Tags: explicit sexual content, futanari
This is a fic for the Uwasa of Lewdfic Factory's 8th writing contest! The prompt that I went for was Futa Domination in the setting of soft lol
This fic may feel a bit rough around the edges, it's because of a couple reasons. First off, I've been kinda emotionally messed up. Second, I'm one of the most lesbian persons you may ever meet, thus my experience with penises in literally any regard is minimal at best.
I did put a small bit of editing into this fic and had some help from others as well; however, the editing is still probably choppy so please excuse that!
Iroha couldn't stop herself from shaking. Tonight was the night that Iroha was going to try and tell Yachiyo the truth.
Iroha and Yachiyo had been developing a closer relationship over the last few months, segueing into becoming a couple. At first, it was just cute little dates, exchanging lighthearted gifts, and teasing each other at meals. However, Yachiyo had been stepping up her game. This new step in their relationship told her that she couldn't hide the truth for much longer.
Would Yachiyo still like her? Would she still want to be with her? Would she even be allowed to continue living at Mikazuki Villa if Yachiyo learned of her truth? Even thinking about it like that caused Iroha to get nauseous.
The motivation that made Iroha feel like she needed to speak up was that she and Yachiyo would be alone that night. Felicia and Sana were having a sleepover with Tsuruno at the Yui home, leaving the dating couple in the house alone together. There were no distractions, nothing stopping the two of them from going further that night. With the way that Yachiyo had been kissing her until she panted, pinning her against walls and leaving small marks on her jaw and neck, and hands wandering around her upper body, it was almost guaranteed that Yachiyo would want to take things a step further that night. Of course, Iroha had been consenting with everything that she and Yachiyo had done thus far; but she was paralyzed at the thought of Yachiyo putting her hand under her skirt or slipping a leg between her thighs.
Iroha wasn't normal and she was so frightened that her girlfriend wouldn't accept her after learning about it. Yachiyo had always seemed open minded, but Iroha… Iroha still had her fears.
So she stood at the island in the ditch, hands shaking as she slumped her shoulders to try and comfort herself from the intrusive negative thoughts that plagued her.
Hearing the sound of the front door being opened pulled Iroha from her spiraling thoughts, her light eyes looking up to catch sight of her girlfriend. "W-welcome home, Yachiyo." She said, managing to mostly beat down her anxiety for the moment.
"Thank you, Iroha." Yachiyo said as she put her bag on the living room table before going back to the door to lock it for the night. "How was your day?"
Iroha shifted on her toes and replied, grateful for once that she always sounded a little nervous. Maybe it would mask the way her heart was in her throat. "It's been good so far. Felicia and Sana only left maybe 20 minutes ago so I was just starting on our dinner."
"Hmm, I see. I could help you cook... if you want some help, that is." Yachiyo said as she came around the bar and slid next to Iroha at the island.
Iroha blushed a little at the way Yachiyo pressed up against her. She nodded at her girlfriend's offer to help, trying to gauge when she should speak up. She couldn't just straight out say what was on her mind. Iroha knew that this needed to come with some nuance. "I-I can always use help cooking." She said softly, with a chuckle. Despite how nervous she was, Iroha was trying to keep her words light for now.
Yachiyo let out a small hum as she slid her hand over Iroha's to take the knife she had picked up to cut ingredients. "I'll cut up the vegetables if you get the water started." She had caught on that Iroha was nervous about something, but decided not to probe just yet since she knew that her girlfriend would speak up when she was ready.
Iroha nodded at the suggestion and stepped away from the island to fill the pot she had already pulled out with water. Her hands shook as she filled the pot and moved it to the stove. Her mind was going a mile a minute. Before she could turn the eye of the stove on, Yachiyo was behind her, running her hands down her arms to distract her.
"Are you okay?" Yachiyo asked softly as she guided Iroha to face her. She could see the way Iroha was trembling and struggling with even just a pot of water. It made the older of the two nervous as well, despite her normal rather confident demeanour.
Iroha bit her lip and looked away for a moment. "I..." she mumbled out as she shuffled. The younger girl struggled to think of the words she needed to say so she shook her head. "I'm just thinking about a lot." She decided to say, not finding herself able to admit the truth at that moment. She didn't want to fight. She didn't want to get kicked out. Those fears had dug their talons in, leaving their mark in her mind.
