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ibuki could hardly be considered tired, even after this little ‘concert” she had put on for her friends. it was definitely a show, that’s for certain. she had played various songs on the keyboard and electric guitar that she plans on releasing–all she needed was her friends’ approval.
once that last strum of her guitar was heard by the two other girls, they gave applause. congratulating ibuki on her hard work. she panted and let her head drop, raising her weak right hand to give a thumbs up. they let her catch her breath and set down her guitar for the night. she unplugs her amp with a wide grin on her face.
“and that, my friends, is the album that will break my own record!” she beamed. the record in question being how many streams she got on her last one, which was quite a bit.
peko tapped her phone screen with her nail. she pulled up the numbers and was surprised to see two hundred thousand streams on ‘i just divorced my imaginary husband”. peko choked back laughter at the album name.
mikan clasped her hands together. “it sounds great! really, i mean it…i’ll be the first to listen to it when you release it.”
ibuki came crashing down on the bed. mikan jumped while peko just let the motion of the bed move her towards the center of the bed.
the musician made grabby hands towards mikan, signaling for her to lay down alongside her. as always, the nurse complied.
ibuki giggles. her hands run down mikan’s waist, pulling her in closer from there and making mikan squeak in the process.
“you’re great, i can always count on you.” ibuki hugs her tightly, secretly hoping that mikan forgets that she needs to go to the store tomorrow and stays at her place for the night.
but, mikan is still a worry wart, after all.
“um. ibuki?” she runs her fingers along ibuki’s smooth skin as she spoke. “it’s getting late, and i–” ibuki kisses her, speaking into her mouth in between each wet kiss.
“please?”
kiss
“won’t you”
kiss kiss
“stay?”
neither of them needed to worry about peko. she didn’t mind. she was kind of busy right now reading all of the reviews on ibuki’s last album.
however, she did cut in to say:
“i’ll wake up early to get you your bandages. i already know which brand you think is the best, so it’s no problem.”
kiss kiss
mikan quickly pulls away. ibuki runs her own tongue across her bottom lip, tucking the long strands of her hair behind her ears so it can stop getting in the way.
“but will you remember the–”
“the rubbing alcohol?” peko cuts in. “yes, i’ll get it for you.”
she took off her glasses.
mikan watched as pekoyama placed them on the nightstand. it was only a matter of time before she decided to join in, she supposed.
peko planted a kiss on mikan’s forehead. choppy bangs be damned, that hairstyle suited mikan the best. it made her look…vulnerable, which was appealing to pekoyama.
“you worry too much.” and another kiss on the lips, this time from the swordswoman. “you of all people should know stress is detrimental to one’s health.”
mikan shook her head in agreement. “i’m sorry!” peko cut her off once more, kissing her so suddenly that she accidentally touched mikan’s teeth.
ibuki, feeling somewhat neglected, transferred her hands from mikan’s cute waist to her hips, then tracing down her thighs with her fingernails. she felt the nurse squirm. mikan’s ass moving against her. ibuki moved closer into her upon hearing her moan. ibuki let out another small laugh. “it’s so easy to make you make noises!” ibuki’s hands moved to mikan’s front. her hands squeezing her bandaged thighs.
“mmph!” she continues kissing pekoyama, pulling away only once to apologize.
pekoyama nuzzles her face into the crook of mikan’s neck. she let the ticklish feeling of her long hair on her face pass, getting busy with leaving love bites all over the left side of her neck.
“don’t apologize, sweetie.” ibuki cooed. her hands moving dangerously close to mikan’s panties.
“you don’t need to worry when we’re with you, either.” ibuki reassures her. pekoyama hums in agreement. the feeling of her tongue on her pulse makes mikan shiver. this makes peko press herself onto mikan a little bit more. it’s the closest she can get to her without taking their clothes off. although, she’d love nothing more than to feel mikan’s entire body weight pressed against her own body. pekoyama moans aloud at the thought, biting down softly on mikan’s shoulder.
peko adjusts her position, moving herself back up to mikan’s face. her lips are at her ear as she whispers to her.
“yeah.” mikan huffs out a sigh as peko speaks. the sensation of her breath against her ear makes her stomach feel warm.
“i’ve got you.” peko flicks her tongue against mikan’s ear, enjoying the pleasured whine that followed. “we’ve got you.”