WHOA HOLD IT I'M BACK. STOP THE RIOTS. School is almost over my beauties. Almost over.
Kay, now that that's outta the way. I got something to say:
CaptainWorgenTheShipper… you are god.
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Elevators
It was Friday. The day of all days.
The end of the week, the door to the weekend where Luka could go home, find Miku, and have fun in the bedroom until sunrise on Monday. She shoved a few folders into her desk, closed her laptop and turned off the desk lamp, noticing some of her coworkers begrudgingly stomping towards their cubicles with work still needing to be done. All in their cramped, tiny work areas where not even a cup of coffee could be shoved in.
Luka almost smirked; she had the privilege of having the nice office. Spacious, locked door, huge window that overlooked the hobo fighting stadium just underneath the freeway. And best of all, blinds to shield her and Miku when she came in for lunch. No food was ever brought in or eaten.
"Good work today Megurine," one of her bosses drawled in between coffee sips. He stared at his tablet while walking towards his own office, ignoring the people calling for his attention. There was a meeting today she had to go to, Luka realized. She shrugged, not caring. She had two whole days away from the noisy sound of papers printing, annoying clammer of gossip and the constant clang from the hobos tossing trash at her window. It sounded to her like it wasn't very important.
A knock at her door sent her eyes down to the newly bought heels she remembered were sitting near the counter that morning. To the legs she adored kissing, soft white skin just shining in the evening light. To the hem of a loose sun dress that was nearly see-through but not quite transparent; a childish innocence. Her breath hitched at the sight of a nice bust, a thin bra allowing the peak of her breasts to poke through. Luka swallowed when she caressed the slim neck with her eyes, and bit her tongue at the sight of plump peach lips, covered in a sticky lip gloss.
Before she could go any further, Luka's fingers brushed her already throbbing core. The tight slacks she wore doing no good in preventing any friction.
Because just a few feet away and strutting towards her with hungry teal eyes was her wife. Hatsune Miku. Manicured, purple nails went to rake across her cheek, and Miku had bent down to kiss her forehead. "Good work today," she hissed in Luka's ear.
"Wh… what are you doing here?" Luka asked, breath hitching when she saw Miku's cleavage. Childish innocence her ass.
Miku's tongue scraped the shell of her ear before blowing. "I came to pick you up. Did you forget that your car broke down?" she asked with a teasing giggle, stepping away with a smile that clearly gave no evidence she had just been seducing her hot wife. "Come on."
Luka had to be ripped away from her chair, and all she could do was stare in awe as her wife collected her things, put her laptop into her bag and dragged her out of her office with a light slam of her door.
"Oh! Miku, didn't know you came in," a man said with a chuckle, patting his shoulder with some papers. The couple gave him a smile, and Miku pulled away from Luka to speak with him, chatting about nothing important, but acting like the world depended on it.
In the corner of the room, the office manager (that was Luka) stood with her innards melting by the second, and her heart going crazy at the sight of Miku brushing her hair. Teal locks, combed to the side and kept in place by a rather large clip, tempted Luka's fingers to rake and pull until Miku cried in ecstasy over and over again.
She needed release. And it looked like Miku wasn't going to step away from Kaito anytime soon. If only Luka could summon her latent Miki personality at the moment, she'd be able to rip her away and drag her home. Or the car. As far as she could go until she had to take her, anyway.
"Alright, see you next week guys!" the manager's wife called, waving at the tired men face-first in paper. They happily said their goodbyes and allowed the couple to leave, some blanching at the sight of Luka's face going blue.
Miku brushed Luka's arm and gripped it tightly, pushing her breasts against Luka's shoulder. Such an elaborate trick would only get her punished, Luka thought. Acting so flirty and pretending like nothing was wrong.
Oh, if anything was wrong. It was Miku.
Immediately as the metal doors closed, Luka pushed her against the wall, surprised when Miku's nails scraped her scalp, pushing their lips together and wrapped her slim legs around her hips. Breaths mingled and tongued danced; teeth scraped each other and moans of pleasure and happiness arose in the tiny room.
Luka pulled away just enough to glance at the security camera. The guard in charge didn't start until seven in the evening - leaving two hours of free time to do what they wanted. But as it descended, Luka knew she couldn't let herself wait until they got home.
So, she pulled the plug and stopped the elevator. Lights shut off, the camera no doubt went dead and the motions stopped them, Miku moaning and groping her chest for more activity.
"Sorry," Luka whispered, digging underneath Miku's dress to feel at the no doubt painful urge pulsing between her thighs. Her fingers felt around the hot skin, and her ears relished in the sound of Miku's high-pitched gasps. Closing her eyes, Luka let out a growl when she felt the heat envelop her cold fingers. A thick, sticky substance kissed her skin, wrapping around it and letting it slip inside.
"Oh yes... " Miku hissed, nails digging into Luka's shoulders. Her eyes were shut tight; and her heels clacked on the ground, petite feet dragging along her lover's back. "Right… right…"
Teasing the area, Luka could already hear the sloshing, the gushing and the mixing as all the combined juices leaked out of Miku's entrance, cultivating in the palm of Luka's hand. It was warm, and smelled like honey. Miku was on one of her good weeks - that was why she had been so flirty.
She smirked, and licked at Miku's neck as her fingers teased the highly sensitive bud. Miku let out a squeal, bringing her closer and panting into the pink tresses. "Ah yes.. ohh…." Miku spoke quietly, bringing her hand to Luka's cheek. At the same moment, the elevator shook a little, jostling the teasing hand currently buried in Miku. Someone was trying to call it, but it wouldn't work.