Yachiyo raised an eyebrow but didn't press it. "Okay. If you're sure." She said as she turned her attention to cut the vegetables.
The rest of their meal was like this. Iroha getting shaky, Yachiyo gently pressing the issue, Iroha just saying her mind was busy, Yachiyo giving her space for a moment, then it all repeating.
Once they were done with their dinner, Yachiyo took the dirty dishes to the sink and Iroha nervously followed. "S-so... I think I need to tell you something..." Iroha said quietly, her voice trembling.
Yachiyo turned from the sink, watching her girlfriend with her brows furrowed a little. "You aren't hurt, are you?" The question wasn't as outlandish as one might have expected; Iroha had the tendency to put others ahead of her own needs, including lying about injuries she may have obtained.
"No, no, I'm fine... it's just... it's about us... or me? I mean, it's about me, and how you see me and I—" Iroha was rambling as she tried to piece her thoughts together to something that would make sense.
Yachiyo's look became more focused. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"Absolutely not!" Iroha nearly shouted before she covered her face with a hand. "I just, it just, I am— it's weird and if anything, you'll break up with me because of it."
"I would never." Yachiyo said, intentionally taking a step closer to Iroha. "Nothing could get me to break up with you."
"But, but what if I've been lying this whole time? I've been deceiving you... I am... it's so embarrassing and I am so scared, I'm sorry." Iroha couldn't help as words just tumbled out of her mouth in a mess of jumbled words that barely made any sense.
"It's alright. You would have to be doing something completely horrible for me to want to break up with you. I love you." Yachiyo said, reaching out and taking both of Iroha's cold yet sweaty hands that were actively shaking. She moved so that she and Iroha were only inches from each other. "I love you." Yachiyo repeated.
Iroha felt her stomach twist in knots and she looked up at Yachiyo as tears began to form. "I-I love you too... I'm so worried that I'm going to mess this up, mess us up."
"You couldn't." Yachiyo said quietly before she pressed her lips against Iroha's. "Just take a few deep breaths. You don't have to tell me tonight if you can't."
Iroha shook her head. "I have to. We're alone for the first time... at least the first time in a long time. I'll mess it up if I don't..." She spoke before taking in a deep inhale. "Okay. Okay... I can do this." Iroha talked to herself before she cleared her throat a little and looked down between them. "My... my body isn't normal." She finally said.
Yachiyo raised an eyebrow and spoke, "I'm not sure anyone is normal."
"N-not like that. I'm really d-different." Iroha said quietly, still not looking at Yachiyo, her grip on her girlfriend's hands a little tight. "I, um... I am not all girl." She muttered out, her voice quiet.
"What do you mean?" Yachiyo asked, not understanding what Iroha was trying to explain.
Iroha bit her lip and shuffled in her spot before she pulled her hands away gently. "I... We're getting closer so you need to know that... that... um, I'm, I'm not all girl. I, uh, have more than I should... down there."
The older girl's entire attention was on Iroha as she spoke. "Could you elaborate?" Yachiyo was piecing it together but didn't want to guess and be wrong.
Iroha finally glanced up at Yachiyo before speaking in a shaking voice. "I-I have both."
Yachiyo looked slightly surprised but quickly suppressed that reaction and pulled Iroha into a hug before the nervous girl could pull away because of her anxiety. "I love you." She repeated for the third time in such a short time. "I would never break up with you over something like that. I'm so proud of you for having the strength to tell me."
"Y-you don't think I'm gross? Or a mutant?" Iroha said in a whisper. "I don't have to move?"
Yachiyo pulled away from the hug to look her girlfriend in the eyes. "Move? Did you really think I would break up with you Iand/i kick you out just over something that you can't even control?"
"I thought... since the whole Villa is just girls... you would think I was a pervert or something."
"Not at all. Iroha, I know who you are. It doesn't matter what you have, you're kind. You wouldn't hurt anyone." Yachiyo spoke before she leaned in and kissed Iroha again. "I accept you just as you are. You're Iroha Tamaki either way."
The younger girl blushed and looked away sheepishly. "I guess I was just... overreacting. It's just... I've been bullied before because of it... it's always made gym so difficult... So I just projected that, I guess..."
