, when her hands weren't tied, she'd be able to play with them. Noticing Kaede staring, Miu brought her fully-bare body back down on top of Kaede’s, kissing her again. She did this partly because she already missed Kaede’s lips, but also because she had no idea how to process the fact that for once someone was actually looking at her longingly; distracting Kaede by kissing her was a quick way to get her attention off of Miu’s body.
Normally, Kaede would shift and move in harmony with Miu, pressing herself into the other girl’s body, wanting to get closer to her than physically possible. However, with her hands bound, rope adorning the curved edges of her body, restricting her movement and leaving her no autonomy by which to reach out to Miu, all she could do was shiver and place all of her faith in Miu to make her feel good. Please, she thought—please, Miu, keep letting me feel your warmth. I don’t need anything else.
Miu continued to kiss Kaede with all of her might, not wanting to miss a drip of Kaede’s sweet, hot breath. She didn’t know how to say things, her words never sounded right when they left her mouth, she didn’t know how to be—but with their bodies touching like this, she had the precious opportunity to show Kaede how she felt for her just by using her body. It was almost as if she could interact with Kaede’s heart directly, without any of the bullshit about feeling disgusting or insignificant getting in the way. Thank you for seeing something worthwhile in me, Kaede. Miu silently shuffled her skirt down her thighs, giving it a swift kick off of her ankles to her bedroom floor.
The inventor’s hands were just so different from Kaede’s own. Each time Miu pinched and twisted Kaede’s nipples, she couldn’t help but squeal. Everything about that girl was just so unique, and every sensation just reminded Kaede that she was no longer touching herself alone in her own bedroom. Every part of Miu was dreamy to Kaede, even her rough and calloused fingertips. Thinking of her strong hands meddling their way through machine after machine, destroying, creating, tinkering— it made Kaede melt inside.
“I-I guess y-your tits are just as… as sensitive as y-you, huh, Akamatsu?” mumbled Miu.
Without thinking, Kaede did the only thing she could do, turning her head to gently bite Miu’s ear, making sure to let her hot saliva drip down the side of Miu’s face. The inventor let out a surprised moan before she could stop herself. “H-Hey!” Miu jerked. And then, finding that stepping stone of true confidence, “I’m in control, don’t you forget that, little miss Mozart!”
Kaede’s heart sprung to life—there she was, the girl she had fallen for. No, she’d fallen for all of her… but seeing Miu like that made her happy. She was worthy, so worthwhile, so intelligent… Kaede wanted to see her feel secure with herself more often. In fact, Miu was right, she was in control, and Kaede’s mind was overflowing with glee in response to that reality. All she could say was a gentle but firm “I trust you. “
And after all, Miu wasn’t wrong before. Kaede’s nipples were sensitive, to say the least. Nervously, Miu sidled her way down Kaede’s body just enough so that her face aligned with the girl’s chest. She decided once more to resist the urge to think and instead to follow the lust pooling in the pit of her stomach. Gracelessly, Miu took up Kaede’s left nipple between her lips, listening for and craving any sound to escape from the pianist’s lips. I want to show you how I really feel thought Miu, salivating and strengthening her tongue as it ran back and forth against Kaede’s rapidly hardening nipples. She hoped with every piece of her heart that she could bring Kaede to a state of complete and utter bliss.
“O-Oh my god!” squealed Kaede, trying her hardest not to reflexively slam Miu’s face even deeper into her chest… before remembering that her hands were bound. “P-Please, more, I can feel your b-breath on my—oh!” the words flowed like a river from Kaede’s lips. Miu’s tongue feels so good she thought. Again, it continued to occur to her how overwhelming it was to be doing this with another person—no, not that, actually, it was that Miu was doing this to her that made her heart whine and scream for more. The self-proclaimed girl genius, who shuts out the world in mistaken and desperate attempts to assert herself—she was touching Kaede’s body, entirely of her own will. Kaede was so wrapped up in the feeling of Miu’s mouth against her breasts that she hadn’t until now noticed how Miu had brought her arms together around her torso, effectively caressing her whilst making quick work of her sensitive nerves. Every couple of seconds, Kaede would let out a nonverbal squeal of pleasure and gasp in embarrassment immediately after. Oh my god, Miu’s hot, wet tongue feels so good…
“H-Hey.. Kaede.. Your boobs are fucking gorgeous, you know…” said Miu, quietly, and before Kaede could say anything, “L-Look, okay, I’m sorry if you get people telling you th-this all the time, I’m not trying to annoy you b-but…” Miu paused. “I… Y-You’re… Really pretty… I mean like, a-all of you…” Her face was still buried in Kaede’s chest, breathing in her silky soft skin. What Kaede wanted to respond with was ”nobody’s ever said that to me, and even if they had, it would mean nothing if they weren’t you,” but the words never got the chance to leave her lips.
