Yes – Hana x MC (NSFW)

Summary: When MC (Riley) finds herself unable to sleep after a day at the beach, she goes wandering through the castle and finds something that is definitely worth losing sleep over.


After the day at the beach, Riley felt restless. She’d bathed already, washing the beach off of her, but she didn’t feel a bit tired. Bored with pacing her room and unable to sit still long enough to read, Riley cracked open her bedroom door and looked into the hallway. Empty. She left her room and made her way down the hall, delighting in the deliciously unorthodox feeling of walking barefoot in the castle while wearing her robe over her pajamas. Bertrand would have a heart attack if he saw her traipsing around like this. The thought of it almost made her want to go bang on Bertrand’s door or go jogging past his room while singing her college’s fight song. Riley smiled at the thought, but before she could decide whether or not she actually wanted to execute her plan, she noticed another door down the hall slightly ajar, yellow light spilling onto the carpet. She padded down the hall to the door and peeked inside. Sitting at the vanity in a silk robe, attempting to brush out her hair, was Hana. Riley lightly rapped her knuckles on the door. Hana jumped slightly, surprised.

“Hey,” Riley said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, that’s okay,” Hana said with a smile. “You just surprised me, that’s all. Come in,” she said, gesturing for Riley to enter. She did so and shut the door behind her with a soft click. “What are you still doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Riley said, sitting down on Hana’s bed. “What about you?”

Hana sighed.

“At the moment, I seem to be fighting a losing battle with my hairbrush,” she said, sounding defeated. “The saltwater did a number on my hair and I’m having the worst time trying to get the knots out.”

“Do you want me to help?” Riley offered.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Hana said, meeting Riley’s eyes in the mirror. Riley couldn’t be sure, but she thought Hana almost looked like she might be objecting as a reflex due to her fancy upbringing, not because she didn’t want Riley to do it.

“It’d be my pleasure,” Riley said with a grin as she stood up and crossed the room to Hana, taking the brush from her. “Besides, now you’ve given me something productive to do.”

Hana looked relieved and settled back in her chair. Riley slowly began to comb the brush through Hana’s hair, taking care to be gentle with the knots.

“Let me know if it hurts,” Riley said, the back of her hand brushing against Hana’s neck as she lifted the hair in her free hand. Riley thought of the beach earlier that day, when she’d rubbed sunscreen on to Hana’s shoulders and back. Her skin was softer than Riley had expected and she had not wanted to stop touching Hana. But with everyone else there … Riley had thankfully come to her sense before she’d accidentally created an awkward situation at the beach. But now, alone in Hana’s bedroom, Riley had a hard time looking away from Hana’s bare neck as she brushed her hair.

“That feels nice,” Hana said as she closed her eyes, a slight smile playing across her lips.

Riley carefully brushed Hana’s hair until all traces of the knots were gone, disintegrating underneath the bristles. She didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to have to go back to her own room, but she leaned over and set down the brush on the vanity.

“You’re all done,” Riley said, running her fingers through Hana’s hair to check for anything she might have missed.

“I think I like that better than the brush,” Hana said as Riley combed her fingers through her hair. Riley allowed herself to look up to the mirror where she saw Hana watching her tentatively, almost … hopefully. Riley slid her fingers through Hana’s hair a few more times, their eyes still locked in the mirror, before she brushed Hana’s hair over one shoulder and slowly ran her fingers down Hana’s exposed neck.

“What about that?” Riley asked. She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled slowly, trying not to show her nerves. Her heart hammered in her chest, terrified that Hana would tell her to stop.

“Yes,” Hana said, her eyes never leaving Riley’s. Riley let her fingers drift down to Hana’s collarbone, gently slipping them under the collar of Hana’s robe.

“And that?” Riley asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” Hana said.

Riley let her fingertips trace a little lower and she could feel Hana’s heartbeat running as fast as her own. She bent down and very lightly kissed Hana’s neck, trailing her lips up to Hana’s ear. Her skin smelled sweet and delicate.

“How about that?” Riley breathed.

“Yes,” Hana whispered.

Riley kissed Hana’s neck again, this time letting her hands go lower, feeling Hana’s already hard nipples through the silk nightgown she wore under her robe.

