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Haru Okumura ⬤ Persona 5
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[gracile]

I promise you, I will. I think I've had quite enough of not speaking up.

[Unless it's not telling Ren how she feels about him and Akechi, but that's not something she wants to think right now.

Haru reclines back on the pillows, her stocking-clad feet pulled up onto the couch.] Does this work better? I'm sorry, I'm not used to this.

[She adds:] You'll have to tell me about your girlfriend sometime! [And a pause.] Perhaps now is not the best time.

[piercedyourheart]

[ a (very attractive and not kind of dorky) snort of laughter. ] Maaaaaaybe not now, but I will.

[ as much as she'd like to avoid the topic entirely for a lot of varying reasons.

yukari leans over haru, the anticipation from before back in full force and raising goosebumps all over skin. ] This is perfect. And hey, don't apologize. I wasn't all that used to--well, [ she gestures to their current position, ] this, either, before I got here.

So.... [ she kisses her full on the lips and pulls away after a moment to add, ] We can go as slow or fast as you want, Haru-chan.

[gracile]

[It's a new sensation-- a new view-- watching someone climb on top of her, feeling Yukari's warmth, feeling the weight of her legs, and Haru's cheeks turn slightly pink; she opens her lips into the slow, full kiss.] To be honest, I don't know how fast or how slow I really want it.

Can we try, um, how fast you'd normally take it, and I'll let you know if we should slow down?

[She lifts her hand, fingertips tracing Yukari's jawline briefly before pulling back.] G-goodness, my heart is racing.

[piercedyourheart]

[ her eyes flutter closed at light touch, nodding in agreement at the suggestion. this all feels so much more intimate than she imagined. ordinarily, she would have been spooked from this type of affection about 3 kisses ago, but this felt natural. right, even.

so when haru pulls away her hand, yukari doesn't hesitate when zipping down the front of haru's sweater and slipping a knee between her thighs. quietly, she responds, ]

Mine too.

[ then yukari kisses her again, urgent and full of heat, and it doesn't take long for those kisses to start tracing haru's jawline in return. ]

[gracile]

[She'd said that Yukari could take this at her customary speed, but even so, having her sweater suddenly unzipped to reveal her plain white shirt below, and having a knee press up to part her legs, slipping between her thighs in a way that shoves her skirt up just a little--

--she's not expecting it, and she audibly gasps, her eyes widening sharply, though any worry that she's unhappy might be dispelled by the slightly nervous giggle that follows it.] Oh my.

[It's all she says before Yukari's kissing her again, not just on the mouth but on the jaw, and her face and head angle back to give the other girl more access. Her hand slips up into Yukari's short hair, underneath and up, fingers threading through those soft brown locks.]

[piercedyourheart]

[ the feel of haru's fingers in her hair is a heady sensation. whatever rational thought is left in her head disappears, replaced with a strong desire to hear her gasp again. yukari lightly nips her ear before working her making her way down to the hollow of her neck, pausing to suck and lightly bite at her now exposed skin. those will leave marks for sure.

one hand, previously resting at haru's waist, moves underneath that plain white shirt and stops at the top of her ribcage, fingers barely brushing her breast. yeah, they're moving at her speed, but she's more than okay with tapping the brakes a little. they've got plenty of time, after all. ]

[gracile]

[Haru finds her head pushed back, a little tilt to the side that exposes the pale, soft skin of her throat. There's a murmured oh when Yukari's lips start suckling, a sensation as new and foreign for her as it is pleasurable.

The heat between her thighs is starting to get distracting.

It takes just a second for her to realize what the hand creeping up underneath her blouse is looking to do, and she pulls back to look at Yukari, her cheeks red.] W-would you like me to, um.

To take my bra off?

[piercedyourheart]

[ yukari leans in a bit on instinct then pauses when she realizes that haru is asking a rather important question. ]

Yes, please. [ there's a husky edge to her voice that wasn't there before. ] I can help. With taking off your sweater and shirt, I mean. [ she removes her hand from underneath haru's shirt as proof. ] You can even take off mine too, if you want.

[gracile]

[Haru sits up slightly, propping herself up on her elbows; she's already pulling one arm up in her sleeve.] Oh, I was just going to-- [She'd been about to take off her bra while leaving her outer layers on.

But now that Yukari mentions just taking it all off, that seems a lot easier, doesn't it?] It would probably be easier to take it all off, wouldn't it?

[She takes a breath. It's no different from a locker room after gym class, right? They're both girls.

It feels different, though.

Haru's fingers idly tease the bottom of Yukari's cardigan.] If you'd like me to take yours off, too, I'd be only happy to.

[A breath, again. She lifts her arms over her head.

Go ahead.]

