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Iori doesn't know what she's doing here.
Before her is the door she's stood in front of countless times. It's the door she used to let herself through without knocking—the door that stood between her and Mio. Now, she can't bring herself to knock.
It's late. Definitely too late to turn up on an ex-girlfriend's doorstep. Iori shouldn't be here. But she can't ignore the lump of guilt in her throat that's grown larger after every encounter with Mio since they broke up. Whenever Iori sees her, her chest feels white-hot; she can never stop the scathing vitriol from spilling from her mouth. But something deep inside Iori cracked earlier tonight, when her words pushed Mio to tears. After Mio ran off, Iori couldn't stop herself from coming to check on her.
Iori still can't work up the courage to knock. Knocking on this door feels wrong, and Iori begins to think she should just turn around and go home. Before she can make up her mind, the door swings open.
"I-Iori-chan?" Mio's eyes are wide as she takes in the sight before her. "What—?"
"Uh, well," Iori stammers, at a loss for words. She never expected Mio to open the door while she was standing outside. Mio is still fully dressed—where would she be going at this time of night? It doesn't matter, Iori tells herself. Mio is no longer her concern. She shouldn't have even come here. As she looks at Mio, bathed in the warmth of the porch light, Iori's chest feels white-hot again. She turns away. "Sorry, I shouldn't be here."
"Wait!" Mio says hurriedly. Her voice is thick with desperation. "Come inside. Please."
Iori stops in her tracks. She can't keep walking when Mio begs like that. Iori turns around, and the pleading in Mio's eyes seals the deal. She steps over the threshold and closes the door softly behind her. Mio's apartment is exactly as Iori remembers it, but she feels out of place now. Even Mio doesn't look right, her face shrouded in harsh shadows.
"Iori-chan…" Mio looks like a deer in headlights, and the sight sends a rush of anger shooting through Iori's veins. "You didn't let me apologize earlier."
"Apologize?" Iori snaps. "What good will that do? You're a coward, Mio. STANDOUT has no room for cowards. You let us down."
"I-I know that," Mio stammers, her lip quivering. "Don't you think I know that?"
"I don't know what goes through your mind. You're the most fickle person I've ever met. One day, you're saying how much you love the band, and the next you're walking out on us. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Mio flinches like she's been slapped across the face. This time, Iori doesn't even care about the effect of her words. Iori would've gone home, but Mio begged her to come inside. And Iori has never been able to resist Mio's begging.
"I'm sorry, Iori-chan." Mio's voice is shaky, and Iori can see tears glistening in the corner of her eyes. "I do love the band. I'm just… scared."
"I know you're scared, Mio." Iori's voice is low and dangerous. She steps closer to Mio, backing her up against the door. "That's your fucking problem."
Mio opens her mouth, but says nothing. This close to her, Iori can smell Mio's shampoo. The lavender scent is intoxicating, going straight to Iori's head. God, she's missed this smell. Before she realizes what she's doing, she's reaching for Mio's face.
"Iori-chan?" Mio's breath hitches when Iori's hand cups her cheek. "What are you doing?"
What is she doing? Iori's heart feels like it's tangled in knots. Her blood boils when she looks at Mio, but being this close to her has awoken something she thought she buried. Touching Mio again, smelling her—it's lit a fire in Iori.
"No more talking," Iori murmurs. She's not interested in hearing any more apologies or excuses from Mio. Iori slides her hand down to grip Mio's jaw, and Mio's eyes widen with… fear? Desire? Iori doesn't know, but she feels heat pooling in her abdomen. Gripping Mio's jaw harder, she drags her in for a kiss.
When their mouths collide, it's like time stops. Iori almost forgets about everything—forgets what Mio has done. Almost. The kiss is a mess of lips and teeth and tongues. Mio is hesitant at first, shocked by the sudden contact. But as Iori tries to deepen the kiss, Mio lets her in. The heat of Mio's mouth is so familiar that it makes Iori's heart hurt. She must have eaten spicy ramen for dinner. Iori has always hated spicy food, but she'll endure the burn if it means she can taste Mio again.
