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Hakari has had a long and grueling day at the fight club. It was just absolutely terrible. No one there had enough passion to give him a hard fight today, his fever wasn’t hot, and Kirara wasn’t even by his side to alleviate any of his stress.
Just thinking of how BORING today was makes his whole body ache. He grunts out an annoyed sound, running his fingers through his curls.
Going into work today was a damn waste of time and he just wants to head home to his queen. He’s hoping he could just get in bed with her and cuddle for the rest of the night, maybe even watch a movie or something.
His exhaustion is bone-deep as he walks down the street that leads to their shifty apartment building. Which doesn’t bring him much satisfaction, having to head home — if you could call it that — to a poor excuse of a living situation.
Hakari isn’t ungrateful, don’t get him wrong, but it’s pretty disappointing to work so hard like he does just for his efforts to be for nothing. But, anyway, that’s besides the point. He’s getting distracted.
They had managed to snag a good deal on a pretty shitty rundown unit on the outskirts of the Togichi prefecture, located right in Otawara.
A place where the lights turn off pretty frequently, the elevator has practically never worked — Not that it really matters much though because they live on the second floor —, and the temperature of the water in the shower never gets hot enough to make a good enough shower.
It wasn’t a lot but it’s home, any place is just fine to him as long as Kirara is by his side. She’s his damn lucky charm, absolute love of his life, light in the dark pit that is his heart.
You get the gist.
Kinji approaches the front door to their apartment, digging through his pockets for his keys. He eventually finds them before shoving them into the lock and twisting.
The door takes a slight nudge to open and Hakari pushes his shoulder against the surface before it swings open. He’s greeted with silence in the home, which is pretty unusual when living with someone as energetic as Kirara.
The door drifts closed behind him, and he calls out, “Bae, I’m home!”
His keys jingle in his hands before he tosses them into the bowl by the door. He kicks off his shoes and pulls off his jacket before hanging it on the hook, listening closely for a response from Kirara.
Silence…
His eyebrows rise slightly from the lack of response. He doesn’t hear anything that clues him in that someone is home, but he won’t panic just yet.
“Kirara? You here?” He calls out once more, this time with the slightest tinge of worry in his voice.
It takes a few moments for a reply to arrive, but when it does, it comes from the bedroom.
“One second!” She calls out.
Hakari lets out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding — completely relieved now that he knows Kirara is home and safe — before he walks deeper into the apartment.
He makes it halfway down the hallway when he hears footsteps heading his way.
That’s when she rounds the corner, and Hakari gets a full view of her clothes… or lack thereof.
“Hey baby,” she says, sounding a bit out of breath.
Kirara comes into sight with a simple but flattering two-piece lacy light purple lingerie set. The top is a bralette, and the bottom is a skirt that stops at her mid-thigh.
Floral lace covers the entirety of the bralette, but the floral pattern only runs along the waist of the skirt.
Hakari is utterly shocked into silence as he takes in the sight of her. All blood from his brain is rushed down to his dick immediately, the whiplash leaving him light-headed and dizzy.
She looks like something that's been sent from the heavens… An absolute goddess. The lingerie itself isn’t anything to call home about, but seeing his princess in it… enhances the effect by 10.
He’s practically salivating looking at her like this. He feels like a damn pervert.
Kirara notices his stunned silence, which causes her to glance down at herself. She bites her lip ever so slightly, placing her hands out by her sides before doing a spin to give him a full view of the lingerie set.
As she spins, the skirt lifts slightly, and it gives Hakari a peek of her ass straining against the tight panties underneath. He wonders for a moment if he’s dreaming or not, with how this situation feels like a scenario from one of his tastiest wet dreams.
“Do you like it? I was planning on wearing this on your birthday, but I guess you’ve already seen your surprise,” She giggles. Her eyes track Hakari as he starts stepping closer to her.
“Like it? I fucking love it, pretty girl. You look so good. Buuuut… I also think you’re full of shit. You wore this with purpose, knowing I was coming home soon,” He purrs, practically undressing her with his eyes.
