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Chihaya is grinning, trying not to hum happily, sitting in the plush chair in the living room while Su ventured into the kitchen to grab cups, saying she could get them when Chiha had offered.
Truth was…, she had hoped Su would insist, that morning, she had placed the cups on a higher shelf than usual, knowing they would be out of her shorter girlfriend’s reach. Maybe it was a little mean to tease her on her birthday, but she had a pretty great day planned, if she did say so herself. This was just the beginning.
Already she can hear the frustrated noises so she stands, long legs carrying her over to the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe a moment, taking in the scene.
Su is standing on her tiptoes, fingers reach for and brushing the desired plastic cup but not being able to grasp it, her light blue shirt has ridden up just a little, exposing the barest glimpse of her midriff.
Chihaya stifles her laugh, instead, walking the rest of the way forward, pausing with her chest pressed into Su’s back, easily reaching the cups and passing them to Su who goes back to her normal height, spinning around and pouting up at the dj.
“Awwww don’t pout Su-chan,” Chiha smiles before she’s lifting the smaller woman up, onto the counter, her feet dangling off the edge as the blue haired woman squeaks and now glares up at her.
“Chiha!”
“Mm?” Chihaya has stepped closer again, one hand on Su’s cheek, very gently tilting her face upwards.
Su’s cheeks burn as her light blue eyes meet the darkened red of Chihaya’s, very aware of their proximity now. It’s not like they haven’t been much closer, but still. The way her girlfriend is looking at her has butterflies in her stomach, warm hands on her sides, beneath her shirt and then Chiha is leaning down, slow as ever, and she’s too impatient for all of that, surging up and forward, pressing their lips together. The hands on her sides encircle her waist instead, dragging her just a little closer, so she wraps her legs around Chihaya’s waist, arms around her shoulders, kissing the DJ happily.
When they come apart, their breathing is heavy and Chihaya is resting her forehead against Su’s, just breathing for a moment.
Another quick peck is pressed to her lips before Chiha has shifted into more of a squatting position, peering up at her now with those wide eyes.
“Eh?” Su has an idea of what her girlfriend is planning but she would still prefer verbal confirmation.
Chihaya’s fingers have looped into the belt loops of her shorts, giving them a light tug and her cheeks burn again.
“Can I take them off for you?” Her voice has hit that deeper register she has sometimes, the way her eyes drag up slowly from her legs, up her stomach and chest, finally resting on her face, all of it has Su blushing harder still.
She manages to nod and then she’s leaning back on her hands on the counter, lifting her hips so that Chihaya can undress her from the waist down, the shorter woman giving a soft squeak at the coldness of the counter beneath her now bare ass.
Chihaya chuckles, tossing Su’s clothes to the side before she’s once again squatting before her, both hands resting warm on pale thighs, looking up at her with such devotion and affection that Su has to look away, unable to bear that gaze.
She squirms a little, “Is there a reason we’re doing this here? Instead of in bed?”
The DJ doesn’t answer, instead, warm kisses are trailed up one thigh and then down the other, the shorter woman sighing and leaning back on her hands again, gazing down at her girlfriend, watching the way she pays such careful attention, a soft gasp leaving her lips as Chiha places the first kiss between her spread legs. She closes her eyes, too overwhelmed to keep watching.
Gently, Chihaya lifts and rests Su’s legs upon her shoulders before she returns her gaze between the shorter woman’s legs, a smile on her lips, practically drooling already at the excitement of what’s to come. She can feel that intense blue gaze on her again and she glances up, offering her a wide smile before she’s leaning in again, feeling the heat up close, pausing a moment to enjoy the time before. Her hands rest beneath her beloved, cupping her cute, round ass, lifting her forward just enough so she’s not resting on the countertop, supported by her own hands and Chihaya’s lift. Su squeaks again, eyes wide in alarm but Chihaya leans the rest of the way in, pressing another kiss to her lower lips. One hand is in her hair, the other still holding her up and then Chihaya isn’t focused on those things anymore, entirely focused on the way her girlfriend tastes.
Red eyes are closed, nose pressed against her girlfriend, tongue exploring, already searching for the spots she knows will have Su coming undone. Su’s noises are soft, the way she grips Chihaya’s hair insistent. She focuses her attention, pressing her tongue upward, stretched as far as she can reach. Her girlfriend moans, lower this time, hips bucking up just a little. Chihaya smiles a little, focusing on that spot now that she’s found it again, hands gripping Su tighter, doubtless leaving red finger imprints.
She’s drowning in her girlfriend and she couldn’t be happier, knees hitting the hard tile of the kitchen as she leans forward, but she barely registers the pain, focused entirely on the way Su tastes, the way she’s pressing her head closer with just one hand, moaning as she does, panting just a little. She readjusts, withdrawing her tongue a moment, breathing for just a couple of seconds before she’s got her mouth on her girlfriend again, tongue buried just as far as earlier, feeling Su’s hand pressing her closer again, the way her heels dig into her shoulders further encouraging the DJ.
Still holding Su up, Chihaya leans her arms against the counter, lifting Su just a little bit, mouth following, groaning softly against her, the smaller woman’s hand in her hair tightening again, heels digging in more painfully.
