All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! - Yui's Lily Garden

by Agrippa Atelier

After the events of chapter 13th of the main fic, when Hachiman fulfilled his promise to both Haruno and Komachi, Yui is left to deal with something she knows herself to be ridiculously unprepared for: Yukinoshita trauma. Thankfully, the more level-headed member of the Service Club has had a year to learn from the more idiosyncratic ones.

8. Chapter 8

All Right! Fine! I'll Take You! – Yui's Lily Garden – Chapter 8

She's…

OK, OK, Yui, you can handle this, whatever this is supposed to be. It's not like you've been holding back from pushing Yukinon down, tearing her clothes off, and making her scream in a continuous, never-ending climax until she collapses breathlessly beneath you since Hikky had the bright idea of putting you in charge of a Yukinoshita's mental health.

Not at all.

… My vengeance upon him shall be swift, terrible, and likely involve Sable.

Maybe not. Sable's been known to collaborate with the enemy. He's too weak to scritches.

"Yui?" Yukinon asks me with a voice that's halfway between her lost tone and her steely one, managing to mix both her vulnerability and her forceful personality in a single, devastating line, that becomes even stronger with it being my name.

…

I think she may want me to answer.

"Yes! Yui here! I'm perfectly aware of what's going on rather than trying to fight off a surge of arousal and making you scream my name until you faint from lack of air!"

…

OK, Mama said that laughter was a good sign between trusting lovers, so I shouldn't feel the terrible urge to press my pillow against my face and scream myself hoarse at Yukinon's cute chuckles tickling my bare pussy!

"I'm not even going to ask whether you could really do that," she says, her face still hidden beneath my star-covered blankets, yet her tone letting me picture that impish half-smile she always tried to cover behind bent fingers whenever she pulled one over on him.

"Thank you. I'm not really sure I could properly answer right now," I tell her.

And she…

Kisses the tip of my finger.

The one in front of her, still wet from when she sucked it inside her mouth, and her tongue twirled around it until my toes curled as I kept picturing all the wonderful things she could do with that long, agile, maddening tongue.

"I… I asked you something, Yui," Yukinon says. And I can picture the dusting of pink quickly reddening over her cheeks even as I feel her silky hair move ever so slightly between my thighs and her breath wash over a wetness that, shamefully, goes down them.

So I…

Swallow.

Because there are plenty of reasons to tell her to stop, that I can wait, that she doesn't have to force herself.

But…

I really hope this isn't the horny talking, but I think that rejecting her now would hurt her. That she doesn't need me to coddle her, but to care for her, and that's a line that I shouldn't cross if I want Yukinon whole as I keep claiming. That I have to let her make her choices, support her when she does, when she pushes past the girl she no longer wants to be, even if I love that girl and want her more than anything else in this world.

… Oh.

That… That sounds far too complicated. That isn't something I should be thinking. That isn't why he chose me.

No.

He chose me to love her. Because that's what she needs.

And I do.

So much it hurts.

So much I don't care for anything genuine. Not as long as she stands with me.

So… So much that I…

That I think I can do this. Even if it feels selfish, self-serving. Even if I have doubts.

Because…

"Yukinon… The kisses feel real nice but try it around… around me. Not right on my vagina. Start on the middle of my thigh and slowly go up, brushing and caressing, maybe stopping to suck if you feel like it. Make me anticipate what you'll do to me rather than show it to me," I say, my voice carrying something I have never before felt.

She slowly backs away, her long hair dragging over legs I'm glad I shaved just a couple of days ago, and she turns to her left to lay a single, delicate kiss right in the middle of the inside of my thigh, faithfully following my instructions in a way that makes me want to scream.

"Yes…" I force myself to murmur, "Just like that," I tell her as I lower my hand farther so I can pet the top of her head.

And I feel her shiver.

"Good girl," I add, following an impulse that shames me in the best way possible.

And she moans.

She's making it very hard not to grab her hair, drag her up, mash my lips against hers and—

Ooooookay. Deep breath.