His pupils are already dilated, and it’s moments like these where Kirara feels wanted the most, seeing just how needy Kin-chan gets for her.
His hands automatically gravitate towards her hips, and he pulls her close. In the decrease of distance, Kirara gets a good whiff of the natural scent of Kinji.
Her eyes drift slightly closed, breathing in slowly to savor the smell radiating from him. It makes her head feel lighter, being in the presence of Hakari like this. Everything about him is so attractive that it makes her feel so warm.
His eyes drift down to take in the sight of her up close. From this angle, he can see just how needy Kirara looks.
Her eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with a mix of lust and need, practically begging to be fucked within an inch of her life. He takes in a deep breath, leaning down to her neck to inhale her scent.
She smells like jasmine, and it drives him crazy every time he gets a whiff, like one of Pavlov's dogs. He groans into her ear, moving his arms around her waist to hold her even closer.
The way she fits in his arms so perfectly with that tiny ass waist makes his dick stand to attention, straining inside of his boxers.
Kirara’s hands trace up his arms, feeling up his muscles beneath his shirt. She can feel his erection pressing against her leg and she slightly grinds against him, whimpering softly at the friction.
Hakari grinds up against her in response, feeling the way she’s starting to fill out in her panties as well. Her eyes start to flutter open and closed, moaning softly at the closeness between them.
“You are so… fucking… gorgeous, how did I get so damn lucky?” Hakari groans into her neck, pressing kisses up along her smooth skin with each word said.
The feeling of his lips trailing over her skin makes Kirara gasp in pleasure. She tilts her head to the side to give him more access before throwing her arms up to wrap around his neck.
Her hands cradle the back of his head as his touch glides from her waist down to her ass before lifting her, which gets a sound that’s a mix of a squeal and a giggle from Kirara.
“You can’t just wear this and not expect me to react,” he huffs before leaning in to kiss her deeply. Their mouths connect sloppily, his tongue shoving its way into her mouth without any warning.
Kirara responds enthusiastically by sliding her tongue against his. There are dribbles of spit leaking from the corners of her mouth and Hakari licks them up as it falls.
The sloppiness of the kiss is intoxicating and Kirara feels as though she’s being devoured by how quickly Kinji is ravaging her.
His teeth come biting down on her bottom lip, earning a hiss from Kirara. She gasps into his mouth loudly as he digs his fingers even deeper into her soft, supple ass.
His grip is a bit painful but that’s exactly how Kirara likes it. He continues ravaging her mouth as he maneuvers their way through the hall, avoiding any obstacles in the way.
Hakari gets them into the bedroom without knocking into anything, being led by the power of blind desire and desperation.
They pass through the doorway and he continues pushing deeper into the room before reaching the bed and letting Kirara fall back against the mattress.
She bounces on the surface a bit from the landing with a giggle and bites her lip as Hakari starts pulling his shirt off, tossing it to the side carelessly.
She takes in the sight of Hakari’s cut abs and strong figure. She can just imagine him throwing her around like a ragdoll with those fucking biceps and thick muscles.
Her eyes drift fuuuuuurther down to where she sees his V-line dipping into his sweatpants.
The view alone gets precome beading from her tip with how immense her anticipation is for his cock. Her legs spread open slowly, and Hakari’s eyes drift down at the motion, laying eyes on where her panties are soaked in the front.
His tongue subconsciously dips to lick his lips as he saunters forward onto the bed. Kirara shivers at the look in his eyes, spreading her legs even wider to accommodate his body as he reaches the bed.
“You really drive me crazy, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” he purrs. His hands land on the insides of her thighs, and he settles himself between her legs.
He’s exuding nothing but alluring energy and it makes Kirara whine, completely helpless to Kinji’s charm.
Once he’s close enough to grab, Kirara’s hands desperately move up to touch his torso, groping his chest and sliding her hands over his firm muscles. Hakari shivers from the contact, reveling in the way her soft hands paw at him.