Yachiyo held onto Iroha loosely, but enough that the other could definitely feel her arms around her. "I love all of you, no matter what." She spoke, her lips close enough to Iroha's that she could feel the heat from her face.
"I'm so lucky to have you." Iroha said quietly before she initiated a kiss. At first it was just soft, but she started getting a little deeper with it. The absolute relief of Yachiyo's kindness towards Iroha's insecurity made the younger girl feel so loved. The relief made Iroha feel bubbly.
The two girls kissed for a long time, only pulling away long enough to take small breaths before going back for more. Iroha stepped back until her back was against the fridge, Yachiyo following her until she had her girlfriend pinned against the appliance.
"M-maybe we should move upstairs… Just in case someone comes home." Yachiyo suggested through slightly labored breaths. Even though the door was locked and the other two residents had plans, the thought that they could get caught in the kitchen was still even the slightest possibility.
Iroha nodded, feeling embarrassed at even the thought of getting caught. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." She said quietly as she ran her fingers through her bangs.
Yachiyo took Iroha's left hand and began walking with her up to one of their rooms. Yachiyo's was closer to the stairs, so they ended up in the rather depersonalized room.
Before getting close to Yachiyo again, Iroha shuffled in the spot where she stood in front of the doorway. "A-are you really sure I'm not… you know… wrong? I don't want you to feel like you have to stay with me or anything…" Her insecurities poured out of her mouth.
"Absolutely sure. I love you, Iroha." Yachiyo said, certainty in her tone. "Penis and all."
Iroha ignited in red and covered her face from embarrassment. "Y-you don't have to say it so straightforward like that!" She said, her voice a little high.
Yachiyo smiled and let out a small laugh. "Okay, then what should I call it?"
"I'd rather you not call it anything.." Iroha mumbled through her hands.
"Alright, alright." Yachiyo said, still chuckling a little. "I won't tease you about it." She spoke before she stepped close to Iroha. "But I did have a question…"
Iroha peaked through her hands before she let them down off of her face, "A question?"
Yachiyo nodded, "A question… Will I need to go get condoms?"
"Condoms!?" Iroha couldn't help as she blushed deeply before she swallowed back her shock. "I, um, what do you mean by that? I thought… I thought you were always supposed to use condoms…" She said sheepishly, looking down at the floor.
"I suppose you could, but what I mean by that is are you able to get me pregnant?" Yachiyo asked, surprisingly barely blushing at all over asking such a question.
Iroha looked shaken by the question and cleared her throat before shaking her head. "My doctor said I couldn't." She said, trying not to look so absolutely embarrassed by such a thing. "That's… That should be okay, right? If I was just a girl I couldn't do that either so…"
Yachiyo smiled at Iroha before pulling her close to her, "That is perfectly fine. I just needed to know if we needed condoms before we do this."
Iroha nodded before she looked up at Yachiyo. "So we are really doing this, huh?"
"Unless you don't want to?" Yachiyo countered.
"No, I want to." Iroha said quietly. "I just… This will be my first time and I'm insecure…"
Yachiyo nodded just a little before she leaned in and kissed Iroha softly. "I will take it slow. You just tell me when we stop, okay?"
Iroha nodded her head as she sucked in a small breath. "Alright." She replied before she kissed Yachiyo a little bit deeper than they had moments prior.
As the two kissed, Yachiyo carefully guided them to the bed. Once at the side of the bed, Yachiyo pulled away from Iroha yet again. "Lay down for me."
Iroha blushed and nodded. She got on the bed before situating herself on the bed, back to the comforter, head on the pillow.
Yachiyo smiled at her before she climbed atop her slowly, admiring her as she did so. "Remember, you can tell me stop whenever." Yachiyo reminded before she kissed Iroha once again.
Iroha hummed out a reply. Kissing wasn't foreign, but having the heat of Yachiyo's body over her made her feel a bit like this was a dream. Iroha had been so frightened that she was going to be rejected by her girlfriend that her mind had been too engulfed in fear to really imagine how this part would feel with Yachiyo. It was enticing, something that felt like a guilty pleasure.
Yachiyo kissed down Iroha's jawline to her neck. As she did this, she let her hands wander down Iroha's shoulders, across her stomach, up to the slightly padded bra that Iroha adorned. "Can I lift your shirt?"
