"You hit like my grandmother after her third whiskey sour," Asuka spat, wiping blood from her split lip with the back of her glove. The arena lights burned hot against her sweat-slicked skin as she circled Paul Phoenix, his blonde hair gleaming under the spotlights. Her ribs screamed where his Phoenix Smasher had landed, three cracked, maybe four, but she grinned through the pain. "That all you got, old man?"
Paul chuckled, rolling his shoulders as the crowd roared. "Kid, you've got spirit, but spirit don't win tournaments." He feinted left, then drove a piston-like jab toward her solar plexus. Asuka twisted, feeling the air rush past her belly as the punch grazed her already bruised flesh. Her counter, a snap kick aimed at his knee and connected, but Paul barely flinched. "Cute," he muttered, catching her ankle mid-air.
The world tilted as he flipped her onto the mat. Breath exploded from her lungs as her back hit the canvas, the impact vibrating through her bones. Through the haze, she saw the referee's hand rise, one second. Two. Her vision swam, but she could still hear Lili's shrill voice from the front row: "Get up, you peasant!" Asuka's fingers dug into the mat, her muscles trembling as she forced herself onto one elbow. Paul's shadow loomed over her, his stance relaxed. "Stay down," he advised, wiping sweat from his brow. "You're outclassed."
"Bullshit," Asuka growled. Her body felt like molten lead, but the fire in her chest burned hotter. She rolled onto her knees, tasting copper, then lunged, not at Paul, but at the ropes, using their rebound to launch herself feet-first toward his chest. The crowd erupted as her boots connected, sending him staggering back. "Still think I'm outclassed?" she panted, swaying on her feet.
Paul rubbed his sternum, eyes narrowing. Then, to her surprise, he laughed. "Alright, kid. Let's make this interesting." He shed his gloves, tossing them aside. The audience gasped.
"You're done," Asuka said, but her legs wobbled. Blood dripped from her nose onto her jumpsuit's swallow emblem. Paul lunged, no feints this time, his fist a blur aimed straight for her jaw. She barely slipped it, his knuckles scraping her cheekbone. The crowd's roar was a physical thing, vibrating in her molars.
"Still dancing?" Paul taunted, but she saw it, the microsecond his stance faltered. His ribs. She'd hurt him more than he let on.
Asuka exhaled through her teeth. Then she moved, not Kazama style, but something raw, instinctive. Her palm struck his solar plexus, fingers hooking under his ribs where they'd give. Paul's breath left him in a shocked grunt. She didn't stop. Her knee found his gut, then her elbow his temple. He crumpled. The bell rang. The arena went silent. Then, chaos.
Lili's scream pierced through. "Impossible!"
Asuka stared at her trembling hands. Paul groaned at her feet. Her vision tunneled. She'd...won? The ref raised her arm. Her knees buckled, but she was laughing, even as the medics rushed toward them both. "Told you," she slurred, "grandma hits harder."
The crowd's roar crested like a tidal wave, but one voice cut through, Honoka's squeal, high-pitched and frantic. "ASUKAAAA!" Then impact. Warmth. Softness crushing against her aching ribs. Honoka's arms wrapped around her neck, her salmon-pink hair tickling Asuka's cheek. She smelled like strawberry shampoo and sweat. "You were amazing! Like, super-duper wow! I almost peed myself!"
Asuka's pulse jackhammered. Honoka's thigh pressed between her legs, accidental, probably, but her body didn't care. Heat flooded her cheeks. "Y-you're squishing me, idiot." Her voice cracked.
Honoka pulled back just enough to beam at her. Their noses brushed. Asuka's breath hitched at the smudge of Honoka's pink lip gloss, the way her oversized blazer slipped off one shoulder. "Oopsie! But you're so..." Honoka's gaze dropped to Asuka's split lip. She bit her own. "Pretty when you're all beat up."
Silence.
Asuka's stomach flipped. Did she mean?
Then Honoka giggled, slapping her own forehead. "Ah! That sounded creepy!" She buried her face in Asuka's collarbone, muffling, "I just really like you, okay?"
Asuka's ribs throbbed, but her fingers curled into Honoka's blazer. "Dummy," she whispered, "I like you too."
(Outside the arena a hour later.)
Honoka pulls a blindfolded Asuka down the sidewalk. The King of Iron Fist championship belt around Asuka's waist. Asuka had no clue where her best friend is taking her. "Where are we going?" Asuka asks as Honoka pulls her along.
"It's a surprise!" Honoka giggles as she leads Asuka into the hotel. Asuka feels the air conditioning hit her skin as they step inside.