“You like what you see, love?” He asks, giving her a sly grin. That damn hung smile that Kirara can’t get enough of. He’s so damn cocky, but she loves it.
She loves her man, and no one can deny that fact, “You would love it if I boosted your ego, hm?” She smirks back.
Hakari rolls his eyes and leans down a bit closer, brushing their noses together with his breath brushing over her lips, “Don’t worry, baby, I already know how much you want a piece of this…” He snorts.
“And you would be completely correct about that. I will never stop wanting you, my love,” Kirara sighs dreamily before she tilts her head up to close the distance between them and connect their lips again.
Her hands smooth over his cheeks and down to his shoulders, using them as leverage as their kiss gets deeper and just that much more passionate.
Their lips move in unison, swapping spit and clacking teeth as they lock tongues with one another. The feeling is enough to get a moan out of Kirara, her hands shaking slightly from the intensity and strength of the kiss.
Hakari pushes deeper — almost greedily — into the kiss, his hands moving away from her thighs to start gliding up to her chest. He starts to take off her bralette, sliding the straps down her arms slowly.
Her heart is pounding in her chest as Hikari separates from her lips to kiss down her shoulders, taking his time with her bra strap. His eyes are locked onto hers as he trails his way up and down the side of her neck and over her shoulders.
“Kin-chan… I- oh- fuck…” Kirara slurs, her breath becoming shaky and heavier from the careful attention that is being directed towards her.
Hakari chuckles at her neediness while wrapping his hands around her back to unclip her bra, sliding it off completely. “I know, love. Be patient. I’m getting there, I promise,” He grins.
His eyes flicker up to hers, making direct eye contact as he latches onto her nipple.
Kirara jerks from the contact, moaning from the sensation of Kinji’s tongue darting over her sensitive mounds. Her hands flick up to the back of his head, cradling him close as he ravages her chest.
“Nngh… baby, that feels… amazing. You’re doing so good for me, Kin-chan.” She gasps, her hands shaking from restraining herself from tugging too hard on his hair.
“Bite me, baby. Please… bite me, love.” Kirara pleads, locking eyes with Hakari’s blissed-out expression.
Hakari wastes no time in grazing his teeth over her skin, biting roughly before licking over the bites. Kirara jolts from the sensation again, and her hands tighten in his locks despite her desperate tries of resistance.
Hakari isn’t fazed at all by the roughness — in fact, he loves it — as all he can do is close his eyes and revel in the feeling of having his face shoved into her tits.
His hand grabs a hold of her other tit, rubbing his thumb over the tip of her nipple to add extra stimulation.
Hakari pulls off the first nipple in exchange for the second, already starting his assault on her chest once again. His arms wrap around her waist, gripping tightly onto her as he suckles roughly on her nipple.
As much as Kirara loves to have her nipples played with, her chest is starting to get sore. So she gently tugs at Kin-chan’s hair, pulling him off of her nipple, only to expose a completely lust-drunk Hakari.
His eyes slowly open, and he hums softly, moving down to start peppering kisses down her stomach. His lips slowly make a trail down her body, licking up the softness of her skin.
“My pretty girl… So damn pretty. Y’know that, right?” He mumbles.
“Yeah, Kin-chan, you tell me all the time.” Kirara giggles.
Hakari chooses to ignore her words and continue with his initial path to the insides of her thighs. His lips press against her lower chest, down to her belly button before finally reaching her inner thighs.
Kirara’s heart rate rises at the sight, her chest rising and falling rapidly once he finally pulls her skirt down to reveal her panties underneath.
The tip of her cock is barely peaking out of the side of the fabric, and a bead of precome is built at the tip. Hakari stares at the sight for a moment before finally pulling her panties down her legs.
Her length plops down against her leg, and all Kirara can do is drift her gaze up to the ceiling to avoid confronting what's ahead of her.
