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The moment Kaito notices the red high heels at the door, he knows something is wrong.
Luka isn’t supposed to be back for another – he checks his watch – six hours. She has told him that her boss wanted to take all the employees to a nice dinner and, even though Luka wanted to spend the calm Friday night cuddling with Kaito, she didn’t want to be on bad terms with her superior.
Therefore, Kaito planned his whole evening without his girlfriend; take a deserved hot shower after his long day of work, order food from the Chinese restaurant two blocks away, start the new drama Luka refused to watch, then lay on bed watching silly puppies’ videos. Maybe he would still be up when Luka get back home, asking for a good night kiss.
But… Luka is already here. She would never go to work without her favorite pairs of high heels.
“Luka?” He calls, turning the lights on as he takes his sneakers off.
As expected, no one answers. If Luka is upset, she isn’t going to run to Kaito with a big smile to welcome him back home. He just hopes he wasn’t the one making her upset, because as far as he knows, they didn’t fight this morning and she has left to work with a kiss on his lips.
He immediately walks towards their bedroom and stops in his tracks when he notices that there is no light coming from under the door. This is weird. “Babe?” He knocks on the door, asking for permission in case she wants privacy. He knows she’s here, thanks to the noises of moving sheets.
After waiting for a few seconds, Luka slowly opens the door, head peeking through it. Kaito almost coos at the sight of his girlfriend but when he spots the dried tears on her cheeks, he immediately reaches to cup her face with his hands.
“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?”
Luka doesn’t respond, simply allowing Kaito to hold her close.
It’s okay. Kaito has all the time in the world when this is about his girlfriend.
They stay like this for a bit, Luka sobbing onto Kaito’s shirt while the latter caresses her hair, whispering sweet, encouraging words into her ears.
When Luka has calmed down, Kaito tries to lift her chin up but a sudden pressure on his leg makes him freeze.
He doesn’t move, waiting to see if this was intentional or not. Luka still has her head on his shoulder and she isn’t moving neither. He almost lets it drop, because she could have touched his leg while trying to adjust herself in his arms.
However, the pressure is still there, and higher than the one before.
He looks down. “What–“
Luka has placed her hand on Kaito’s thighs, tracing his skin through the jean with her fingers.
He blinks for a second. Not even five minutes ago, she was crying and now she’s trying to turn him on? Kaito would have believed that this is an all-innocent act if her hand wasn’t so dangerously close to his crotch.
He can’t believe it.
“Is this funny to you?” He suddenly asks in the tense silence. Luka snaps her head up, staring at Kaito with wide eyes. “I’m trying to be a good boyfriend, to know what or who made you cry but you want to–“
“No no no.” She shakes her head, denying his accusation, her fingers leaving his belt alone. “I just–“
“This won’t do,” he says sharply. “Come back to me when you gain some senses.”
“Kaito, no!”
When he tries to detach himself from her, she starts crying again. She begs him to stay with her, whispering his name and chants of don’t leave me, please.
“I’ll be in the living room,” he simply announces.
Kaito sighs and returns to the living room, sitting on the couch with a scowl on his face. Here goes his peaceful night… Now, he has to deal with a girlfriend who would rather have sex than talk about her feelings. Even worse, he still hears her sobbing in their room, meaning he can’t focus on the drama he’s watching.
The crying sounds stop after a moment. And, a minute later, Luka is in front of him, wearing nothing but one of his hoodies.
“I’m sorry,” she says, stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes.
She looks so vulnerable, tears dripping down her cheeks. The sight of this beautiful woman standing, head down, while he’s sitting on the couch is making his heart more than it should be.
“Why are you even apologizing?”
“H-Huh?”
Kaito clicks his tongue against his teeth. “You never understand, do you?” His words are chiding but there is a touch of tenderness in his voice. “Come here.” He pats his laps, and she immediately complies, knees at each side of his thighs.
Her eyes fall upon his dick, which is half-hard from the sight of her bare milky white legs, which would look much better littering with marks in his opinion.
“Tell me,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats. But Kaito, disgruntled, shakes his head, tightening his hold on her, enough to hurt her a little. She hisses.
“I meant. Why you were crying.”
She whines. “Kaito, can’t we just–“ She confidently presses her hands down on his dick.
He tries not to let her actions get to him, but she must have felt his dick throbbing under her palms, because she giggles and starts palming him through his jeans.
“Stop that,” he mumbles. She doesn’t. “I said fucking stop that.”
“Ah–“
Kaito grabs her wrists with force. “Did I allow you to touch me?” When she doesn’t say anything, he grips her hair and pull it. “Answer me.”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, you didn’t allow me to touch you.”
Kaito smiles. “Good girl. And what did I also tell you?”
“You told me to stop.”
“So why didn’t you?”
