#ohma

He's gotten used to her over the months. She lives with Yamashita, and he honestly hadn't met her until after the first 2 Kengan pre-eliminations rounds. He honestly didn't know what she was. He automatically took her for a threat, and he lashed out at her, taking her by the throat as he slammed her down into the ground, demanding who she was and why she was following the old man. But after a while, Yamashita was able to calm him down, explaining that she was like a daughter to him, living with him and his son for the past few years.

He explained that he had known her and her mother for years since you were but a young girl. When you got older, your mother died of an illness when you were only sixteen, scared of being put into fostercare or just being alone, she came to him for help and he took her in with open arms.

Once the situation was all taken care of and everyone was properly introduced, you were nervous around Ohma for a long time, and rightfully so, he almost took your damn life, but at least you knew he had Yamashita's good well in mind, and that alone earned him your respect. It was tense for a long time, between you and Ohma, never walking close to him or sitting next to him, but you'd always stare up at him curiously, your tail flicking.

After some time, he started to show that he was curious of you, too, and that he wanted to form some sort of an alliance. It started with him allowing you to touch him, poke at him, fule your curiosity, much like a cat. It freaked him out slightly, but it wasn't enough to make him run. Instead, he returned the favor in being curious in you, too. Poking and prodding, flicking an ear here and grabbing your tail, though that earned him a scratch and hiss.

Your relationship with Ohma slowly blossomed into a beautiful friendship. You were even given special privilege to ride on his back. However, it all came crashing down when Ohma fell unconscious. You couldn't help but worry about your friend. You've only known Ohma for a few months, but you valued his friendship very deeply. Laying in the medbay, you sat next to him on a chair, your hands in your lap as you stared at him, longingly.

Usually, whenever you did spend the night with Ohma, he was more noisy, loud snores, grunts, and moving about. But now... he was so quiet... it's almost like he was dead. You stared down at him a little longer before you let your instincts kick in. Climbing up into the bed, you curled up next to him in the small space there were down by his legs. Getting comfortable, you rested your head against his thigh, letting out a sigh as you dozed off. You perked up with a jerk when a heavy yet familiar hand landed on your head, thick, strong fingers gently rubbing before it came to a gentle stop.

“mn, oh—mn.. ngh..”

your hands kept clutching deep in the sheets, not any help to your body violently rocking to the bed’s creaky rhythm. ohma wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, he just wanted to show you how grateful he could be, really! the feeling of your tight, gushing, pretty pink walls just keep pulling him in. his muscular body shadowed over yours, facing your back as he took you from behind with his arms caging your head. you just couldn’t keep control of your self, his manly cock fucking you dumb for the first time as you spew your moans into a pillow.

you wish you could see his face, but you’re just too busy trying not to cum so soon. his grunts and groans will have to do.

“hah.. hah.. hunn..”

you can hear his mighty huffs and puffs as he sits back. the only thing audible are your whimpers when his well-endowed cock slips out of your slick hole. the headboard stops beating on the wall only for a second before his hands are on you, flipping you over on your stomach.

he’s touching you where ever, any place. your soft chest, those cute tits he can’t get enough of just keep being squeezed and groped. he’s just too in love with them, so in love that he forgets everything until he hears your whines and whimpers.

“ohmaaa. back in.. put yr’cock back in..”

“hm?”

“n—need you back inside..”

“…louder.”

first time he ever asked for something in that tone, actually, he wasn’t asking, he was telling you. telling you to be louder so he can see that the woman in front of him really needed him, really needed his body. he needed to see the proof. to see why he should be so thankful.

“shit— fu-fuck m’again ohma.. pleasee don’t tease m’like this.. need that cum..”

you were getting so desperate at this point, so needy for his dick. his cock-head sliding against your folds, giving your sweet hole gooey kisses with his tip. your hips grinding and moving, trying any method to get him back inside. and ohma is just watching, watching the girl that gave him a place to sleep tonight writhe and whine for his cock on that same bed.

but ohma doesn’t have that much of a good patience, he breaks as he finally pushes back inside you with a groan. back to that quick pace inside you with the headboard punching the wall and his cock throbbing again and again inside. you can tell he’s close to climax.

“nghn—.. where?”

“h-huh?”

“where do you want me t’cum?”

“i—inside m’pussy.. pl—please.”

even if ohma didn’t believe a higher power, he thanked them that he wouldn’t have to pull from your warm canal as he continued to pound you. ohma wasn’t the wittiest, but he could tell you were close too. the way you flicked and caressed that pretty clit of yours to your liking, your moans shooting towards him with every vibration.

“ohmaa..”

“‘m gonna cum.. ngnh!— cumming!”

you can tell that cry of his name sent him over the edge, his seed flooding you with a howl as you squirmed. you were now filled with ohma. his breaths heavy as he panted from above. staring into your seemingly hazy eyes.

“..thanks— gnh..”