Hungry for more, Iori breaks away from Mio's mouth to pepper kisses along her jawline. She nips at Mio's earlobe, earning a gasp, before making her way down Mio's neck. Mio's breath grows heavier as Iori kisses and nips and sucks, and she wraps her arms around Iori's shoulders to pull her closer. When Iori reaches her collarbone, Mio speaks.
"Iori-chan," she murmurs, panting as Iori paws at her shirt hem. "We shouldn't be doing this. We need to talk."
Iori freezes. Mio is right, of course, but Iori has no interest in talking. And to hear that from Mio—the one who ran away every time Iori tried to talk to her—sends Iori into a rage. Mio is still clinging to Iori, but Iori wrenches out of her grasp. "I don't want to hear it, Mio."
"But—"
"I already told you an apology won't do anything. You've shown that you don't care about STANDOUT, and you certainly don't care about me. Now move so I can get out of here."
Mio, back still against the door, looks absolutely ruined. Her shirt is untucked, her hair is tousled, and her mascara is smudged. Has she been crying? Iori knew she'd almost made Mio cry, but she didn't think she pushed her over the edge. The sight brings Iori a twisted sense of satisfaction. If Mio wants to hurt her, Iori will revel in hurting her back.
"How can you say that?" Mio asks, a rare hint of anger creeping into her voice. "I love you, Iori-chan. And I love STANDOUT, too."
"Don't fucking say that to me," Iori spits. She can't believe Mio's nerve. "Move."
"No."
Iori narrows her eyes. Mio might be afraid of commitment, but once she's truly decided something, she doesn't budge. The look of determination in her eyes tells Iori there's only one sure way Mio is moving without talking. Iori steps closer to Mio again—close enough to whisper in her ear. "Then I suppose you want me to pick up where I left off?"
Mio shivers and says, "Well, if you're not going to use your mouth to talk…"
Iori smirks and immediately gets back to work. She captures Mio's mouth in another kiss, chasing her lips hungrily while she yanks Mio's jacket off. Mio's shirt comes next, as they both work together to tug it over her head. Mio wraps her arms around Iori, while Iori's hands roam freely, cataloguing every inch of Mio's bare skin. After starving for what feels like forever, Iori can't get enough. She wants more of Mio—needs more of her. She slips one of Mio's bra straps off her shoulder and clumsily pulls her bra down before taking the curve of Mio's breast in her hand. Mio sighs into Iori's mouth, and the sound is like a drug to Iori. She needs more.
Iori moves lower, hiking up Mio's skirt. When she feels the wet spot on Mio's panties, she smirks. "You little slut. You're already soaked."
"Shut up and touch me already," Mio says, rolling her hips into Iori's hand. Iori laughs. Mio is always so sure of herself when it comes to sex—a far cry from the meek girl she usually is.
"So eager." Iori slides her hand back up to Mio's breast and takes her nipple between her fingers. She pinches it and says, "If only you had this much conviction when it comes to the band."
Mio gasps, and Iori feels Mio's arms tighten around her shoulders. Mio's voice is a little strained when she says, "You said you don't want to talk about that."
"I just don't want to hear any more of your excuses and indecision," Iori mutters, trailing kisses down Mio's neck again. "But with this, you'll tell me what you want, right? This Mio isn't a coward."
"I'm not," Mio says, her voice breathy. "Go down on me, Iori-chan. Please."
When Mio says please so desperately, how could Iori ever say no? She smiles against Mio's neck and reaches for her skirt. She fumbles blindly with the button, still trailing kisses downward, until Mio shoves her hand out of the way and makes quick work of her skirt. With her skirt gone, Mio leans against the door in nothing but her underwear and necklace. Iori reaches down to tease Mio through her panties, running her fingers back and forth as she continues kissing lower and lower. She moves agonizingly slow, and Mio is panting by the time Iori reaches her abdomen. Iori is crouching now, with Mio's hands tangled in her hair.
"Iori-chan," Mio whines, "can't you go any faster?"
Iori clicks her tongue. "So impatient. What's the rush, Mio?"
