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“Sorry- keep on driving please.” Shiori closes her eyes as her hand grips her length; not too tightly, just enough to feel friction but it is dust compared to what she really desired. “Rissaa- ahh…”
Nerissa felt like her brain was going haywire. The alpha mentioned her name, not just omega or anything else. “Just a little more waiting hm?” She softly says as she tries to focus on driving once more.
The drive felt like forever and the car was filled with both of their scents mixing as their desires grew. Once they arrived at the parking lot, Nerissa instantly checked up on the latter. Right away at a glance, she saw the mess that was Shiori. “Please, Nerissa…” Words she'd been hearing over and over as she drove them to Shiori’s apartment.
“Let's get you all fixed up first then we'll handle it at your place alright?” She says as she tucks Shiori’s side bangs behind her ears, only to get pulled into a kiss. Oh Shiori, how confusing you may be to Nerissa's mind. The pushing and pulling fully sets her into a trance. What are we? Only to shake the thoughts out of her head, there's no time. Not right now. Shiori needs her and that's all that matters.
The kiss was deep, desperate as you will. Shiori struggles even to have coherent thoughts anymore—just Nerissa. Nerissa breaks the kiss, remembering they still need to get out of Shiori’s garage. Shiori whimpers feeling the loss of the latter's soft lips. “Sorry, remember my promise though?”
“Hm?” Shiori hums in response as she pants from how much she can feel her body heating up. “Anything you'd like, as long as we get to your apartment,” Nerissa promises. Trying their best to look at least decent, they ready themselves to get out of the car.
Nerissa carries all the groceries Shiori bought as she tries to accompany the latter. Grateful that Shiori’s apartment is a house apartment with a garage, she lets out a relieved sigh. She then turns to Shiori, “Go in without me first? I'll close your garage door.” Followed by a swift, “No.” Shiori looks at Nerissa, eyes begging for attention. She just wants her now, the garage door doesn't need Nerissa’s hands, she does. Nerissa cupping Shiori's face says, “I'll be quick.” Dropping the groceries down, she goes to the garage door to pull it down. Bit by bit the door lowered down until it was fully shut.
As the garage door made a loud thud, Nerissa’s body shivered, and she felt Shiori hugging her from behind. Shiori's hands slowly traveled from Nerissa's arms to her hands. As she holds it tight, she asks, “Are you hands-free now?” Craving for friction, she was slowly jerking her hips. Nerissa turns to face Shiori, soon after, Shiori brings Nerissa's hand to her crotch. “You sure you wanna do it here?” Nerissa asks. “It counts as my apartment, it's my garage.”
Nerissa was then pulled right after, only to be pushed back and hit the car's rear trunk. Swiftly pulled into a kiss by Shiori and as their lips touched, Shiori just felt her body heating up more as her desire grew further. She can finally do whatever she wants. Finally, she has what she wants. Nerissa.
“Well, aren’t you needy?” Nerissa teases. Shiori responded with a kiss, her hands slipping under Nerissa’s hoodie. “Shut it,” Shiori says as she fondles with the former’s chest. Spreading sloppy kisses on Nerissa’s neck, Nerissa couldn’t do anything else but whimper. The pleasure was getting to her, climbing up to her face as she felt herself blushing, falling down to her bottom as it was dripping wet. Shiori’s hand traveled from Nerissa’s chest to her wrist, holding it up as her free hand gripped Nerissa’s hoodie.
The metal body of the car felt cold against Nerissa’s skin as the latter couldn’t help but take off Nerissa’s hoodie. There she is, naked in her best friend’s garage. Letting Nerissa’s wrist go, Nerissa proceeded to travel Shiori’s nape, dragging the latter’s face closer. Shiori could smell Nerissa better this way, a scent she’d never get over with. Hands sloppy with every touch, the omega reacts, whimpers, unable to keep her voice to herself as the alpha’s hunger grows hearing every little sound. The garage was filled with their scents mixing together. “A-aah- mm-wait,” Nerissa moans as Shiori travels down her sweatpants, placing her fingers against her clit.
”Can’t,” Shiori swiftly replied as her fingers started to caress and move. Leaning in for a kiss, their tongue entwined within each other’s mouths. Nerissa could feel Shiori’s dick bulging. Her pants would’ve probably been bursting any minute now if she didn’t unzip her pants. “Fuck- Rissa please,” Shiori begs as Nerissa pulls her zip down. Lowering Shiori’s boxers until her dick pops out, throbbing with desire. Nerissa reaches out, her hand wrapping around it, eliciting a guttural groan from Shiori. Feeling the sensation, she closes her eyes. “Shit-”
With a swift move, Shiori grabs Nerissa’s hand stopping her from moving it any further. Quickly taking off both of their pants, she drags the omega. She opens the door that leads to her kitchen and enters the room, where Nerissa is then pulled into a kiss. Shiori then backs Nerissa up until she hits the counter. “Jump,” Shiori says breaking the kiss as her hands guide Nerissa onto the counter, her legs wrapping around Shiori's waist. She can feel the hardness of Shiori against her as she is hoisted up, the alpha’s hands gripping her thighs tightly. The proximity was intoxicating as they both gasped at the contact, their bodies entangled in a dance of desire and longing.
Shiori drops down until her face aligns with Nerissa’s lower belly, gently pushing her down onto the kitchen counter. The coolness of the countertop only added to the heat that was rapidly spreading through Nerissa's body, a sharp contrast that only spurred her arousal further. “Wait- ahhnn~ shit- shouldn't I be the one-… doing this?…” Nerissa managed to utter as she felt Shiori’s breath on her bottom. Without saying a word, the alpha proceeded to lick the omega's clit. Slowly moving down and tasting the latter’s wet folds, only to go back up and suck the latter’s clit afterward. “Aaah~ nnmn- fuck~”
Nerissa's hands find their way to Shiori's hair, tangling in the strands as her back arches off the counter. The pleasure is overwhelming, but she wants more, she wants Shiori. "Shiori...please," she moans, the desperation clear in her voice. Hearing her name, the alpha grew hungrier with every whimper the omega gave her. Slipping her tongue in, she gained a loud moan from the girl. Shit. She needs to hear that more. More, a lot more. Well aware she might never be satisfied with how they are right now, emotions were starting to get to her as every movement got rougher. One of her hands, which had once gripped Nerissa’s thighs, was now placed on top of Nerissa’s hand, which had been gripping her hair. As the other hand travels deeper, slowly caressing the omega’s clit.
Both of them are lost in the thought of lust, love perhaps as the kitchen is filled with sloppy noises—a mess, just like their status, their relationship as so-called best friends.