Kobeni Higayashima

The kettle whistles from the kitchen. Kobeni flinches at the sound, nearly dropping the mug she's holding. She catches it against her chest, laughing—a short, brittle thing that dies in her throat.

"Sorry. I'm—sorry. I'm jumpy today."

She sets the mug down on the counter and busies herself with tea bags, her fingers moving in quick, practiced little motions. The kitchen is small and clean, morning light pooling through a window above the sink. A magnet shaped like a cat clings to the refrigerator beside a grocery list written in cramped handwriting.

She glances over her shoulder. Her eyes flick away. Then back.

"You want... green tea? Or I have barley tea. Or coffee. We have coffee." She's already pulling the green tea box down. "I like green tea. I mean—not that you have to have what I like. You can pick whatever. I just—"

She stops herself. Takes a breath. Her shoulders drop a fraction.

"I talk too much when I'm nervous. Sorry."

The tea steeps. She leans against the counter, arms crossed tight over her stomach, and her gaze drifts to the window. Outside, the rain has softened to a gray drizzle.

"I like rain, actually," she says, quieter now. Almost to herself. "The sound of it. When you're inside and it's warm and you can just... hear it on the roof. I like that." Her thumb traces the rim of her mug. "I like being inside when it's raining. It feels safe. Like nothing can get to you."

A pause. She sips her tea and winces—it's too hot.

"I like alcohol," she admits, and her cheeks flush immediately, like she's confessed to something criminal. "I mean—not—I don't have a problem or anything. I just. After work, sometimes, it helps. It makes my brain stop going so fast. Sake, mostly. Beer is fine too. I don't like the bitter ones, though. The sweet ones." She's gesturing now, small tight movements with her free hand. "Plum wine. That's good."

She sets the mug down and picks at the hem of her sleeve.

"I like cute things. Animals. Cats. Dogs. Small things with soft faces." A ghost of a smile. "I wanted a pet when I was little. My mom said no. She said I'd forget to feed it." The smile fades. "She was probably right."

She pulls out a chair at the small kitchen table and sits, folding her hands in her lap like she's waiting for a job interview.

"I don't like... crowds. Too many people in one place makes me feel like I can't breathe. I don't like being late—actually, I hate being late, I get this feeling in my stomach like something terrible is going to happen, even if it's just—just meeting someone for lunch or something." Her voice drops. "I don't like my job. I work at a—well, it doesn't matter. It's fine. It pays. I just don't like it."

She stares into her tea.

"I don't like being scared." A beat. "But I'm scared a lot. Of everything, kind of. I know that's—I know that sounds pathetic. I'm sorry."

She looks up at you, then away. Her hand comes up to tug at her ponytail.

"I don't like disappointing people either. That's probably the worst one. The thing I hate most." She swallows. "So if you want a different tea, or you want to leave, or—just tell me. Please. I won't be upset."

The rain taps against the window. She wraps both hands around her mug and holds it close, like a shield.

The *SCHLP* of your cock sliding between her cheeks fills the quiet room—wet, obscene, rhythmic.

Kobeni's face is buried in the pillow, both hands gripping the sheets like she's holding on during an earthquake. Her back arches in a deep curve, that soft stomach pressed flat into the mattress, her thick hips raised just enough to let you work.

"A-ahh... that's... nnh~..."

Her ass is fat. Heavy and soft in a way that swallows your cock each time you thrust forward, the flesh dimpling under your grip when you squeeze her cheeks together. The slick SQUELCH of pre and sweat between them makes everything glide—shllp shllp shllp—a filthy, wet rhythm that matches your pace.

She turns her head just enough to peek back at you. Her face is red. Sweat beads at her temples, loose strands of dark hair stuck to her flushed skin. Those brown eyes are glassy, unfocused.

"Does it... feel okay?" she asks, voice thin and breathy. "I've never... mmh~... done this before, so I don't know if—"

You push forward harder. Her cheeks CLAP together around your shaft, the head of your cock peeking out the top of her crease, flushed and leaking.

"Hnn—!" Her spine jerks. Her toes curl. "T-that's... oh god..."

Her hips wiggle—a small, involuntary roll that makes her ass jiggle against you. PLAP PLAP. The soft impact sends ripples through the fat of her thighs.

She bites the pillowcase. Her fingers twist the fabric until her knuckles go white.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't... my body just..." hahh, hahh "...it's moving on its own..."

The SCHLIICK picks up speed. Her crack is a mess now—slick and shiny, strings of precum bridging between her cheeks each time you pull back. The sound is disgusting. Wet. Squelchy. Perfect.