The elevator doors slide shut behind them, trapping them in intimate silence. Honoka presses close, her breath warm against Asuka's neck as she whispers, "You trust me, right?"
Asuka's pulse jumps, she can smell Honoka's strawberry shampoo mixed with the faint sweat from the arena, can feel the way Honoka's fingers tremble slightly where they grip her wrist. "Obviously, idiot," Asuka mutters, but her throat is dry. The elevator chimes.
Honoka guides her forward, carpet underfoot now, plush and quiet, then stops. A keycard beeps. The door clicks open. "Okay..." Honoka's voice is suddenly shy, almost nervous. Her hands fumble with the blindfold knot. "Don't laugh." The fabric falls away, and Asuka blinks at the suite: rose petals scattered across the king-size bed, champagne chilling in a silver bucket, the skyline of Osaka glittering beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Honoka bites her lip, rocking on her heels. "I, um, maybe went overboard?"
Asuka's jaw drops. Her eyes dart from the towering chocolate-dipped strawberries to the silk kimono draped over the armchair, custom embroidered with swallows to match her jumpsuit. "Honoka," she breathes, "this is... how much did you..."
"Grandma's inheritance money!" Honoka blurts, then claps both hands over her mouth, eyes widening like she hadn't meant to say that. "Not all of it!" she amends through her fingers, cheeks flaming. "Just... the part I was saving for a scooter."
Asuka's stomach knots. She grabs Honoka's wrists, tugging her hands down. "You idiot," she whispers, but her thumbs stroke the delicate bones beneath Honoka's gloves. The skull-and-crossbones emblem winks up at her. "You could've bought ten scooters."
Honoka giggles, breath hitching when Asuka's fingers tighten. "But then who'd carry you home after fights?" Her eyes dart to the champagne. "Besides, you're... worth it." The last word cracks, her blush deepening to match her hair.
Asuka's pulse thrums in her fingertips. She pulls Honoka into a crushing hug, burying her nose in that ridiculous half-ponytail. "Dummy," she mutters against Honoka's scalp, inhaling strawberries and adrenaline. Honoka squeaks as Asuka's ribs press into her softer curves, but her arms circle Asuka's waist, clinging like ivy.
"Y-you're squishing me again," Honoka giggles, breath hot through the thin fabric of Asuka's jumpsuit. Her nose brushes Asuka's collarbone, leaving trails of fire where skin meets sweat-damp polyester. "But I don't mind."
Asuka exhales shakily. "Worth it, huh?" Her fingers find Honoka's chin, tilting it up until their lips hover a breath apart. Honoka's pupils dilate, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lip gloss.
"Change into the kimono," Honoka whispers, nudging Asuka toward the bathroom where the silk lies folded. "The one on the chair." Her own fingers pluck at the blazer's skull-and-crossbones buttons. "I've got... a matching one. In the closet." The admission slithers between them, loaded as a cocked pistol.
Asuka's breath catches. She watches Honoka shuffle backward, hips swaying deliberately, until the closet door clicks shut behind her. The sudden absence of Honoka's warmth prickles like phantom limbs. Asuka stumbles toward the bathroom, fingers trembling on her jumpsuit's zipper. The mirror fogs with her uneven breaths. The kimono slithers over her bruises like liquid night, the embroidered swallows fluttering against her thighs with each unsteady step back toward the bed, toward whatever waits in that closet, in that dizzying space between friendship and something hotter.
Some time later, both girls had ordered a pizza to their hotel suite. Eating it and some of the chocolate covered strawberries. Both of their very short kimonos show off their shapely legs from the thighs down. Honoka's is pink, while Asuka's is blue. Both girls are singing karaoke together in a duet. They are singing Owarinai Yume from Inuyasha together.
Honoka giggles as she misses a high note, bumping her hip against Asuka's. "You're so much better at this than me!" she whines, but her grin is electric, her fingers tightening around the microphone as she sways off-beat.
Asuka snorts, reaching over to flick Honoka's nose. "Only 'cause you keep looking at me instead of the screen, dummy." Her own voice wavers when Honoka's thigh brushes hers, the silk of their kimonos whispering against each other like a secret.
Honoka leans in, her breath warm and sweet with strawberry soda. "But you're prettier than the screen," she murmurs, just loud enough to drown out the backing track. The words hang between them, sticky and deliberate, before she twirls away with a laugh, leaving Asuka's pulse stuttering in her throat.
Asuka's eyes widen and she blushes deeply, chuckling nervously and rubbing the back of her neck. "H-hey, cut it out, you're being weird again..."
