Pairing: AtsuMina (Maeda Atsuko and Takahashi Minami)
Description: "Will you be my Jane Doe?"
Authors Involved: sae48, sasumiofjp, 48shadesofgay, and crossingcrossroads/andreabutts
“I thought you said you had work this afternoon,” Minami said as she opened the door, making space for Atsuko to put one foot past the door and then the other in light steps. Minami closed the door softly, careful of making noise.
“I know, but it was cancelled last minute,” Atsuko said, gladly scanning what was on the counters of the kitchen table. Her fingers glided on the coolness of the kitchen counter. Everything was just as Atsuko remembered the last time she was here, minus the mess from their… night time antics.
She had just finished heating up the kettle, preparing a cup of tea for both Atsuko and herself. The clock on the wall beeped. Time had just hit midnight, signalling that it was the darkest time of the night. She watched Atsuko’s small actions as she set the cups on the table, moving their bags on another side of the sofa. Speaking up, Minami said, “So, why are you here tonight, Acchan?”
“Does it matter?” Atsuko sat down beside her with a ‘plop’, returning Minami’s tired face with a smile. She took Minami’s wrist delicately, urging her to sit up. “C’mon, let’s go to the bed room.”
“No, I’m serious, Acchan. Why are you here? It’s midnight,” Minami stopped her. “And what about the tea?”
“A little playtime couldn’t hurt, Takamina,” Atsuko’s simple joyful smile turned to one of mischievous. She honestly couldn’t care any more or less about the tea Minami had just made. What she really wanted to do was more than just simply sitting down and drinking tea.
Minami was settled down on the edge of the bed. As she did so, she watched Atsuko move closer to her, her eyes dancing over the dress that hugged her so finely. Atsuko gently pushed Minami down on her back and attempted to straddle her. However, Minami turned the tables, moving on top of her and closing in on Atsuko’s ear.
“Then, Atsuko, would you like to be my Jane Doe?” she whispered. She can practically hear the new smile that makes its way across Atsuko’s lips.
Inside, she had been dying to do this with Atsuko for the longest time, and now she can barely hold it. She had counted the weeks they were apart and her fingers could not compare to the number. Minami knew this was what others called sexual frustration, and it was the first time she had experienced it after a while. The times she was with Atsuko in AKB did not prepare her for it, and she realized it was only going to get worse as times went on.
Atsuko nipped the shorter woman’s ear as she was still close. She spoke in a heated whisper, sending a warm tickle into her ear canal, “Tonight, you won’t know who I am after what I’m going to do.”
Minami hummed as she heard those words, but quickly changed to whimpers as Atsuko slowly licked her ear lobe. But then the determination to grab control again drove her. She began to slide up Atsuko’s dress as she inserted her hand to slowly caress Atsuko’s smooth legs. Atsuko gasped as she felt Minami give butterfly touches on her thigh.
‘Maybe I’ve grown sensitive because of the lack of interaction and intimacy,’ she thought. Still, she didn’t want to lose to her no matter how sensitive she had gotten. She knew Minami’s weakness is her ear as she did more than just lick; she worked her way down to the nape of her neck and sucked sensually, hearing Minami gasp and noticing her actions start to waver.
Minami’s heart began to pound loudly in her ears, the beats quickening with every suck Atsuko applied to her pulse point on her neck. It had been so long since she’s felt like this and she had already demanded to herself that she would take full control. Yes, tonight was supposed to be Minami’s night and not even Atsuko was going to take that away. She continued with a strengthened resolve and slid her hand up her thigh, then down, then back up closer towards the inner thigh. She felt Atsuko’s skin react to her touch, with goose bumps and could tell that the pleasurable sensations were making her squirm under her form. With her free hand, she slid it under Atsuko’s back, causing her to arch, as she pulled her dress’s zipper down… painfully slow…
Atsuko let out a small moan as she felt Minami’s warm hands against her back, slowly making their way towards her stomach. Minami, then, slowly carried her fingers over Atsuko’s stomach, sending a sort of excitement down her spine. Atsuko couldn’t take it anymore as she groaned for Minami to hurry up and unzip her dress because it was beginning to become unbearable.
Minami started to feel a sense of pride that Atsuko was moaning into her ear, being the submissive instead of her; it was a new side of Atsuko that finally decided to come out to play with her. Minami smirked and whispered so softly that Atsuko could swear that if not for the closed windows, it was the wind. “No,” Minami teased with a sly grin.