Luka bites her lip. Her eyes dart from his face to the bulge between his legs and back, clearly wanting to touch it again. She fidgets in his arms, but Kaito refuses to give her any relief. Since she didn’t want to tell him what’s wrong, he won’t easily satisfy her.
“You know what? If you want to be a stupid cock slut like that, I guess I can give you that,” he suggests, his girlfriend’s eyes bright at the idea. “But, if you move, I’ll leave you on your own. Do you understand?”
She eagerly nods, obviously not caring of the aftermath if she moves.
“On your knees,” he demands. She does so while he gets his cock out of his boxers. “Open.”
It’s almost ridiculous how fast she opens her mouth. She takes him in her mouth and closes her eyes, pleased.
Kaito wants to laugh. “Look at you,” he huffs. He redirects his attention to the TV, just like before Luka started bothering him.
After a moment, right when the two main characters are about to confess to each other, Luka squirms underneath him, surely bored because she can’t do anything except let his dick rest heavily on her tongue.
He twists his fingers into her hair and grips, hard enough to make a soft whine leak out of her. “Slut,” he calls, annoyed. “How many times did I to tell you to stop moving?”
If her mouth wasn’t full of his cock right now, she maybe would have answered in a voice stitched with stuttering sobs, just the Kaito likes it. Instead, she whimpers, holding up two fingers when Kaito tugs once again on her hair to get an answer out of her.
“Twice, right. I don’t think you want me to tell you this one more time,” he says. “You can’t even stay still while cock warming me?”
He suddenly thrusts his hips, making Luka choke on his dick.
Kaito disapprovingly shakes his head. “You’re no better than a sex toy, after all.” He keeps on thrusting. “So useless. I don’t even know why I bother with you.” He keeps talking while abusing the woman’s mouth. She doesn’t even try to suck him, just letting him fuck her mouth, tears prickling at her eyes.
He doesn’t even tell her when he’s close, cumming down her throat without any warning. He forces her to swallow it all.
She pulls out, saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock. Drops of cum also drips down her chin. She licks her lips clean, moaning at the taste.
“My knees hurt,” she complains.
“Things like you aren’t allowed to talk unless they’re told so.” She nods and stands on her feet. Sure enough, her knees are red.
However, this is nothing but her fault.
Kaito leans back on the couch, gesturing for her to crawl over him. She obeys, slowly placing her body on top of his just like before.
“That was the worst blowjob I’ve ever had,” he tells her. “Meiko does it better than you.”
Luka squirms on his laps, whining. Kaito grins.
He knew that mentioning his ex-girlfriend’s name would rile Luka up. She hates her, hates that Meiko had sex with her boyfriend, was intimate with him. Kaito is hers and she always make sure that Meiko is aware of it when she’s a bit too touchy with him even if they had agreed that they are better off as friends.
How many times has Luka started making out with Kaito just to make his ex jealous? Kaito has stopped counting after they got kicked of a restaurant once for being inappropriate.
“No…” She whispers. “I’m better than her…”
“Did you say something? I said no talking.”
Their eyes meet and Luka pouts.
She places her hands on his shoulders and hesitantly starts dry humping his thigh. Seeing as Kaito makes no move to stop her, she speeds her movements. He groans when she rubs herself against his dick.
“You’re that desperate you can’t even wait ‘til I’m hard again?”
She flinches at the cold tone, but she moans and grinds harder.
He lets her enjoy herself and even lets her plant her nails on his shoulders. However, just as she’s about to orgasm, he stills her with firm hands on her waist. She whines, tries to grind on him to come but she can’t do anything next to her boyfriend’s force.
It’s so easy with her, Kaito thinks.
“Kai…Kaito, please…”
“Shut up.” He places her right on his crotch, letting it rub against her clothed pussy. She clenches her legs at the friction, shivering so hard. “You look like you just had an orgasm. God, how will you react when I fuck you?”
Luka trembles at the thought of Kaito finally– finally being inside her.
“You’d like that right?” Kaito smirks. His girlfriend looks like she was just offered the best birthday present event. “Unfortunately, I wanna continue watching my drama so you’d have to wait. You can sit on me but if you dare to move…”
“I’ll behave! I promise!”
Kaito presses two fingers on her throat, frowning. “I’m starting to get tired of telling you to shut up. Here,” he grabs the hoodie, revealing her breasts – of course, she isn’t wearing any bra – and brings it to her mouth. “If I hear any noises from you…”
She is so wet, Kaito isn’t even worried about hurting her.
“Turn around.”
She turns around so that she’s facing her back to Kaito and sinks down onto his lap. Kaito lets out a sharp exhale as Luka’s walls clench warm over his cock. He pulls Luka closer so she is pressed to his chest.
He turns the volume of the TV up and adjusts himself on the couch, causing him to shift in Luka. She whimpers around the hoodie but soon stops whining.