Honoka gulps, her fingers twisting in the hem of her kimono as she steps closer, her voice trembling. "No, I... I can't just joke about this anymore. You're... you're incredible, Asuka. The way you never back down, even when you're bleeding, or how you'll fight anyone who looks at a kid wrong..." Her breath hitches as she reaches out, her thumb brushing the fading bruise on Asuka's cheekbone. "And your lips... they're always so... so soft-looking, even when they're split open."
Her hand trails down, skimming Asuka's collarbone, then lower, tracing the curve of her bicep. "Your legs," Honoka continues, voice thick, "they're so strong, like, you could crush watermelons between them, not that I've thought about it! But also so smooth..." Her palm glides over Asuka's hip, fingers dipping into the hollow there. "And your hips, god, the way they move when you fight..." She flushes violently, her other hand hovering over Asuka's ass. "And this... this is so unfair, how do you even walk with this? It's like, a weapon?"
The microphone slips from Asuka's grip, thudding onto the carpet as Honoka's breath fans hot over her chest. "And your... your b-breasts," Honoka stammers, her pinky accidentally grazing the swell of one through the kimono's gap. "They're... they're perfect. Like, C-cup perfect. And when you fight, they..." She makes a helpless little noise, her forehead thumping against Asuka's sternum. "I'm gonna combust."
Asuka's hands hover awkwardly before settling on Honoka's waist, her pulse rabbiting where their bodies press together. "You... you've been thinking about my... my breasts?" she croaks, the words strangled. Honoka nods miserably into her chest, her ponytail tickling Asuka's chin. "Since when?"
"Since always," Honoka whines, her voice muffled by silk and flesh. "Since the first time you threw me over your shoulder in the dojo and I saw them up close and... oh god, I said that out loud." She stiffens, then peeks up through her lashes, her lips glossy and parted. "Are you mad?"
Asuka's throat clicks. "I... I think I'm flattered?" Her fingers tighten on Honoka's waist, her own body thrumming with something reckless. "But you... you're such a dumbass for saying all that when I'm wearing this stupid kimono and you're..." Her voice cracks as Honoka's knee nudges between her thighs. "You're gonna kill me."
Honoka giggles, high and nervous, her fingers skating up Asuka's ribs. "Not before you tell me what you think about my D-cups," she teases, but her breath catches when Asuka's grip on her waist turns bruising.
"You wanna play that game?" Asuka rasps, her thumbs hooking under Honoka's kimono sash. "Fine. Your laugh... it's stupidly loud, and it makes my chest hurt, but I still wanna hear it every damn day." Her nose bumps Honoka's, their lips hovering a hair's breadth apart. "Your lips... they're always smeared with that gross strawberry gloss, and I've spent way too much time imagining how they'd taste."
Honoka whimpers, her hips jerking forward as Asuka's knee nudges between her thighs. "A-Asuka..."
"Shut up," Asuka growls, her palm sliding down Honoka's thigh, silk bunching under her fingers. "Your legs... they're shorter than mine, but they wrap around my waist perfectly when I pick you up after fights." Her teeth graze Honoka's earlobe. "Your hips... they're wider than they look in that dumb blazer, and I've dreamed about digging my fingers into them while you..."
Honoka's moan cuts her off, raw and punched-out, as Asuka's hand cups her ass through the kimono. "God, your ass... it's so fucking round, I nearly broke my neck staring at it during the tournament weigh-ins."
Asuka's voice drops to a wrecked whisper as her other hand finally, finally brushes the swell of Honoka's breast. "And these... Christ, Honoka, they're so soft I wanna die." Honoka's answering gasp is swallowed as Asuka crashes their mouths together, tasting strawberry gloss and champagne and something infinitely sweeter.
Their teeth click, awkward and fumbling, before Honoka whines and bites Asuka's lower lip just hard enough to sting. "Wait," she pants against Asuka's mouth, fingers tangled in dark brown hair, "we've never... I mean, what if I'm..."
"Terrible?" Asuka growls, dragging Honoka backward until the backs of her thighs hit the bed. "Join the club." Her thumbs trace frantic circles over Honoka's nipples through the silk, watching them pebble under the fabric. "Just tell me if it sucks."
Honoka's answering laugh is breathless as she topples onto the mattress, dragging Asuka down with her. "It won't," she promises, her voice cracking as Asuka's knee presses between her thighs. "Not with you."
Asuka's fingers tremble on the sash of Honoka's kimono, the silk slipping through her grip like water. "You're sure?" she murmurs against Honoka's jaw, her breath hitching when Honoka arches into her touch.
"God, yes," Honoka whines, her hands fumbling with Asuka's own sash until the fabric parts, revealing the curve of her stomach, the dip of her hips. "Please, Asuka, I..."
