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Warning Tags: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, yuri, vaginal fingering,dirty talking, aftercare
Where's My Hug?- Mirko x Black Female Reader
by Shy_Reader27
It's Valentine's Day again. After work, I'm planning to spend it drinking wine, eating a frozen pizza, and watching cute animal videos on YouTube. That may sound sad for a 32 year old, but I'm too shy to ask out the person I've been crushing on for months. Besides, being alone doesn't mean I'm lonely, I would rather have my peace of mind anyway.
Then here comes my best friend (and crush), Rumi Usagiyama, better known as Mirko. She just got back from patrols and was ready to give me her report to file. Some say she's crazy for wanting to continue being a hero after losing both arms and her leg. I however find her incredible for it. It's baffling how a strong, confident, beautiful adrenaline junkie like her would want to be friends with me. I'm no ugly duckling and I love the brown skin and kinky hair I was born with. But I like being at home most of the time. Plus the most thrilling thing I can handle is roller-coasters. Compared to Rumi, I'm just plain.
"Where's my hug Itty Bitty?" She loves the fact that she's not the shortest person in the agency. Even though I'm an even 5 feet and Rumi is 5' 3".
"I'm coming don't rush me." I say as I get up from my desk to wrap my arms around her. This was our routine whenever we saw each other since we started hanging out after work. She'd ask for a hug, and I would try to stay calm as I wrap my arms around her waist; feeling her ample breast push up against mine...I feel like I'm no better than a man sometimes. As our hug ends, Rumi throws me a curve ball.
"I'm coming to your place for a sleepover." She stated.
"Oh r-really? Um...sure, yeah...that's cool." Goodness I sound like such a dork.
Rumi replied, "Yup. I don't wanna be alone bored tonight, so I'm coming over to annoy you."
"Girl you annoy me here. Ain't that enough?" I say jokingly
"Nope." Rumi said and leans closer to my face, "I get to say when I'm done with you."
My brain is screaming, DON'T KISS HER! DON'T KISS HER! DON'T KISS HER! "Fine I'll make two frozen pizzas. See you later tonight." I say, thankfully not giving in to my impulses.
"That's my Itty Bitty." Rumi says as she pulls away to stand straight again. "I'm gonna go shower and change my limbs. I'll be there around 6:30."
I chuckle as she refers to changing her combat prosthetics to a normal set of arms and a leg so casually. She puts her body through hell to protect others. Yet she finds the humor in it all when most people like me would fall apart. How can I not fall for this woman?
"I'll see you then Rumi." I turn back to my desk so I can get these files done.
"See you Bitty. And wear something cute." Rumi then turns around to walk to the locker rooms.
As I lift my head up to ask why, I became silent. My eyes drift down to Rumi's behind as she walks away. Her costume emphasizing the shape and jiggle of each cheek. I really am no better than a man.
It's almost 6:30 and I have everything ready for my now sleepover with Rumi. I showered and changed into my fuzzy baby blue pajama booty shorts and matching hoodie with a picture of a big lollipop on it; and finished with fuzzy pink polkadotted socks. Rumi said to dress cute, I think I look adorable. The pizzas are almost done baking in the oven. And I grabbed an extra bottle of wine on the way home. All I have to do now is wait for my guest. When the doorbell rings I start feeling butterflies in my stomach. I wonder why? This wouldn't be the first time Rumi has spent the night. Maybe cause it's Valentine's Day and I wish this sleepover was more of a date than just friends hanging out. I rush to open the door before I get too into my feelings.
When I opened the door my mouth was agape. Rumi had on a red bodycon mini dress with a plunging neckline. Her breast looked like they were about to spill out; paired with red bottom pumps. She looked gorgeous. We both looked each other up and down in adoration, and confusion.
"What are you wearing?" We both say at the same time.
Rumi starts, "Who wears pajamas when they're expecting a guest? I told you to look cute."
I rest my hands on my hips, "I am dressed cute. Who dresses like they're going clubbing for a sleepover with frozen pizza?"
