Chapter 9

The lock clicked before Lena’s finger could fully press the doorbell.

The door swung open immediately. Too immediately.

Miu had been standing there the entire time, waiting on the other side with an impatience she would never admit to.

Lena barely had time to react before Miu’s eyes locked onto hers. They were dark, focused, and unsettling in their directness.

Miu grabbed her by the collar. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t use a gentle touch. She gripped the fabric as if she had already decided Lena belonged inside.

She pulled her in and shut the door with a force that echoed through the condo, sealing them off from the rest of the world.

For a fraction of a second, they just looked at each other. The space between them vanished.

Miu’s grip on the collar didn’t loosen, even when Lena’s breath hitched. Her knuckles pressed faintly against Lena’s throat, sending a jolt through Lena’s pulse.

“You’re early…” Lena murmured. A smile crept onto her lips.

Miu’s gaze flickered to Lena’s mouth before returning to her eyes.

“You’re late.”

Lena laughed under her breath.

“Am I…?”

Miu didn’t answer.

She pulled Lena closer, erasing the last inch of optional space.

Her eyes searched Lena’s face, memorizing the lines of her features with a look of focused annoyance.

Then…

She kissed her.

It wasn’t patient.

It was a consumption.

Miu acted as if she had held back a flood and finally decided restraint was a waste of time.

Lena made a small sound of surprise against her mouth.

Her hand found Miu’s wrist.

Not to push… but to steady herself as she was drawn into the heat.

When they finally broke apart, they stayed close.

Miu exhaled softly through her nose, still holding the collar. Her thumb brushed the fabric near Lena’s throat.

“Hmm… chill, Miu…” Lena murmured. Her voice was uneven.

“We’ve been doing this for a while now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Miu’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t call me by my name.”

The response was too fast. Too instinctive.

Lena’s smile softened into something sharper.

“Then… what should I call you… hmm?”

Miu didn’t answer. She looked at Lena, deciding something she hadn’t fully admitted to herself.

Her gaze lingered on Lena’s lips again.

That tiny hesitation was all the opening Lena needed.

“Hmm… let’s see…” Lena tilted her head, dragging out the moment.

“Should I call you… ‘sensei’?”

Miu exhaled a sound that almost resembled a laugh.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet…” Lena murmured.

“…you opened the door like you were waiting for me.”

A slight tightening appeared near Miu’s eyes.

A flicker of possessiveness.

Miu stepped forward, forcing Lena backward without breaking eye contact.

The movement was controlled.

Lena let herself be guided, watching the way Miu’s attention never wavered.

By the time the back of Lena’s knees hit the bed, she knew the trajectory.

Miu pushed her down.

It wasn’t rough… but it was certain.

Miu followed her immediately, one hand braced beside Lena’s head, the other still tangled in her collar.

Up close, everything sounded louder…

Miu’s heavy breathing.

Lena’s hammering heartbeat.

The silence that never stayed silent.

“You’re really not letting go of that, huh?” Lena asked, her eyes narrowing in amusement.

Miu’s fingers shifted against the collar. Lena’s breath caught.

Miu noticed. Her gaze flickered down… then returned to Lena’s eyes with a slow, deliberate confirmation.

“Don’t call me by my name.” Miu said again, her voice now dropping to a low hum.

Lena blinked.

“Oh?”

Miu leaned in, her breath warm against Lena’s lips.

“You know what to call me.”

The words landed heavy.

Lena’s confidence faltered for half a beat.

Miu saw it.

A faint, satisfied curve touched her mouth.

“There it is.” Miu murmured.

Lena exhaled a small laugh.

“I hate when you do that.”

“No, you don’t.”

The certainty in Miu’s voice made Lena pause.

She wasn’t wrong.

The room felt tighter.

The air grew warmer.

Lena reached up slowly, her fingers brushing Miu’s jaw. It was a light, testing touch.

Miu didn’t flinch. She tracked every inch of the motion.

When Lena tucked a loose strand of hair behind Miu’s ear, her fingertips lingered.

Miu’s breath shifted. It was barely a change, but Lena felt it.

Neither of them spoke.

They measured each other.

“If that’s the case…” Lena’s voice was lower now.

“I’ll just make my girl happy…”

Miu went still for a fraction of a second.

“Right… baby?” Lena added.

Miu’s eyes darkened.

The possessiveness was no longer hidden. Her hand tightened on Lena’s collar.

“Good girl…” Miu said quietly.

Lena let out a breath that sounded too close to a laugh.

Miu looked quietly satisfied. She tilted her head.

“Alright… Go on then…” Miu murmured.

“Show me… how you touch me properly.”

Lena didn’t need a second invitation.

In one smooth motion, she shifted their positions, rolling Miu onto her back and settling above her.