She rarely ever feels dysphoric during sex anymore — all thanks to Kin-chan — but right now, with her cock on full display, it takes everything in her being to not let her brain run rampant with all sorts of gender disaffirming nonsense.
Hakari seems to notice this on her face and purposefully starts kissing along her dick, sliding his tongue along her supple skin.
“You’re so pretty. It’s like you were made for me, pretty girl. Keep your eyes on me, princess.” He recites, hoping his words reach through to her.
Kirara’s eyes dart down to look at him, hyperfocusing on his face. It’s an enticing enough sight to get Kirara to relax just the slightest bit.
Hakari accumulates his saliva in his mouth before spitting on her shaft to make her skin more slippery. He grips onto her shaft, gliding his hand up and down slowly to get a rhythm going.
“So gorgeous, love. You’re being such a good girl…” Hakari praised before picking up with his ministrations, gripping even tighter onto her erection. His hand is stroking her with ease now, giving his all into making this a pleasurable experience for her.
Kirara closes her eyes, and her head falls back, paying close attention to his words instead of whatever is going through her mind.
His thumb slides over her tip, collecting up her precome over his fingers. Even going as far as to move his hand back to lick up her essence, sliding his tongue over his skin to feast on her taste.
Hakari spends a few more moments mindlessly jerking her length before he finally takes her into his mouth, delving down to the base with as minimal gagging as he could manage.
Kirara hisses at the feeling, her hands jolting to grip onto his hair. Kin-chan’s lips suction around her length, bobbing his head up and down at a slow pace to begin with so as not to overwhelm her too much with the sensation.
“Shit… Mmm, give me some warning next time, baby,” Kirara whimpers out before her eyes open once more, looking down at Hakari as he steadily works at her cock.
Kin-chan’s lips wrap around her tip, sucking desperately at the head. The salty taste of precome drips over his tongue, and he can’t help but gulp down even harder.
He relaxes his throat before dipping his head back down once more, his nose brushing against her bush as he holds there.
Hakari inhales the scent of her pubes deeply, reveling in the sweet aroma of his woman.
Kin-chan rests there for a moment before his head slides back up and he uses his teeth to begin grazing against her veins, stimulating her nerve endings.
Kirara chokes at the feeling of his teeth running against her so perfectly. It takes all of the strength within her not to slam her hips right up into his throat.
The sensation is good enough to make her thoughts drift away from the nonsense that was previously flooding her brain. It feels so good to have her body desired like this and knowing that Kin-chan will always worship her, no matter what.
“You’re so good like this, Kin-chan… So damn good. You know that, right?” She pants, brushing Hakari’s hair back to get a better look at his face as he’s sucking the life out of her cock.
Her sensual words make Hakari pick up his speed, his head bobbing up and down rapidly. The stretch of her cock pressing back into his uvula makes his eyes roll back into his skull.
One of his hands reaches to grab the rest of her length, holding onto the base and twisting along with his mouth dipping up and down to accommodate for the length he isn’t tending to.
“Just like that, Kin-chan. You’re- ah… fuck-“ She stammers out, her hips involuntarily jerking up to sink deeper into the warm cavern that is his mouth.
Hakari basks in the feeling of the weight on his tongue, gagging slightly from the overbearing length. His eyes flutter open to look into Kirara’s eyes, only to smile at the sight of her losing control.
If there’s one thing that gets Hakari off the most, it’s the reassurance that he’s pleasing the hell out of his woman.
Kirara locks eyes with him in response and-
Holy fuck, the look on his face — red-faced, blown-out pupils, and puffy lips — is enough to send her barreling over the edge at record-breaking speeds.
She moans loudly at the stimulation, not given enough time to warn Hakari before ropes of cum start coating his tongue.
“Ah, shit… fuck..! I’m cumm-“ Kirara gasps out and grips onto his hair even tighter, losing control of herself as her hips piston in and out of his mouth to chase the warm sensation of his pretty mouth.