When Mio doesn't answer, Iori thinks she ought to drag this out even longer. She was about to take Mio's panties off, but instead she plants her hands on Mio's hips and skirts around the spot she knows Mio is desperate for her to touch. Iori peppers kisses down each of Mio's thighs, going back and forth. She moves farther inward each time, and Mio shudders harder the closer Iori gets to her core. When Iori finally decides to give Mio what she wants, Mio is already shaking.
Iori hooks her finger through Mio's panties and pulls them down, earning a whine from Mio. She's so desperate that it makes Iori angry. Here Mio is, begging for Iori's touch, when she's done nothing but run away from Iori lately. Seeing Mio like this makes Iori angry, but she's angrier that she's desperate for Mio's touch, too. She doesn't need it, though. She won't give in like Mio. She'll get Mio off and get out of here, because that will be enough.
Iori slides her hands down Mio's hips and around the back of her thighs, pulling her pelvis forward to get a better angle. Iori is fully on her knees now, and the sight of Mio panting above her is almost too much to handle. She looks back down at Mio's cunt and shudders. It's glistening and ready, so Iori buries her face in it with no hesitation.
Mio throws her head back against the door. Her breath is already coming quicker—shakier as Iori goes to work. With her nose buried in Mio's bush, Iori drags her tongue back and forth. She zigs and zags, making sure to just barely avoid Mio's clit each time. Mio's breath hitches every time Iori gets close, but Iori isn't ready to go there yet. She wants to savor this. Iori teases Mio's entrance, dipping her tongue in just far enough for Mio to whimper. Oh, how Iori has missed that sound.
Mio's hands are still tangled in Iori's hair, and she's holding on for dear life. As Iori bobs her head, she can feel the tension in her scalp from Mio's grip. Iori thinks that Mio probably doesn't even realize she's also pushing Iori's head closer to her. Her neediness still makes Iori angry, but now it also adds to the heat pooling in her lower abdomen.
Mio is beginning to slide down the door, her legs shaking, so Iori pauses to hoist one of Mio's legs over her shoulder. The change in position gives Iori better access, and she immediately dives in again. She drags her tongue across Mio's cunt with reckless abandon. She doesn't bother avoiding Mio's clit now, and Mio twitches every time Iori's tongue passes over it.
Keeping one hand wrapped around Mio's thigh, Iori slowly trails the other towards Mio's core. Mio gasps when Iori plunges a finger inside. She clenches around Iori's finger before relaxing again with a breathy moan. Still lapping at Mio's cunt, Iori begins slowly pumping her finger in and out. Mio's grip on Iori's hair grows tighter, and tighter still when Iori adds another finger. With Mio's moans as encouragement, Iori quickens her pace. She curls her fingers now and then, sending a spasm through Mio's body each time.
"Fuck," Mio says, her voice a high-pitched whine. Iori doesn't stop. She curls her fingers and grazes Mio's clit at just the right times until Mio begins rocking her hips, fucking herself on Iori's fingers. Iori can barely breathe as Mio smothers her face with her cunt, but she doesn't stop. She keeps her pace until she feels Mio's whole body tense. Mio clenches around Iori's fingers, and Iori can feel her thigh tighten underneath her other hand.
"Fuck," Mio says again. Her voice is shaky and breathy now. Iori holds her through her orgasm, wrapping her whole arm tightly around the leg over her shoulder to stop Mio from falling as her other leg trembles. Iori continues to pump her fingers in and out of Mio, gradually slowing as Mio comes down from her high. When Iori looks up at Mio, her head is thrown back against the door, and her eyes are closed as her chest heaves. Iori thinks she might be able to stay in this position forever.
But when Mio opens her eyes, the moment is over. Nothing has changed. Mio might have let Iori fuck her, but that means nothing in the grand scheme of things. STANDOUT is still without a bassist, and Iori knows Mio isn't up to the task. She slips her fingers out of Mio and climbs out from underneath her. Mio still has her back against the door, and she is a sight to behold. She wears nothing but her necklace and her bra, which is only half on. Her eyes are wide as she stares at Iori.
"Iori-chan?"
Iori doesn't know what she looks like right now, but she can feel her expression closing off. She can't even be angry at Mio anymore; she just feels numb. "I'd better go."
"What?" Mio furrows her brow. "You still want to leave?"
"What's changed, Mio?"