Iroha blushed but nodded, "Yeah." She said quietly. She could already feel a bit of arousal coursing through her body with the way that Yachiyo's body weight was on her lap as she touched her upper body so gently. "I-I'm fine with all of this… You don't have to ask me every step of the way." Iroha said, her voice still showing her embarrassment.
"I just want to make sure you're really okay." Yachiyo spoke as her cold hands slipped under her shirt and pressed the fabric up and out of the way.
Iroha helped by raising her arms over her head, lazily leaving them there after the shirt was left abandoned on the floor. "I'm okay. More than okay." Iroha said, giving Yachiyo a small smile. "I'm just a little nervous, but I trust you."
Yachiyo watched Iroha's face for a few moments before she nodded. "If you're sure…" She said as she slinked her hands around Iroha's torso, "Lift up for me just a little."
Iroha blushed but did as she was asked, making a little arch with her back.
Yachiyo expertly removed the piece of fabric, tossing the beige undergarment off of the bed before sitting up to look at her girlfriend.
Iroha watched Yachiyo as she took in the sight of her now completely naked upper half. With her bra off, it was obvious that she didn't have very much to work with in regards to her breasts. "This isn't fair." Iroha said softly, moving her arms to push at the bottom of Yachiyo's blouse.
The older girl smirked and nodded, "I suppose it isn't." She replied, sitting up and pulling the top off in one fluid motion. Her own bra was a cute yet simple purple lace. Iroha didn't get much time to take in any details before it was too on the floor. "Now we're even. For now." Yachiyo said, as she leaned back down and began kissing at Iroha's neck and jawline.
The smaller girl let out a soft hum at the feeling of attention. She had a weak spot on her neck, one she was sure Yachiyo figured out weeks ago, since it was a spot that Iroha would often stop her from teasing too much. It made Iroha feel herself heating up and she had been too scared to let that happen in the past.
Yachiyo purposefully spent a little too much time kissing, licking, and sucking on Iroha's neck area, leaving marks as she went. As she teased the girl below her like this, she let her hands wander down slowly to Iroha's chest. She ran her thumbs over Iroha's nipples, enjoying the way that Iroha gasped at the feeling of her cool fingertips touching the sensitive area.
Iroha could already begin to feel her body heating up. She felt her pulse in her hips and the slight pressure of her underwear as her body reacted to such arousal. "Hmm…" She hummed out as she pressed her chest up into the sensation.
Yachiyo shifted her weight a little, so that she could kiss down Iroha's collarbone to her sternum. She sucked on spots as she went, leaving marks that were not leaving anytime soon. "You're so beautiful, Iroha." She said, her voice a little low as she spoke.
A blush erupted across Iroha's face and she looked down at Yachiyo with slightly glazed over eyes, "You're beautiful too." She said, her voice a bit distant. It was obvious she was already really into what Yachiyo was doing.
Yachiyo smiled and continued her trail to Iroha's left nipple. She licked around It before taking the erect bud into her mouth. She ran her tongue across the hard surface, enjoying the way that Iroha twitched a little at the sensation. As she moved her hips just a little to make her position better, she felt the bulge under Iroha's skirt a little more clearly than she had in the way she had been sitting before. To add to her teasing, Yachiyo rocked her hips a little, purposefully adding a small bit of friction.
"Ah!" Iroha suddenly gasped out, her face red as she took in that feeling. Her whole body was already so warm, she didn't know there could be more just from so little that had been done to her so far. The pressure of her member under her panties was almost too much for her.
"You're already so turned on…" Yachiyo stated softly as she pulled away from Iroha's nipple and looked up at her girlfriend.
Iroha was breathing heavily and she nodded at Yachiyo's statement. "I-it's because you already figured me out." She said quietly, her face red.
Yachiyo smiled up at her. "I think I can take it a step further." She said before holding up a finger. She climbed off of the bed, shifting so that she was right where Iroha would be able to see her perfectly.
Once she was steady on her feet, Yachiyo slowly ran her hands over her upper body until she got to the waistband of her jeans. She unbuttoned them slowly, teasing with the speed she was moving before she pushed the fabric down to reveal the matching bottoms to her bra. She turned around so that she was showing off her ass to Iroha, carefully lacing her fingers with the strings of the underwear before pulling it down and tossing it off to the side. She looked over her shoulder to see Iroha watching her without breaking her gaze, seemingly too entranced by the small striptease to even be embarrassed by the tint in her skirt.
