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Sachiko x Kirari - Dominance

*TW - heavy bdsm, toys, blood, rough sex, hitting, degradation with a little hint of a praise kink*

SACHIKO POV:

I grab my girlfriend, Kirari, by the throat and shove her into a wall, placing a rough kiss on her blue painted lips. Kirari and I have been together since she took my student council seat away from me. And ever since our rivalry began, she would make me breathless watching her gamble and conduct her own house pet system. Watching her total disregard for humans makes my body ache for her touch, but there is one problem, were both dominant, so our sex life is very, shall we say, fiery.

Kirari kisses me back roughly, almost volatile, as she shoves her tongue down my throat battling for dominance through our spit and heavy breathing. She moves her knee in between my legs and up against my heat, making me slightly grind against her as her hands grab at my blazer's buttons trying to rip it off to expose my white undershirt.

I grab her hand trying to remove my blazer roughly, I pin it over her head on the walls with one of my hands, "Such a grabby little slut you are today, President." I say that last word with mere distaste and malice as I remove my lips from her own. She fights to remove her hand from my grasp, but it is only met with my hands tightening around her wrist. I look down at the smaller girl's lips, slightly apart, her nostrils flare as her eyes begin ripping daggers into my own, this look, mmmm this look. She's filled with hatred, as she hates when I degrade the little slut, no one talks down to the big bad Momobami bitch in charge. 

I lean in and bite her bottom lip roughly as she attempts to move her head to break the contact. Her eyes roll back slightly, but keep the hatred in them towards me. I let go of her lip and it is slightly bleeding, she licks her lips and tastes the copper, making her eyes flutter, her chest still rising and falling quickly under my grasp.

"Do not speak to your superior like that, you has been." Kirari raises her eyebrow, her voice is venom in my veins, she makes my blood boil when she degrades me, I am nothing to be spoken down upon. Her knee raises to make contact again, and despite my mind not wanting her to win with this action, I buck my hips slightly, amazed at the feeling, knowing I have the President at her most vulnerable stage and I'm rubbing myself on her.

I cannot let her win, with my free hand I slap her on her cheek and grab her chin roughly in my hand, slightly leaving my mouth agape, lifting my chin as a subtle way to assume more dominance over the woman fighting in my grasp, I take my tongue and glide it over my teeth, watching the Momobami in my hand's heart have a spasm, she's such a slut for my tongue though she will never admit it.

I tilt my head to the side, "You may be the President, but it looks like I am in charge." I snear. Knowing I've really riled the woman up now.

Her eyes flash ice cold and soon her wrath follows. The knee I was grinding on forced itself upwards so harsh that my grip let go due to the pain. The shorter girl took the opportunity to break her hands out of my grasp and shove me harshly on the bed that was behind us. She straddles my hips and pins my hands under her knees so I am completely helpless.

Kirari begins grinding on my hips, which are moving in sync with mine. She takes one of her hands to wipe the blood dribbling from where I bit her, she looks at the blood on her finger, then looks down at me, "Tsk, tsk, harming the President, I will be sure to see you pay." Kirari never stops grinding, she leans down and places a gentle kiss on my lips, and continues to unbutton my blazer. I can feel the woman's hands fighting the buttons on my white button up that is under their red blazer. She gets done with the buttons and moves the cloth away from my body to expose my black lace bra and my fair and toned upper body.

Kirari's eyes gape at my exposed flesh, she was too stunned to speak. "Do you like what you see, Madam President?" I playfully add as I watch her cold vibrant blue eyes meet my fiery red ones. Kirari grabbed my neck and squeezed, she leaned down and whispered into my ear, "Stay here, you little slut."

Kirari jumps off of me and goes to the drawer and pulls out a couple items. Fuzzy handcuffs, lube, a strap on, and a vibrator. As she makes her way to the bed. When she gets close to me, I grab her by her waist and slam her on the bed. "I don't follow orders very well, remember?" I take off my shirt and blazer all the way and begin undoing Kirari's iconic Presidential blazer.

"Get off of me, right now." Kirari fights against my body, but to no avail. I get done taking off the women's blazer and reveal her giant tits, barely held in by an aqua blue lace bra, and below that her toned stomach. You can see the outline of her abs, but it's not very prominent. I let my hands explore her stomach and collarbones.