Atsuko didn’t whine, because she sensed that this is a point to get her to become more passive. She mustered the strength to continue about her intentions to slowly open button by button of Minami’s dress shirt. She still felt Minami going strong at tickling her sensitivity, but it didn’t stop her; she slipped her hands under Minami’s bra.
Once… then twice… she massaged Minami’s small breast. Minami stifled a moan, not wanting to give signs of weakness; it would only play into Atsuko’s ego of how easy she can make Minami hers’. With the zipper of Atsuko’s dress halfway down, Minami slid her hand inside the dress, caressing the fair skin of the woman under her, sending pleasure and electricity sensations through her body. Atsuko shrugs off the offending garment to give Minami more access to herself but also attempts to remove the dress shirt the other wore. Minami took this moment to go in for the kill; she licked her lips and moved into Atsuko to quickly place her mouth on her neck, her weak spot. She began to torture every inch of it the way she knew how.
“We’re going to play a game,” Minami breathed into Atsuko ear, gently nipping the lobe as she pulls away. “If you touch me at all, then I’ll stop and walk right out that door, and relax, while you can stay here more than sexually frustrated,” she laced her fingers together with woman pouting in protest to the suggestion and pressed her hands firmly against the mattress, letting her know to keep them there. She withdrew one of her hands and tilted Atsuko’s chin towards her, “Understand?”
She was replied with a reluctant nod and then a gasp as Minami’s fingers dance across her midriff. Minami began nipping at the expanse of neck behind her ear. Atsuko whined with futility at not being able to draw her closer, to feel more of the hands of the woman she loves travel lower to where she really wants her to be. She could feel the fingernails of her love’s hand all the way. Atsuko balled her hands in fists as Minami’s hands move higher and higher.
Atsuko’s breath started to get shallower as she realized what’s going to happen. Minami began to massage her inner thigh and slowly bring her hand to the top of Atsuko’s panties. She desperately tried to free herself from Minami’s grip on her wrists but it was futile and began to whimper, almost beg, “Minami, please…”
The next thing she knew, she was gasping. Not for air, but for the amazing feeling Minami gave her, as if in response to Atsuko’s plea.
Minami spoke louder, “We’re playing a game, aren’t we? I won’t allow begging.” She smiled greatly, “or I get to punish you in a way that’s even worse than me leaving.”
Atsuko’s whined and tried to tempt Minami with her best voice, “… But I want it… now…”
Minami felt herself weaken in will but realized that Atsuko is just trying to trick her into giving her power. She squeezed Atsuko’s inner thigh as she started to tickle her spot. She asked with a low, husky voice, “Wet?”
Atsuko shuddered at the sensations being sent through her body, it writhing as a response to them. As Minami teased her, she gripped the bed sheets tightly, trying to endure it all but slowly failing. It was taking all her will trying to not force Minami to take her now but she knew that the shorter was true to her words. Minami carefully pressed and trailed her fingers against the surface of Atsuko’s moist underwear and smirked at the heat she felt emitting from there but she didn’t want to go for it yet, no matter how much wants to. She began to rub two fingers slowly up… and down…
Removing the hand that held Atsuko down, she finally removed the rest of dress that wraps loosely around her partner’s frame, exposing all the fair and flawless skin. Minami continued to tease her as she caressed the surface of skin, feeling the bumps of excitement and pleasure. She leaned her body down to place kisses in between her bare cleavage.
“No bra? Of course, you were expecting this, weren’t you?” Minami asked, but doesn’t bother for an answer as she already knows. She quickly took a nipple into her mouth and played with the sensitive point with her practised tongue.
Atsuko sighed, burying her face in Minami’s hair, so desperate for contact. Her hands gripped the bed sheets in a useless attempt to stay grounded amidst the pleasure. Minami lifted her head and brang her face within an inch of Atsuko’s. Atsuko parted her lips and craned her neck forward but Minami drew back; before Atsuko could protest, her free hand pushed her wet panties to the side. Minami sat upright, straddling Atsuko’s waist, her hips rocking back and forth in time with the finger sliding between Atsuko’s inner lips. Minami bit down on Atsuko’s neck as her index worked its way inside. Atsuko cried out her name and Minami smirked at this, slowly working her finger in and out.