"You're definitely the sexier of the two of us." Iroha said softly, her eyes never leaving the sight of her girlfriend's naked frame. Her heart was beating so heavy in her chest from arousal that she was shifting around in want.
Yachiyo climbed back onto the bed, this time sitting to the side of Iroha as she leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "I hope you enjoyed that."
"Maybe a little too much." Iroha replied. In a moment of feeling bold, Iroha carefully took Yachiyo's hand and guided it to her crotch. "I really love you so much…" She said, her voice dripping with desire.
"Hmm, I love you too." Yachiyo said, kissing Iroha yet again as she ran her fingers over the cock pressed up against the fabric of Iroha's skirt. She rubbed the spot with soft motions for a moment before she pulled away from the kiss so that she could use both hands to pull Iroha's skirt and panties off. She tugged the skirt down her legs and watched as the member was revealed from the waistband of the pleated fabric.
Iroha was blushing but didn't do anything to try and hide her cock from standing at attention. Now that she was fully erect, there was no hope in hiding it so she tried to just let things go naturally.
Once Yachiyo rid Iroha of the last bit of clothes that had kept her from the prize, she ran her hands up Iroha's thin legs, letting her right hand dip between her legs slowly as she watched Iroha's reaction. Her fingertips ran against the slit beneath her dick, making Iroha gasp from the attention.
Iroha rarely ever gave her core much attention, finding it easier to just rub herself until she came with her cock. Exploring her anatomy made her self conscious and upset so she often ignored it if given the chance. Obviously, she was still a teen who got horny — especially with a girlfriend as beautiful as Yachiyo — so she did have to masturbate, if only to get rid of her morning wood.
Yachiyo shifted her weight a little, moving so she was eye to eye with the slightly smaller than average dick. "It really is just like a boy's." She said quietly, as if commenting to herself more so than out loud.
"It's embarrassing..." Iroha said, holding a hand near her mouth.
"I bet it feels really good though..." Yachiyo said with a small smirk before she ran her fingers across the warm skin.
Iroha let out a hum and nodded. "Hmm, it does." She spoke quietly, her hips pressing up just a small bit.
Yachiyo wrapped her palm around the hard member, running her hand across the flesh. As she moved her hand, she pressed her other hand's fingers against Iroha's opening. She applied just a little pressure, watching Iroha's face as she teased both of Iroha's sex organs.
The lighter haired girl let out a groan, tilting her head a little as she did so. Her hips twitched up and she already looked like she was feeling so good.
"Hmm, I can't wait to feel this inside of me..." Yachiyo said with a breathy tone. She ran her hand across the warm, sensitive flesh for a moment more before she moved her hands away. She changed positions, straddling Iroha's hips. At first, she lowered her hips to run her already so lubricated cunt against Iroha's cock.
Iroha blushed deeply and looked up at her girlfriend. "W-what about a condom?" She asked, despite their conversation only moments ago.
"If I'm not at risk of getting pregnant, we don't need one." Yachiyo said, rocking her hips against the hard dick again.
"Hmm, I-I guess." Iroha said softly. "I-it already feels so good..."
Yachiyo smiled at Iroha. "Wait for the real deal." She said breathily before she lifted herself and aimed the member with her own entrance. She sat down slowly, letting out a small hum as she did so.
Iroha couldn't help her own moan. The sudden feeling of being engulfed in warmth and pressure left her feeling crazy. "Ahh...!"
Yachiyo had her eyes closed and she sat still for a moment. "Hmm, you're... kind of thick." She said with a small chuckle before she shifted her weight just a little to change the angle.
Iroha blushed and looked away for a second. "I-I'm sorry." She said quietly.
"It's more than okay." Yachiyo replied, maybe a little too quickly. As she finished her sentence, she leaned down so she was nearly eye to eye with Iroha. She was a few centimetres taller than Iroha but that didn't mean much as she started rocking her hips a little. She couldn't have stayed at equal height with Iroha if she wanted to as she started the friction between them.
The younger of the two let out a small gasp at the feeling of Yachiyo moving like that on top of her. She reached up and wrapped one arm over Yachiyo's neck, her other hand on her rocking hips. "This feels so good…" Iroha said, her voice quiet but heavy with lust.