The rest of her words dissolve into a gasp as Asuka finally peels the kimono open, her breath catching at the sight of Honoka's pink lace bra, the delicate bows at the center of each cup straining against the weight of her breasts. "Holy shit," Asuka chokes out, her fingers hovering over the lace like it might burn her. "You've been wearing this all night?"
Honoka giggles nervously, her cheeks flushing as she reaches up to trace the embroidery on Asuka's own kimono. "Only since the fight," she admits, biting her lip. "I wanted to surprise you."
Asuka groans, her forehead dropping to Honoka's collarbone as she inhales the scent of strawberries and sweat. "Mission accomplished," she mutters, her fingers finally skimming the lace, tracing the swell of Honoka's breasts where they spill over the cups. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."
Honoka shivers under her touch, her hips canting upward as Asuka's thumb brushes over her nipple through the fabric. "You too," she breathes, her hands sliding beneath Asuka's kimono to skim the warm skin of her back. "Always."
Asuka's laugh is ragged as she leans down to capture Honoka's lips again, her fingers finally slipping beneath the lace to cup the soft weight of her breasts. "Shut up," she murmurs against her mouth, her thumb circling Honoka's nipple until she arches off the bed with a whimper. "Let me take care of you."
Honoka's answering moan is muffled by Asuka's kiss, her hands clutching at Asuka's shoulders as she gasps, "Yes, yes, please..."
Asuka's fingers knead Honoka's breasts with rough desperation, her thumbs brushing over stiffening nipples under the lace. "God, they're even softer than I imagined," she growls, her voice thick with want as Honoka arches into her touch. "How do you even fight with these things? They're fucking lethal."
Honoka giggles breathlessly, her fingers fumbling with the sash of Asuka's kimono. "I don't know, but I want yours out too," she whines, tugging at the fabric until it slips from Asuka's shoulders. Her breath hitches when she sees the plain black sports bra beneath. "Oh," she murmurs, tracing the strap with reverence. "You're so... practical."
Asuka flushes, her grip tightening involuntarily on Honoka's breasts. "Shut up, yours are just... unfairly sexy," she mutters, but Honoka is already pulling her down, her lips finding the sensitive skin below Asuka's ear.
"Yours are perfect," Honoka breathes, her fingers slipping beneath the sports bra to finally, finally cup Asuka's breasts. "Just like you."
Asuka shudders, her hips grinding involuntarily against Honoka's thigh as their bodies slot together, skin to skin, breath to breath. "D-don't say cheesy shit like that," she stammers, but her hands are already pulling Honoka closer, her mouth finding hers in a kiss that tastes like strawberries and promise.
"Mm, but it's true," Honoka murmurs against her lips, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric of Asuka's bra, tracing the swell of her breasts with a reverence that makes Asuka's pulse stutter. "Your breasts are perfect, like, handful perfect," she continues, her voice thick with want as she cups them fully, her thumbs brushing over taut nipples. "And when you fight, they... they bounce just right, and I swear I've lost matches just 'cause I couldn't stop staring."
Asuka groans, her forehead dropping to Honoka's shoulder as she sucks a bruise into the delicate skin of her neck, her own hands kneading Honoka's breasts with rough desperation. "Fuck, Honoka," she growls, her teeth scraping over Honoka's pulse point, "you're gonna make me obsessed with these things." Her fingers squeezing the soft breasts . "Gonna need to get my hands on them at least once a day."
Honoka giggles, breathless and bright, her fingers also squeezing Asuka's breasts as she arches into her touch. "Promise I'll wear nothing but outfits that make it easy for you," she whispers, her voice trembling as Asuka's thumbs brush her bare nipples. "N-no buttons, no zippers, just... just you and me and... oh!" Her gasp is sharp as Asuka finally unhooks her bra, the lace slipping away to reveal flushed skin, the peaks of her breasts stiff with want.
Asuka exhales shakily, her hands trembling as she cups Honoka's bare breasts, the weight of them warm and perfect in her palms. "God, you're beautiful," she murmurs, her voice rough with need as she leans down to capture a nipple between her lips, Honoka's answering moan vibrating against her tongue. "So fucking beautiful."
Honoka arches off the bed with a shuddering cry as Asuka's mouth seals around her right nipple, her fingers tangling in brown hair to hold her there. "A-Asuka, your tongue... oh god, it's so..." Her words fracture into a gasp as Asuka swirls her tongue in tight circles, alternating between slow, wet sucks and sharp little nips that send electric jolts straight to Honoka's clit.
