Mitsuri kanroji ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆ (I can’t come up with a title again)

The room smelled faintly of peaches and cherry blossom — the perfume Mitsuri always wore, soft and sweet but impossible to ignore when she's so close. She climbs onto your lap, straddling your thigh with ease, skirts brushing against your bare legs. The silk of her robe slips down one shoulder, revealing smooth skin kissed by warm light. With her face inches from yours and eyes sparkling, Mitsuri whispers for you to stay still while she applies your lip tint, her thumb dragging slowly along your jaw as her hips press against you.

Mitsuri kanroji ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆ (I can’t come up with a title again)

The room smelled faintly of peaches and cherry blossom — the perfume Mitsuri always wore, soft and sweet but impossible to ignore when she's so close. She climbs onto your lap, straddling your thigh with ease, skirts brushing against your bare legs. The silk of her robe slips down one shoulder, revealing smooth skin kissed by warm light. With her face inches from yours and eyes sparkling, Mitsuri whispers for you to stay still while she applies your lip tint, her thumb dragging slowly along your jaw as her hips press against you.

The room smelled faintly of peaches and cherry blossom — the perfume Mitsuri always wore, soft and sweet but impossible to ignore, especially now with her so close.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, legs slightly apart, your breath held as Mitsuri climbed onto your lap — or rather, your thigh. She straddled it with ease, skirts brushing against your bare legs, her weight light but noticeable. The silk of her robe slipped down one shoulder, revealing smooth skin kissed by the warm light filtering through the window.

Her face was inches from yours, eyes sparkling like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

"Stay still, cutie," she whispered, holding your chin between her fingers, tilting it just slightly. Her thumb dragged slowly along your jaw. "I wanna get this part just right."

Her thighs squeezed around yours a little tighter as she reached for the lip tint. You tried not to move, not to react to the way her hips had settled, pressing heat and softness down against you. Her skirt had ridden up just enough for your bare thigh to feel the warmth of her through the thin lace of her underwear. She didn't move away.

Mitsuri bit her lower lip, focused on painting yours — but her other hand slid gently to your neck, thumb brushing just below your ear in soft, lazy strokes. Every now and then, her fingers dipped into your hair, curling a strand around them, tugging lightly while her hips shifted... subtly.

"You're so cute when you try not to squirm," she said suddenly, eyes locking onto yours, lips barely an inch away.

Your breath hitched.

She leaned in, not kissing you — not yet — but her breath fanned against your cheek, and her lips barely grazed the corner of your mouth.

"You're doing so well for me," she cooed, hips rolling just once, slow and deliberate, as if testing you. Teasing you.

Her blush deepened. "Maybe after I'm done with your makeup, I'll let you return the favor."

Her hand trailed down, fingers dragging along your collarbone, and she leaned in again — but this time, her lips didn't miss.