Miu was slowly trailing her cheek further down Kaede’s body, occasionally kissing her skin. “Y-You remember w-when we first met?” she asked, her words partially muted by Kaede’s soft plushy body. “I-I w-was… only s-so mean to you be-because….” Miu stopped to bite Kaede’s protruding hip, “…everything a-about you was threatening t-to m-me…” she finished, giving Kaede’s hip bone a kiss this time. “I-I thought, ‘Ugh! Here’s this smarty-pants bitch w-who’s almost p-prettier than me, a-acting all positive and charismatic’… I-It drove me crazy, y-you know…” said Miu.
Most people were really put-off by Miu’s overbearingly cocky and often crude comments. Thinking back to her rather off-putting first encounter with Miu, even Kaede couldn’t say she’d never felt that way; but… now, now that she saw Miu in a better light, understanding the girl’s constant compulsion to overcompensate and her fear of being insignificant… how could Kaede help but find it endearing, if not… actually kinda cute? Kaede literally couldn’t speak. Really, she tried saying something, but it felt like every saliva molecule had left her throat, causing her entire mouth to lock up. She recognized the irony in that she was probably the opposite of dry somewhere else right about now, and that Miu could probably see that very clearly from her vantage point.
But she hadn’t noticed anything, yet. Miu felt like she’d lost herself in this girl, continuing to lick, kiss and nibble at small bits of her skin. Every thought she’d ever had about Akamatsu Kaede was overwhelming her all at once. Everything about this girl was heavenly to Miu; hell, she craved her now for the same reasons she’d hated her at first. But now they were here together, somehow, with Kaede completely undressed for Miu, bound in rope that Miu herself had tied around her gorgeous, irrresistible body. To be entirely honest, it had taken Miu this long to process that any of this was really happening. Her own body was responding to seeing Kaede like this, and being given the chance to do things to her. But Miu didn’t need Kaede to touch her, not now; she had touched herself enough night after night fantasizing about doing these things to Kaede, and, in this moment, making this girl feel good felt even better than getting directly pleasured.
Looking up, Miu saw Kaede’s eyes fixed on her. Bringing her face down just a little lower, hands gently tracing the top of the other girl’s thighs, Miu glanced up at her once again. “….I-Is this o-okay with you, K-Kaede..?” she asked. Kaede looked as if she were putting conscious effort into not crumbling into an unrespectable mess. Her face looked firm, but not uncomfortable by any means. “P-Please.” Kaede whispered.
Miu kissed the tuft of hair between Kaede’s thighs. She felt like her heart was going to explode. “H-Here… I d-don’t want it t-to be u-uncomfortable for you…” Miu stammered as she gently lifted Kaede’s thigh, maneuvering her bound ankles behind her own head. She was having trouble controlling her thoughts at this point… honestly, part of her was worried she looked like a rabid animal. She couldn’t help but kiss, bite and lick Kaede’s inner thighs over and over again. No matter how much she touched her, it felt like it would never be enough. Before stalling for too much longer, Miu brought her face to where Kaede’s thighs met. Kaede was wet, yes, but Miu’s mouth was dripping with excitement and desire, too. She extended her tongue, giving a gentle-but-confident introductory graze, paying close attention to how Kaede responded. Immediately, as if she’d been holding her desire in this whole time without being allowed to express it, Kaede squealed and clenched her thighs around Miu’s head. Miu took her cue without asking twice, pressing her lips against Kaede tightly and swiftly pushing her tongue up, down, left, right… Kaede kept moaning, her breathing growing louder and her body trembling harder the more Miu worked. Pursing and moving the muscles of her lips against Kaede’s dripping core, Miu fell into a deep, focused rhythm through which the other girl’s sounds of pleasure were her only guide. She continued sucking and licking until Kaede reached her fever pitch, and Miu was sure she was at the edge of her climax. Miu stopped moving her mouth entirely and drew away from Kaede just barely, still close enough that Kaede could feel it each time Miu exhaled. “W-W-Why’d y-you stooop…” groaned Kaede, looking as if she’d gotten too lost to hide how horny she really was anymore. Miu didn’t say anything. She wasn’t trying to fuck with Kaede, really… but she thought that this woud end up making her feel even better. Miu wanted to do with her lips all the things she felt like she could never do right with her personality. Staying silent despite the displeased groaning she heard, Miu dragged her lips everywhere over Kaede’s lower body except for the one place she wanted Miu to touch her. “M-Miu… what are you doing…?” mumbled Kaede. Miu stroked Kaede’s lower stomach gently with her fingertips, ran her hands as far as she could reach up Kaede’s back, gave her kisses on her inner thighs—anything she could do to keep the girl captivated while giving her time to cool down a little.