Mio pauses, her mouth opening like she wants to say something. She closes it, then opens it again. "I-I don't know. I guess I just thought you might want to… stay for a bit."
Iori narrows her eyes. What's Mio's play here? "I shouldn't have even come here in the first place. I need to leave."
Hurt flashes across Mio's face, but she still doesn't move. She glances down at Iori's hand and reaches for it. Before Iori can pull away, Mio brings Iori's hand to her face and takes two of her fingers into her mouth—the two that were just inside her a few minutes earlier.
Iori's eyes widen, but she doesn't pull away. The sight of her fingers in Mio's mouth does something wicked to her. She gasps when she feels Mio's tongue swirling around and between them. Mio licks and sucks all of her essence off of Iori's fingers before sliding them out of her mouth.
"Iori-chan," Mio says, licking her lips, "at least let me return the favor before you go."
Iori's breath grows heavier as she looks at Mio, her hunger for Mio's touch returning in full force. Mio might act innocent, but she knows exactly what she's doing. She knows just what to do to get Iori to stay. Iori thought she had gained the upper hand, but now she knows she played right into Mio's grasp. She can't even bring herself to care. She needs Mio.
Iori doesn't wait any longer before crashing into Mio, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her with new fervor. Mio doesn't hold back either, shoving her tongue in Iori's mouth and yanking off Iori's clothes. In this kiss, Iori can taste all of Mio. There's the spice of her mouth, but also the faint trace of her cunt. Iori wants more. She can feel herself getting wetter than she already was when she was going down on Mio.
"Bedroom," Mio says, her voice breathy when she breaks away from Iori. Iori follows Mio without hesitation, and the two leave a trail of Iori's clothes in their wake.
They barely make it into Mio's bedroom before their mouths are together again. This time, it's Mio's starving hands that roam Iori's body. Mio leads Iori to the bed before pushing her down onto it and straddling her hips, still kissing her all the while. Iori is in nothing but her underwear now, and Mio is still half-wearing her bra. Iori reaches behind Mio and fumbles with the clasp until Mio's breasts are completely free. She grabs at them blindly, desperate to touch Mio wherever she can.
Mio moans into Iori's mouth before breaking away. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she asks, "What do you want, Iori-chan?"
"I want you inside me," Iori says immediately. She can feel her face reddening, but Mio just smiles like she expected that answer. Iori can't believe what she's gotten herself into. Somehow, Mio has her begging to be fucked. She should be furious, but she can't feel anything other than desire as Mio smirks down at her.
Mio climbs off of Iori and reaches for the bedside table, pulling out the harness and dildo Iori has seen so many times. Iori can feel her clit throbbing as she watches Mio put the harness on. Her fingers are nimble—practiced at tightening and fastening the straps.
Once the dildo is in place, Mio climbs back on top of Iori and leans down to kiss her again. She trails one hand down Iori's body and under her panties before stroking Iori's clit with the pad of her finger. Iori groans, the sound muffled by Mio's mouth as their tongues slide together. Iori can feel Mio smile as she slides her hand down to Iori's entrance.
"And you made fun of me for being wet," Mio murmurs, a teasing lilt in her voice. "I've barely even touched you. Did you get like this eating me out?"
"No." Iori gasps when Mio moves down to her neck and drags her tongue across her pulse point. "Maybe."
Mio giggles, but there's a hint of sadness in her voice when she says, "Oh, Iori-chan."
Iori doesn't get to linger on that, as Mio slips a finger inside her and her mind goes blank. Mio continues moving her mouth lower as she moves her finger back and forth. She uses her other hand to pull Iori's bra down before wrapping her lips around Iori's nipple. Iori gasps as Mio sucks and swirls, teasing Iori's nipple with her tongue.
Iori is already panting when Mio slips another finger inside her, and her breath hitches at the intrusion. Mio's pace is maddeningly slow as she pumps her fingers in and out. Iori reaches down to touch her clit, but Mio grabs her wrist.
"So impatient," Mio says, taking her mouth off of Iori's nipple to gaze up at her. Mio's eyes glint as she throws Iori's words back at her. "What's the rush, Iori-chan?"
