(nsfw, reader is highkey mean and has a j*b, kirara is submissive as hell, puppy play, makeshift leash/collar(?) from readers tie, reader gets eaten out and fingered, very rushed, mdni, female reader) (i think it's proofread?.. unsure..)
kirara has always been desperate rather than dominant. sure, she'd talk a lot of shit, but when things actually started happening? she'd look up at you with doe eyes, begging you to just let her touch you.
you'd started teasing her after those moments.
"you're pathetic in bed. you know that, right?"
and all she would do was puff her cheeks out and tell you that she didn't even try that night. that was all.
but you'd seen the way she pulled the blanket up after you had commented. the way she seemed hellbent on not making eye-contact for an hour after that. you were attentive and observant. of course you would notice.
kirara only despises those traits in this specific situation.
today had already been a hard day at work. some idiot couldn't do their job right and had to be given step-by-step instructions on every single thing that they did, another prick had decided to comment on your work unasked, and you just wanted to relax.
basically, you wanted to get fucked by your girlfriend.
with a sigh, you had dropped down on the bed and laid flat, exhausted and pent up, frustration coating the words that you say next.
"kirara, baby, come here." your voice is a bit stern, and she might as well have wagged her tail with the way she immediately obeys; climbing on top of you with her arms blocking you in on either side of your head.
you loosen your tie, dragging it off your head -- hair getting messed up in the process. "look down." when she does so without complaint, you place the tie around her neck. it's weirdly domestic as you knot it again, eyes fully focused downwards. kirara blushes at the fact.
and then you tighten it sharply without warning.
she winces. "it's too tight."
you look up at her, eyes filled with a silent warning to just shut up. a hand raises -- giving her a headpat, fingers scratching at her scalp in the way you know she likes.
"you'll be fine. you're gonna listen to me, right?" your hand travels down to pat her cheek condescendingly. "be a good puppy, 'kay?"
and for some god forsaken reason, she just looks at you with doe eyes. or, in this case, puppy dog eyes. fitting, huh?
"unbuckle my belt."
kirara nods, swallowing before exhaling sharply because of the strain on her neck. she does her work real diligently. you give her the go ahead to take off your underwear, and when she does, all you do is tilt your head at her before she goes at it.
you groan, fingers flexing around the tie as you pull it around so it lies on the back of her neck, the purpose being to tug her back up if you need to. she's practically slobbering over you, hands clutching at the sheets because you haven't given her permission to hold your hips yet.
her tongue runs around in messy laps, trying to explore every inch of your entrance. you click your tongue, pulling her back up. she whimpers, this time.
"don't be messy. focus on one part."
she nods, a blush running to the tips of her ears, the command making her own cock thrum inside her boxers. she complies, of course. she always does.
when she goes back down, she envelopes your clit, and you let out a breathy moan. every flick of her tongue has you seeing stars, and a tension is already building in your stomach.
"finger," you demand, and she pushes one in knuckle-deep as fast as she can. you actually quiver, this time, barely restraining yourself from wrapping your thighs around her head and trapping her.
god, kirara can tell you're close. she's already been leaking, her cock having twitched when she took your panties off. you keep letting out these breathy curses, keep barely tugging her back so you can roll your hips. that turns her on more than anything else. she adds another finger just to see you squeeze your eyes shut again.
the thrust of her finger starts to get messy, like a jackhammer that's slightly off-course, but it still hits your g-spot. she starts giving you such messy kitten licks that it would've been laughable had you not been feeling a knot coil tighter and tighter in your stomach. god, you can practically feel her drool all over you as she adds another finger. the tension continues to tighten, your nerves on fire, and you lose all composure you had before this. before you know it, you're letting out harsh moans, chasing that release.
kirara has always been a good girl, though.
she curls her fingers just right, making you pull her head back by the tie roughly because of how good it feels. how overwhelmingly good. she splutters, and when you catch sight of your arousal dripping down her lips?
that's what pushes you over the edge.
the knot in your stomach finally comes undone, and her eyes seem to glisten at your dripping cunt. you let go of the tie, head falling back as she laps at the cum dripping from your hole.
she feebly comes up after she's done, collapsing besides you as she practically rips that tie off. a dorky grin spreads across her face.
"you know, this is the part where you pay me back."
"no."
her smile drops, that pathetic look creeping up onto her face again. "but i made you feel so good," she pouts.
"you added a finger in," you sigh, closing your eyes as the exhaustion takes over. "i didn't tell you to."
"but it made you feel good! you came!" her imaginary ears could've folded with the amount of sadness her tone held.
"i didn't tell you to, puppy. you listen to me, hm? be more mindful next time and i'll let you fuck me. now be a good girl and stop fucking complaining."
kirara stares at your boneless form before flopping down, cuddling against your side with a frown on her face.
she'll act mad, but she's already thinking of collars. and leashes. she'll be a good puppy. just for you!