Luka pulled Miku's tights and panties down further, giving her more wiggle room to slide down, watching Miku's red face turn to look at her as she stared up her dress. Her cum was a shiny clear liquid running down her inner thighs, going in different directions and dripping off the tip of her lips. Luka stuck out her tongue, and moaned when the sweetness overcame her senses.
"Oh fuck, Miku... " she whispered, lifting her hips to open herself more. It was so pink, and cute and shiny and even twitching. Miku wanted her, and needed her so much even her privates were crying. "Don't worry, I'll fix this."
And that was when her teeth scraped along the sides of her labia. Miku's scream covered the person trying to contact them, his voice overly worried for nothing. They'd see nothing, and hear nothing. Unless they forced power into the elevator, which could happen any time.
They were on floor seven, with people probably stuck outside the doors, trying to peer inside to see why it wasn't opening. Luka couldn't help but lay Miku on the floor out of pure pleasure at the thought of people just outside the door, pressing their lips together and loving how Miku's lips enveloped her tongue, sucking down her taste.
"You taste so fucking good right now," Luka huskily groaned, legs itching to be opened. She bent down again, making sure to stick out her bottom and arch her back to more room, and spread Miku's legs again. Her tongue raked the surface of her pink, soft flesh, the muscle twitching as it cried for more stimulation. Miku's voice was raspy and she grinded her hips against Luka's head, moaning as the contact gave way to more pleasure.
"Yes, yes… I… L-Luka!" Her back arched just as Luka bit her clit, tongue tracing her name and fingers pumping in and out of her entrance. White sticky fluid was coming out, covering Luka's chin and dripping onto her neck where it slid in between her breasts, mingling with sweat. Her nose buried within the white substance, taking in the scent of the ultimate honey. Miku bit her knuckles, rolling her hips and droplets of sweat running underneath her body.
Luka moved up to kiss her, free hand dragging out her untouched breasts. "Mommy didn't forget you," she cooed, kissing the tips of Miku's nipples.
"Don't… don't say that… you - you…. oh fuck!" Miku screamed as Luka bit (she was in a biting mood) said nipples, fingers pinching her clit and other fingers pushing as far inside as they could. The depths of Miku's body welcomed the known guests, and Luka rolled them, twisting until she felt the spongy goodness that caused the profanity to slip from her wife's mouth.
A series of tremors took over, first with Miku freezing, a silence taking over. Then her body trembled, and she let out a deep, breathy moan that literally sounded like heaven to Luka's ears. It was a musical waterfall, her voice changing octaves as she rode her orgasm.
And finally, the splash of everything coming out of her. It was sticky, creating lines of connections on her skin as she separated her thighs, and Luka happily lapped it up, even sucking it out of her worn out flesh, causing tired little moans to befall from Miku's throat. Her lips were glossed over, and her cheeks were smeared, hair sticking against them.
Reaching a hand over, Miku with lip gloss smudged across her lips and saliva dribbling down her chin, lightly kissed her lover. "That was so good…" she whispered. Luka pulled away and hummed, tearing her blazer off and unbuttoning her blouse to reveal the lacy pink bra she was wearing.
She always wore sexy underwear, but she was glad she chose easy to remove ones. Miku ground her knee against Luka's vulva. She could feel the swell already, the moisture that had pooled in that single area. Even through the black slacks and the darkened elevator, Miku could see the visibly dark splotch on the fabric.
Luka ground against her harshly, not wanting to remove her clothing in time to enjoy the pressure. "Ngh.. Miku, yes - I…. I love you," she moaned, breathy gasps taken over by Miku's sticky lips. Her hot tongue ravaged the insides of Luka's mouth, drinking all the moans her lover was giving her.
Some profanities were exchanged, and Luka pressed her palms against the floor of the elevator, grinding as fast as she could against Miku's thigh. Her teal-haired lover rubbed her exposed breasts, the bra tossed aside somewhere. She wanted to kiss them, to let her tongue explore, but she couldn't bend herself forward low enough.
Luka stopped for a second, widening her legs further to get more of herself on Miku's thigh, and after a few seconds of the motions against it, she shuddered, face going lax, a muffled groan coming from her throat as she bit her lip. Her breasts bounced, colliding into each other and letting droplets of sweat to fall on Miku's dress, spotting it lightly.
After a while, she stopped and rolled off of her lover, who looked confused. At that moment, the elevator started moving again, leaving the floor and going down. Luka hurried to put her clothes on again, and Miku fixed her undergarments, her hair a wild trainwreck and face red beyond belief. Luka shakily stood, wincing uncomfortably when she felt wetness seeping down her leg - it wasn't quite pee, yet it wasn't the usual cum either. She wanted to die.
"Come on," Miku purred, "I know you're not done. Wait until we get to the car."
Luka wanted to pull the plug again, especially as the doors opened and a group of people stood around the elevator, some worried as they escaped from the confines of the hot metal box. She dragged Miku out, their thighs making the walk uncomfortable.
"How long were we in there?" Luka asked loudly, trying to put off the topic. Miku shrugged, pushing her side into Luka's arm.
The security guards coughed, the one who was supposed to be on duty shuddering. "I'm sorry - I was late to work and I could've fixed it almost immediately. You have my apologies."
Luka shrugged, wrapping an arm around Miku's waist and waving it off. "Whatever, so long as it doesn't happen again," she said, casually walking out.
When they were sure nobody was around, they booted it to the parking garage, Miku slamming her wife against the trunk. It was dark and dingy, with no cars or people around to hear or see them. "You wanted it like this, didn't you?" she asked harshly against Luka's ear, grinding her hips against Luka's backside.
"I'm not letting you get home until this is fixed, okay honey?"
AN
Oh my god. Writing this made me feel things. Awkward things.
Hot things.
This couple is so hot bro.
SO YEAH. School ends in like a month. Then I'll have all the time in the world to write more smut.