Atsuko moaned Minami’s name, shaky and full of pleasure, wanting nothing more than to climax furiously, rocking her hips in rhythm with Minami’s hand as she is almost there. Minami looked at Atsuko and asked her, “Are you almost there?” Atsuko nodded frantically as she could no longer control herself, her hips rocked back and forth with Minami’s hand. In a surprising moment, she tells her to hold it in.
Atsuko replied helplessly, “I-I… can’t hold it… anymore, M-Minami. I n-need to, please…”
Minami then sensually whispered in Atsuko’s ear, “Cum.”
As if on command, Atsuko’s vision slowly faded as she felt herself climax so hard on Minami’s hand, eyes shut tightly together as she tried to ride it a little longer. Minami then pulled her hand out, both trying to catch their breath.
However, Atsuko was quick to revive from her high. “That was fun,” she said, licking the juices from Minami’s fingers, causing her to blush. “But I can’t take all the fun, right, Minami?”
Immediately, she turned Minami around to lean on the bed while she took the lead on top. Minami felt the foretelling of torture probably twice as worse as the game they just played while Atsuko leaned against Minami and let her breasts touch her back.
“Let’s play round two,” she speaks softly in her ear.
Atsuko tore away whatever piece of clothing Minami had on left. One hand went straight to massaging Minami’s breasts, squeezing the nub slowly and then pulling slightly. Minami let out a loud moan as Atsuko’s other hand touched her most sensitive area and her words are repeated, “Wet?”
This made Minami more embarrassed but it is erased as soon as one then two fingers intrude without warning, “Ah!”
“Shhh… Does it feel good?” Atsuko said, swirling and going in and out of Minami. Minami nodded furiously and Atsuko chuckled. She wanted to prolong this foreplay and make Minami feel even better and even more.
Atsuko continued to thrust her fingers in and out of Minami, eliciting blissful moans and gasps. It was simply music to her ears. A triumphant smile crossed Atsuko’s lips as she moved her fingers faster.
Minami instinctively brang her hands to cover her face, her voice breathy and heated as she spoke, “A-Atsukooo… I’m… I’m so close…” and gasped again when Atsuko inserted a third digit.
“Not yet, Minami,” she whispered. “We’re playing a game.” Her hand stopped just as quickly as it began, causing Minami’s high to slip away before it was reached. Minami whined sharply, forgetting her own rules to her little game. Her body slumped onto the bed, her elbows propping her up.
“I can stop here,” Atsuko threatened as Minami stopped. “Do you want that?”
Minami shook her head furiously in response, but found herself being asked the question again for a verbal response, “N-no…” Automatically, she throws her hands up to hide her face from her uncalculated submission.
Atsuko smiled and took Minami’s hands away from her face with the hand that was previously kneading the shorter woman’s nipple. “No, I want to see your face when you cum,” Atsuko whispered into her ear as she pinned Minami’s hands away from her face, her voice dripping with love, passion, and desire to make this woman hers again. Her pace quickened and she could feel Minami’s inner walls tighten on her fingers.
With her lips close to Minami’s ear, Atsuko breathed warmly, “Cum for me, Minami,” and drew back as Minami climaxed, watching her lover go over the edge, etching every feature of that beautiful face into her mind as she came. God, it was so beautiful.
Atsuko withdrew her sticky hand from Minami’s center and smiled at the shorter woman in front of her who was finally coming down from her high, clearly satisfied. She licked her fingers as she admired her handiwork, ‘I never get tired of how you taste.’
They each took a moment to collect their breath and then Atsuko finally rolled over to collapse on the bed besides Minami. She wrapped Minami in her arms, stroking her back and placed a kiss on her forehead. She felt so glad to finally be able to touch her love after the long amount of time. She nuzzled Minami’s nose with her own and then leaned in with a soft kiss. Minami placed a hand on her cheek and pulled Atsuko in closer to deepen the kiss. They inch their bodies closer together until every part of them is touching.
Finally, they pulled apart, foreheads still touching and Atsuko whispered with a loving smile, “Minami, I wanted to tell you that I am so, so proud of you.”
Minami could only smile in response and buried her head in Atsuko’s chest while Atsuko stroked her hair. “Mm… Acchan, I’m not tired yet. Are you?”
“How does a shower sound then?”
Atsuko giggled, “You’re so insistent today. But I think that sounds lovely.”