Her eyes roll back into her skull, her legs spasming slightly as Hakari sucks her dry, making sure to get every last drop of cum out of her tip. It takes a few moments for Kirara to recollect herself before realizing just how rough she’d been with him.
Her chest is still heaving as she pulls out, looking down at Hakari apologetically as he coughs harshly, gasping for breath himself. “Are you okay? That was really- I’m sorry… that was so rough.”
Kinji waves her off, dismissing her concern as he smiles up at her. It’s clear to Kirara that he’s exactly where he wants to be.
“Don’t worry, baby. You know I like it when you lose control,” He rasps out, his voice destroyed from the previous abuse on his throat, which elicits an eye roll from Kirara.
Her hands move to grip Hakari’s arms, pulling him up for a kiss. She can still taste remnants of her cum on his lips, and it’s truly way more sexy than it should be.
Their lips stay locked together, slipping against each other smoothly before Hakari suddenly pulls away to flip Kirara onto her stomach.
Kirara stays shocked for a moment, caught completely off-guard from the sudden position change. But it doesn’t take long before she picks up on what Hakari wants her to do.
She instinctively slides into position, practically muscle memory at this point from how common it is to find herself in this same head-down, ass-up angle.
Kin-chan watches with appraising eyes, paying close attention to how she dips her back into an arch to give him an eyeful of her ass.
A groan rumbles from Hakari’s throat as he soaks in the sight in front of him. His hands came down to press on her ass tenderly.
Hakari moves his hand down along her spine, following the deep curve of her back. He takes a moment to just admire the sight of her looking so pretty underneath him. She’s like a damn dream, and he never wants to wake up.
“Mmm… Just look at you, princess. You’re like a god damn model,” He sighs.
Kirara’s head turns to the side to look up at him with a relaxed smile, wiggling her hips side-to-side as a means to tease him a bit.
Hakari stands up to take off his sweatpants along with his boxers, finally freeing his erection from its confines.
“Good girl. You want this cock so bad, don’t you, baby?” Hakari groans before bringing his hand down against her ass roughly.
She responds with a loud moan, already becoming even more desperate for him to start fucking her.
“Mmm, yes. Just give it to me, Kin-chan, please!” She whines, reaching back to drag her hands down his length. Hakari huffs out a breath before slapping her hands away.
“I can’t just yet, baby. I gotta stretch you out, princess,” He chuckles.
One of his hands reaches over to their bedside table, blindly rummaging through its contents to find the bottle of lube that he keeps there, while his other hand stays rested on her ass cheek.
He gives her a light slap to keep her wound-up and needy. Kirara whines in response, her hips pressing back to rub against his dick. It’s clear to Kinji that she’s becoming even more desperate.
His hand eventually finds the bottle that he was looking for and he shushes her gently, soothing her as he opens the cap.
“I know, baby, I know. Just give me a second, I’ll give you the best fucking of your life after this to make up for my teasing, I promise.” He coos, squirting out a dollop of lube onto his fingers.
He works the lube up over his fingers, getting them nice and wet before sliding just one of his fingers into her waiting pussy.
Kirara tenses up slightly at the intrusion, sighing with satisfaction as his finger pushes even further into her walls.
He pushes in up to his knuckle before pulling back out, thrusting gently to get a nice coverage of lube inside of her.
His eyes stay glued to the way her pussy opens and closes around his finger, inviting him in even more. Eventually, he slides in with a second finger, repeating the process like the first.
Kirara buries her face into the pillows, her whines and whimpers slowly being converted into moans at the feeling of his fingers scissoring her open like this.
Hakari starts spouting mindless praise, repeatedly calling her a ”good girl” and saying how ”good she’s doing”.
He continues with fingering her open until he gets up to four fingers, finally pulling out with a sharp slap to her ass.
“You doing okay, baby? You ready for me?” He huffs out as he lubes up his cock.
Kirara whimpers loudly, getting much more upset with how long it's taking for Kinji to just fuck her already.