[piercedyourheart]

[ this is far from the first time that yukari has helped a girl out of their clothes, platonically or otherwise. still, the palpable, electric feeling of anticipation of being with someone new and learning what made them ask for more makes everything about this feel different.

she wastes no time pulling haru's shirt over her head, unclasping her bra, and unceremoniously dropping them in a pile next to the couch. and now that the other girl is partially undressed, she can't help but stare. a deep blush blooms across her cheeks as she takes in the sight. ]

Jeez.

[gracile]

[Plans to take off Yukari's blouse as well are interrupted when her sweater is pulled up and over her head, the air cool against skin that feels all too warm. Haru takes a breath, and before nerves can get the better of her, pinches the clasp of her bra open and tugs it off, discarding it to the floor.

This feels decidedly different than the locker room, being topless on a couch with Yukari straddling her thighs.

Haru's not a particularly busty girl, her breasts thoroughly average in most every way. As she settles back on the couch, though, something about the way Yukari looks at her makes her cheeks turn warm, a pinkness that carries down to her upper chest.

She bites her lip.] S-surely it's nothing you haven't seen before...

[piercedyourheart]

[ for what may be the first time, yukari hits haru with the patented flat Yukari Stare, albeit a bemused version rather than the withering glare that cowed most people into silence. ]

Haru-chan, it doesn't matter if I have or not. [ she rolls her eyes before leaning in to give haru a proper, gentle kiss. ] I think you look great. Really, [ she trails kisses down her neck, ] really, [ then peppers her chest with more feather light kisses, ] great.

And whenever you want to take off my shirt, I'm more than ready, [ yukari adds while kissing the tops of her breasts. the husky edge to her voice that's crept back into her voice makes it more than clear that she's ready for a whole lot more than that, too. ]

[gracile]

[Haru does not fear Shadows.

But Yukari's look at least chastises her into silence, at least for a moment. Enough for Yukari to lean in and kiss her. (The air feels so cool, now, without her sweater on, or is it just that she's burning?)

Light kisses down her neck to the top of her chest make her inhale, soft and staccato, the sensation unfamiliar but pleasant. Her heart is racing.] I... I know, it's just.

Goodness, this is... [She takes a breath. Focus, girl. Don't be a blushing, stammering virgin, even if that's technically what you are.

Her hands come up to play with the hem of Yukari's blouse, lifting it a few inches upward.] Then shall we be, ah, equals?

[piercedyourheart]

Please, [ comes the immediate answer, murmured into haru's skin as she leaves one last kiss to her shoulder before pulling away. the sight and feel of haru underneath yukari makes her already deep blush expand to the tips of her ears and down her neck. hell, even the barest brush of haru's fingers against her sides is enough to cause her to bite her lip in something akin to frustration.

yukari was in real, real deep.

she shrugs out of her cardigan, dropping it onto the floor, then raises her arms above her head. ]

Whenever you're ready, Haru-chan.

[gracile]

[Undressing another person isn't so different from undressing yourself, right?

It's what Haru tells herself, at least, as Yukari sheds her sweater, landing on top of Haru's own, a little sweater pile that they've got going.

She sits up to make this easier, reaches down to the bottom of Yukari's blouse and lifts, tugging it over the other girl's head.

Amusingly, this position, with Yukari straddling her lap, means that her face is now right at the level of Yukari's bra. Which looks very cute, but also something that Haru wants to very much not be there anymore.

She leans in to kiss the valley between Yukari's breasts.]

[piercedyourheart]

[ yukari was feeling hot under the collar before, but that kiss makes her feel as if every part of her skin is on fire. her knee rocks against the other girl on instinct as she breathes in a pleased, surprised gasp, both hands reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. within seconds, it's off and flung to the floor. she doesn't even bother to track where she's discarded it, her eyes locked on haru's the entire time.

that important task out of the way, she rocks her knee again, deliberate and slow, while loosely looping both arms around haru's neck. yukari wants to see her reaction, yes, but she also wants to give her a chance to say if that's too much or if she's ready for more. ]

[gracile]

[Yukari's a girl like her. She sees naked breasts every day when she looks in the bathroom mirror. There's nothing unique or unusual about this. This is going to be perfectly normal.

It is, on the one hand, but it also isn't, and when Yukari similarly finds herself topless and Haru's face is right at the level of her chest, it's enough to make her blush quite heavily.

She's about to lean in and slowly plant a kiss on the inside of one of Yukari's breasts when--

--oh. That's a knee pressing up between her stocking-clad thighs, underneath her skirt, through the fabric of her tights and her underwear. The first one could have been an accidental brush, but the second is deliberate and unmistakably so.

The slow friction isn't exactly mindblowing, but it makes her feel vulnerable in a way that her own explorations never did, and for a second there's a pause. Is she okay with this? Are they really going this far?

If not now, when? If not with Yukari, someone she likes and trusts, with whom?

Haru slowly kisses the inside of Yukari's breast in response, languidly turning her head to do the same on its counterpart.]