Finally, Miu brought her face back to where Kaede wanted it. Giving her a dripping wet kiss on her inner thigh, Miu gently slid two of her fingers into Kaede, crooking them slightly before pulling them back out. The pianist gasped, whimpering a little. Miu kept this up for a little longer, until her mouth was watering too much for her to ignore. Pulling her slicked fingers out for the last time, Miu replaced them with her tongue. “Ngn.. O-Oh! M-Miu…” Kaede moaned. Miu returned to what she had been doing before intentionally leaving Kaede hanging, this time putting everything she had into it. She licked and licked, mouthing into Kaede using the strong muscles in her lips, not stopping for even a moment. Fuck. Kaede even… tasted good. Was that weird for her to think? Was it… creepy to be turned on by the idea of physically, tangibly, being able to taste the girl who she harbored so many feelings for? “M-Miu o-oh my g-god I—“ Kaede kept getting louder as she moaned Miu’s name. I never want to forget what she tastes like… thought Miu, entirely lost in desire and yearning.
“M-M-Miu, f-faster, please, please, p-please, ugnh! D-Don’t you d-dare stop!” whimpered Kaede. How could she resist that sweet silky voice? Even the pianist’s voice sounded like a melody to her. Miu sped up without any regard to the likeliness that her jaw would be quite sore later. Cum for me, darling she thought. “F-FUCK!” screamed Kaede, not quite at her climax just yet. She was desperately grinding her hips up into Miu’s face as much as her bindings would allow, dying for even more stimulation. “Nnngh… F-Fuck, your tongue is s-so s-strong M-Miu… I t-think, a-ah, I’m- sorry, I’m going to!” Kaede came all over Miu’s tongue, flooding Miu’s mouth with that heavenly taste. The soft whimper that sustained from Kaede’s mouth as she rode out her climax was the most adorable thing Miu had ever experienced. She felt actual butterflies in her stomach, her mind and heart rate racing. Holding her mouth closed, she brought her head out from under Kaede’s bound lower half, and got back on top of her. Looking her deep in the eye as to verify Kaede’s comfort, Miu pressed their lips together, engulfing the girl’s tongue with her own. The two girls each held their eyes shut tight, brows furrowed and cheeks bright red. Kaede, still floating in bliss, couldn’t help but moan back into Miu’s open mouth. “Now l-let’s get you out of those ropes, hm?” Miu whispered gently into Kaede’s ear.
Despite her demeanor, she was actually dreading removing the ropes. To be honest? She was soaking wet after all of that. How was she supposed to run her hands all over Kaede’s body, in a non-sexual way, removing those ropes without any sexual feelings? Her body was practically shaking with want.
Miu undid the last bit of rope, throwing it on the floor with the rest. Before Kaede could move, however, Miu sat on her stomach, with her legs on either side of Kaede. “M-Miu…?” Kaede asked. “I-I-I…. I’m s-sorry, Akamatsu… I can’t w-wait any longer..” Miu’s face was a single shade away from neon red. Straightening her back as Kaede watched intently, Miu pulled her panties to the side and began touching herself. Miu pressed against her clit, moving her fingers from side to side before eventually moving on to fingering herself. Each time she slicked her fingers in and out of herself, her breasts bounced just a bit. Fuck, that’s hot…thought Kaede, who’s face was probably just as red by now. “U-Ugnnh… K-Kaede!” Miu moaned her name loudly. Kaede’s heart jumped as Miu’s hazy, half-opened eyes made contact with her own. “W-Why haven’t I b-been able to stop thinking a-about you s-since I met y-you… D-Damn it!” moaned Miu. Her voice began to crack a little, and her fingers sped up. Still getting herself off, she leaned into Kaede’s ear, supporting herself with her one free hand. “K-Kaede… A-Ah, oh… I-I….” her voice broke into more senseless moaning, “I… th-think I…” her mouth opened wide while her eyes rolled backwards. Kaede was awestruck… She never wanted to forget this sight. “I th-think I-I… I-I LOVE YOU!” screamed Miu, clearly nearing her finish line. Kaede craned her neck upwards slightly, getting as close as she could to Miu’s ear. She brought her hand to the girl’s face and stroked it gently with her thumb. “I’m definitely in love with you, Miu” she whispered. That was more than enough to shove Miu over the edge. Miu screamed Kaede’s name once more before crashing into her climax, leaving a wet spot below Kaede’s belly-button.
As Miu began coming down from her high, Kaede pulled her down into an embrace, wrapping her arms around Miu and locking them tightly behind her back. Miu couldn’t remember ever being held like that before… “Miu, I love you so much” she whispered, never wanting to let go. “I l-love y-you Kae…” mumbled Miu, face buried in Kaede’s shoulder.
Holding eachother tightly, the two girls rapidly drifted into a deep, restful sleep.