We both paused, then busted out laughing. I let Rumi inside while we were still cackling. As she sets her overnight bag down, I head into the kitchen to grab plates of pizza for us, a bottle of wine, and some wine glasses. With the skills I retained from my old waitress jobs, I set everything down on the coffee table. Rumi pats a space next to her on the couch. We start eating after I sit down and turn on the TV.
Rumi helps me clear the table and grabs the second wine bottle. We get back to the couch and I notice Rumi is sitting closer to me. She leans over me to refill my wine glass. Her low neckline makes seeing her bountiful cleavage inevitable. She sits up and looks at me with a sly grin. "You can at least have your mouth closed if you're gonna stare at my tits."
I didn't even realize I was staring. Immediately I shut my mouth and turned my head away in embarrassment. Great, now she thinks I'm a creep. I feel Rumi grab my chin, turning my head to face her. The smirk she has remains; those scarlet eyes lock me in.
"You're forgiven," she says, then lets go of my face to turn her attention back to the TV, sipping her own glass of wine.
My fluttering heart feels like it'll explode. I couldn't blame the alcohol in my system. The urge to kiss her is so strong, but will I ruin our friendship if I do? Will confessing my feelings disgust her? I don't even know if she likes women. Even if she did, would I be her type? I'm not strong or want to jump into battles eagerly. I'm just a plain homebody that prefers watching The Golden Girls. Rumi might not want me romantically...but I'll never know if I don't ask.
Dammit I'm a grown woman. I can't act like a scared school girl anymore. If she doesn't return my feelings I'll at least have closure. I take a big swig of my wine and turn my body to fully face my best friend. "I need to tell you something Rumi." Rumi also turns her body to face me, giving me her full attention.
"What's up Itty Bitty? "
I take a deep breath, then another, and another. My hands grip the bottom of my hoodie tightly. I'm so nervous, I can feel tears threatening to build up in my eyes. You'll never know if you don't say anything.
I start talking, "I really like being around you. You're so exciting, and cool. You never seem to be afraid of anything. I really like how confident you are. How you always know what to do and take charge of tough situations. You always make me smile without even trying. There's so many things I like about you."
I take another deep breath. Rumi stays silent, somehow knowing that I'm not done confessing yet. "I really really like you Rumi. It's ok if you don't feel the same. I just couldn't hold back these feelings I have for you anymore. Bottling it up was starting to hurt." Another deep breath, this time tears start running down my face. "Even if you don't feel that way about me, I hope we can still be friends. I just want to be close to you, in whatever way you're comfortable with." Finally, I said it; whatever happens next, I'll accept it.
Rumi puts her hands on my cheeks. She wipes my tears away and looks me directly in my eyes. Her scarlet reds meet my deep brown. She smiles at me gently, I've never seen her look like that before. She scoots closer and wraps her arms around me, I do the same. After a few moments she pulls back, but she continues to hold my hands. "First, I never got my hug from you," she starts. "Second, if I knew you liked women, I would've pursued you ages ago."
I'm stunned speechless. My mouth is gaping in shock. Did she really just say that? I've been so scared of being rejected, but Rumi and I could have been together sooner if I'd just made my feelings more obvious. I feel her grip on my hands tighten.
"Baby I've wanted you for so long," she said. "You keep me grounded when everything around me feels intense. I like that I can tell you about what's going on with me and you just listen. I like being able to relax and just exist with you. I don't need to be a hero around you. That's why I like coming over here and watch old sitcoms with you." She caresses one of her hands across my cheek. "I like you just as much as you like me."
I couldn't hold back anymore. I close the distance between us and press my lips against hers. She returns the kiss as we hold each other tightly. I can't believe this is really happening. Rumi's lips feel so soft against my own. She begins to pull me closer until I'm sitting on her lap. Our kissing intensifies as she pushes her tounge into my mouth. I match her pace, our tounges sliding against each other. No part of our mouths was left untouched.
We break apart from our kiss panting. I caress Rumi's face and rest my forehead against hers. She runs her hands along my back. My heart is filled with so much happiness. The woman of my dreams loves me back.
"Is this real?" I whispered.
Rumi holds me tighter. "Yes Bitty, it is."
We share another kiss while looking forward to our future together.
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