“Yes,” Hana whispered again, not waiting for Riley’s question. Riley pulled Hana’s robe apart, letting the slippery fabric fall away. Then she slid the thin, delicate straps of Hana’s nightgown off her shoulders, pushing the fabric away until Riley could see Hana’s full breasts, even more beautiful than she’d imagined. Riley walked around to the front of Hana’s chair. Hana scooted the chair back slightly to make room for Riley, who bent down and kissed Hana’s neck again. Riley wanted desperately to take Hana’s breasts in her mouth but she forced herself to take her time, kissing her way down Hana’s neck and chest. Finally, Riley knelt down between Hana’s knees and took one of her breasts in her hands, then the other, flicking her tongue against Hana’s nipples before taking each of them in her mouth in turn. Hana moaned softly, cupping Riley’s face in her hands.

As she licked and kissed and sucked at Hana’s breasts, Riley let her hands drift down Hana’s body. She slowly pushed up the short nightgown, exposing the smooth skin of Hana’s thighs. Riley was both surprised and delighted when her exploring fingers found that underneath her nightgown, Hana wasn’t wearing anything at all. The thought of elegant, refined Hana walking around all of these royal events without any panties on started a warm, slow burn in Riley’s lower abdomen.

Riley sat back on her heels, licking her lips with anticipation at the sight before her. She’d never seen Hana so deconstructed before: robe discarded, nightgown pushed around her middle to expose everything Riley had fantasized about seeing. Riley reached out pulled down on the nightgown and Hana complied, lifting her hips so Riley could toss it aside in a crumple of pink silk. Hana in turn leaned forward and tugged Riley’s robe open, discarding it to expose Riley’s tank top and shorts. Before Hana could do more yet, Riley gently pushed her back again in the chair and spread her knees apart once more. She slid her hands up across the tops of Hana’s thighs. Riley wrapped her hands around Hana’s hips and gently moved her closer to the edge of the chair. She slid her hands back around to Hana’s front and and lightly traced her thumbs up and down Hana’s lips. Riley looked up at Hana, meeting her intense gaze.

“What about this?” Riley asked.

Hana nodded, biting her lip. Riley leaned down and softly kissed her way up Hana’s inner thigh, never breaking eye contact.

“And this?”

“Yes,” Hana whispered, gripping the arms of her chair. Riley allowed just the tip of her tongue to touch Hana, gently teasing her apart.

“How about this?” Riley murmured, kissing Hana’s lips, gently pushing into her with her tongue.

“Please,” Hana begged, her voice barely audible.

Riley finally gave in to Hana’s request, slowly letting her mouth trace every part of Hana, taking her time as she swirled her tongue around Hana’s clit. Riley closed her eyes for a moment as she let herself be consumed by the taste and feel of Hana. Riley played with her, teased her as she slid her hands around to Hana’s backside, pulling her closer to her mouth.

Before long, Hana was beginning to squirm under Riley’s tongue. Riley held her tight and opened her eyes to find Hana watching her, gripping so hard to the armrests that her knuckles were turning white. Riley’s eyes met Hana’s as she slipped one finger, then another inside Hana. Hana moaned, trying as hard as she could to hold Riley’s gaze instead of letting her head fall back. Riley focused her tongue, faster now as she let her fingers play with Hana, pulling her closer and closer. Hana writhed, her moans getting louder, until finally she came, her hips bucking wildly in the chair as Riley held her tight, making her come until Hana begged her to stop.

“I can’t take anymore,” Hana gasped. Riley finally let her go and grinned, kissing Hana’s thighs and making her shiver. Riley kissed her way up Hana’s body before finally finding her mouth. Hana kissed her hungrily, pulling Riley close to her as she tried to catch her breath.

“How did that feel?” Riley murmured in between kisses with a grin.

Hana responded by quickly pulling Riley’s shirt over her head and removing her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Hana kissed her and slid her hand up between Riley’s legs, feeling how wet she was. Hana stood up and wrapped an arm around Riley’s waist, pulling her towards the bed. Hana guided her onto the bed, moving Riley until she was stretched out naked across the sheets.

“I think,” Hana said, kissing Riley as she slid her hand back down between Riley’s legs. Riley moaned softly, pressing her hips against Hana’s fingers. “The question now is do you like how this feels?”

“Yes.”


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