No ravishing your girlfriend, Yui. Not when she's delicately following your instructions to learn how to give you a mind-shattering orgasm through liberal applications of lips and tongue.

… Why do I do this to myself?

"See?" I tell her, pretending I'm not losing my mind with every single puff of warm breath over my wet skin. "I'm sure you can smell me, Yukinon. That you can taste just how much more eager I am for you than when you started. Play with that. Play with me…"

Yukinon stops climbing up my thigh to push her head back against my palm, petting herself against me.

I almost clench my fingers and drag her—damn it.

"Good girl," I whisper, once again feeling the burst of shame at the sheer wrongness of saying that, of treating her like my pet.

She whines. Then she rubs her cheek against my leg while I lightly scratch her scalp.

… I'm gonna need to change my sheets.

We stay like that for a moment, my sex beating with liquid heat, almost touching her face, and she making sounds that have me bite my lip not to answer in kind. But she's asked me to teach her, and I can't do that if my brain melts and…

…

Why the heck am I the one teaching anything?!

She's the smart, glasses-wearing, stern character! I'm a clumsy mess who only got into their school through sheer luck! I shouldn't be teaching anything to anyone, much less a literal genius! I'm not qualified! I don't know what I'm doing!

"Yui? What… What do I do now?" she asks, breathless, with a tone that makes me picture glassy eyes, barely open lips, and that cute blush of hers that—

I'm an incredible teacher. I am perfectly qualified. A professional tutor.

Great Teacher Yui. That's my name.

"There's… There's plenty of things you can do, Yukinon. There's not a single right answer, just what we both feel like doing. The only important thing is that we enjoy ourselves. Are you… Are you enjoying… this, Yukinon?"

She pauses, her lips still brushing my thigh right below the pulsing tendon that would lead her right to my drenched, open lips.

"Yes," she whispers, her breath reaching me.

My toes curl, and I bite my lip not to moan like a slut.

"Good… That's… That's the only thing I want—"

"No," she says, her palms forcing my legs wider, her tone suddenly stern. "You… You just told me. That we both have to enjoy ourselves."

I swallow.

And throw my blankets off.

My alarm clock is just bright enough that I can see her, even without detail or colors, but it's enough that I know her eyes are widening in panic as I lift my torso so I can look down at her, closer than I have been since she woke me up.

"Yukinon… I already told you: you're here. With me. How could I not enjoy myself?" I ask her with all the tenderness I feel for her as the hand on her hair drifts down to cup her cheek.

And she dives forward and kisses me… there.

It's sudden enough that she catches me by surprise, and so I can't stop my hiss, my eyes from fluttering, or my hand from going to the back of her head and roughly clutching her hair.

As my fingers close, she moans, and the sound vibrates against my sex, and I buckle up against her, pushing wet lips against her open mouth, her nose poking me right to the side of my clit and making me almost cry in despair at it not being just a bit to the left, just close enough that I can—

"Yui… Yui, are you—is this good? Am I good enough for you—"

I finally drag her up.

Her lips are drenched with the taste of me, but I don't care, not as long as I can lick it off her, not when I can shove my tongue into her mouth to search for hers, to tangle with it as we both moan into one another.

My hand goes down to clench her ass, to once again sink my fingers into soft flesh that is far too yielding for how slender she looks, even as the other hand holds her still, grasping her hair hard enough that her moan gets louder even while still inside my mouth.

And she… she finally touches me.

One hand gropes my breast, and the other slides between us, reaching my clit just as she finds my nipple, making me jerk up, our teeth painfully clashing even as we don't stop our kiss and Yukinon caresses me just how I showed her this morning she should touch herself, kneeling between my legs obscenely spread in an M shape that is all for her and her alone.

It… It could have been for somebody else. And we'd have been happy.

The three of us.

I just know we could've been. That he could've leaned over her bare back to whisper in her ear more instructions for her to follow while touching me as he held me still with those eyes of his that I never praised because I was afraid of what would come out of my lips if I started.

I know we… I know they'd have been good for one another, and I hope I could've been good for them, helped them remain together when they inevitably tried to push away.