“God, yes! I said that already, just fucking give it to me!” She begs, pushing her hips back desperately to get any sort of relief.
“Okay, baby. I’ll give it to you, don’t worry.” He coos before lining his dick against her hole, sliding up and down her plump ass cheeks before sinking in slowly with a rough groan.
Kirara’s eyes squeeze shut, and her hands grip onto the sheets to soothe herself through the initial stretch. Her breath gets heavier as each inch pushes in deeper and deeeeper into her pussy.
One of her hands flies behind her to slightly press on his hips, urging him to slow down a bit as he keeps sinking in deeper.
“Sorry baby, I promise I’ll take care of you.” He hums soothingly, rubbing his hands over her back in apology.
He bends over her back once he finally bottoms out and lands a kiss on her shoulder before sitting up once more and beginning to rock slowly into her.
Soft moans slip out of her mouth from the feeling; she arches even deeper, making a steeper curve of her back.
He lifts his hands before bringing them back down, alternating between left and right. He watches the way her ass recoils from the impact and groans from the way her pussy clenches in response to the stimulation.
Kirara is a mewling mess below him, practically crying from the consecutive slaps. She turns her head to the side to breathe, drooling on the pillow beneath her.
Hakari really tries this time to take his time, but he can’t help it with how Kirara sounds underneath him right now. His hands grab hold of her hips, and he pulls out just to the tip before slamming right back in.
Kirara cries out from the sudden change of pace, pushing her face into the pillow in an attempt to muffle her noises. She knows how much Kin-chan loves to hear her voice, but she really wants to avoid a noise complaint this time around.
“No, let me hear you, baby. I want the neighbors to know how- ahh… how good I’m fucking you.” Hakari breathes out, moving one of his hands to her hair before pulling her face off the pillows.
His words send a tingle down her spine, and her eyes roll back into her head from the tug that he’s giving to her hair.
She’s gasping for air at this point, holding onto anything she can get a hold of as Hakari fucks into her pussy like a madman.
The headboard is repeatedly hitting the wall — noise complaints be damned at this point — and the bedframe is screaming for mercy from Hakari’s punishing thrusts.
“Oh my… fucking God! Harder… fuck! Harder, baby. Give it to me!” Kirara groans, feeling her pussy being stretched with each thrust.
Hakari is nothing but obedient as he wraps one arm around her waist and the other around her neck gently pulling her back to his chest, shifting their position to reach as deep as he can into her.
Kinji grunts loudly into her ear, licking up the lobe before speaking, “You’re taking me so good, love. You see where being patient gets you? Take it, baby, take it.”
Kirara’s moans rise in pitch and volume at the absolute assault into her hole. His hips are snapping against hers like mad, creating a thundering symphony of skin slapping against skin.
Kirara turns her head to the side to connect her mouth with his, licking past his lips and swallowing up all of his deep groans.
They’re both sweating profusely at this point and the air is thick with the scent of sex. It’s getting hard to breathe and they’re slipping against each other sloppily.
It’s honestly pretty disgusting with how Hakari’s drops of sweat are falling onto Kirara, but they’ve exchanged weirder bodily fluids so it’s nothing too horrific.
Kirara opens her mouth to say something witty, but gets cut off by a heavenly feeling of Kin-chan nailing her prostate head on.
Her vision goes white, and her mouth widens in a silent cry, disconnecting their lips from each other.
Kinji unwraps his arm around her waist, adjusting their position slightly to push her back onto the mattress again.
His other hand roams up to grip her neck, choking her juuust enough to get that hazy feeling in her head.
Her pussy is so wet and hot all around him, but if Hakari allows himself to give in to the sensation, he’ll end up cumming prematurely.
He’s focused on making Kirara come first, and by the way she’s sounding, it’s coming soon.
Just when Hakari thinks that she’s about to let go, Kirara brings her hand back to push his hips back away from her.
To which Hakari immediately stops his pace and lets go of her neck. He’s watching Kirara with a concerned expression, wondering if he has accidentally hurt her.