"You taste like strawberries," Asuka growls against her skin, her free hand kneading Honoka's other breast roughly, thumb flicking the neglected nipple until it pebbles under her touch. "Fuck, you're so responsive... every time I suck harder, your hips twitch like this..." She demonstrates, biting down just enough to make Honoka shriek and accidentally clamp her thighs around Asuka's ribs, her fingers reflexively squeezing Asuka's breasts through her sports bra.
"W-wait, I didn't mean to..." Honoka babbles, but Asuka just moans, her own hips grinding down against the mattress as Honoka's desperate grip on her breasts sends sparks through her nerves. "You... you like that?" Honoka breathes, her voice dazed, her thumbs experimentally circling Asuka's nipples through the fabric.
The answering snarl is feral as Asuka switches breasts, her teeth scraping Honoka's left nipple before sucking it deep into her mouth, her tongue fluttering against the stiff peak. Honoka's back bows off the bed with a shattered cry, her hands flying to Asuka's shoulders, then lower, nails raking down her spine as her orgasm crashes over her without warning, her thighs clamping around Asuka's waist as she soaks through her panties with a broken whimper.
Asuka freezes, her lips still wrapped around Honoka's nipple, her own breath coming in ragged pants against slick skin. "Did you just..." she starts, pulling back to stare at Honoka's flushed, tear-streaked face, her blown pupils, the way her chest heaves with oversensitive aftershocks.
Honoka covers her face with trembling hands, her voice muffled and mortified. "I-I didn't know that could happen!"
Asuka's laugh is dark and delighted as she licks a stripe up Honoka's sternum, tasting salt and victory. "Neither did I," she admits, her fingers tracing the damp spot on Honoka's panties with smug fascination. "Guess we're both full of surprises tonight."
Honoka's pout is adorably indignant, her cheeks flushed cherry-red as she props herself up on her elbows. "You're not allowed to tease me about this," she huffs, her lower lip jutting out just enough to make Asuka's teeth ache with the urge to bite it. "Not when your stupid sports bra is still on and I'm... like this."
Asuka's smirk is pure sin as she leans in, her breath hot against Honoka's ear. "Oh, I'm gonna tease you forever," she purrs, her thumbs flicking Honoka's nipples just to watch her shudder. "Gonna suck these perfect tits whenever I want now that I know they make you come undone." Her teeth graze Honoka's earlobe. "Gonna ruin you."
With a growl, Honoka surges upward, her fingers hooking under the hem of Asuka's bra with surprising strength. The fabric snaps free with a sharp twang, and suddenly Asuka's breasts are bare, Honoka's mouth already sealing over one stiff nipple with a desperate whimper. The shock of wet heat makes Asuka gasp, her hands flying to Honoka's hair as that clever tongue swirls in tight, maddening circles. "F-fuck," she chokes out, her knees buckling as Honoka sucks hard, her free hand kneading the other breast with rough, eager strokes.
Honoka's answering hum vibrates against her skin, her teeth scraping just shy of pain before she pulls back with a wet pop, her lips glossy and swollen. "Payback," she breathes, her thumb brushing Asuka's spit-slick nipple as she leans in again, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And I'm just getting started."
Asuka's fingers twitch against Honoka's hips, her pulse thundering in her ears as she slides her hands lower, her thumbs hooking into the waistband of Honoka's soaked panties. "These are fucking useless now," she growls, her breath hitching when Honoka bucks against her touch. "Gonna tear them off... unless you wanna keep them?"
Honoka's laugh is breathless. "Rip them," she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed as Asuka yanks the lace down her thighs. "I'll buy ten more tomorrow... ah!" The last word fractures into a whimper as Asuka's fingers brush the slick heat between her legs, her thighs trembling at the first deliberate stroke. "Oh god, your hands... they're so..."
"Rough?" Asuka murmurs, her thumb circling Honoka's clit in slow, maddening arcs while her middle finger teases the tight furl of her entrance, the pad of her fingertip catching on the delicate resistance of Honoka's hymen. "Too much?"
Honoka shakes her head violently, her fingers knotting in the sheets as her back arches. "N-no, just... please, Asuka, I need..." Her words dissolve into a moan as Asuka's finger presses deeper, the stretch sharp and sweet, the heat of her almost unbearable. "There, right there... oh fuck..."
Asuka's breath comes in ragged bursts, her own hips grinding against nothing as she watches Honoka unravel beneath her, the way her walls flutter around her finger, the way her chest heaves with each shaky exhale. "Jesus, you're tight," she grits out, her free hand pinning Honoka's hip to the bed as she crooks her finger, searching for..."There." The broken sob that tears from Honoka's throat is answer enough. "That's it, let me feel you."
