↳ kinktober day 12: fingering/squirting with futakuchi kenji
Having grown up together with Futakuchi Kenji, there is one particular thing about him that you’ve always disliked, from when the both of you were still wearing diapers up to this day, when you are responsible for the Date Tech boys’ volleyball club as the manager.
If Kenji was a superhero, his smile would be his ultimate weapon. Cynical, sarcastic, and somewhat taunting to everyone that sees it. The kind of smile that triggers the bubble of anger in your stomach, but at the same time gravitates you towards him, forcing you to give into his domineering power. The kind of smile that makes him disliked by some, but at the same time surrounded by many on Valentine’s day or after his volleyball matches.
And to you, it is the smile that you want to get rid of his face so badly, but at the same time creates a burning desire within you, along with the growing heat slowly spreading from your core throughout your body.
Visiting each other’s house used to be a normal thing for both you and Kenji. Lounging on his bed with a pile of mangas in the middle of the bed, jumping out the window to rendezvous at the local park, tossing some volleyball under the starry night sky. Everything used to be so simple, it used to be a friendship full of playful (more often than not, serious) swearing thrown at each other’s faces and stupid competition like whose alarm would go off first in the morning. But just like the seasons, people change, and things change.
Perhaps it was when his voice was starting to change and you realised that he was no longer the boy next door. Or maybe it was when you saw his cheeks were flushed pink when looking at your shaped breasts, and when he realised that you could no longer lounge around in his room without flustering him.
And even after four years, Kenji ponders silently in his head, there you are sitting on the edge of his bed, your very presence still manages to fluster him as he approaches you with a glass of iced tea in his hand.
“Been so long since I last sat on your bed,” you say with a giggle, clearly excited about his mum inviting you over for dinner tonight. Kenji doesn’t want to admit this very fact, but he thinks you look…refreshed. With the floral dress falling to just above your knees, Kenji smiles at how beautiful and vibrant you look, compared to the volleyball club’s jersey that you wear almost every day.
“Three years ago, I think,” he says while settling himself beside you, far too close to your liking. “And that time you didn’t even sit on my bed, you sat on the floor,” he ends his sentence with a chuckle, and you find yourself staring at him. At how the little boy next door has grown up into this unbelievably attractive guy beside you; at how soft and silky his hair is as your fingers are itching to run themselves through them; at how broad his shoulders and chest are, making you wonder if his hugs feel warm, just like what your friends have been saying about their boyfriends.
“You’re staring.” His voice snaps you out of your trance and you desperately try to do anything, diverting your gaze out the window, tugging your hair behind your ears; absolutely anything to compose yourself.
“C-can I try something?” Kenji asks you with shaky voice, his body has been shifted slightly so that one of his leg is resting on the edge of the bed. “I’ve been wanting to, uh, try this with you.”
He takes your silence as a consent and you swear time goes in slow motion as he slowly inches forward, hesitant to press his lips on yours despite him wanting to. You decided to make his job easier by leaning forward, narrowing the space between the two of you even more before your lips finally touch. And that’s when you finally understand what the butterflies mean, what the fireworks in the stomach means, and what not being able to stop really feels like.
The kiss starts of shy and slow, a hesitant graze of skin onto skin that reminds you of cliché manga scenes. But at the same time, it also marks the end of this strong sexual tension between you and Kenji, when you finally break each other’s walls down after a long period of time. Courage washes over your body and you slightly open your mouth to pour oil into the kiss, wanting it to become fierier and more passionate as you anchor yourself on your knees to tangle your arms around his neck.
Kenji seems to like this action, you silently note when he groans into the kiss, the vibration of his voice reverberates through your body, making your dripping core convulse in excitement. You never knew that his voice would have so much effect on your body until today and you are silently relishing the sparks of electricity from his fingers as they tickle your skin.
When the supposedly cold bedroom air becomes too suffocating, you use that as cue to pull away, sparing the both of you a moment to catch your breath and make sense of the baffling last couple of minutes. Your head is resting on his shoulder, enjoying the loud thumping of his heart and the small circles he rubs onto your back.
“You do realise we’ve just ruined this friendship?” you ask, and despite your small voice Kenji smiles, not sensing even the smallest hint of regret in your voice.
“And I’m glad we did,” he whispers into your air, making your body jolt at how sensitive that particular spot is. Kenji pulls you into his lap as you crash your lips on his once again and as it grows sloppier and more passionate, you find yourself grinding your hips into his, unconsciously seeking for his attention as you feel your clit throb inside your panties.
The sweet mewls spilling off your tongue are slowly turning into small whimpers. “Kenji-,” his eyes shoot open and his cock twitches in his pants upon hearing your lewd moan of his name, and watching you getting yourself off on his clothed erection, he knows exactly what you want.
“Turn around,” he commands and in a matter of second you find yourself leaning back onto his chest, your head resting on his shoulder with your legs spread wide open, his hands making sure that they stay just like that.
“You want this, right?” His voice was breathy on your ear as he starts running his fingers over your clothed core. Your pussy clenches under his touch and you throw your head back, your hands anchoring themselves on Kenji’s upper arms as he continues his ministration on your now soaked cunt.
You can hear his ragged breathing from behind you and feel puffs of air on your ear when he shoves your underwear to the side, moaning a loud curse word when he finally touches your dripping core with his fingers. He is enjoying this way too much, the way he has the absolute control, the way you’re whimpering under his fingers, and the way his cock is begging to be inside of you.
“What a mess.” The straightforwardness in his voice makes your heart beats twice as fast and when he finds your clit and starts rubbing vigorously on it, you are sure your heart is on the verge of leaping out of your chest as he uses his other hand to pump his digits in and out of you.
“Fuck!” you scream in ecstasy, knowing full well that Kenji loves the sound of your voice and that he will be more aggressive with his abuse on your cunt.
Squelching sounds can be heard all over his room as he continues abusing your sensitive nub and walls while littering hickeys all over your neck. You remember about dinner, and you remember about not having anything to cover your neck with, but that is the least of your concern when you feel a knot on the verge of snapping in the pit of your stomach.
“Kenji, I-I think you gotta stop.” He laughs at your futile attempt to stop him by holding onto his hands, your pleading for him to stop only riles him up, wanting nothing more than to devour you right then and there.
Kenji feels your tight walls convulsing around his digits and he intensifies his abuse on your numb clit, knowing that orgasm is right around the corner for you.
“Cum, fuck yeah, cum!” he practically growls the sentence into your ear, earning a loud cry from you as you let go of yourself, your juices gushing out and squirting absolutely everywhere while Kenji continues his ministration even through your high. He groans out loud at the sight, chuckling when he sees the pool of wetness on his bed. You’re still squirming and you’re still screaming his name, your glossy eyes filled with tears as he increases the speed of his abuse on your clit.
“Come on, baby, I know you’ve got another one in you.” He has that cynical smile you hate on his face but you come undone around his fingers anyway, letting him get his way and making you cum for the second time under his fingers. His reaction is the same – groaning at the sight of you wetting his bed sheet and he has to use every last bit of his self control to not grind himself onto the small of your back. His cock twitches in excitement, and when you’ve calmed down from your high you quickly get on all fours, sliding your fingers just over his clothed erect length.
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