“Wait- ahh… wait. Shit,” Kirara hisses, “Let me get on top…” She breathes out, looking up into Hakari’s eyes with a pleading expression.
He’s relieved to know she’s okay. And he’s not one to deny her of anything, so he pulls out carefully with a hiss and flops back onto the bed.
Kirara sits up on shaky legs, collecting herself before swinging her legs over his thighs to straddle him. She brushes her hair out of her face, strands sticking to her forehead from the immense amount of sweat collected there.
Kin-chan’s hands latch onto her hips, holding her firmly as she lifts herself onto her knees. Her hand reaches back to grab his cock, sliding it back and forth against her pussy a few times before sinking down on the tip.
The sensation is stronger than before, and she has to bite down on her lips to stop herself from reacting too aggressively to the overstimulation.
“God, you’re so big. Give me a second…” She whimpers. Her hands shifting to rest on his chest firmly, slowly taking him in inch-by-inch.
Hakari throws his head back against the pillows, cursing aloud as her warm pussy embraces his cock once more, “Ah… fuck. Take your time, baby. No rush… I promise.”
He has to move his hands away from her hips, gripping onto the pillow behind him to restrain himself from bucking his hips up into the slickness surrounding him.
Kirara slips down further and further before her hips finally connect with his lap fully. Her hands grip onto his shoulders, holding on tightly as she slowly starts creating a steady rhythm.
The position they’re in allows for Hakari’s dick to reach even deeper into her hole.
The slightest movement gets Kirara to moan out, pressing one of her hands on her lower stomach, feeling just how far up Kin-chan has found himself inside of her.
Kirara shifts around a bit, rolling her hips around to find the best angle for his tip to reach her sweet spot.
One of Hakari’s hands shoots up to his mouth, biting down harshly into his skin to keep himself steady.
It’s hard not to react and allow her to take control with how she’s squeezing around his cock.
“Baby, please… You feel so damn good.” He grunts around his hand, his legs beginning to twitch involuntarily with how hard he’s resisting against himself.
Kirara chuckles at how desperate he looks, feeling a bit powerful at the way their roles have reversed with Kin-chan being the one begging for mercy this time around.
“Yeah… I feel good, hm?” She grins before finally lifting herself. She slides up to his tip before slamming right back down, gaining a moan from both of them.
Kirara lifts herself once more, getting a rhythmic bouncing started.
Each drop is followed by a choked moan leaving from Kinji’s mouth and it’s glorious seeing how easily he falls apart when she takes charge.
His hands finally move back to her hips, helping her ride his dick. With every other bounce, Hakari lands a slap on her plump ass.
“Good girl. You’re gripping onto me so fucking tight.” He curses, feeling how her pussy pulses around him with each slap landed on her skin.
Sultry moans fall out of Kirara’s mouth in response and she leans down to wrap him in an embrace, her arms folding behind his neck to pull him close.
Hakari takes that as a sign that she needs a bit of assistance, bending his knees to start driving into her pussy.
Kirara gasps at the sudden strokes being delivered straight to her G-spot and pushes her hips back to sync with his thrusts.
Hakari holds onto her back firmly, keeping her close as he picks up speed.
The sounds of their bodies connecting pick up in volume as well and Kirara can’t help but feel her eyes rolling back into her skull.
“God, I’m getting so close. Are you close, love?” Hakari inquires, looking to the side to take in her expression.
Kirara just nods silently and turns to smash their lips together heatedly, biting down on his lip hard enough to make it bleed.
Hakari hisses but pays it no mind, too focused on getting Kirara to orgasm.
He wraps one hand around her cock, stroking her in time with his quickening thrusts. He shoves his tongue into her mouth, swallowing down her noises.
He can feel her pulsating in his hand and he pulls away from the kiss to look into her eyes, wanting direct eye contact when she comes.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me see you cum.” He pleads just before Kirara tips over the edge.