Honoka's hands claw at the sheets, her thighs trembling as she arches into Asuka's touch, her voice cracking on a whimper. "More, please, I... I can take it," she gasps, her hips stuttering forward as Asuka adds a second finger, the stretch sharp and slick, her body resisting before yielding with a shudder. "Oh god, oh god, it's so..."
"Tell me," Asuka growls, her lips brushing Honoka's earlobe as she scissors her fingers, the heat of her almost unbearable. "Tell me how it feels."
"Full," Honoka chokes out, her nails biting into Asuka's wrist as her muscles clench around the intrusion. "Like... like you're everywhere, like I can't even breathe without feeling you..." Her words shatter into a cry as Asuka twists her wrist, her thumb circling Honoka's clit in rough, uneven strokes. "Fuck, Asuka, I'm gonna..."
Asuka swallows her moan with a bruising kiss, her tongue mimicking the thrust of her fingers as she pushes a third inside, the resistance fleeting before Honoka's body gives way with a wet gasp, her thighs clamping around Asuka's wrist as she comes with a sob, her back bowing off the bed. "That's it," Asuka murmurs against her lips, her fingers stilling as Honoka's walls pulse around her. "Take it. Take all of me."
Honoka whimpers, her hands fluttering from Asuka's shoulders to her own breasts, squeezing them clumsily as aftershocks wrack her body. "W-wait, don't stop yet," she pleads, her voice ragged, her hips twitching against Asuka's palm. "I need... more, I need..."
Asuka withdraws her fingers with a slow, deliberate drag, watching Honoka's face contort at the loss before bringing them to her lips, her tongue curling around her own slick digits with a low hum. "Fuck," she breathes, the taste flooding her senses, sweet and musky, salt and strawberries. "You're delicious."
Honoka's pupils dilate further, her fingers suddenly hooking into the waistband of Asuka's panties with surprising strength. "My turn," she rasps, her voice thick with need as she yanks them down in one sharp motion, her palm skimming the damp curls between Asuka's thighs. "Oh," she exhales, her touch featherlight over Asuka's clit, the contact electric. "You're so wet for me."
Asuka's breath stutters as Honoka's finger slip lower, circling her entrance with teasing strokes before pushing inside with a single, smooth thrust, the stretch sharp and perfect. "Fuck!" she gasps, her nails biting into Honoka's shoulders as her hips jerk forward, the unfamiliar fullness stealing her breath. "Honoka, I've never..."
"I know," Honoka whispers, her lips brushing Asuka's temple as her finger crook just so, the pressure building with each slow, deep stroke. "Let me ruin you too."
Asuka's thighs clamp around Honoka's wrist, her breath coming in ragged bursts as Honoka's thumb circles her clit in rough, uneven strokes. "F-fuck, your fingers... so much..." The words shatter into a whimper as Honoka adds a second digit, the stretch sharp and perfect, her body resisting before yielding with a wet gasp. "Oh god, don't stop, don't..."
"Look at you," Honoka breathes, her free hand kneading Asuka's bouncing ass as she rides her fingers, her hips stuttering forward with each thrust. "So greedy for it." She presses her lips to Asuka's collarbone, her teeth scraping the sweat-slick skin as she pushes a third finger inside, the resistance fleeting before Asuka's body gives way with a broken cry. "There you go," Honoka murmurs against her throat, her fingers twisting deeper, "taking me so well."
Asuka's back bows, her fingers gripping on to the sheet as the pressure crests, her vision whiting out at the edges. "Honoka, I'm..." The warning fractures into a sob as Honoka's thumb presses harder against her clit, the orgasm ripping through her like a live wire, her muscles clamping down around Honoka's fingers with a violence that borders on pain. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Honoka watches, transfixed, as Asuka's thighs tremble against her forearm, her own breath hitching at the slick heat pulsing around her fingers. "Oh my god," she breathes, her voice thick with awe as she pulls her fingers free, strands of clear arousal clinging to her skin. "You're... leaking."
Asuka collapses forward with a shudder, her sweat-slick chest pressing against Honoka's, her lips finding Honoka's throat in a clumsy, open-mouthed kiss. "D-didn't know I could..." Her words dissolve into a gasp as Honoka lifts her glistening fingers to her own mouth, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up her palm, tasting the salt-sweet tang of Asuka's release.
"Mmm," Honoka hums, her free hand sliding up Asuka's spine, fingers tangling in her damp hair as she pulls her into a messy, lingering kiss. "You taste even better than I imagined," she murmurs against Asuka's lips, her teeth grazing the swollen flesh as she sucks her own fingers clean with a slow, deliberate drag of her tongue. "Like... victory."