Iori's chest blazes with anger, but she bites back her retort; she doesn't want Mio to stop. When Iori says nothing, Mio just smirks and pushes Iori's hand away. "Don't make me get the handcuffs."
Iori actually likes the sound of that, but she stays quiet. She's already in far too deep. She puts her hands at her sides and grabs the sheets, biting back a moan as Mio starts moving her fingers again. Mio moves on to Iori's other nipple, still slowly pumping her fingers in and out of Iori's cunt. The combination of sensations is torturous, bringing Iori closer and closer to the edge, but not close enough.
"Mio, please," Iori begs, her voice rough. Mio is the only one who can reduce her to this, and Iori can't stand it. Why did it have to be her? The one person Iori wants the most is the one who keeps running away from her, but Iori can't let her go. Iori is a coward.
Mio pulls her fingers out of Iori, and Iori almost whines at the loss. Mio glances up at her with hungry eyes and says, "Since you asked so nicely."
Mio finally pulls Iori's panties all the way off. She tosses them behind her and looks down at Iori, a devilish grin on her face. It takes all of Iori's self-control to keep her arms at her sides and not touch herself as she watches Mio align their hips; her knuckles are white as she grips the sheets. Iori watches eagerly as Mio positions the dildo, but she still isn't ready when Mio pushes it inside. She gasps as it fills her up completely.
Mio pauses, waiting for Iori to adjust. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Iori says, her breathing evening out. "Now fuck me, for God's sake."
Mio doesn't hesitate. She rocks her hips, moving slowly at first. She leans down to kiss Iori again. With her forearms on either side of Iori's head for support, she quickens her pace. Mio drives into Iori mercilessly, snapping their hips together and drawing moan after moan out of her. Iori stops trying to hold back. She's always been loud in bed.
Iori hooks her leg around Mio's waist and wraps her arms around Mio's neck, pulling her closer. She wants Mio as close as possible—as deep as possible. Iori buries her nose in Mio's hair. The scent of Mio's lavender shampoo inebriates her, but Iori is an addict.
The change in position brings new friction to Iori's clit with each of Mio's thrusts, but it isn't enough. Iori almost reaches down before Mio seems to read her mind and shoves one of her hands between them. She massages Iori's clit with the pad of her finger, alternating pressure as she strokes it.
Iori throws her head back against the mattress, arching her back. With Iori's mouth out of reach, Mio moves to her neck instead. She kisses and licks, still driving her strap into Iori with one hand on her clit. Iori feels the heat in her abdomen building. It builds and builds as Mio keeps a steady pace, and Iori's breath becomes shallow. "Fuck, don't stop."
Mio doesn't change a thing. She continues to slam into Iori and stroke her clit, all while feasting on her neck. It isn't long before the heat pooling low in Iori's abdomen explodes, and her whole body tenses. She goes blind with pleasure as spasms rocket through her. Mio is still fucking her, slowing down as Iori comes back to reality, and Iori whimpers with each thrust. She feels completely and utterly spent.
Mio continues kissing Iori's neck as she slips out of her. Iori wishes she could lie here forever. She doesn't want to leave the warmth of Mio's arms, or to stop smelling her lavender shampoo. When Mio asks her to spend the night, she can't say no. What Iori wouldn't give to go back to how they were before. She loves STANDOUT with all her heart, but ever since their debut was decided, nothing has gone right. Maybe—just maybe—she can have this.
But as Iori lies next to Mio, moonlight streaming through the window, the bed feels cold. She looks over at her sleeping ex-girlfriend and feels nothing but pain. Iori sighs. Why did she let herself come here? A quick fuck wasn't worth what she's feeling right now. She had missed Mio—missed her so much it was all she could think about. But every time she sees her, it's like another shard of glass digs its way into her heart. There was a time when this bed—this person—had been her safe space, but that time isn't now. She has to get out of here, and this time, she means it.
And so, Iori untangles herself from Mio and leaves her alone in her bed. She gathers the clothes strewn across the floor and puts them on. She tosses one last look at Mio, sleeping peacefully, and leaves. She tells herself she won't come back here—this was the last time. She's done chasing Mio.
What Iori doesn't see, as she turns and doesn't look back, is the single tear sliding down Mio's cheek.