Sweet Summer

Author's Notes: Prompt: prompt: solo F or F/F
sour flavors kink. character gets off on sour flavors. getting off can be as broadly defined as you like

i haven't gone to this fandom since 2006-07... this is something i always kinda shipped but never thought to look up or make works for it. also forgive me if stuff is OOC, i unfortunately lost access to my manga copies years ago :') and idk if theres any place hosting scans since it was officially licensed all those years ago.

Rina squirmed in her bonds. Her wrists were bound above her head and tied to the headboard. Her legs were left untouched and free to kick all she wanted. She doubted that she would have to. Still, it was nice to have the option if she really wanted, she supposed. It would have been nice if her hands were free. It’d spare her the feeling of pins and needles in the tips of her fingers.

“Hiiiii, sorry I took so long,” Hanon called out as she stepped into Rina’s bedroom. In her hand was a tray with a small knife and a variety of oranges, limes, lemons and other citrus. Even from this far away, Rina could smell the bright fragrance of each fruit’s brilliantly coloured rind. “Wanted to make sure everything was, like, okay and ready to go before we started.”

“It’s fine,” she said flatly. Maybe a little too flatly. The curtness in her tone was more from annoyance at the loss of sensation in her fingers than at Hanon specifically. Realizing how she came off, she sighed and then smiled. “I mean it. Though, couldn’t you have waited until now to tie me up?”

Hanon hummed. Her head tilted from side to side in faux deep thought before shrugging.

Rina sighed. “Well... let’s get started. Preferably before my hands turn blue.”

“And what’s wrong with the colour blue?” Hanon said with a grin.

“You know what I mean.”

Giggling, Hanon placed the tray on the other side of the bed before crawling on top of Rina. Her hair cascaded around them like a deep blue waterfall, and her eyes, blue as the ocean they called home, had Rina feeling as if she could move she’d fall right in and drown in them. Hanon’s lips brushed against hers. Electricity pulsed through both girls’ bodies, leaving a raging wildfire in their cores.

“Ready?” Hanon’s voice was almost hoarse and brittle. It was as if she would break into billions of tiny pieces if she had to wait any longer.

“Yes,” Rina murmured against her lips. “Who am I to deny you any longer?”

Almost reluctantly, Hanon peeled herself off of Rina and sat on her thighs. In a clumsy yet elegant motion, she picked up a mikan fruit, specifically an amanatsu. Her hands trembled. Excitement pulsed through her body. These were exceptionally sweet but...

A plume of sweet citrus wafted across the room as she peeled the fruit. Refreshing and bright. Juices ran down her wrist and arm. It took her all to not lick it off herself. After all, that’s why Rina was here. She brought a segment to her own lips and chewed. The bright, sweet tartness exploded across her palate. It was faint but enough to light her up more than she already was. That faint sourness sent waves of goosebumps across her skin. Her hair stuck up on its ends. Tingling with excitement, she leaned forward and stole Rina’s lips.

The taste of mikan flooded Rina’s mouth.

Their tongues tangled together. Saliva pooled in their mouths and diluted that sweet juice, and left Hanon wanting more. Once more, she pulled away from the kiss, a long string of saliva hanging between their lips before snapping, to take the remainder of the amanatsu and squishing it in her fist. Sweet juice dripped onto Rina’s bare torso and down her arm. Orange coloured juice pooled between the valley of her breasts before flowing down her sides and into the sheets below. Not wanting to waste anything, Hanon dove forward. She suckled hard on the small pool below her heaving breasts and licked the tiny sticky orange rivers. The sweet, tangy tartness lingered on Rina’s pale skin and mingled with the faint saltiness of her skin. It was a strange yet intoxicating combination.

Once the bottoms of Rina’s breasts were mostly clean and the taste of amanatsu didn’t linger anymore, Hanon pulled away with a pant. She wiped her sticky lips with the back of her hand and stared at Rina. White hot sensation swirled in her core and had her eyes shine with barely restrained need. This was just the appetizer, and yet it was enough to make Hanon go crazy.

It made Rina clench her legs together. It was rare to see Hanon in such a state. It was enough to make her untouched cunt drool onto her sheets. “Go ahead,” she whispered hotly.