Her orgasm ripples through her violently, her nails digging into his shoulders as her cock spurts rope after rope of cum onto both of their torsos.
Her eyes flutter shut and she practically shouts out in pleasure, crying from the overstimulation of Hakari’s hand pumping over her length.
Hakari tugs at her shaft a few more times, getting the last of the cum out of her before turning them over and swapping places.
Kinji holds onto her hips, looking into her eyes intensely as he starts slamming into her with great fervor.
His mouth hangs open, a cacophony of groans and pants sounding into the room as he chases his release.
It takes him a few more thrusts before he’s letting out a guttural moan and emptying his load into her eager cunt.
“Ah… shit, I love you so damn much. I love you, I love you… I love you,” he recites, feeling tears pricking his eyes with emotion.
It’s as though he’s seeing God with how his entire body shudders, his toes curl, and his hips stutter to fill her up as much as possible.
He’s breathing heavily by the time he’s finally drawn back to Earth and there are soft hands on his cheeks — Kirara’s — wiping at the tears that he wasn’t even aware were coming down his face.
Hakari looks down at her and sees the way her own face looks completely satiated. He smiles at her and leans down, kissing her forehead.
“Well damn. That was pretty good, hm?” Kinji quipped, getting a giggle out of Kirara.
Her hands move from her cheeks down to his jaw, rubbing her fingers along the sides of his jawbones.
“Mmm… I’d rate it a 4/10 at best.” She replies as seriously as possible. She keeps up the facade until she locks eyes with Hakari’s horrified expression and her laughter slips out.
She giggles uncontrollably, finding Hakari’s face absolutely hilarious.
“Oh ha ha…” he drawls before finally looking down between the two of them.
He brings his fingers down to spread her open, taking in the sight of his cum leaking out the sides of her pussy.
The only thing keeping it from completely flooding out is his dick still nested inside of her.
Kirara’s eyes follow his line of vision and she takes in the sight as well, sighing with satisfaction at the way he stuffed her so full.
Hakari stays nestled right where he is for a few more moments before eventually pulling out and hurrying to grab a nearby towel to clean her up.
The cum on Kirara’s chest is starting to get pretty damn uncomfortable and she’s wriggling all over the sheets, waiting impatiently for Kin-chan to return.
“Kiiiiiiinnnn-chan! You’re just gonna leave me here?! I’m leaking all over your precious sheets, y’know!” She urges.
Hakari truly isn’t even that far away, he’s a few tens of feet away in their en-suite bathroom, wetting the towel he picked up to clean his own chest off first.
“Baby, I'm right here. I promise I'm not going anywhere,” Kinji responds.
He wrings out the towel a bit before turning directions back into the bedroom, already marching over to Kirara’s side when she looks over.
He kneels on the bed, leaning over her to start cleaning off the dried-up cum still covering her skin.
Kirara’s eyes linger on his arms as he wipes, watching closely to the way his biceps flex with each of his movements.
He’s gentle with the fabric but applies enough pressure to make sure it doesn’t crust. Once he’s done, Kirara’s hands extend out to grab the towel and toss it to the side carelessly.
Hakari sighs in disappointment but he doesn’t feel like picking it up off of the floor to place it in its correct place anyway, so he just settles for lying down beside her.
They’ll eventually have to clean the sheets, but the present is all that matters right now. Kirara scoots closer to his side, resting her head on his chest while tracing circles on his skin.
Hakari’s arm wraps around her waist, splaying his hand out on her ass to pull her closer.
They sit in a comfortable silence for a while before Kirara suddenly whispers, “You were right about the lingerie. It definitely wasn’t for your birthday. I just knew it would get you going.”
The words stretch in the silence before Kin-chan snorts, “Yeah, you weren’t subtle at all.”
“But it was a great way of ending my day after what happened at work.” He adds with a heavy sigh, feeling his energy drain with the reminder of the arduous day.
At that, Kirara pipes up, lifting her head ever so slightly to look into his eyes.
“Mm, really? What happened?”