Asuka groans, her hips twitching against Honoka's thigh, her body still thrumming with aftershocks. "You're... insatiable," she pants, her fingers tracing the wetness pooling between Honoka's thighs, her own slick mingling with Honoka's arousal in a glistening mess. "Look what you did." She rubs her thumb through the sticky heat, her breath hitching at Honoka's answering whimper. "Now you're all... sticky."
Honoka giggles, her fingers tangling in Asuka's damp hair as she pulls her into a sloppy kiss, their tongues sliding together in a lazy, wet tangle. "Mmm," she hums against Asuka's lips, her free hand sliding down Asuka's spine to cup her ass, her nails digging into the soft flesh. "You taste like me," she murmurs, her voice husky, her breath warm against Asuka's throat. "And... salt. And sweat." She nips at Asuka's earlobe, her teeth scraping the delicate skin. "I like it."
Asuka stands up on the bed, her thighs trembling slightly from exhaustion and lingering aftershocks, but her smirk is pure confidence. "You look better from this angle," she teases, planting one bare foot on either side of Honoka's curvy thighs, the mattress dipping under her weight. Honoka giggles nervously, her fingers twisting in the sheets as Asuka slowly walks up the bed, each step deliberate, until her feet frame Honoka's flushed face.
"You're... really doing this?" Honoka breathes, her voice cracking as Asuka carefully steps over her head, the heat of her body radiating against Honoka's skin.
"Shut up and open your mouth," Asuka mutters, her own cheeks burning as she lowers herself inch by inch, her wetness glistening just above Honoka's parted lips. The first brush of Honoka's tongue against her makes her gasp, her hands flying to her own hips for balance. "F-fuck, that's..." Her words dissolve into a moan as Honoka's tongue flicks experimentally against her clit, the sensation electric. "Don't stop," she orders, her voice rough, her hips grinding down instinctively.
Below her, Honoka whimpers, her fingers digging into Asuka's thighs as she licks deeper, her tongue swirling in hesitant circles before plunging inside with a desperation that surprises them both. "You taste..." Honoka pants against her, her breath hot and uneven, "...like strawberries and sweat." Asuka groans, her own head dropping forward, her lips finding Honoka's slick folds with equal parts curiosity and hunger. The first lick is tentative, the salt-sharp tang flooding her senses, but the way Honoka arches beneath her, her thighs clamping around Asuka's head, spurs her on.
"Tell me," Asuka growls between licks, her tongue flat and firm against Honoka's clit, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Honoka's hips. "Tell me how it feels." Honoka's answer is a shattered cry, her hips bucking as Asuka's teeth graze her inner thigh, her tongue lapping up the mess they've made.
"Like... lightning," Honoka sobs, her fingers tangled in Asuka's hair, her voice breaking on every syllable. "Like you're everywhere at once."
Asuka's answering laugh is dark, her lips sealing over Honoka's clit in a slow, sucking kiss that has Honoka's back bowing off the bed. "Good," she murmurs against slick skin, her own hips rocking against Honoka's mouth. "Now make me scream."
Honoka whimpers, her fingers digging into Asuka's ass as she surges upward, her tongue plunging deep in a rhythm that matches Asuka's own thrusts. The wet, filthy sounds between them drown out the city's hum below... tongues working in perfect, desperate sync, each gasp swallowed by the other's flesh. "You're so fucking wet," Honoka pants against Asuka's folds. "Tastes like you're gonna..."
"Shut up," Asuka growls, her teeth grazing Honoka's inner thigh as her fingers tighten around Honoka's trembling legs. "Just fucking eat me." Her own tongue flicks hard against Honoka's entrance before driving deep, the salt-bright burst of Honoka's arousal flooding her mouth as Honoka moans around her.
The bedframe creaks beneath their shifting weight, Honoka's nails leaving half-moon indents in Asuka's ass as she pulls her closer, her tongue fucking into Asuka with a roughness that steals her breath. Asuka's thighs shake, she can feel Honoka's climax building in the way her walls flutter against her tongue, in the desperate, wordless noises vibrating against her own soaked flesh. "Close," Honoka gasps, her hips stuttering. "So close..."
"Me too," Asuka snarls, her forehead pressing against Honoka's thigh as pleasure coils tight in her belly. "Together." The last word fractures into a moan as Honoka's teeth graze her clit—the sharp sting tipping her over the edge, her cry muffled against Honoka's skin as Honoka's thighs clamp around her head, her own climax ripping through her with a sob.
They swallow each other's release in ragged, open-mouthed gasps, tongues lapping up the slick mess between them until they're trembling with oversensitivity. Honoka whimpers when Asuka pulls away, her lips glistening. "Still sweet," Asuka murmurs, dragging her thumb through the wetness on Honoka's chin before sucking it clean. "But I'm not done with you yet."