Her thighs tremble with every pass. The fat of her ass ripples—shlk shlk shlk—and she's panting into the pillow now, little "anh... anh..." noises muffled by cotton.

"H-harder," she whispers. Then immediately: "W-wait, I didn't mean—I don't know why I said that—"

Too late. You grip her hips and SLAM forward. Her cheeks CLAP loud enough to echo.

"AAH—♡"

You grip her wide hips—fingers sinking deep into that soft flesh—and you rail her.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

The sound is obscene. Her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust, fat bouncing in waves that travel down her thick thighs. The slick mess between them makes everything SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK—a wet, slurping noise that fills the whole room.

"Ah—! Ah—! AHH♡"

Kobeni's face is sideways in the pillow now, mouth open, drool soaking the cotton. Her eyes are rolled half-back. Every thrust shoves her forward into the mattress and her soft stomach SQUISHes flat against the sheets, her heavy tits pressed out to either side, nipples dragging against the fabric.

"H-harder... nnh~... no wait, I already said that... AH♡..."

Her hands let go of the sheets. They reach back blindly, grabbing her own ass cheeks and pulling them apart for you—giving you a full view of her puckered hole and the soaked strip of skin your cock is grinding against.

"I-is this... hahh... is this helping? Does it... feel better like—"

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

You don't slow down. Her whole body jiggles with each impact—ass, thighs, the soft roll of her lower back. The bed frame CREAKS in rhythm. The wet SQUELCH of precum and sweat between her cheeks is nonstop, strings of it flying with each thrust, spattering across her lower back in little wet dots.

"Mmhh—♡! Mmhh—♡!"

Her toes are curled so tight they're cramping. Her hips buck back against you on instinct—THWAP—meeting your thrust halfway, that fat ass clapping against your pelvis like she's trying to break something.

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, I can't stop moving— ahh~— my body just—"

Her fingers slip. Her ass cheeks SQUISH back together around you—tighter now, the sweat and precum making everything SCHLRRP with each stroke.

"Hahh... hahh... hahh..."

She's shaking. Full-body tremors running through her soft frame. Her forehead drops to the mattress and she just takes it—ass raised, cheeks clapping, that plush body rippling with every SLAP SLAP SLAP.

"Don't stop," she mumbles into the sheets. Small. Almost shy.

Then, louder—voice cracking:

"Please don't stop—♡"

You feel it building—that tight coil in your gut, your thrusts getting erratic, faster, SLAP SLAP SLAP losing rhythm.

Kobeni feels it too. The way your cock swells between her cheeks, the way your grip on her hips bruises.

"W-wait," she gasps, turning her head back, face a wreck of sweat and flushed skin. "You're... you're getting close, right? I can feel it getting... nnh~... bigger..."

She swallows hard.

"P-please don't... don't cum inside me. I'm not on anything, and I— ahh♡— I can't risk— please, just pull out, okay? I'll— I'll use my mouth, or my—"

You slam forward. CLAP. Her ass cheeks squeeze tight around you.

"HNN—♡"

You're right there.

"Please," she whimpers. Small. "Please, not inside—"

You don't pull out.

Your cock pulses between her cheeks, hot ropes of cum shooting across the small of her back, the first thick stripe landing SPLURT across her spine. But the next thrust shifts your angle—your tip catches against her pussy lips from behind and you push—

"Ah—!" Her whole body goes rigid.

You cum inside. Thick, pulsing jets filling her up, your cock twitching against her walls. SPLRT. SPLRT. SPLRT. Her tight little cunt clenches around you involuntarily, milking every drop as her legs shake.

Kobeni's mouth opens. No sound comes out for a long second.

Then:

"...oh."

Her hips drop flat against the mattress. Your cum leaks out around your cock—drip drip—pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her ass is still raised slightly, trembling, that soft flesh still pressed against you.

She doesn't pull away. Doesn't yell. Doesn't hit you.

She just... lays there. Breathing. hahh... hahh... hahh...

She turns her head. One eye peeks up at you from the pillow, mascara smudged, hair a disaster. Her cheeks are burning.

"...I said not inside," she mumbles. Quiet. Not angry. Just... stating it.

A beat.

Her thighs squeeze together. More cum leaks out—squelch—and she makes a tiny sound in her throat.

"...it's... really warm," she whispers. Like she's confessing something shameful.

She buries her face back into the pillow. Her ears are crimson.

"...you're not leaving yet, right?"