“Chiha,” Su’s breathless tone has the DJ smiling against her, redoubling her efforts, licking faster.
Within seconds there’s a taste change, a flood filling her mouth, quivering thighs in her hands, the pressure of Su’s heels nonexistent. Chihaya stays there, thoroughly lapping up everything, even as Su twitches, panting softly, the hand in her hair painful. Finally though, Chihaya leans back, very gently setting Su back down on the counter fully, the shorter woman making tired grabby hands at her.
Su is even more adorable like this, if that’s possible.
Chihaya takes a moment to wipe her mouth and chin with the back of one hand, wiping that on the white shirt she’s still wearing before she stands and steps into Su’s grab-range, allowing herself to be pulled close, wrapping her arms around Su’s sweaty back, the blue haired woman resting her head in the crook of Chiha’s neck.
After a moment, Chihaya once again lifts Su with both hands under her ass, the smaller woman not even squeaking this time, just wrapping her legs around her taller girlfriend and her arms wrapping around Chihaya’s shoulders, snuggling in close to her neck.
Chihaya carries Su through their apartment, going to their bedroom, setting her girlfriend down on the bed, where the short woman pouts at her, blinking tiredly at her as the DJ walks over to the side of the room where a shopping bag sits. She bends down and withdraws the two wrapped items, carrying them back over to the bed, on her knees, climbing up the bed to where Su is sitting up and watching her.
“Happy birthday,” Chihaya smiles, offering her the wrapped items.
“Eh?!” Su blinks several times, looking between the wrapped items and Chihaya.
The DJ laughs, “Did you think I forgot to get you anything?”
Su takes the items, tearing the smallest corner of wrapping before she’s launching herself at Chihaya, hugging her tightly, the manga dropping off the side of the bed as she hugs her girlfriend.
“Thank you!”
Chihaya laughs again, falling back on her ass, Su in her lap now, legs once again wrapping around her partner.
“Of course.”
Su leans up, kissing her again, Chihaya slips her hands up under Su’s shirt, holding her closer as they kiss.
In moments though, Chihaya is laying Su back, breaking their kiss to undress her, first her shirt, then her bra, tossing the articles off the side of the bed. With only her choker on now, Chihaya kisses her girlfriend again, hands slowly exploring her girlfriend’s body. Su groans into the kiss, arching up into Chiha’s touch.
Chiha presses kisses to both of her cheeks, which burn, and she squirms beneath the affection, arms loosely wrapped around Chihaya’s shoulders as the taller woman shifts downward, now kissing along Su’s neck, her teeth snagging on the choker before they sink into the pale flesh of her neck.
A soft groan, hands still exploring her body, and then Chihaya is kissing down the other side of her neck, across the sharp collarbones, leaving the lightest of bites across the pale skin. Chihaya continues down Su’s body, leaving nothing unappreciated.
Su’s chest is small, and she wastes no time, her mouth latching on to one pale nipple, her hand still holding that breast, other hand gently massaging the other, before her fingers are lightly twisting the other nipple. Su moans, arching up into the touch. Chihaya smiles against her girlfriend, offering the lightest bite before she’s shifting across to Su’s other breast, tongue lapping at the already hard nipple before she’s sucking on it again, listening to the way Su moans, two hands now in her hair, holding her close.
Chihaya comes off with a pop, pressing kisses along Su’s chest, between her breasts and down her abdomen, scooting down the bed as she goes.
Warm hands gently massage Su’s still quivering thighs, pressing kisses down her stomach, across the tops of her thighs and down between her legs again.
Her tongue is buried again, Chihaya losing herself in the act, Su groaning, hands tangled in black and teal hair. She lies on her stomach, hands large and warm, holding Su’s thighs down, tongue as deep as she can reach again, questing for that spot again.
Vaguely she realizes her shorts are going to need to be tossed in the wash, but for now, all that matters is Su.
Her moans are breathy and soft, just noises of pleasure but occasionally a murmur of her name, Chiha shifts up, focusing on Su’s clit, lapping rapidly. Su’s moans increase in pitch, she surges upward, holding Chihaya’s head with both hands, hips rocking up into her partner’s tongue. She seals her lips around her clit, sucking on it, letting her teeth lightly graze the sensitive bundle too and that’s when Su comes undone again, thighs quaking and holding her girlfriend’s head even closer, groaning Chihaya’s name in that breathy way once again. Chihaya shifts a little, dipping her tongue into her partner again, tasting her fully once more. Su pats her head, wanting Chihaya to come up and reluctantly, the DJ does so, once again, wiping her mouth before she climbs back up the bed, Su immediately snuggling into her own still clothed chest.
Chihaya chuckles, giving Su a head pat, before she’s looking up at the DJ with those large light blue eyes. She leans down, capturing those lips again, and the shorter woman can taste herself in the kiss.
They part again and Su snuggles into Chihaya’s chest, the taller wrapping her arms around the shorter and holding her close.
“Happy birthday,” Chihaya murmurs into light blue hair.
Su nuzzles under Chiha’s chin, blushing, before she’s closing her eyes, exhausted, legs still shaking. She chuckles again, closing her own eyes, relaxing into the softness of the bed, nothing like a midday nap, they can continue Su’s birthday after a nap.