She reached for the hem of Miu’s shirt, sliding her palms up the smooth skin of Miu’s stomach.

She felt the muscles ripple and tighten under her touch.

“Still so tense…” Lena teased, her voice a husky rasp.

“Shut up… and undress me…” Miu commanded, though she arched her back into the touch.

Lena pulled the shirt over Miu’s head and tossed it blindly across the room.

She focused on the lace of Miu’s bra, her fingers nimble as she unhooked it.

Miu’s breasts spilled out.

The nipples already peaked and hard.

Lena leaned forward, circling the dusky skin around her nipple with her tongue before taking one nipple deep into her mouth.

Miu let out a sharp gasp, her fingers digging into Lena’s shoulders.

“You… mmmh… you’re being too… slow.”

“I’m savoring you.” Lena whispered against the skin, her teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

“Is that a problem… sensei?”

Miu groaned, the sound vibrating through Lena’s chest.

“I’ll… kill you… mmh.”

“Perfect timing…” Lena replied with a grin.

“I was planning to take you to heaven first.”

She moved down, her hands sliding over Miu’s hips to the button of her trousers.

She popped it open and slid the fabric down, exposing Miu’s wetness.

The scent of arousal hit her… musky, sweet, and heavy.

Miu was already dripping, her core glistening and swollen.

Lena didn’t hesitate.

She parted the outer lips gently with two fingers, revealing the engorged clit, her touch deliberate.

The moment her fingers found the most sensitive spot… Miu jolted beneath her.

One teasing stroke.

Then another.

Miu’s back arched, a breathless sound escaping her as her hips lifted from the bed.

“Lena!” Miu barked, her voice cracking.

“Tell me you want it…” Lena murmured, her breath hot against Miu’s thighs.

“I want it. Now. Stop talking and just… God, just do it.”

Lena dove in, her tongue swirling around the clit in wide, wet circles before sucking the nub deep into her mouth.

The soft wet sounds filled the room, the friction of tongue against flesh.

Miu’s hands flew to Lena’s hair, gripping tightly, pulling her closer as if she wanted to merge their bodies.

“More… right there… yes… mmh.” Miu whimpered, her composure finally shattering.

Lena increased the pace, her tongue darting in and out of Miu’s entrance.

Then… few more tongue strokes, she tasted the thick, sweet cream of Miu’s arousal.

Miu was shaking, her legs trembling as she clung to Lena.

The intimate sounds grew louder, blending into a messy, rhythmic music of desire.

Miu was still trying to catch her breath.

Her body glistened with sweat, every rise and fall of her chest betraying just how affected she was.

Lena lifted herself above her and met her gaze.

The look on Lena’s face was unmistakable.

Satisfied.

Victorious.

And entirely too pleased with herself.

The world narrowed.

Not to the room.

Not to the bed.

Just to each other.

The teasing smiles faded first. Then the playful remarks.

What remained was something quieter… something neither of them could hide anymore.

Miu’s fingers found Lena’s hand and held on.

For once, neither of them seemed interested in teaching or learning.

The silence stretched between them, warm and unguarded.

Lena brushed a strand of hair away from Miu’s face.

Miu’s eyes softened.

There it was again.

That look.

The one that always made Lena forget every clever thing she planned to say.

For a moment, they simply stayed there, memorizing each other.

Then… Miu raised an eyebrow.

A challenge.

A question.

An invitation.

Lena laughed softly.

The confidence returned to her eyes.

Slowly, she leaned closer.

“So…” She murmured.

A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“How did I do this time…”

Her gaze locked onto Miu’s.

“…sensei?”

It was supposed to be a tease.

A victory lap.

A way to make Miu roll her eyes and call her ridiculous.

Instead… Miu simply looked at her.

Really looked at her.

Then she reached up and gently cupped Lena’s cheek.

The touch was unexpectedly tender.

“Starting today…” Miu said quietly.

“…you’re mine. Do you understand?”

For the first time that evening, Lena found herself speechless.

The words hit harder than she expected.

Miu wasn’t teasing.

She wasn’t flirting.

She was stating a fact.

Lena stared at her for a second before a slow smile spread across her face.

She turned her head and pressed a kiss into Miu’s palm.

“Starting today?” She echoed softly.

A hint of amusement danced in her eyes.

“Haven’t I… always been yours?”

Something warm flickered across Miu’s expression.

Lena leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

A second longer than necessary.

A second neither of them minded.

When she pulled away, she tucked herself against Miu’s neck, fitting there as naturally as breathing.

Miu’s arm wrapped around her without hesitation.

Neither of them spoke again.

There was nothing left to say.

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Author’s Note:

I take no responsibility for their behavior. They were supposed to be calm, normal people. Somehow, we ended up here. 🤭

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