Hatsune Miku x VOCALOID 67P (Patreon)

Hatsune Miku stood in the center of the room, her black microbikini barely clinging to her slim, toned figure. Her long aqua hair fell in twin tails, contrasting beautifully with the dark fabric of her outfit. Black elbow gloves hugged her arms, and matching knee-high boots added a commanding edge to her presence. Her aqua eyes sparkled mischievously as she caught his gaze lingering.

“Well? Like what you see?” she teased, placing her gloved hands on her hips, tilting her head with a playful smirk.

He stepped closer, his voice low and thick with admiration. “More than you know.”

Miku chuckled softly, her confidence only growing as she closed the distance between them, her boots clicking against the floor. “Then don’t just stand there,” she murmured, sliding her hands up his chest, her lips brushing against his as her voice dropped to a whisper. “Show me.”

His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, and their lips met in a heated kiss. Miku gasped softly as his touch moved lower, the straps of her bikini shifting under his fingers. She moaned as he guided her to the bed, her aqua hair spilling over her shoulders as he pulled the fabric away, leaving her bare beneath him.

Her breath hitched as he kissed along her neck, his touch exploring her skin. “Nghhh… yes,” she whimpered, her gloved hands gripping his shoulders tightly. When he entered her, her back arched, her cries echoing in the room. “Ahh… deeper,” she gasped, her legs wrapping around him as his pace quickened.

The tension built until her voice broke, her body trembling uncontrollably. “I’m… I’m cumming—ahhh!” she cried, her nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure consumed her. He groaned deeply, his release following hers as they collapsed together, breathless and entwined.

Miku smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her aqua eyes meeting his. “Not bad,” she teased, her voice still trembling.

He smirked, pulling her closer. “Not bad? I’ll take it.”

Miku giggled, tracing a gloved finger along his chest. “You’d better. Because next time,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, “I’ll make sure you’re the one begging.”