Yachiyo's breath was already heavy as she sped up her movement a little more. She ran one hand between them down to her clit, the other holding herself above Iroha. "We, hmm, go together well…"
Iroha nodded as her grip on Yachiyo's hip tightened and she let out pants in pleasure. The hot friction of the two girls connected in such a way was already getting to Iroha. She wasn't normally so quick to get this worked up, but seeing Yachiyo's body above her, feeling her insides with her cock… It was all more than she could handle.
After riding Iroha for a few more moments, using her own fingers to rub her clit, Yachiyo could feel herself creeping closer and closer to her own orgasm. "I-Iroha, bite me." She said through her heavy breaths, trying to maintain her tempo despite her body finding it hard to keep holding herself exactly like how she was leaning.
"I can't, hhngh, do something like—" Iroha said through her own moans, but was interrupted.
"Please…! Haa, I need just a, a little more… more to cum…" Yachiyo's tone put her arousal on display and if she hadn't been so driven by her need to cum, she would have been embarrassed.
Iroha hesitated for a second before she nodded, "O-okay." Iroha agreed.
Yachiyo changed her movements so that Iroha would have easier access to her, rolling her hips to continue the friction.
A second of hesitation later, Iroha extended her neck a little, planting a couple kisses across Yachiyo's warm skin. She only put a moment's thought into where to bite before she settled on Yachiyo's shoulder. It seemed foreign to open her mouth and bite down on Yachiyo's flesh, but the moan that her girlfriend let out told her it wasn't wrong.
"Haa~ Iirohaaa…!" Yachiyo moaned, her voice still quiet comparatively but still directly reflecting her pleasure to the only one she wanted to hear. She rolled her hips a few more times before she tensed atop her girlfriend, the only part of her still moving was her fingers on her clit.
The uncertainty about hurting Yachiyo melted away when she felt the girl above her tense up, her body clamping down on her cock, which caused her to moan loudly against Yachiyo's skin. She hadn't been prepared for that sudden tightness and the ability to feel the pulsating of Yachiyo's cunt around her. It caused her to press her hips up in pleasure, her orgasm hitting her suddenly and hard. Her voice, even despite being muffled by the fact that she was still biting Yachiyo (maybe a little too hard at this point), was loud from her deep moans.
A few moments passed before they relaxed. Iroha and Yachiyo both panted, Yachiyo now laying directly on top of Iroha instead of holding herself above her. "Oh my god…" Yachiyo muttered out, "That was amazing…"
Iroha was looking at Yachiyo, huffing as she was still recovering. "I-I've never felt like that before." She said, her voice breathy.
"Me neither." Yachiyo replied. She shifted a little to press her lips against her girlfriend's. "You're amazing."
"I-I—" Iroha stammered out and she blushed, unable to find the words she wanted to say.
Yachiyo kissed her again and nuzzled against her, shifting her weight a little. "I know logically we should get up and clean up the mess, but I don't want to move…" She said with a small laugh.
Iroha's blushed deepened and she nodded, "I… I've never cum that much before… I'm sorry."
"I'm not upset… It was nice, honestly." Yachiyo said, grinning at Iroha. "But I know the longer we leave it, the less pleasant all of this will feel."
"Yeah…" Iroha replied, watching Yachiyo. "I guess we could take showers and change the sheets… But I wanna stay like this for a little while longer…"
Yachiyo nodded. "Let's just cuddle for a few minutes." She replied, as she climbed off of Iroha to lay beside her, draping one leg over Iroha's hips and laying her head on Iroha's shoulder.
Iroha rested her head against Yachiyo's before speaking again, "I really thought this night would never come… I really thought you would hate me when you found out about me."
"I couldn't hate you. I love you too much to ever fret over something so… so special." Yachiyo said, tracing small circles on Iroha's sternum. "I really like it, to be honest."
"I'm glad. I'm so glad." Iroha said quietly. "I don't ever want us to break up."
"Well, I'm never going to break up with you." Yachiyo shared before moving to look at Iroha. "I love you."
"I love you too." Iroha replied, giving her a small smile and kissing her. "Okay… Guess we should clean up."
Yachiyo let out a small sigh and nodded, "Yeah, I suppose so…"