They settle into a silence, relaxing for Kaito as he’s enjoying the episode in front of him. This is pure torture for Luka though. The cold air hits her boobs hard and Kaito won’t play with them like he usually does. Kaito is deep inside her, but the lack of movement from him is frustrating. She just wants to move, feel him. No, scratch that. She wants Kaito to fuck her stupid. Until she forgets her own name.
“Stop thinking, slut” Kaito suddenly says. “I can hear you thinking from here. It’s distracting me.”
Luka apologizes with a hum, drool at the corner of her mouth. She has never hated this hoodie so much.
“Oh. Are you perhaps bored?” He asks. “I’m sorry I didn’t choose a drama you enjoy too.”
She wants to say that it’s nothing, that she would gladly forgive him if he just thrusted into her.
She tries to focus on the screen in front of them, she really does. But a scene makes Kaito laugh so hard she can’t help but feel hurt. Is she not interesting enough? Why is he so focused on the drama when his girlfriend is sitting on his cock?
Every man would die to take his place!
After what feels like hours, the screen shows that the episode has finished, and Luka has no time to register this fact because Kaito grabs her waist and makes her bounce on his dick once. Just once.
“Hmm,” she frowns as she feels the stretch. She wants to moan so loud their neighbors are going to file a noise complaint against them. Loud enough for Meiko, at the other side of the city, to hear.
“I didn’t expect you to behave like that. I must say that I’m impressed,” Kaito remarks, almost impressed. “I guess you like having your belly full rather than your mouth. Or maybe both? Would you like to be entirely full?” He asks with a snap of his hips.
Luka cums. Just like that.
Kaito hears her muffled cries through the hoodie.
He whistles. “Did you just come to the thought of several men fucking you?”
The hoodie falls from her mouth as she answers, “No.. No… Only you…”
“I sure hope so,” he laughs humorlessly. “Even if you’re a slut, only I can use you. You understand?”
She nods, panting.
“Good.”
He turns her around and kiss her right on the mouth. She almost cries of relief; she missed his lips so much. There’s so much saliva due to Luka not being able to swallow with the hoodie in her mouth.
Kaito breaks the kiss as he drops Luka on the couch and gets on top of her. Without any warning, he thrusts into her, making her scream from the overstimulation.
“Sorry, baby, but you’ll have to endure,” is all he says before he starts fucking her merciless. For some reason, the petname comforts her, knowing that if this is too much for her, she just has to tap his thigh to make him stop.
Nevertheless, she trusts him with her body.
It feels like his dick gets deeper and deeper at each thrust, perfectly hitting her G spot. Abusing it.
Luka looks for his hands and Kaito intertwine their fingers, even leaning down to leave trail of kisses on her neck. He nibbles at her ear, her famous sensitive spot. Finally, he kisses her. The kiss makes her moan loudly. She gasps into the kiss when Kaito’s dick hits just right.
She comes again with a chant of kaito kaito kaito the moment her boyfriend starts rubbing two fingers against her clit, clenching around Kaito’s dick. Kaito joins her a few seconds later, cumming inside her.
They both take time to find their breath again, stupidly smiling at each other. Kaito removes a strand of hair from her eyes and quickly kisses her again before slowly pulling out. Luka shivers at the movement.
There’s semen coming out off her vagina. Kaito grabs a tissue not far to clean her up. “Let’s take a shower, mmh?”
“Mmh,” Luka answers, an arm hiding her eyes. “I love you,” she sleepily says.
Kaito laughs. “I love you too.”
“And I’m sorry.”
“For what?” He places a hand on one of her thighs, caressing it.
“For making you mad, I guess.” She peeks an eye through her arm to look at him. “I was upset and you wanted to know why and–“
“Oh, baby, don’t worry. I thought we already talked about that.”
“I know!” She sits up, eyes wide. Kaito can’t help but poke her cheek. “One of my colleagues pointed out a mistake I made, and someone started laughing and– I couldn’t take it anymore. I think this was all this week’s stress getting to me and… I started crying.”
“There’s nothing wrong with crying, you know that,” he reassures her. “So, you needed a good fuck, I understand that.”
She yells, slapping his arm. “Don’t say it like that! Urgh.”
Usually, Kaito isn’t… mean to Luka during sex. They never do this type of play– Kaito using Luka as he will– unless Luka is overwhelmed with stress and anxiety. Kaito knows Luka is in this subspace when she wears her favorite Kaito’s hoodie, the blue one where there’s a coffee stain that won’t leave on it.
“Well, a lot of people have sex to get rid of stress. And we’ve already done that. If I minded, I’d talked to you about it.”
“Ughhh, you’re so perfect! I love you.”
Kaito carries her to the bathroom and makes her sit on the edge of the tub while he fills it with hot water. Once in the tub, with Luka leaning on Kaito’s chest and the latter washing her hair, Luka kicks him.
“What!?”
“That’s for mentioning Meiko! You fucker!”