But…

But that was a dream. A dream I had to wake up from.

And this… this is real.

Yukinon. Here. With me.

Real.

Oh. So, that's what 'genuine' really meant?

… Would it have killed him to say so?

I pull Yukinon's head back, her hiss at me grasping her hair a little too tightly making something rush inside my chest, and I look into her eyes.

They are as glassy and unfocused as I fantasized, but they keep drifting to mine, trying to remain on them, and I…

"I love you. I love you more than I thought I could. You have driven me insane since I first realized what I felt for you was not just friendship, and I'm not letting you get away with that, Yukinon. I'm not letting you be anything but mine. Is this good for me, you ask? No. No, it's not good. It's… It's poison. It's obsession. It's madness. Every drop of it makes my pulse race and takes my breath away, and I will die if I ever stop sipping from it. It's not good, Yukinon: it's everything," I tell her.

Her eyes widen, shocked and focused.

Mine are on the verge of outright panic.

What the Hell?! Why?! Why did I just say something like that?! I'm not one of Mister Chuuni's characters or a rapey shoujo manga love interest! I'm a regular, perfectly sane person! I don't sprout ranting monologues!

I'm a normal, nice girl, and I've never thought about making an altar with Yukinon's nail clippings!

"I've never been so aroused in my life," she mutters.

…

OK. Fine. A couple of monologues from time to time never hurt anyone.

"I—" I begin, maybe trying to defend my innocence, maybe trying to gear up for a second try so we can see if I can top Yukinon's arousal meter.

But I have to shut up and whine when she stops touching both my breast and sex, and her delicate hands press on my shoulders as she keeps looking at me and…

Pushes me back.

I fall on my bed, and Yukinon bends down to kiss me between my breasts, trailing more of her soft kisses down my belly, around my navel, and circling my wet pubes until her lips are once more at the side of my pulsing tendon. She's still on her knees, between my thighs, but she's leaning forward like a stretching cat and I can see her pert behind swaying behind her in a lip-bitingly feline way, and…

And she looks straight into my eyes.

"Tell me if… If I do something wrong," she murmurs.

And then she lets me see her tongue peeking out of her lips, pushing past them until it touches the underside of that pulsing tendon, and she runs it below it, side to side, as my breathing once more accelerates.

Her right hand pushes on my unlicked thigh, the thumb trying to imitate what her tongue is doing, but she slides a bit too far and touches me, the wet sound making her stop as I let out a shameful cry of pleasure.

And Yukinon's eyes sharpen.

And then she's licking up, right along the side of my lips, alternating between each one but on the outsides of them, as if she's cleaning me before diving in, her eyes never parting from mine as she does, barely blinking even as my sight of her blurs, the shadows and darkness making me imagine her more than see her.

One slender hand reaches up to grab my left breast, and I cover it with my own hand, trapping her against me.

Then she once again peppers soft kisses over my lips, but this time she pauses between them, suckling me, pulling on me until the suction is not enough to keep me in place and I fall out of her mouth, and every time I gasp, or moan, or cry out, she does it faster and stronger, her ass swaying side to side in a hypnotic almost dance that is the only thing that can make me look away from her shadowed eyes.

Then she…

Does it on my clit.

And I scream.

She freezes, eyes wide, not in interest, but panic, her hips frozen mid-sway, but then she watches as I bite down on my knuckles while I tighten my grasp on her hand over my breast. And I…

Despite it all, I moan like a whore.

It's… It's the most obscene sound I've ever made, and I've been trying to hold myself back all this time, but it's Yukinon, and she's scared she hurt me, and I can no longer pretend she's doing anything but her absolute best to break me, to have my eyes roll back and the world fade away until only her tongue and lips remain.

I… I can't hide it from her. Won't hide it from her.

Not when I can see the light shining in her eyes when she realizes how she just made me feel.

Not when I can see her being… happy.

She dives back in, her lips fumbling for a moment before she latches once more on my clitoris, and then she suckles on it, experimenting at playing with my body, watching my eyes eagerly, the hand clutching my breast seeming to pulse with every moan she tears out of me.