She rolls Honoka onto her back in one fluid motion, her knees slotting between Honoka's thighs as she straddles her hips. The first deliberate grind of their bodies together wrings a broken noise from both of them, Honoka's nails scoring down Asuka's ribs, Asuka's breath hitching at the electric slide of bare, swollen flesh against flesh. "Oh fuck," Honoka whines, her hips jerking up instinctively. "It's... it's different like this..."
"Tighter," Asuka grits out, her hands bracketing Honoka's head as she rolls her hips in slow, filthy circles, the drag of Honoka's clit against her own making her vision blur. "Hotter. Fuck, you feel..." Her words dissolve into a groan as Honoka arches beneath her, their wetness smearing between them in a slick, obscene rhythm. "Look at you," she pants, catching Honoka's wrists and pinning them above her head. "Taking me against you so fucking good."
Honoka's answering moan is choked, her back bowing off the bed as Asuka grinds down harder, the pressure building with each desperate thrust. "A-Asuka, I can't... it's too much..." Her protest fractures into a scream as Asuka bites her collarbone, the sharp pain ricocheting through her like lightning. "Don't stop, don't stop..."
"Which is it?" Asuka growls, her breath scorching against Honoka's throat as she increases her pace, their sweat-slick skin slapping together in a rhythm that makes the headboard slam against the wall. "Want me to ruin you or worship you?" Her hips snap forward, their swollen clits dragging against each other with a friction that borders on painful. "Can't have both, idiot."
"Ruin me," Honoka sobs, her fingers clawing at Asuka's ass when Asuka let her wrists go. She arches into the brutal pace. "W-wait... no, worship me first, then... ah!... then wreck me..." Her words dissolve into incoherence as Asuka's hand slides between them, her thumb pressing down hard on Honoka's clit while her other hand fists in salmon-pink hair.
"Greedy little thing," Asuka murmurs, watching Honoka's breasts jounce with each punishing thrust, the larger orbs bouncing just a fraction more than her own, a detail that sends a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly. "Look at you," she pants, her own voice ragged as Honoka's thighs clamp around her hips. "Taking me like you were made for it."
Honoka's response comes in fractured gasps, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against the sweat-slick sheets. "M-more," she whines, her head thrashing against the pillows, her clit pulsing against Asuka's with each desperate grind. "Please, please..."
"Tell me," Asuka demands, her hips stuttering as Honoka's wetness smears across her thighs, the slick sounds between them obscene in the dim hotel room. "Tell me how bad you want it."
"I'll die," Honoka sobs, her body arching violently as Asuka's fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, the pace relentless now. "I'll actually die if you stop..."
Asuka's answering laugh is dark, her teeth sinking into Honoka's shoulder as she pistons her hips faster, their swollen folds catching with each pass, the friction bordering on painful. "Not stopping," she growls against sweat-salty skin, feeling the telltale flutter of Honoka's walls against her own. "Gonna make you scream."
Honoka's climax hits like a freight train, her back bowing off the bed as she wails, her thighs trembling violently around Asuka's waist. The first spurt of her release splashes hot against Asuka's clit, the sensation sending her crashing over the edge moments later with a guttural cry, her own wetness mingling with Honoka's in a slick mess between them.
For a long moment, the only sounds are their ragged breaths and the distant hum of Osaka's nightlife below. Asuka collapses forward, her forehead pressing against Honoka's heaving chest, her limbs leaden with exhaustion. "Fuck," she mutters into the valley between Honoka's breasts, her voice hoarse. "That was..."
Honoka's fingers card gently through her damp hair, her own breath still uneven. "Yeah," she agrees softly, her lips brushing the crown of Asuka's head. "That."
Asuka shifts just enough to catch Honoka's mouth in a slow, lingering kiss, tasting herself on Honoka's tongue, strawberries and sweat and something deeper, muskier. Her palm slides up Honoka's side, tracing the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her ribs beneath sweat-slick skin. "Love you," she murmurs against Honoka's lips, the admission roughened by exhaustion, by the rawness of her throat.
Honoka's answering sigh trembles between them, her thighs tightening reflexively around Asuka's hips. "Love you more," she whispers back, her teeth catching Asuka's lower lip in a playful nip before she soothes it with her tongue.
Asuka exhales a laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns along Honoka's flank. "Rest," she murmurs, her lips grazing Honoka's earlobe, her breath hot against the delicate shell. "Round two's gonna wreck you." The promise lingers in the air between them, thick with intention, as Honoka's pulse jumps visibly beneath her skin.