Brazilian Miku x Reader Sneak Peek (Patreon)

From an outsider looking in, if they were to catch the bronzed goddess dancing around the stranger under the gazebo outside, their ears would have been burning furiously, wishing they could be in the graces of a woman as beautiful as Hatsune Miku. Her frilly blue pigtails danced like a livewire as she skipped and hopped around the stranger in a yellow tank-top with booty shorts that hugged her shapely hips and all of it couldn’t have been without years of research coming together to bring the Vocaloids into the presence of the real world. It was a matter of exploiting the system that they dwelled in and bringing them out from their shells while mixing and matching different aspects of them like they were Barbie dolls. And much like how any take on Barbie can be whoever she wants to be, any version of Miku can be however she wanted, especially if she were to be a curvaceous Brazilian vixen who reeked of salted caramel.These factors, of course, ignored the fact that every Hatsune Miku that exists also has a mind and a will of their own, something you were all too familiar with considering you were assigned with the Brazilian Miku variation herself. It must have been twenty years ago at least since you were laid off from your job only to be given the chance to help fund a risky endeavor towards granting the Vocaloids life. Every day cost you your mind and your social life, but by the end, your jaw went slack as real anime girls were dancing out of a portal as if it were nothing. As such, it only made sense that you would be given the rights to have a Miku for yourself, a personal partner programmed to love you to the very end. 

With everything laid out on your lap, why not personalize her to be like that specific version you saw trending on social media so many years ago? Everyone must have forgotten her by now, so nobody could truly object. Plus, you were allowed to have your own Miku however you wanted. And those pleasures extended well beyond what variation to make her.

Which was why beyond those golden legs and straining shorts laid the largest ass you could have ever bolted onto another girl, with juicy cheeks so round and huge that they fused into Miku’s thighs in order to take more space. They didn’t so much as sag or have a wrinkle of cellulite anywhere on them. As Miku landed on the wooden floor, a round of applause sounded off that continued on when she bucked her hips back and arched her spine inward. Given how thin you made her waist, cartoonishly so as you were inspired by the literal blueprints themselves (Jessica Rabbit), Miku’s tasty treasure was never far away no matter where she chose to dance, be it in front of you or a mile away. 

Turning her back to you, you couldn’t help but reach out and grab Miku by the hips as your hands sunk an inch into her seemingly endless thighs. On their own, they swelled to a few inches on each side, complemented perfectly by all of her fat going below the waist. Not even a circle could hope to be as spherical as her. At the very least, you could sleep at night knowing there must be some musculature within, as when Miku clenched her cheeks on your lap, she shifted them in small ups-and-downs on her own whim, perfectly controlling her body, treating you to the ultimate massage to stir that ache in your crotch a little further.

“Uhullll! Don’t lie to me about what’s going down there, babe!” 

Miku offered you a cheeky wink from behind her shoulder and stuck her tongue out. In return, you balled your hands into fists when you released your grip. Nothing ever got past her, god bless her soul. Any time her butt entered the fray, you always came running to her, so now that she had you trapped, what better time than to turn the tables on her? With another thrust of her hips, you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her onto your lap, where she landed directly atop your dick.

A sharp hiss escaped your lips which was followed shortly after by you exhaling gleefully, all the while tightening your hug much to your Miku’s giggling delight. She blew you a raspberry as she wiggled her ass side-to-side, then snickered when your hands shifted to her exposed thighs and burrowed your fingers into them. Knuckles whitened the harder you squeezed her, yet you couldn’t find an ounce of musculature beyond the ‘extra weight’ you funneled below her waist. Miku rubbed her head underneath your chin and washed away any nerves that might have been settling through your stomach. Her warmth alone drew another cool breath that wafted down her back; the hairs on her neck standing tall for you alone. 

“S-sorry Miku,” you sputtered in-between gasps, “you’re just so soft that I can’t help it,”

Miku narrowed her brow then nudged her elbow against your arm. “I couldn’t have gotten this far without a generous coach such as yourself,”

“Hell, I’ll say” you chuckled. “Maybe sometime, we can go for a walk again and just take it slow?”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart! Vou meter em você ate você gritar meu nome!”

Miku bounced herself on your crotch with fire blazing in her eyes. The deep shade of red on your face drew her closer to you. It helped that you couldn’t speak a lick of Portuguese no matter how long she existed and she never hesitated to flex her linguistic muscles whenever you were alone by yourselves. Your only method of defense depended on you tugging on Miku’s pigtails once and waiting for her to squeal until she came to a halt. From there, she moaned on your legs, not even daring to tease you again, especially as your hands returned to her lovely thighs once more.

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