A lemon and a lime were sliced in half. More of that refreshing and almost cooling scent washed over the two girls. The lemon’s exposed flesh dragged across Rina’s belly, causing her to shiver. The muscles in her core tensed and flexed as the cold fruit and its juice smeared across her skin. Once her tummy was twinkling with lemon juice, Hanon dove forward. The flat of her tongue lathered itself across Rina’s flat stomach.

Yes, Regina, this was what she had been craving for so long. Both Rina and her weirdo sour kink? It was to die for.

The bright sourness zapped from tastebud to tastebud. Electricity pulsed through Hanon’s trembling body. Eagerly, she licked Rina clean, occasionally suckling on her skin to get more of that delectable sour taste. Her toes curled as she puckered her lips against Rina’s belly. Once more, she dragged that lemon across Rina’s body and chased after it with her tongue.

The sensation of the cold lemon and Hanon’s hot tongue made Rina writhe in need. Part of her wanted to thrash her way out of those stupid bonds and take control herself. Images of her sitting on Hanon’s sticky face flashed in her mind. However, she behaved. This was a fantasy of Hanon’s for what seemed like forever. She did say she wasn’t going to deny her fellow princess any longer, after all.

Slowly but surely, that lemon worked itself up to Rina’s heaving breasts. It was smeared across the swell of her chest before circling her puckered areola and swirling closer and closer to her puffy nipple. The edges of the rind teased the bottoms of her nipples. The rough sensation sent a jolt straight to her needy core. Once her breast was covered in the sticky, sour juice, Hanon’s tongue was back in action.

Enthusiasm burned through Hanon’s hungry body and actions. That delicious salty-sourness coated itself across her tongue. Pins and needles pricked all across her body. A detestable sensation any other time, surely, but when it came to sour flavours, it made Hanon shudder with need. Arousal gushed from her untouched cunt and seeped into her panties.

Rina swallowed as she felt the dampness of her girlfriend’s panties against her trembling thighs. She swore that she had never felt Hanon get this wet before, not even with her. Hell, she was wetter than she was right now. It didn’t bother her. Not when it was this hot seeing Hanon in such a frenzied state.

A gasp escaped Rina as the flesh of the earlier lime was pushed against her nipple. Coolness enveloped her tiny bud as it ground against her breast, much like you would ream a lemon, as pale green juice ran down her tit. The fruit was quickly thrown aside as Hanon dove forward once again. Her tongue swirled across that puffy nipple before suckling hard. Her teeth occasionally scraped across the sensitive flesh, adding to that delicious sensation. In between sucks, Hanon lapped against the nipple before suckling on all the sides of the breast before going back in for the nipple.

The tantalizing mix of lemon and lime juices and Rina’s sweat sent another rush of juices to seep through Hanon’s already soaked underwear. More of that slightly stinging zing of flavours washed across her tongue. She wanted, no, needed more.

Panting, she grabbed the other half of the lemon and lime and squashed both in her hands. A torrent of lemon and lime juice rained across Rina’s other breast. Rina writhed under the unique, teasing pressure. Hanon slipped her thigh between hers and ground her mound against the tense muscle while she lapped at Rina’s skin like a woman dying of thirst. It was messy, utterly unbecoming for a woman of her status, yet Hanon was completely unable to care. Needily, oh so needily, she humped Rina’s trembling thigh as she sucked and licked her skin clean and chased that sour juice. Colours swam in the corners of Hanon’s vision. More and more. She needed more. Whimpering and whining against Rina’s skin, she continued to bump and grind against her leg as she dragged her tongue against her girlfriend’s tits, sides, and even armpits just to get more of that delicious sourness.

Then, it all came to a citrus-scented end.

Her orgasm ripped through her body. The world around her faded to white and had her tense every muscle in her body before she collapsed against a frustrated Rina in a boneless heap. Panting, she lay there. Traces of stickiness, whether from Rina’s sweat or the lingering juice that she somehow missed, could be felt between them.

Humming, Hanon pulled away to steal a quick kiss from Rina, who grimaced at the almost bitter sourness that lingered on her lips.

“How about I... repay the favour now, Rina?” Hanon asked with a light laugh. Slowly, she reached up to undo Rina’s bonds before creeping down and settling between her legs.

“Please,” Rina almost spat out. Her tingling hands gripped onto Hanon’s hair and pulled her impossibly close to her mound in desperation.