I…

I let go.

My head thrashes over my pillow as my girlfriend sucks on my clitoris and gropes my chest, and every time I let out another slutty sound of utter rapture, she does it harder and stronger, and it's—

Something clenches beneath my belly, and Yukinon's suction manages to increase just as I take in a gulp of air that I have to rush to let out in a shocked scream as my mouth drops open and my mind goes blank, and I—

I cum.

"Yukinon!" I surprise myself by saying, even as I lose control of everything else, even as I feel her trying to swallow around me, the bundle of nerves between her lips shooting almost agony through me as my legs close around her head and my back lifts off my bed.

Then there's another burst of pleasure, another rush of Yukinon's lips seeming to reach my whole body at once, and I quiver while mid-air, my whole weight on my neck and shoulders…

And I fall.

I am panting, exhausted, trying not to drown as my arms and legs are as lifeless as if I already had, but Yukinon is climbing up my body, retreading the path of kisses she laid before as if picking each of them up with her lips, and then she's kissing my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, every brush of her as delicate as she can make it, some of the shyness she has when approaching a kitten showing in the tender gestures of affection.

And I'm dizzy after having come harder than I have in a long, long time, because stress was never good for me in that regard, but she's so adorable that I can find the strength to wrap her between my arms and drag her into a kiss that doesn't involve our tongues, but still makes my toes curl yet again.

Then I drop my hands down her sweaty back, marveling at Yukinon being able to do something as mundane as sweat, but, just as I'm about to reach her cute little butt and squeeze, she… stops me.

I blink at her. Stupidly.

… Shut up, Hikky.

"Not… No today," she says.

"Yukinon?" I ask, not understanding her, the rush of the orgasm still muddling my thoughts.

"I… I liked doing this. I liked it a lot. And not just… Not just because I thought you deserved it. Not just because you should get something out of being with me—"

"Being with you is everything—"

"Let me finish," she says, shutting me up both with a finger over my lips and a smile I am hypnotized by. "I know. I know what you want to say, but… But this is how I feel. And I know it's wrong that I feel this way, and nobody should be surprised there's something wrong with me, but I still need to say it. I still need to let it out of me before… before you can do with me what you're already doing."

"What are you—"

"You love me," she says, her smile softening, turning into something I would call dopey on anybody else. "You love me, and I can believe it, because you keep showing me. And I think… I think I feel better. Much better than I thought I would. I think you're… You say you want to see me whole, Yui, and I think you're helping me get there. So I wanted this. I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted to make you feel like it's worth something being with me. And I know how that sounds, and that it's terrible, and that nobody should say something like this. I know all the things you want to say to me, but…"

She stops.

And looks at me.

I often thought her eyes were like the sky. Sometimes, I thought they were like ice.

Now…

Now they are Yukinon's.

And she smiles.

"I love you. I wanted to do something nice for you. Isn't that enough?" she asks with heartbreaking vulnerability.

"I… I also love you. I also want to do something for—"

"But I don't want you to do it," she interrupts me, and then rushes to follow when she sees how those words make me feel. "Not yet. Not when I still don't feel… good. About myself. About feeling good.

"Not today."

I lick my dry lips as she keeps looking at me with that sad yet satisfied smile, and I…

"Earlier… Earlier, you would have done it. You would have let me do anything I wanted to do to you," I say.

And she…

She blushes.

Prettily. Shyly.

And her smile is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

… Sorry, Sable. Your puppy pictures have finally been vanquished.

"I would have. And… And soon, I will again. But not now. And it's all thanks to you," she says, yet again confusing me in that way only heterosexual men and lesbians (or bisexual girls—this is complicated) can sympathize with.

So, as I try to drag my blankets up with a leg that refuses to collaborate until Yukinon reaches down with her long arms to grab them and cover us both, as she hugs me so tightly my breasts flatten beneath her, and she sighs before burying her face against the side of my neck as I pat her hair…

I can't help but think:

My teenage Sapphic romance is messed up, just as he expected.

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